Chang'an India

To put it bluntly, Bian Yonglan didn't know whether to say that he was woken up by being licked by the raccoon slave, or honestly admitting that he was awakened by it - this strange beast woke up before sleeping for half a month as the monk expected, and sleep all the way back

After arriving in the capital, there are small beasts no bigger than a palm on the left and right, and it doesn't take up much space in the sleeves of the Tanshan monk's robe.

But when Marquis Wan Jiang opened his eyes, he saw a bloody mouth with a long tongue like a snake letter, licking back and forth on his face.

"........."

"hold head high!"

If it weren't for the donkey braying, he really wouldn't have recognized it for a while...

For some reason, the raccoon slave turned into its true form. It was clearly a majestic animal, but it still made the sound of a donkey. The huge animal head hung down and arched, presumably it was acting like a baby.

"Beaver slave, since you have returned to your hometown, let's go."

Marquis Wan Jiang stood up by pressing the beast's head, and saw the monk come out from behind the raccoon slave, gently stroking its head and saying: "Depending on origin and ending, there is no need to be attached."

"hold head high……"

The gigantic beast, which could not learn how to meow, and no longer had the shape of a lynx, wailed softly, trying to push itself into Bian Yonglan's arms again, but only bumped into him staggering.

"...Be obedient, let's go."

Marquis Wan Jiang and Tan Shan looked at each other, seeing the monk nodded slightly, he knew that this place was no longer in the human world, and before he could figure out how he came to this other world, the feeling of parting was already welling up in his heart.

"........."

The gods have lived in the world for 26 years, and have been with the Buddha for a long time. Even though the mind is like a child, they also understand what is the law of fate, and know that it is time to part.

It stopped whimpering, took a step back slowly, and took a step back again. The eyes of the beast were full of reluctance. It bowed its body and bowed its head, bowed once, bowed again, bowed three times, goodbye A mortal fate, and then turned back and jumped, a light mist rose from the feet——"——Roar!"

The divine thing stepped on the fog and howled, and after a few jumps, it sank into the distant mountains and returned to the free world.

"Here..."

"I have the same mind with Li Nu, as if what it feels is correct, this place is indeed a different world in India and China."

"How about you and me..."

Before Wan Jianghou could finish his sentence, he heard another long chant resounding through the sky.

The chanting did not stop, and the clouds and fog in the sky were seen, and thunder was hidden in the clouds and mists. A huge dragon's head protruded from the clouds and mists, and then the silver light was dazzling, and the dragon's body, dragon claws, and dragon tail appeared one by one. , the dragon soared nine days away, and when it landed, it transformed into a human form.

"........."

"........."

"So..." Wan Jianghou stared blankly at a woman with silver hair and white dress who bullied Frost and Snow, and muttered, "...is it a female dragon?"

"........."

Seeing the girl's slender eyebrows raised, the Marquis of Wanjiang thought that he couldn't offend him even if he was tied to the monk, so he hurriedly added a sentence: "It turns out that she is such a beautiful mother." dragon!"

Tan Shan: "..."

dragon:"…………"

"...Are all the creatures in your world so glib?"

Speechless for a moment, the woman suddenly smiled, and saw a silver light flashing through her smile. After the light disappeared, the woman's appearance had changed into a man's body, still with silver hair and white robe, bullying frost and snow, but her eyes and eyes were full of fierce and heroic spirit.

"There is no distinction between yin and yang in my world, and male and female bodies are all illusions."

The man transformed into a silver dragon waved his hands, his long eyebrows slightly raised, and his face was haughty—if the coldness of the monk is indifferent and unpopular, then the coldness of this god is high above and clean—it is born , the gods with the same life span as heaven and earth do have the qualifications to look down on people.

"What kind of dragon, dragon, I have a name." Although the fetish had "I don't want to talk to you mortals" written all over its face, its mouth was clear and crisp, and it reported itself, "My name is Meng Lian. Take the 'pity' of the person in front of you."

"Has this divine ruler ever met a mortal?"

Tan Shan opened his mouth, it was rare to say a nonsense - he could even say a line of human poetry, if he said that this dragon had never seen a human being, then he couldn't.

"........."

For some reason, the real dragon with a name and surname drooped his eyes for a while, and then spoke again. Instead of answering the monk's question, he just said to the side: "You don't have to be afraid of me, there is a ray of the true spirit of heaven and earth in your mortal soul." , I will not hurt you."

