Beyond the Divine States Chapter 462: : Long dream

This small town is a floating island without roots floating above the immortal world.

Golden butterflies flew around the town. There was no sun in this world, so they became countless luminous bodies, and became fireflies gathered in lanterns, lighting up the world.

Ye Chan Gong took his hand and jumped into this world.

The world opened up for them.

Ning Changjiu jumped down from the small island-like town. He opened his arms like a flying bird, and the sound of the wind whispered in his ears.

They fell from high school until they landed on the ground.

The world of immortality is crystal clear, glowing with spiritual beauty.

The earth here is composed of silver fine particles, extremely soft, the trees are like crystal sculptures, towering and tall, like majestic palaces, deer running in the forest, the deer is golden like a butterfly. They shuttled through the forest, retaining only their instincts during their lifetime, neither eating nor drinking, and forgetting life and death.

Ye Chan Palace took Ning Changjiu through this illusory and beautiful dreamland.

"The sea of ​​reincarnation is the sea, and the world of immortality is the forest. Death is just a process of returning to nothingness. It never picks on its carrier."

Ye Chan Palace's words are like a breeze passing through the forest.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and looked at this high forest. Even if he knew he was in a dream, he still felt unreality.

Except for the deer, he never saw other creatures.

The fierce jackals and tigers and leopards have also become such lovely things after death.

Ning Changjiu also discovered that there is a looming thread on the heads of these creatures, and these threads vary in length.

"Are these the lines of life?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Ye Chan Gong said, "Well, they are the lines of life. When their lines become infinitely short, they can no longer maintain the shape of a deer. Instead, they will turn into butterflies flying in the sky... It is false, there has never been real immortality in this world."

Master’s soft words seem to be faintly lonely, as if the flowers on the ground see the heavy snow in the sky, but they are helpless.

The golden flower deer ran past them.

Ning Changjiu asked: "The resurrection also has a huge price, such as my resurrection."

Ye Chan Palace didn't answer, she just walked straight ahead, trees slowly passing by, gradually drawing the outline of a Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is hidden deep in the forest. It is not too big or small, and its shape and structure are quite similar.

Ye Chan Palace stopped.

She looked at this Taoist temple and said: "Go home."

Ning Changjiu knew that the building of this Taoist temple was not the trees, bricks and tiles, but the dreamland.

Ning Changjiu looked at the familiar Taoist temple woven in this dreamland, and felt like a world away. At first, the second senior brother took him out of the immortal realm and came to an unobservable. Now, the master took him out of the small town, but He couldn't bring his broken soul out of the realm of immortality.

They will live here, slowly repairing his spirit.

At the beginning, when he was killed by the gibbon, the immortal world spent thousands of years nurturing him.

Now even with the help of the master, it will take at least a few years.

Ning Changjiu went up the steps with Ye Chan Palace and walked into the temple.

After Ye Chan Palace came to Unobservable, her temperament became more demure and cool. She seemed to be used to living here, so even in a dream, she was also a master of Qingsheng.

Ning Changjiu walked behind her and slowly closed the door for her.

They walked forward together.

Foremost is the release pond. There is no water in the release pond. Fishes are depicted with patterns on their bodies. They grow wings and swim away from nothing. There is also a clear line of life above their heads.

In front of the release pool is the Law Ling Hall, and after passing the empty Law Ling Hall, it is the Book Pavilion. After the Book Pavilion, through the two lotus halls, there is a small courtyard with a big tree planted in the small courtyard. , Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger were back to back, reading together under the big tree, flowers and plants flourished in the light and shadow that was leaked.

"In the future, we will live here."

Ye Chan Palace stands in front of the Taoist Temple.

The strong wind blows, and the wind of golden butterflies rushes across the sky.

……

Ning Changjiu sat under the big clear tree, raised his head, and looked up along the veins of the tree. The golden leaves were silent in the wind.

To this day, Ning Changjiu’s ears still sound of a meteorite crashing, and he still feels the sharp pain of his limbs exploding. He adjusted his body's feelings with his breathing, letting Daoxin a little bit of tranquility in this dreamlike world.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, but couldn't help thinking of marrying Xue Ci and the others. The smiles and voices of Zhang Yinrong were still in front of him, but they became untouchable.

Except for still possessing consciousness, he seems to be no different from the flying butterflies.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, and a butterfly stopped on the back of his hand. He moved his hand close to him, and the butterfly did not fly away in fright, but opened and closed its wings quietly.

Ning Changjiu discovered that the inside of the butterfly's wings seemed to have a small pattern. The most peculiar thing about this pattern is that it is not symmetrical, but only exists on one side of the wing.

He frowned slightly, before he had time to think, the door of the Taoist Temple opened, and Ye Chan Palace in a white gauze dress walked out of the Taoist Temple.

