The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 256 The Evolution of the Laws of Heaven and Earth

  The existence lying in the coffin blinked, the eyes were full of spirituality, obviously it was not an irrational monster. But the long slumber made his reaction a little sluggish, like an ordinary person who just woke up, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

  Why was my home suddenly kicked away?

   What about the arrays arranged?

   And this sword, why does it feel familiar?

   It took less than a breath to clear up these doubts, and the unknown existence suddenly woke up. He felt the terrifying thunder and sword intent around him, and the array he had arranged was no longer present. And this sword...

   It's the Heavenly Sword!

  Before he entered the River of Forgetfulness, he was one of the most precious treasures in the world, and was even called the pinnacle of conquering the most precious treasures. Daoist Taoist Zhitian Sword has beheaded countless strong men in the future, and the murderous aura in it can make Yuanying go crazy, transforming his spirit into a retreat.

   This person is the sword master, why did he come to Wangchuan?

   It stands to reason that Wangchuan was completely blocked by the law of heaven and earth 5,000 years ago, and even with the means to reach the sky, it is impossible to enter. Unlike the era I lived in, the Nascent Soul Stage had the ability to enter the River of Forgetfulness.

  The further the law of heaven and earth becomes, the more perfect it will be, and some places that can leverage the law of heaven and earth will be buried. Let me just ask, as long as you are familiar with the law of Wangchuan, the Nascent Soul can live for more than 5,000 years, and it is not a problem to transform into a **** for tens of thousands of years.

   Even if most of the time is spent in deep sleep, it is enough to drive most people crazy. And too many long-lived strong people are not a good thing for Tiandao, so there are fewer and fewer races that can live for tens of thousands of years.

  Some seniors who had been sleeping in Wangchuan for an unknown number of years had told him about it. In the ancient years, the beginning of ancient times, and other long-term eras, there were many strong people, and the gods also had hands.

   Part of the reason is that the laws of heaven and earth are loose, but more of it is the long lifespan of the strong.

  He had a high probability of being unable to transform into a god, but Wang Chuan's special environment allowed him to grind it out.

  Thousands of thoughts flashed by, the old man gradually recovered from the trance of deep sleep, his throat rolled, and his voice was abnormally hoarse because he had not spoken for many years.

   Like a mouthful of phlegm in the throat, mixed with some sand.

   "This fellow daoist has something to say. You and I shouldn't have any deep hatred. Please forgive me if the formation I set up accidentally offends you."

"This River of Forgetfulness travels for thousands of miles, and there are many demons and ghosts. They are the remains of some ancient saints after their death. They are as irrational as ferocious beasts, and they have been sleeping for many years because of their practice of martial arts. .”

  The words and deeds of the old man are completely opposite to his appearance. He is humble and polite. Just a few words explain the cause and effect, making it difficult to blame.

  So naturally it is his noble character, not that the other party put the sword on his head.

  Li Changsheng asked again: "Do you have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

   "What if the old man doesn't have it?"

  The old man opened his mouth tentatively, looking up slightly at the Taoist in white. The breath is as young as the appearance, without the slightest sign of aging, and it can even be said to be full of vigor.

   To have such cultivation at such a young age is a great talent.

  But there is obsession in his eyes, and he may have already developed a demon.

   "If you have it, you have it, don't beat around the bush with me."

   Li Changsheng's fierce eyes remained undiminished, the Heavenly Sword moved forward imperceptibly, and a drop of blood flowed out along the blade. When it dripped on the ground, the already barren land was covered with frost in an instant.

  If this drop of blood falls into the mortal world, it can turn a radius of ten miles into frozen ground, and the duration can be as short as a few months or as long as several years.

   Excessive yin qi, falling to the ground makes yin and yang unbalanced.

  This is also why some places where evil cultivators died will become a dead place, even if they are cleaned up by special people, it is relatively easy to produce evil spirits.

  The old man thought about it for a while. If he shook his head, he might not be sure that the other party would kill him. Otherwise, the other party would definitely not kill him.

  But the problem is that I have no way to bring the dead back to life, and the strategy of delaying the army is thankless, and it also cuts off my own way out.

  Finally, he said euphemistically: "I don't have a way to bring the dead back to life. I'm just a person lingering in the river of oblivion, not a supernatural being. But I've heard of a similar method called reincarnation."

   "The method of Buddhism?"

  When Li Changsheng heard his name, he thought of what Buddhism told him before. Reincarnation and reincarnation have always been a Buddhist concept.

   This is also one of the main purposes of his trip to Wangchuan, to find the reincarnation of the deceased.

   "That's right, it is the reincarnation of Buddhism. But before talking about this, can fellow Taoists remove the Heavenly Sword?"

