Beyond the Divine States Chapter 335: : If life is just like first seeing it

The green water chestnuts in Dahe Town undulate like waves in the wind, and faded wooden stakes stand on the two ends of the mountain road, like Bai Sensen’s arm bones. The arcs of other mountains cannot be seen in the distance. Once he is here From there, only the scattered mountain towns behind and the end of the steps in front of them were filled with ancient Taoist temples.

Ning Changjiu walked forward slowly.

The cold and wet morning mist was slowly blown away by the wind, and Ning Changjiu walked on the mountain road. This was the junction of Dahe Town and the unobservable. He looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar, as if a world away.

Because of the Kunlun Moon Country, have you started to have such a strange dream? Or is this a thought buried in my heart?

Also, in the past twenty-four years, no matter how you flick your fingers, it is not a cloud of smoke that can be blown away at will.

Ning Changjiu's consciousness is not sober, he doesn't have much energy to think, just follow the original intention, slowly walked the steps, crossed the stele pavilion, and came to the unobservable.

Perhaps because of the lack of disciples who closed the door, the door was only open, and he walked in easily.

The view is deserted.

Ning Changjiu walked to the side of the release pond, which was misty and ripples everywhere. This is where he accumulated merit before.

Further forward is the Law Ling Pavilion of the master sister. Qinglian Shu Pavilion is also behind the Law Ling Pavilion, passing through the Law Ling Pavilion, and then passing through a courtyard, which is the first hall. Extending along the central axis of the hall, there are three halls. The scale of the halls is not large, and the eaves are old and heavy under the sky that is not yet bright.

Ning Changjiu, in harmony with the chirping and chirping birds, slowly passed through the hall door and moved forward along the center line.

Senior brothers and sisters don’t know where they are. Don’t watch no one. They are silent, like him alone.

Ning Changjiu walked past the cold pond where the lotus blossomed, passed the twisted bridge, and walked into the hall that he had never entered in his previous life.

The door of the main hall is also concealed.

Ning Changjiu couldn't describe the mood at the moment. He only attributed all the unreasonable love to dreams. After taking a deep breath, he pressed his hand on the door, gently pushed it away, and walked in.

Thousands of gods and Buddhas in the temple press on their pupils, and the countless curtains are like wind lingering in the temple.

Beside him, a great **** held something similar to a magic mirror. He looked at the glasses and was taken aback-he found that his brows were more delicate, and his cheeks were a little more childish.

This is... what he looks like at sixteen!

In his dream, he went back to when he was sixteen years old.

"Have you considered it?"

In the hanging curtain, the clear fairy sound slowly floated out.

This is Master’s voice.

Ning Changjiu didn't know whether to kneel or not, but just stood on the ground, looking at the whirling shadow on the hanging screen, and said: "What are you thinking about?"

The subject remained silent, and between his fingers, a flaming butterfly flew out of his sleeve. After looking at it, it turned out that it was actually a marriage certificate.

Ning Changjiu subconsciously stretched out his hand and squeezed the marriage certificate that was about to fly away.

Ye Chan Palace's voice continued to float, saying: "Have you not decided your mind?"

Ning Changjiu understood immediately. The master asked about the marriage certificate. He had a great regret when he refused the marriage certificate at the age of sixteen in the previous life. This kind of regret was not strong in the previous life, but in this life, he would often think back, what would happen if he had promised it in the first place?

But why would I have such a real dream?

Ning Changjiu immediately figured it out—the opportunity for him to enter the Five Realms was approaching.

Entering the Purple Court Realm has a heart-devil calamity, and entering the Five Realms Realm is also a question of heart-questioning. There is no concrete calamity in the questioning of the heart, and it is even more illusory.

"This is the fiancé I chose for you, named Zhao Xianger." Ye Changong's cold and beautiful voice is not adulterated, and slowly floats out: "She has a peerless posture, gentle and kind, and beautiful in appearance. After being the **** bird Suzaku, I will grant her to you as a wife. Are you willing?"

Ning Changjiu was startled and doubted the meaning of gentleness and kindness.

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"... On the 17th day of the negotiation, the land was finally cut for six hundred miles, Zhao lost his land, so my name is Xiang!"

Familiar voices echoed on the Jiuling Platform, and the sixteen-year-old Zhao Xianger stood on the top of the platform and looked at the setting sun.

She regained consciousness slightly and realized that it was a dream.

The Great Demon Soul Devourer, who had the first horns afterwards, pushed aside the sky and slowly penetrated into the kingdom of Zhao.