The ancient heavy hall and the slender snow-white girl fell in sight.

The butterfly flew away, and Ning Changjiu was also slightly lost.

Ye Chan Palace was holding two volumes of books. She walked to the soft grass. After hesitating, she hugged the book in her arms, bent her calves, removed the embroidered shoes and snow socks with her fingers, and stepped on the soft bare feet. On the grass. A moon-like stream flowing across the grass, she walked to Ning Changjiu's side, and sat down against the big tree, with her knees slightly bent, and two books slanted.

She handed one of them to Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu thought it was a classic of monasticism, but when he opened it, it turned out to be a story book.

Ye Chan Gong said: "You have nothing to learn. These years have been too hard. Let's read the book."

Ning Changjiu's eyes fell on the scroll, but he couldn't concentrate.

Ye Chan Palace looked at him and asked: "What's on your mind?"

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he slowly asked the doubt in his mind.

"In the previous life, I was taken away from the immortal world by the second senior brother. If so, how can I become a little Taoist priest in this life?" Ning Changjiu said.

"In the letter with Xiang'er, haven't you guessed the answer?" Ye Changong said, "I didn't look back in time, but... I jumped to a new world line."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly. He looked at the sky full of butterflies, and a sense of fear was uncontrollably born in his heart: "But even a brand new world..."

Ye Chan Gong looked at him quietly.

Ning Changjiu suppressed his inner thoughts and did not continue.

"Don't worry about this." Ye Chan Gong said: "Under infinite power, all seemingly absurd things that cross common sense can happen. This is the infinite time and space. It doesn't make sense, but it can shape facts. ."

Ning Changjiu gave a hum, temporarily letting go of many thoughts in his mind.

The butterflies in the sky shed light, and they sat under the tree and read together.

The two read for a while, and Ning Changjiu suddenly put his hand on Ye Chan Palace's book, he gently snatched her book, closed it, and placed it on the grass aside.

"Let’s read the same book together."

Ning Changjiu said, spreading his book between the two.

Ye Chan Gong hummed softly.

The eyes of the two are on the same book, and the speed of reading is surprisingly consistent with a deep understanding.

Ning Changjiu reads the story in the book. When he reads something happy or sad, his eyes will quietly fall on Yechangong’s face. He wants to see a trace of fluctuations in his expression, but Yechangong’s face is from beginning to end. All are calm.

There is no night in the world of immortality, and they cannot feel the passage of time.

The two of them finished reading a book without knowing it. After sharing their feelings, they continued to sit under the tree together, saying nothing.

"Do you have anything you want to do?" Ye Chan Gong asked.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Ye Chan Gong said: "My authority is a dream, I can do many things."

Ye Chan Palace seemed to be trying to prove her own words. She stood up on the tree trunk, her fingers moved lightly, and the power of dreams swept across the earth like the wind, the crystal palace-like Taoist hall became solemn and majestic, and the golden butterfly became It was colorful, the grass turned green, the tree trunks were brown, and the leaves were green.

The unobservable in this dream has become unobservable in reality.

Ning Changjiu looked at everything he was familiar with, but smiled and said, "Master, let's receive magical powers. I am afraid that over time, I will not be able to distinguish reality from dreams."

This seemingly real world is a dream, but the dream-like world is real at this moment.

Ye Changong hummed softly, she was petite, but like a real god, the world changed back to what she was when she waved her hand.

Ning Changjiu said guilty: "Master, don't bother so much, I just need to be quiet."

Ye Chan Gong said: "You blocked the meteor and saved the world. Now you are a patient. You can treat me as a healer instead of a master. My duty is to heal you and keep you Cheerful heart."

Ye Chan Palace is in the form of a girl. Although the words are naturally cold, they also have a sense of quietness. It sounds like a childish promise made between a little boy and a little girl.

Ning Changjiu looked at her, and smiled after a moment: "The respected master is the respected master, not the doctor. The respected master is on the side, and it is better than any prescription in the world."

"Um...thank you." Ye Changong pursed his lips, seeming to express his smile.

Her coldness is inherent, like a lonely star in the sky. Although her fairy **** is beautiful, she can't convey any emotions clearly.

She said: "Recover well. If you have any request, you can tell me. As a teacher, you will agree to it. And my only request of you is to stabilize the Taoist heart. Don't worry about it, don't want it. Suffering from gains and losses."

Ning Changjiu nodded earnestly.

He can predict that the days to come will be very peaceful, as calm as a stream running through here.

The years are quiet, so I will find something to do.

In the courtyard, Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong made a chessboard, and the two began to play chess.

Ning Changjiu's chess skills have always been good. He beat Xianger during the Zhao Kingdom, and also thundered at the Hai State Banquet. He was also very confident in himself.