After saying a word, he looked at Tan Shan, scrutinized and said: "As for you, I think you look a little familiar."

"The poor monk has a technique of sealing..."

"It's not that reason," Meng Lian shook his head, "You do have a relationship with the magic that once sealed this world... but you are a descendant of that golden fairy back then?"

"........."

"Forget it, when the seal was completed back then, I was only slightly sane. After a million years, I may have misremembered."

"Have you ever sealed this world?" I am afraid that only people with a cold temperament like Tan Shan will not ask whether he really has the blood of a fairy, but he will definitely grasp the word "Zeng", "Now the seal is really broken. Are the two realms separated?"

"Not necessarily so," Meng Lian said truthfully, "I am a natural god, but I have not responded to the catastrophe for millions of years. Now I only have a feeling that the catastrophe is coming. I think the seal here has been broken. As for whether it is true or not? I don't know the distance."

"It's good that you haven't survived the catastrophe," said Wan Jianghou, who has become extremely inarticulate since he left the world. "For the sake of never being struck by lightning, you don't have to bear too much resentment for having a seal." It has ruled this world for millions of years."

"Are you afraid that I will hurt him?" The real dragon glanced sideways at the monk, and said with one word, "When this world is sealed, although a group of heaven and earth spirits have been born, the mountains and rivers are barren. There is not such ample spiritual energy as it is now." He pointed to a distant peak that went straight into the sky, "There is a spiritual pool on the top of the peak, and the spiritual energy here is born from that pool, which nourishes the mountains and rivers here. Ten thousand years."

"The Spirit Pond..."

"It was given by the golden fairy who sealed this world back then," Zhenlong saw that Marquis of Wanjiang would see through it at a point, and would like to give him a little more face, and said with a nod of his head, "seal a world, even if the heavens punish you, It is not yet possible for a true immortal to die, but since he has left his golden body and spiritual power to this world, I think that he will inevitably end up in extinction, so why would he still hold grudges against him."

"........."

Bian Yonglan was speechless for a while, and he couldn't help thinking about what kind of gods had the ability to seal the world a million years ago, and he also felt that even real gods could not escape the extinction of death, and by the way, he thought that even the gods would die Now, whether this master of his own is a descendant of a god or not, one brain is simply not enough for him.

"Since you know the name of this seat, you mortals should also be a little polite, what is your surname..." Zhenlong wanted to let them report their names, but he changed his words in the middle of the sentence, "Since you came from the world, Have you ever seen someone... Forget it, I heard that there are tens of millions of souls in your world, you must have never seen him."

"........."

Hearing this, the Marquis of Wan Jiang raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Lian, and said to himself, what a coincidence, I'm afraid we have actually met the person you asked.

Just looking at the expression of this real dragon, he must have had an old relationship with that young gentleman surnamed Meng. Even the Marquis of Wan Jiang, who is not good at talking, is unwilling to tell the truth to people... to embarrass the dragon. .

"You all have a chance to enter my world." The real dragon raised his hand, and there was a cloud of mist, "But after all, you are not living here, so I will take you to the Lingchi to have a look. Find a way to get back."

Don't even think about riding a dragon, Meng Lian is willing to take them on a journey through the clouds and fog, which is enough for the mortals. When they finally landed by the Lingchi Lake, the Marquis of Wanjiang has already gotten to know the dragon very well.

According to Zhenlong, the seal here has been loosened more than once in millions of years.Whenever there is a gap between the two worlds, there will always be mortals who can enter here, but when the gap closes, the world will naturally spit out people—Meng Lian used the word "spit", as if mortals are something unclean , couldn't enter the mouth of this world, smacked the taste, and quickly vomited.

"But……"

Bian Yonglan thought, but there was also a mortal who was said to have lingered here for a thousand years without aging or dying, but after another thought, it was really inconvenient for that person to mention it to the real dragon, so he kept silent.

"How? You may feel that the spiritual power in this pool has something to do with you?"

Meng Lian saw Tan Shan bending over to scoop up a handful of water from a pool of spiritual power, and couldn't help asking.

"No."

The monk shook his head, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's useless to worry about it," Zhenlong glanced at him back then, although he couldn't remember the appearance of the golden fairy, but he really looked familiar with Tan Shan, so he was willing to comfort him, "I don't know when I will be able to Going back, I have my own place to accommodate you, so you don’t have to worry about lack of food or clothing here.”