Second elder brother came to life and had time to wield the knife, but he heard the girl's drink.

In the shocked gaze of the second brother, the newly promoted empress of the Zhao Kingdom opened her umbrella and held her sword. In front of the head of the soul, the soul swallower issued an angry roar at the girl.

Zhao Xianger's face did not change. She looked at the Spirit Devourer without any fear. Only the fighting intent that hadn't cooled before entering the dream rose up again in her petite body, like the ashes of rekindling death, curling up countless stars.

The fierce battle that shook the imperial city broke out in the sky.

The big demon's horns were chopped off, dissipated in the air, his head was chopped, and annihilated on the city.

Shortly afterwards, Zhao Xianger fell back on the Nine Spirits Stage, pressed the blood beads on her cheeks lightly with her fingertips, and slowly wiped it across, dyeing her thin lips into a gorgeous blood color, and the setting sun behind her was like blood, her trace of gold The inky black dragon robe is flying in the sunset.

The picture is cracked in the sunlight.

A fire lotus floated from and stopped behind Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger stopped and looked around.

She originally thought that this was just a simple dream, but she had a long-cherished wish for her back then.

In this trial, it’s impossible to just kill many monsters. The mother has also hammered her spirit. Through this way of dreaming, she has hammered her soul and improved her realm. Unfortunately, it is not a weird thing to make the state of mind complete.

After the soul swallower died, the dream remained the same.

Suzaku's maid walked out of the red lotus and asked softly: "Miss Xianger, you are stronger and better than I thought."

Zhao Xianger turned her head slightly, she was sixteen years old at the moment, she was beautiful, she was childish, she was petite and soft, and the figure in black holding a sword was more like a murderous **** of **** girl.

Zhao Xianger looked at the maid quietly.

"Thank you God's Envoy for the compliment." She replied.

The maid looked at her, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "The test of the imperial city has passed, did you think about it?"

"Think about it? What do you want?" Zhao Xianger asked.

The maid smiled and said: "Naturally is the path from now on. Do you choose to stay in Zhao Country to complement the destiny of Xiangzi, or choose to accept this marriage letter and go to a Taoist temple outside the world. Without correctness and superiority, obedience is good."

Zhao Xiang'er was startled, her brows frowned, and she subconsciously put her hand into her sleeve and found out a perfect marriage letter.

The marriage book is like fire.

Zhao Xianger looked at the marriage book, but didn't understand its meaning, she had already married Ning Changjiu...

Yes, it was three years ago.

Well... Three years ago, when he rescued Ning Changjiu at night, he looked at his eyes and seemed to have begun to plot something wrong. When the three-year agreement was concluded, he was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, and his heart was shameful!

By the way...Where is Ning Changjiu? Shouldn't he also be on the Nine Spirit Stage? Why did Lu Jiajia disappear? What a strange dream...

They won't fool around, will they? ! Zhao Xianger was shocked and annoyed: "The heart is not dead!"

Zhao Xianger almost forgot the words of the Suzaku envoy, and took the sword to catch the traitor.

Suzaku's divine envoy slowly spoke and said: "The young man's name is Ning Changjiu, the husband carefully selected by the master for the young lady. He is a pure-hearted Taoist priest, high in Taoism, upright, handsome, and honest. , Complementary to the young lady, very good match, it is a good match."

"..." Zhao Xianger listened, thinking that this wicked man was hiding so deeply that even the mother did not discover his true face!

"Would you like to take over this marriage certificate?" the Suzaku envoy asked.

"Let him come and see me!" Zhao Xianger said coldly.

The Suzaku envoy didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked repeatedly: "Will the lady take this marriage letter?"

……

Ning Changjiu woke up, the sky was gradually brightening,

Si Ming is still sitting by the window, meditating and practicing, his expression is calm and serious, as if thinking hard.

Ning Chang didn't bother him for a long time, holding his head, recalling the dream of the talent, laughed blankly.

He felt sorry for the awakening of the dream. I don't know if I can continue to follow this dream tomorrow night.

Siming has finished meditation, and has a vaguely new understanding, and his temperament is more mysterious.

She glanced at Ning Changjiu with disdain, knowing the sea. She will stand in the glorious kingdom of God and become the lord of the country. The picture of Ning Changjiu kneeling under her **** robe seems to be within reach.

She raised the corners of her lips with a smile in her eyes. She walked to the mirror with bare feet and sat down slowly, her body like a smoky smoke.

Ning Changjiu combed her hair as usual.

"What dream do you have? Why are you absent-minded?" Si Ming asked lightly.

