The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Yang Chan looked indifferent when she saw this. She had spent nearly 900 years in Huashan, and her legend has been circulating at the foot of Huashan.

For hundreds of years, pilgrims have prayed in all kinds of ways, and there are always some libertines and extremely conceited disciples from aristocratic families who have made many vulgar remarks in this temple.

"The Holy Lord said it was true. Could it be that the Holy Lord guessed that he would be like this?" Yang Chan said.

Meng Jing said: "I'm not sure! If he just wanted to fulfill his wish, he would give up, take the tribute and pray about his situation before leaving... He just ran to the depths of the temple and said he wanted to see you. I'm afraid there are other ingredients involved. "

"..." Yang Chan stared at the scholar who was looking around not far away, but with a pious face. She said, "What else do you mean? Isn't it convenient for the Holy Lord to just say it?"

"I tell you what this person is thinking without any evidence. I'm afraid you won't believe it. It would be better for you to see it for yourself, which will make you more convinced!" Meng Jing said.

"He was originally just a scholar who obtained fame, but your words changed his destiny, allowing him to defeat thousands of scholars and win the crown! Let him change his original destiny and his own status!" Meng Jing said: "Even if ten Years ago, he was a pure-natured person, but how many inducements are there to change people? Wind and frost? Power and status? The more he gets, the more delusions he has! He even wants to touch the things he can't get. "

Yang Chan was silent for a while and said slowly: "I once heard my mother tell a story when I was a child. This is actually the story of my mother and my father getting to know each other, but my mother had scruples at the time, so she didn't tell it. We, the protagonists of the story are actually the couple..."

So Yang Chan recalled and narrated.

Meng Jing listened attentively on the side. The story was nothing more than that Yao Ji chased the three-headed dragon, and her heart was broken by the three-headed dragon. When she was seriously injured, she met Yang Tianyou by chance, and Yang Tianyou was willing to store his heart in Yao Ji's body for the sake of peace. It’s just a story about Yao Ji’s life extension.

To Meng Jing's surprise, Yang Chan not only told how Yao Ji and Yang Tianyou met, but also told the story of their marriage.

"In this story, the scholar's heart never had any unreasonable thoughts about the goddess, nor did he have any bad thoughts! Even though they have been married for more than ten years, there is no sign of boredom, just like when they first fell in love. Such passionate affection." Yang Chan stated softly, then she turned to look at Meng Jing, and said softly again: "My mother said this herself!"

"Yes!" Meng Jing nodded and said, "It does surprise me. Delusions are easy to occur and cannot be controlled by oneself. Even if a god has refined his mind in the world of mortals and become an immortal, he may not be able to control his delusions all the time. Not to mention mortals! I have to say that Yang Tianyou is indeed a gentleman, at least I feel ashamed."

Yang Chan took a deep breath and said, "I'm used to seeing so many things in the world. In fact, looking back, I admire my dad very much. A mortal's heart can be as calm as water and have no evil thoughts!"

"Haha..." Meng Jing laughed twice and said in a strange tone: "But your father is an exception. It is rare to search the three worlds. Don't you naively think that all scholars in the world are like this?"

Yang Chan was stunned when he heard this, his face turned slightly red, and he shook his head and said, "I don't want to speculate maliciously. If this person wants to meet me, I won't pay attention."

"The heavenly rules of lust that imprison immortals and gods are, in my opinion, one of the factors that the Queen Mother said is the eternal aura of the three realms. However, the greedy desires of mortals are also indispensable and an indispensable reason. Even if the immortals have the means to screen the hearts of mortals, But if we really fall in love, I think people's hearts will gradually change as time goes by," Meng Jing said.

Yang Chan didn't speak when he heard this, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

for a while
The No. [-] scholar looked at the falling peach blossoms in front of him with a pious and expectant face. A breeze blew past his face, but he did not see the beautiful figure.

The goddess for whom he had faith did not appear.The champion's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he immediately cheered up and still said: "My Lady, I just want to thank you again! I have no other intention!"

……

"How about I give it a try for you?" Meng Jing said.

Yang Chan frowned and asked in confusion: "What to try?" "Try what he is thinking deep down in his heart?" Meng Jing said: "How about you see for yourself?"

"This..." Yang Chan hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slightly and said: "He is just a mortal, Holy Lord, don't go too far! Don't hurt his life!"

"Haha, I won't hurt the lives of mortals!" Meng Jing said: "It's just that I plan to let him have a dream, a beautiful dream in which the years will last for a long time and the life will be full of details! And most of this dream is like this A reflection of what’s going on in one’s heart.”

"Dreaming?" Yang Chan was surprised. She knew these techniques, and she even knew how to enter dreams.

"Yes... how about letting him see you, Yang Chan, in front of him in this dream?" Meng Jing said.

"That's...ok!" Yang Chan nodded.

Mysterious lines appeared in Meng Jing's eyes, and then he channeled the magic power in his body and waved it casually.

A breeze passed by and peach blossoms were flying. In an instant, Zhuangyuan Lang's eyes became blurred. The next second, his expression showed a look of ecstasy, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, as if there was something beautiful in front of him that he couldn't take his eyes away from.

After a while, Zhuangyuanlang closed his eyes, lay on the ground and fell asleep slowly.

Seeing the champion like this, Yang Chan frowned and looked at Meng Jing in confusion.

"His dream has already begun!" Meng Jing smiled lightly.

"How do we know what he saw in his dream?" Yang Chan asked.

"Go in and find out, it's the art of dreaming!" Meng Jing put a hand on Yang Chan's shoulder, and instantly their spiritual senses turned into light and shadow and entered the No. [-] Scholar's mind.

Yang Chan felt like she was traveling through time and space, and then came to a place of chaos. Countless scenes flashed around her, and Yang Chan saw many memory fragments of the No. [-] Scholar.

But there are too many of these memory fragments, and they are so vast that it is difficult to count them clearly.

The two souls passed through the layers of fragments and landed in a dark place.

The place was completely dark except for a building in front of it. Meng Jing took Yang Chan to fly towards that place, and Yang Chan's pupils gradually dilated at the building.

"Is this the Holy Mother's Temple?" After taking a closer look, Yang Chan realized that it was actually the gate of her Holy Mother's Temple. However, there were no other pilgrims in the Holy Mother's Temple, and it was deserted inside.

"Well!" Meng Jing glanced at the gray areas in all directions and said, "This is the Holy Mother Temple in that person's dream."

The two walked into the depths of the temple and came to the original location of the Notre Dame Temple in the real world. The two looked at the situation inside through the arch.

Seeing this, Yang Chan froze in place because she saw another one of her conversing with the Number One Scholar. (End of chapter)