Super Monk

When the wine cup was put down, the water splashed slightly. Gao Lan closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was a little more hot and excited.

The pride in my heart is not equal to the one in my heart!

"How to use it?" Gao Lan tried to control his tone, but his voice became dull and trembling unconsciously.

Because it is a treasure box of moonlight, we should read Prajna paramita or represent the moon Zhao Fugui didn't have a cheap mouth at last. He nodded and replied: "Daoli can push it."

It's OK not to rush. Anyway, it's a liaison. It's your own power that works

Gao Lan held the moonlight treasure box in his hands. He hesitated for a moment, not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid of her. After hundreds of years, when he saw her again, what should he say? What would the Iraqis say?

He took a deep breath, and a line of words came to his mind:

"in the 27th year of Yongxi, June 16, the fourth quarter of Zishi..."

This is the date that he will never forget in his life. This is his unforgettable memory.

The moonlight treasure box is shining like the moon, shining through the palace, making Gao Lan's figure become vague and illusory, and soon engulfed by the surging illusory waves.

……

Yongxi 27 years, June 16, Zishi four quarter, Changle heavy rain, dark clouds pressure city.

The sky river falls down, the rain falls on the ground, splashes white fog, and forms a curtain. The curtain is black everywhere. The sound of clanking weapons is heard constantly. Occasionally, lightning is triggered, flames burst into the sky, and swords light up the square, reflecting the blood color flowing slowly on the ground and the corpses and wounded on the ground.

The elegant woman struggled to support her. Her hands flew out of her hands. It seemed that she had a thousand arms and each of them made a decision to block the sword fight. Her blood was everywhere. Some came from others and some belonged to herself. It was hard to support the attack, but there were many enemies looming in the darkness.

"It seems that my dream will break here today..." Yan Ran sighed in his heart. He had already foreseen his own ending. He lost his will to fight for a moment, leaving only one obsession to live until he came to see him for the last time

At this moment, a flash of lightning was triggered and fell from the sky, illuminating the whole city. Yan Ran was in a trance, as if this was the last brilliance of his life.

A sword light came out of the darkness and stabbed her vest silently. When the slight pain came, Yan Ran suddenly woke up, but he couldn't avoid it.

Unfortunately, I didn't wait for him

All of a sudden, the light of the sword stopped. Just as the tip of the sword entered the skin, the noise and confusion around it disappeared strangely. It was as quiet and peaceful as a moonlit night.

Yan Ran subconsciously looked up and saw a man in a black robe and a flat crown. His majestic body blocked the wind and rain and all the chaos.

That beautiful face without a couple is so familiar, that hot and excited eyes seem to dream back, hiding self blame, happiness and gratitude, but a little more inexplicable pain and pity.

Many emotions rushed in Yan Ran's mind, which made her eyes blurred. Many words came to her mouth, but only one sentence was gently uttered:

"you seem to be a teenager overnight..."

Before, Gao Lan was full of spirit and vigor, but now he is mature and introverted, with more wind sabres and frost swords between his eyebrows and eyes.

Gao Lan's eyes turned red immediately, his lips moved back and forth a few times and said:

"yes, I haven't seen you overnight, such as after more than ten years."

It's more than ten years. It's hundreds of years late!

With his right hand extended, Yan Ran's waist was surrounded by domineering figures, which exploded like fireworks.

Caught off guard, Yan Ran was both sweet and surprised. Then he was taken up by Gao Lan, but he looked down at another Gao Lan. He rushed here like a madman!

"He? You Yan Ran was surprised and suspicious, confused.

"Well, forget that idiot!" Looking up and curving a little, Yan Ran's heart was filled with all the causes and consequences. With a flash of light, he came to the infinite height and saw the ancient and unchanging towering palace and the plaque of "yuxu Palace".

He sticks to Yan Ran's hands and his eyes are full of heroic tenderness. He can indulge in people's hearts and say gently:

"you wait for me here."

Yan Ran understood the whole story, nodded with tears, and said softly and firmly:

"I will!"

Qinghui rises, Gaolan disappears, and there is a fake Yan Ran's body in Changle City. Gaolan, a madman, holds her, sings and cries, washing Changle with blood.