Ning Changjiu regained his senses gently, looked at the hair hanging down on his fingers, chuckled and shook his head, and said: "No...nothing."

"Hmph." Si Ming snorted and asked, "Which little girl did you dream of this time?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and honestly said: "I dreamed of Xiang'er."

In the mirror, Si Ming's face was cold, she snatched the wooden comb and said: "I will do it myself."

Ning Changjiu stood there, realizing his failure to say something, and explained a few words softly, but Si Ming did not forgive him, and pushed away a peeled fruit he had handed over.

Ning Changjiu ate the fruit alone, staring out the window in a daze.

He couldn't help thinking, what would happen to his life in the next twelve years if... if he took over the marriage certificate in the previous life?

Unfortunately, there is no if, the dream is just a dream, it is not continuous.

"Let's go, think of your fiancée on the road." Si Ming said coldly.

Ning Changjiu didn't dare to say much, for fear that he would annoy Si Ming again.

"Where are we going to the next peak?" Ning Changjiu casually searched for the topic.

Si Ming sneered: "Naturally go to your favorite place, why? Don't you remember?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly realized: "Daughter Peak?"

Si Ming didn't even sneer, and his expression became Xuanbing completely: "You really like it the most!"

Ning Changjiu knew that he had made a mistake, thinking that he was really dreaming and being stupid, and was about to open a remedy, but Si Ming had already pushed the door.

Ning Changjiu stood there, no longer thinking about the absurd dream of last night, and hurriedly chased it up.

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The foothills of Daughter Peak are full of splendid peach blossoms.

Si Ming stood between the flowers and trees, and the faces of peach blossoms matched each other. Her eyes moved slightly and she stretched out her hands, but she glanced at Ning Changjiu looking at her, her fingers shrank subconsciously, and she turned back in anguish.

"The world is so colorful, it turned to gray in a blink of an eye, what's your memory?"

In order to prove that he didn't like such vulgar scenery, Si Ming added so lightly.

Ning Changjiu was too lazy to expose, and climbed slowly with her.

While passing by the mountainside, Ning Changjiu saw the docked monkey again. This time, the monkey demon was carrying a flower basket and was selling flowers. The flowers in the basket were all picked from elsewhere, with different colors. And this full mountain peach blossoms have amorous feelings to each other.

The monkey demon saw Ning Changjiu and Si Ming, his eyes lighted up as if he had been wronged, he ran over with the basket, and shouted: "Guest, guest! What a coincidence, where does the demon city really meet? ..."

"Be careful!" Ning Changjiu reminded.

The monkey demon was surprised that it was too late. He didn't pay attention to the height of the steps under his feet. When he was running, he kicked into the gap, his body was unstable, and his face fell to the ground.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and held the monkey in the air.

Although the monkey demon did not fall, the flowers in the basket were scattered all over the floor.

He looked at the flowers all over the floor, and his heart trembled—the flowers could no longer be sold.

It slowly stood still, clenched its fists, bent over and picked up the flower basket. Although it was used to it, it couldn't help but sigh.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are you not fortune-telling?"

The little monkey cried and said with a mournful face: "I lost the lottery... it doesn't count."

Ning Changjiu said: "Why are you so rash?"

The little monkey smiled and said: "It will not be easy for me to survive to this day."

Ning Changjiu looked at it, and suddenly felt that the little monkey seemed to be a little spiritual. He asked, "What's your name?"

The little monkey thought for a while, and said: "I am a wild monkey, where is the name?"

Ning Changjiu picked up the flower basket for it and collected the remaining flowers. He looked at a piece of torn clothes wrapped around his waist, the bottom edge of the torn clothes, and the hair on his thighs burned in his eyes. He gently retracted his gaze, discharged a row of copper coins, and said: "I bought this basket of flowers with the basket."

Siming sneered and said: "Spending money again?"

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "These flowers are good and cheap, I feel they are worth it."

Si Ming said: "Oh, I don't wear flowers that fall on the ground."

Ning Changjiu shot back: "You didn't buy it for you."

Si Ming said: "Can you wear it yourself?"

Si Ming looked sullen and angry.

"Two good guests, stop quarreling." The little monkey demon raised his head and squeezed a smile at them. Then, he took the flower basket from Ning Changjiu’s arms and took out one Below, the unstained flower was handed to Ning Changjiu, and said: "My son, you are a good person. This flower is given to you. The others are dirty and worthless."

Ning Changjiu wanted to pay, but was rejected by the little monkey demon again.

"This flower is given to the guest." It said: "Guests don't waste money on me. As long as the money is a little bit more, I can't keep it..."