The two knocked off the black and white in the courtyard leisurely.

After the first game, Ning Changjiu narrowly won the half.

The two began to replay, considering their talents.

After gathering the pieces, the two played another round, and Ning Changjiu narrowly won the half-piece again.

He noticed something wrong.

In the third game, Ning Changjiu still narrowly won the half son.

He took the chess pieces, looked at Ye Chan Palace, and said: "Master doesn't need to let me, he can play as he pleases, so I won't be happy for the victory that comes out."

"Really..." Ye Changong said softly, then nodded, "Okay."

The two began to settle again.

Ning Changjiu's son is getting slower and slower.

He doesn't know how to describe the real chess skills of Master. If Xianger is the base, it is roughly at the level of twenty-four Xianger.

Game to mid game.

Ning Changjiu sighed while looking at his smashed pieces on the chessboard. His calculation power is already very strong, but in front of a more powerful opponent, he has no power to fight back, and he was killed to throw away his armor and armor.

Ning Changjiu grabbed a chess piece and was about to put it on the chessboard to admit defeat.

Ye Chan Gong held his hand, which was cool and soft, but also unspeakably firm.

She held Ning Changjiu's chess piece in his hand, took the chess piece in his hand, picked up one and placed it on the chessboard for him, and then seriously said: "You are not allowed to give up, no matter when, even if it is Play chess with me."

Ning Changjiu looked at her eyes and suddenly returned to his senses, "Disciple obeys."

"You can continue to call me Master, but you don't need to call yourself a disciple anymore." Ye Chan Gong said again.

"Why?" Ning Chang was puzzled.

"Because, there are only two of us in the world now." Ye Changong said: "When there are only two people in a world, their relationship must not be a master and disciple."

Ning Changjiu seems to understand or not.

If there are only two people left in a world, what will they do?

Create a new nation or even a new world?

Ning Changchang sensed his mutilated soul and smiled faintly.

The two played a few more games, and they all ended in Ye Chan Palace's big victory.

Ye Changong couldn't bear to win anymore. He looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "Is there anything else I want to do?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I want to walk around the world of immortality."

Ye Chan Gong agreed.

Ning Changjiu asked: "If we go far, can we still return to the unobservable?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Don't worry."

So the two walked into the world of immortality together.

The whole unobservable was uprooted by Ye Chan Palace, floating behind him, like a floating whale.

According to the legend, because some people were reluctant to bear the sweet water in their hometown, they carried the entire well on their backs with divine power when they left their hometown and traveled together. Now that Ning was worried about being lost for a long time, Ye Chan Palace had moved the entire unobservable **** away, which seemed to be similar to the legend.

Floating in the air, unobservable, they walked in front of them.

Ning Changjiu asked: "We are in the realm of immortality now, but if the Dark Lord destroys Lei Lao Xing, won't our world also collapse?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "The Immortal Realm is part of the Thunder Prison Kingdom. It originated from the Candle Dragon, not the Dark Lord. If one day, the Thunder Prison Kingdom collapses, the Thunder Prison will also hold the Immortal Realm. It’s not impressive to leave. In Dahe Town, there are still many ancient gods who have an old relationship with Leilao."

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Leilao...what is the relationship between it and the candle dragon?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Candle Dragon is Lei Lao’s mentor. When the Candle Dragon hit the sky and fell to the ground, it was dying. Many people wanted to share the body of the Candle Dragon. When Lei Lao was desperate to save the body of the mentor, Also cut off its last breath with a sharp sword."

Ning Changjiu sighed, and said: "Is it for the sake of imagining and conspiring to express loyalty to the dark master by killing his mentor with his own hands?"

Ye Chan Gong nodded and said, "Yes, after that, Lei Lao occupied the residual power of the candle dragon and became the head of the new group of dragons. As the king of the dragon clan, occupying one of the twelve gods is a matter of course. Up."

Ning Changjiu's footsteps were slow, and the dragon's chant rang in his mind again.

The Dark Lord hasn't really penetrated into this world, and when he selects the god, he is also irrelevant. So Lei Lao and the father carried such heavy hatred and seized the position of a **** to dormant. Until the rebellion.

Five hundred years ago, Jufu entered the kingdom of Leilao. At that time, Jufu and Leilao should have agreed and planned for the next few hundred years, including how to place his divided spirit.

The two walked through the lush forest, and large patches of butterfly wind blew past them.

The two do not look like mentors and apprentices, not like lovers, and not like brothers and sisters. They are between intimacy and strangeness, with a delicate balance. This balance is like this dreamlike The quiet world is surprisingly compatible.

"Why are there no lakes in this world?" Ning Changjiu asked, looking at the forest in front of him.

"Because there is water in the lake." Ye Chan Gong said: "Water is the source of life, but it is not necessary for the dead."