An ancient glass lamp is shining, and the line of cause and effect is cut off. The current node of Jiutian Xuannv has new memories, and she sighs in a low voice. In yuxu palace, the bright and pure light is hanging high, and she looks at the highest emperor of jiuchongtian.

Yan Ran shuddered for a while, and his mood was relieved. Looking back, he found that the gate of yuxu palace was open at some time, deep and quiet, with the feeling of green light and ancient Buddha.

After a salute, she slowly crossed the threshold and entered a side hall. In front of her body was a statue of Yuanshi Tianzun. Under the statue was an ancient lamp. The fire flickered with all kinds of events in the world.……

At the current node, Gao Lan's figure reappears. Zhao Fugui has disappeared from the opposite side. Looking up, the gate of yuxu palace is slowly opened, and a dreamy shadow comes out.

Yan Ran felt that he raised his head, and the four sides were suddenly handed over, as if there were lightning and thunder, as if he had crossed hundreds of years.

In front of the throne of heaven, a solitary lamp has been waiting for a hundred years!

………

The boat of doomsday crossed the void, sailed into the pure land of xuanbei and stopped at the top of Xumi mountain, but Zhao Fugui didn't refine it immediately.

Although he can speed up the time and shorten the long refining process to a few months, days, moments and even a few breath, he must wait for the opportunity to intercept the time and the general situation for his own use and achieve the desired effect. In the waiting years, Zhao Fugui is not idle.

The fairyland in the East China Sea is the new Thrushcross villa. As always, the back mountain is full of exotic flowers, the thatched cottage is dark, and a tomb stands quietly.

Lu Da carved the statue with all his heart. He was not distracted by the fact that there was an emperor with a mysterious robe and an ancient crown in front of him. He didn't let go of what he had just done until he dropped the knife. He looked at Zhao Fugui with a smile: "when I was in the tide of Jinshui last time, I thought of that year again. At that time, who could have thought that the young man who was staring at my carving had become the Taoist God."

"In one's life, fortune is always hard to say. At that time, thanks to some life experience taught by our predecessors." Zhao Fugui sat casually, looked at the ice fairy who finally became a Dharma body in Thrushcross villa, and Qu Jiuniang, who had enjoyed a good time for more than a hundred years relying on longevity pill, and other original members of the immortal trace, and said in a soft voice, "Yan Ran has come back to life."

Liudao has long been dissolved and reincarnation has ceased.

"Really..." After a short pause, Mr. Lu Da had seen the secret and understood that what Zhao Fugui said was true.

"At the beginning, the elder refused the temptation of magic Buddha and said that he would finish it. Now the era is coming to an end. Would you like to see your wife again and face the future together Zhao Fugui asked with a smile.

At this point, he couldn't expect Mr. Lu to go any further. Time didn't wait for me, so he began to help old friends understand their wishes, and then faced the coming of the end calmly.

Lu Da's eyes were soft. He looked at the tomb and said with a smile, "I'm not pedantic, and I'm not Ye Gong Haolong. I really want such a good thing without violating my bottom line."

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly felt something. Looking back at the back mountain path, he saw that there were all kinds of flowers in full bloom and colorful, surrounded by a beautiful lady in palace dress. She had a smile and gentle eyes. Everything was like a dream!

Mr. Lu Da is crazy.

The most important thing is that gentle smile, haunted to this day

In the past, at the moment of his wife's death, Zhao Fugui took her to yuxu palace, gave her elixir and something to prolong her life, and hid the truth from the world with his magic body, so as not to change Mr. Lu's cultivation.

………

Having done something similar, Zhao Fugui looks back to the past.

This time, it's my turn to see the brand of Yuanshi Tianzun that I always evaded before!

Knowing that the lifeless mother's backhand may come from the secrets left by the original heaven and Lingbao heaven, it's like suicide if you don't explore or touch these things!

In the age of mythology, is the original God only left with his brand to maintain the process of history? What will happen when he meets his brand?

Is there any chance to open up the source of time again, integrate Fengshen, Westward Journey and the real world, return the true colors of time, and give clues to the whereabouts of the two gods?

As for the reincarnation of the overlord brand, we are still waiting for the next era. There are not many years left for the end!