  The old man took the opportunity to make a request, and no one wanted to be pressed against the forehead by the Heavenly Sword.

  Li Changsheng let go of the hand holding the Heavenly Sword, and the unpretentious ancient sword also disappeared and fled into the void.

   Seeing that the other party gradually restrained his murderous intentions, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

   continued: "Although reincarnation and reincarnation is a Buddhist theory, Buddhism and Taoism have borrowed from each other for thousands of years. The juniors below are fighting fiercely. It may be said that their ancestors were Taoists or monks before."

   "Just tell me about reincarnation." Li Changsheng interrupted coldly.

   "Is there reincarnation at the end of this River of Forgetfulness?"

   "As far as I know there are..."

  As soon as the old man nodded, Li Changsheng turned and left without any delay. Such a resolute move made him stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly chased him out.

   "Fellow Daoist, please stop! I haven't finished my sentence yet. The road ahead is a desperation. I don't know how many horrors exist in the future. You will die if you force yourself like this."

  In order to prevent the other party from blaming himself after eating turtles and running back, the old man used his strength to spread his voice for hundreds of miles. The other party must have heard it, but he didn't turn his head back.

   Looking at the gray Wangchuan River, the old man could only shake his head and return to the coffin.

  In fact, after the other party put down the sword, he also wanted to chat a few more words. After all, no outsider has entered Wangchuan for so many years, so I just took this opportunity to learn about the outside world for entertainment.

Pity.

  He closed his eyes, and after a while, the coffin was kicked open again.

  The Taoist in white pulled him out and said, "How many Jedi are there?"

   Blinking, looking at the slightly embarrassed Taoist in front of him, it can be seen that the other party has suffered some injuries.

  The cultivation base is really good, and he ran back without any injuries.

   "How far did you go?"

   "A thousand miles."

   "Two hundred miles? Just asking, fellow Taoist, how many steps does it take to walk this mile?"

  There was suspicion in the eyes of the old man, not only did he believe that Li Changsheng had traveled a thousand miles to get this injury. Unless the other party's calculation of the distance is different from your own, after all, it may remain the same for thousands of years.

   "About 1,500 steps on foot." Li Changsheng answered truthfully. These words made the old man lean back slightly, and the suspicion on his face became more intense.

   asked again: "Dare to ask if you will encounter any unexpected events? For example, a strong enemy."

  Li Changsheng nodded and said: "I did encounter a few, and it was quite exhausting to fight, so I retreated."

   "It seems that Fellow Daoist is very good at escaping, and he can come back intact after traveling a thousand miles."

   Before Li Changsheng finished speaking, the old man gave him a reason. All living beings more or less learn from past experience, so they have preconceived ideas.

   You must know that among them, it is not that they have traveled a thousand miles, but it is unheard of for them to kill a thousand miles.

   "I don't know how many friends have encountered?"

  Through the remains he encountered, he was able to judge the strength of the opponent, at least the ability to escape.

  Li Changsheng replied: "There are more than ten, and there are still many auras coming. Before I arrived, I killed three and retreated."

   "The remains of the ten ancient saints? Fellow Daoist is really a man of gods..."

  The old man paused, suddenly felt something was wrong, and said, "Killed three?"

   "Three." Li Changsheng nodded, and then saw the suspicion of the other party, waved his sleeves, and a huge shadow enveloped the two of them.

  The bone dragon head fell like a mountain, its weight shook the entire island, and the ground collapsed slightly.

  The keel is golden yellow, with colorful brilliance flowing on it, and dragons chant from time to time.

  A pitch-black spine fell from the dragon's head, and the colorful brilliance was instantly suppressed by the black pressure, and only a sharp ghostly laugh could be heard in my ears.

  The last remains were in Li Changsheng's hands. It was a half-rotten fiery red bird, and the subtle real flames made the old man sweat profusely.

  The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then he bowed deeply with his hands clasped.

   "Senior, congratulations on your second life, don't make fun of the younger generation."

   This is not an outsider, it is the ancient sage living the second life.

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  Modern.

  Under the bridge, the old man squatted here with Li Yi. Maybe there is a place that needs his help, and he needs to enter Wangchuan as soon as possible.

  During the period, the old man talked with Qiong Yu, and after obtaining Li Yi's consent, he told what happened when the two of them met.

  "...At that time, the immortals traveled thousands of miles to the west, killing three out of ten with one enemy. At first I thought it was some ancient saint who was resurrected."

  Qiong Yu asked curiously: "Can people who have died for an unknown number of years really be resurrected? How to implement the second life?"

  As a cultivator of the Way of Heaven, she is very aware of the impossibility of living a second life. The Way of Heaven has not allowed anyone to live a second life since ancient times. But by observing humans, her concept changed slightly.