"Why?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The little monkey demon looked up, smiled forcefully, and said: "That's fate...I also want to know why, the last time the guest gave me more money, I almost died."

Ning Changjiu looked at him, searched it with divine consciousness to see if there was a curse, but found nothing.

Ning Changjiu collected the copper coin, only left one and handed it to it, but the little monkey demon still rejected it. He held the flower basket, lowered his head, cats on his waist, trot away, and shrugged his shoulders. With.

After the monkey demon left, Si Ming suddenly said: "It's a bit weird."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu asked, "What do you see?"

Si Ming said: "It...it seems to be sealed in the body, I can't see it clearly, maybe it's just an illusion."

The little monkey demon disappeared in the forest.

Ning Changjiu took the flower and handed it to Si Ming. Si Ming is very vengeful. She took the flower lightly and put her backhand in Ning Changjiu's hair.

Ning Changjiu took down the flower and wanted to insert it back, but Si Ming's figure had already swept up Gaopo. She turned her head back with a chuckle and gave Ning Changjiu a provocative look. Ning Changjiu chased after him, and the two of them shuttled through the cliffs and forests, leaping between them, and finally came to the top of the high cliff.

Nu'erfeng is more beautiful than imagined. In the meantime, the colorful satin is fluttering, the flowers are clustered, and you can see the steaming Xiarui air from a distance. The fairies of Daughter Peak were also beautifully born, completely transformed into human figures, and they couldn't find flaws in either dressing or pink makeup.

"Don't go in." Si Ming stretched out his arm and stopped him.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What's wrong?"

Si Ming said: "I have felt it, there are no traces of authority left in it, so I don't have to go in vain."

Ning Changjiu asked suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"I am suspecting that I care about Xiaoling?" Si Ming said lightly: "Could it be possible that you still have to go to the peak master of Daughter Peak for torture?"

Ning Changjiu listened to her ironic words, and he smiled: "I believe you, since there is no one here, I won't waste time."

Si Ming was fairly satisfied with his reaction. She closed her eyes, felt it seriously, and shook her head slightly.

She has lived in the Jiuyou Hall for many years, and the closeness and familiarity with the Nether Qi is far better than that of Ning Changjiu.

After descending from the Peak of Daughters, the two went to the Peak of Bhikkhu.

Under Bhikkhu Peak, the two saw the sacred tree in the mouth of the white elephant. Around the sacred tree, armored guards held war blades and surrounded the dozens of thick holy sacred trees.

Ning Changjiu stood on the mountain peak on the opposite bank, looking from a distance.

The sacred tree has no leaves, and the texture is full of lifeless gray. The scales of the frost-skin dragon are full of nodules and cracks. This giant tree grows obliquely, and its branches are densely extended to the sky, like It was a helpless, dead hand. And among the dead branches, there was a miraculous fruit growing, which looked like a baby and seemed to be immature.

Si Ming looked at the root of the ancient book, and withdrew his gaze in disgust, and said: "Do you know what is buried under this tree?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "I don't know."

Si Ming sneered, and said: "Your signature seems to be crooked, and the authority we are looking for may really be on Bhikkhu Peak."

"Is it related to that sacred tree?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"The sacred tree has nothing to do with the authority of the netherworld, but this damned sacred tree still bears fruit. It is likely to be the blessing of the authority." Si Ming thought for a while and said: "Forget it, there is nothing to say, Shangfeng Yi Just look at it."

The peak of Bhikkhu is relatively prosperous among the peaks. In front of the stele pavilion on the peak, the four-character "Wang Shou Wu Jiang" is swiped with a large brush, which looks very proud.

After passing the stele pavilion, there is a tomb next to it. I don’t know who the owner of the tomb is, but the tombstone is engraved in two languages: "The gods hold iron, how can they sleep with a broken neck? The bones hold the sand, and the regret is hard to end."

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming looked at the tombstone together, not asking for any explanation.

Si Ming said: "There is no corpse in the tomb, only clothes."

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe the memory of the demon who died in battle five hundred years ago, there is no bones left, so I have to build a cloak mound."

Si Ming didn't care about this. She was quite wary of this Bhikkhu Peak, and her spiritual consciousness unfolded early to inquire about any disturbances.

The two went up to the peak of Bhikkhu, and they caught a glimpse of the white deer in the forest. These deer were treated very well on the peak, and they hardly worried about being preyed.

At the entrance of Bhiqiu Peak Demon City, Ning Changjiu found a pair of virgins standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.