"Then why are there trees and flowers?" Ning Changjiu asked again.

"Because trees and flowers are their home." Ye Chan Gong said.

"Even if it is dead, can all spirits lose everything and cannot leave their homes?" Ning Chang asked leisurely.

"Yeah." Ye Changong said: "Because home is the carrier of life, things that exist need a carrier to prove their existence."

"So Ungainable is my home?" Ning Changjiu turned around, looked at the Taoist temple floating behind him, and asked.

"Maybe," Ye Chan Gong said.

Ning Chang did not speak for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "No, because the master is in the unobservable, so it is my home."

The sky full of butterflies blew through the dense forest again like the wind, and the faint lines on the butterfly's shaking wings seemed to smile like ripples.

……

They crossed the forest and came to a deep valley, the deep valley was full of white flowers, and butterflies perched on the flowers.

They searched for an open space and placed the unobservable on it.

The two returned to the view, like people who have lived in the hometown for a long time.

The world of immortality knows neither life nor death nor fatigue.

Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong sat quietly opposite each other in the view, as if they were talking about arguing, but they didn’t say anything obscure, they just talked about the commonplace of the past. thing.

"Am I... a boring person."

Ye Chan Gong said so suddenly.

Ning Changjiu's heart trembled slightly, and he laughed aloud: "How can the master think that?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "In the first three years of dreams, you and Xiang'er, Si Ming, and married them had a very happy life. The laughter and joy were never interrupted. Three years were just a fingertip. After that, you only felt short and short. Reluctant, but I can’t be like them. I can’t even do simple smiles and crying. I should be behind the scenes, not on the stage, I..."

"Is a boring person."

Ye Chan Palace said that at this moment, she looked like a young empress, sitting in the desolate palace, looking up at the mosquito well of the palace, and sighing that she could forget the life of a lonely family.

Ning Changjiu interrupted her thoughts. He smiled and said: "People enjoy its richness when eating stone pots, their bitterness when drinking tea, and their sweetness when drinking stream water. They are all There is no good or bad in the beauty of life. It is saved by the master. I can still realize that these are already lucky. If you choose to choose, it will be really conscientious."

"Really?" Ye Changong whispered softly, seeming to ask himself.

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded, "Well, Master does not have to think about interesting and boring things."

Ye Changong shook his head and said: "I was thinking, are you considered a beastly conscience."

"Um." Ning Changjiu was slightly taken aback, he raised his head and faced Shang Ye Changong's clear eyes with a slight smile.

Ye Changong lowered his head and said: "I want to try to tell a joke, is it still so...boring?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head immediately, "No, it's funny."

"The words are interesting?"

"Well...it is very interesting to be the master."

"Oh." Ye Changong also learned to sigh, his words still moving: "You are really..."

"Loving God." Ning Changjiu supplemented her words.

……

Time passed slowly.

The rest of the day is still so peaceful, like a tune with no ups and downs.

They would sit together under a tree and read a book, or tell each other some stories, and sometimes take an unobservable journey that stretches for thousands of miles, but although the world is beautiful, it is still monotonous and lifeless.

Ye Chan Palace is like an exquisite porcelain doll, her face and words are always unhurried, she doesn't deliberately lift up the master's frame like Lu Jiajia, on the contrary, she is as close to peace as possible , But still gives people a sense of aloof alienation.

Ning Changjiu sometimes tries to annoy her deliberately to see the limits of Master's calmness.

Ye Changong only showed a slightly helpless look, and sometimes caught him, and gave him a symbolic stroke like Lu Marriage.

They can't see the spring and autumn, and they don't know how long the days have passed. Eight years is a definite deadline, but it is vague to Ning Changjiu. He always remembers his promise to them.

Early morning on a certain day.

Ning Changjiu woke up from the bed, he suddenly found that his clothes had become smaller, and there was a sensation of looseness visible to the naked eye when he tied his belt.

He talked about it to Ye Changong.

Ye Chan Gong said: "You should be thinking about it day and night, so you have lost weight."

Ning Changjiu wondered: "Will God's soul also lose weight?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Maybe."

Ning Changjiu asked again: "How long has it passed now?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "One month."

"One month... only one month?" Ning Changjiu was slightly taken aback, he thought it had been at least half a year.

Ye Chan Gong said: "With me, will we live like years?"

"Of course not." Ning Changjiu shook his head.

Ye Changong pondered for a while, and then said: "Maybe it's not my boredom."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Ye Chan Gong said: "This is our dream. The dream is to do whatever you want. It should be more exciting."

Speaking, Ye Changong took out a piece of rose-red paper from her arms. She used her finger to draw something on it, and the paper became more and more colorful.

She handed the paper to Ning Changjiu and asked: "This is a marriage letter, do you want to accept it?"

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