Perhaps because there is a ray of the true spirit of heaven and earth hidden in his soul, Marquis Wan Jiang felt refreshed since he entered this world, but he really didn't think about what to eat or drink. Hearing what Meng Lian said now, he couldn't help being a little curious: "Where is it placed? Is there any fairy cave here?"

"..." Meng Lian said "You think it's beautiful", rolled his eyes like a human being, and stretched out his hand to attract Yunwu, took the two to the foot of Lingchi Mountain, dispersed Yunwu and said, "How about it?" ? Does it look like yours?"

It is said to be at the foot of the mountain, but it has not yet reached the bottom of the mountain—but I saw a human city, with stone bricks and blue tiles, standing in front of the two of them vividly. In other places, other sights that entered the target seem to have returned to the world.

If you want to see the whole picture of other cities, you have to look down from the top, but only this Yucheng, you have to look up from the bottom up: Yucheng in the world is a mountain city. When the two look up, they can see that the houses and wooden buildings are row upon row, and the streets of the mountain city are scattered. Youzhi, the city and the streets are bustling, and the creatures coming and going are all mortals.

"If you are not used to living here, there is a hundred miles of Jiangnan under the mountain—" Wan Jianghou followed the voice of the real dragon and looked around, and saw the vast mist below the mountain, like poetry and picturesque, it is the endless Jiangnan freehand brushwork.

"...His hometown is in Yucheng, but his grandfather's home is in Yangzhou." Meng Lian didn't explain who "he" was, but just sighed softly, "He said it's lonely here, so I'm in this place where the aura is most prosperous. Made these human scenes for him."

"........."

"It can't be said that I built it. I don't know what your world looks like-this Yucheng, this piece of Jiangnan, every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree, were all built by us together. He said, I will make it, and if something is wrong, he will point it out, and I will change it...Anyway, it will take a long time, so we are not in a hurry."

Meng Lian looked at the beautiful scenery at the bottom of the mountain silently. After a while, Fang and the two continued: "You know, a year in the world may be a hundred years here. If mortals can stay, they will stay here forever, immortal... ...I use all my cultivation to help him stay here, but I never thought... I never thought that it would be such a painful thing for you mortals to achieve immortality."

"In the first hundred years, I took him to see the scenery here, all of which he had never seen before. We lived very happily, and with my cultivation base protecting him, it was fine for him not to eat or drink, but after a hundred years , he began to miss the taste of the world..."

"What's the taste of 'gudong pot' in your world? You can try it here in Yucheng, is it exactly the same as in your impression... He said it is exactly the same. We have been repairing and building it for 500 years, and we have changed it back and forth. Thousands of times, it should be exactly the same."

"Do you want to see West Lake? Although his hometown is in Yangzhou, he loves that lake very much. We spent another 500 years building this piece of Jiangnan..."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Lian brought the two of them to the bank of West Lake—"In the second millennium, we only created humans. How can a city and scenery without humans be like the world?"

"The mortals you see are all not human beings, but transformed by the aura here. The aura transforms people without wisdom. If we don't say anything, we will tell them what to say and what to do according to our own thoughts, and then watch Watching these 'people' say the same thing and do the same thing every day and night."

"Afterwards, he didn't recognize me very much—either as a man or as a woman, I have been with him day and night, for hundreds of years and thousands of years, but in the end, no matter how I use my cultivation to protect his soul , he doesn’t even recognize me anymore.”

"I want to use the words of you mortals, this is crazy and stupid - he once told me that you mortals can't live beyond a hundred years, but you wish to live forever... But you don't know if you don't try. It can't stand the millennium."

"However, you mortals may have really been favored by the heavens—it would take at least a thousand years for the creatures here to transform into forms and enlighten their wisdom, but these people I created, only a few hundred years old, seem to have a little wisdom and can speak some words. Do things we didn't teach, do things we didn't teach."

"At the time I thought he was going to get better ... and he did."

"But another 300 years have passed." Meng Lian smiled, looked at the two and asked, "Guess what he told me?"

"........."

The two had no words to answer, only listening to Zhenlong's word for word: "He told me - all, yes, false."

The author has something to say: Who would have thought that I would update it at this time...Dragon Boat Festival, as far as possible, the daily update of the raccoon baby is finished, let's play it for the last time