"The two are here to find Grandpa's birthday?" The boy greeted him slowly, smiling.

Ning Changjiu frowned: "The Bailu Demon King knows we are coming?"

The virgin also stepped forward and said in a childish voice: "Grandpa Shou Xing has boundless demon power and counts the world. He wrote to us as early as a day ago and told us to wait for the distinguished guests."

"Write a letter?" Ning Changjiu asked: "Maybe Bailu Shouxing is not in the peak?"

The boy replied: "Exactly, Grandpa Shouxing has been out these few days, and he won't be able to come back until the next day."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Which peak is the birthday star now? Let's find it ourselves."

The virgin shook her head and said: "This can't be said, there is a forbidden place that no one is allowed to go to."

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming looked at each other.

Bai Lu Shou Xing asked that he was in a dark place invisible to the geomancy at the moment.

Si Ming asked: "Did the birthday star tell you anything?"

The boy said: "Grandpa birthday star also said that he knows what you are looking for. This matter is of great importance. Please rest assured to wait and stay calm. After two days, grandpa will come back and personally with you. Elaborate."

Without waiting for them to ask, the virgin has already made a gesture of welcoming guests, and a sweet smile appeared on her immature cheeks: "The wing has been cleaned up. Please two of you please stay in. If you have any requests, please What we call us is, we will do everything."

Ning Chang hesitated for a long time, Si Mingruo gave him a glance and nodded slightly.

"Well, two of you, please lead the way." Ning Changjiu said.

The boy and girl led Ning Changjiu and Si Ming into the city.

They came to the main hall built by the water in the middle of the city, their feet stepped on the water, and where they corresponded to their toes, a small fish swam over, breathing out cold air, and freezing the ice as a way.

The four walked all the way, forming ice step by step.

The virgin boys and girls led them into the cleaned room. This is a luxurious house without any means of blindness and neat furnishings.

After bringing the distinguished guest, the virgin boy and girl bowed and left.

Although Si Ming was very satisfied with this room, he still scanned the inside and outside of the room with his spiritual sense to confirm that there was no problem.

"Why does the White Deer Demon know our whereabouts?" Si Ming said to himself in confusion.

Ning Changjiu said: "Either the white elephant demon leaked the secret, or the white deer birthday star does have magical powers... it doesn't matter."

"Well, I don't believe him, he will simply hand over authority." Si Ming said.

Ning Changjiu nodded in agreement, and he also said: "How can it be a good thing to build those ghost temples outside the city? I don't know what it is going to do."

Si Ming gave a hum, and said: "Fulfill your spirits and prepare for a fierce battle."

……

At night, sleepiness rolled up as usual, and Ning Changjiu fell asleep early.

The dream last night continued.

He was still standing in the view, and the master was waiting for his question and asked: "Are you willing?"

On the other side of the dream, the Suzaku envoy is also waiting to answer: "Miss, are you willing?"

……

"I do."

The two said in unison.

Boom!

Cracked lines wander through the scene before my eyes.

In a trance, Ning Changjiu found that he was out of sight, and beside him stood a beautiful girl with ponytails, and her dragon robe was replaced by a snow-white Taoist robe.

The girl is staring at him too.

In Zhao Xianger's eyes, there was a look that was inconsistent with this childishness... He was exactly the same as three years ago... She suddenly recalled the past when he fell from the sky and hit her in her arms. He was just like this at the time, even if many years have passed, she still remembers many things. Curious dream... Is it because the spirit is too weak during the trial to awaken such memories of nostalgia?

Ning Changjiu also looked at her quietly.

She was exactly the same as three years ago, petite and graceful, with indescribable beauty between her brows. At that time, I still felt that whoever marries her is a foolish fool... fool, foolish, isn't it me?

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that he never needed to make up for any regrets in his previous life. Their story was originally a marriage between this life and this life.

"Are you a gentle, kind, and beautiful girl Zhao Xianger?" Ning Changjiu asked, pretending to be a fool, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"You are the son of Ning Changjiu with high morality, upright character, and honest person?" Zhao Xianger blinked, pretending to ask purely. She wanted to give him a severe lesson and punish him for his troublesome behavior, but then she thought about it, it was a dream, why should she vent her anger at the image in the memories of the sea of ​​consciousness? Think of it as reminiscing the beauty of the first sight......

"Happy meeting." The two said softly.

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(Thanks to the book friend Mingyue for leaning against the rudder master who rewarded in the late autumn! Thank you book friend 59036946 for the heroes who rewarded! Thank you two book friends for their support and encouragement~ Meme da.)