  She understood a truth, rules are dead, people are alive. The laws set by the Dao of Heaven are like modern laws. In principle, it is definitely not allowed, but there is room for manipulation.

  For example, during Qiong Yu’s period, Wangchuan Huangquan was controlled by a group of gods, and if someone controlled it, there would be loopholes, and someone would go through the back door.

   Maybe reincarnation already existed.

  It's a pity that she was just a mess at that time, she didn't have much contact with the outside world, and she knew very little. Now because of reincarnation, Qiong Yu is either forced or active to contact the outside world.

Um…

   Qiong Yu raised her head and glanced at the ordinary man next to her.

   It's not that bad either, and communication with people has greatly increased.

  The old man replied at this time: "I'm just hearing it. I once discussed reincarnation with the immortal in depth, and I think it's very possible."

  Qiong Yu looked at Li Yi again, and the other party was as calm as ever, nodded and said: "Because of all the signs showing the credibility of reincarnation, I have a demon."

  As long as there is one thing that can prove that the reincarnation is false, Li Changsheng will not fall into the demons and spend hundreds of years wasted in the river of forgetfulness.

  Li Yi believes that he has a big heart since he was a mortal, and he will not commit suicide just because his old friends are dead. Instead, he will let them down. But good fortune tricks people, God always let himself see a glimmer of hope.

  So he desperately went to catch it.

  The old man scratched his head in embarrassment: "We old guys also have a responsibility to make suggestions for the remains of the ancient saints, which is somewhat selfish."

   "Everyone takes what they need." Li Yi's expression was still calm, even at the beginning he didn't vent his anger to the old man and others.

   "Then what is the reason? What made Senior Immortal so persistent?" Qiong Yu became even more curious.

   "Theory of the Evolution of the Laws of Heaven and Earth."

  —————

  Forget Chuanhe.

  On the small island with the keel, the old man stood on the shore to receive his friends who came from afar.

  Some rode gourds, some swam over, and more came with their own beds (coffins) on their backs. They were all monks who buried themselves under the river of forgetfulness just like the old man in order to live forever.

  Every age, every race. Some of the more extreme ones do not wake up once in a thousand years, and their life span can reach tens of thousands of years.

  The elderly are those who wake up more frequently, once every few decades, and the longest is no more than 200 years.

   "Fellow Daoist who is not old."

A ghost cultivator who has a close relationship with the old man asked through sound transmission: "Is it really a fully recovered ancient saint? I have stayed here for tens of thousands of years, but I have never seen an ancient saint. recovery."

   "The complete corpse of the emperor has never been sane, and there is no trace of recovery."

The old man replied: "I have made it very clear in the letter. This senior traveled thousands of miles alone and encountered the remains of 10 ancient saints. Instead of being severely injured, he killed three of them and retreated. "

   "You said such strength, how could it come from the outside? Look at the three remains hanging there, are they fake? And the seniors are willing to share these remains with us, as long as they answer some questions."

   "Hiss!"

  Ghost Xiu glanced at the dragon head that looked like a mountain, and the aura of the other two remains, and he was 50% convinced in his heart.

   Regardless of whether what the old man said is true or not, being able to kill three remains already shows that their strength is extraordinary, and they cannot compete.

   "Really give it to us? This is a rare treasure."

   "I have already obtained a piece of Fire Cloud Bird's skull."

   "Then hurry up and walk around."

   Soon, demons and ghosts gathered in the center of the small island. Li Changsheng looked around, and the people present would most likely be killed by a thunderbolt if they were placed outside. However, the breath was strange and peaceful, without the slightest confusion of evil cultivators.

  On the contrary, everyone cultivates internally and externally, balances yin and yang, just like a Taoist priest in the Shangqing Palace.

   After a little thought, you will understand the truth. Evil cultivation does not rely on a breath of Yin Qi, and righteousness does not rely on a breath of true Qi. The place where yin qi relies has become synonymous with evil cultivation, mainly because the condition for its production requires blood sacrifice, and here there is more yin qi than air.

  Because of the environment, the extreme yin becomes yang. It is too easy to lose your mind when practicing magic arts in this environment.

  Li Changsheng cleared his voice and said: "Everyone has the method of bringing the dead back to life. If I swear by the Tao, I will give my life's knowledge and three things within my ability as rewards."

  Everyone's eyes moved slightly, and many people were unbearably excited, but no one stood up.

   Because they are really not.

  There are two things in the world that require honesty. One is to be honest with the self, so as to avoid problems in the mood. This is the so-called unity of knowledge and action. Another thing is to be honest with those who are stronger than yourself, so as not to be beaten to death.

  (end of this chapter)