Beyond the Divine States Chapter 361: : The truth about past and present lives

This is the first time Lining has seen this hall in his memory for a long time.

The door opened slowly.

The bright sunshine outside shone in, and the hidden splendor in the temple also seeped out.

Two completely different lights meet on the threshold and knead them together gently. It looks like water covered with light, turning into a curtain hanging in front of you, behind which a faint red shaking world is hidden. .

Ning Changjiu hugged the woman in his arms and straightened up his stiff body. His mind was dizzy, unable to support his strength, and he staggered, almost falling into the hall, looking embarrassed.

Ning Changjiu stood firm with strong support. His unstrengthened body was trembling all the time, only the hand holding Si Ming was stable.

He came to the temple and raised his head.

That is a world of faint glazed glaze.

I don’t know the name of the gods and gods, standing around the temple, standing on top of the earth, each lacquered gold, or solemn and majestic, or dancing like a dance. The precious texture of the metal.

In the center of the temple, there are several white veils hanging down.

Those veils are higher than the gods, layered on top of each other, moving without wind, they are like clouds imprisoned here.

The faint candlelight pool water soaks the edge of the white gauze, undulating with the water.

In the white gauze, a figure is faintly revealed.

The figure is very shallow, revealing indescribable slenderness. In the bright light, the undulating lines of the woman's figure seem to have reached the ultimate beauty. Beauty may not have meaning, but such beauty is the real divine meaning.

Just as Ning Changjiu glanced back on the day of ascension.

She is Ye Chan Palace.

The unforgettable person is close at hand, only separated by a thin veil, the memories of past and present life are cleverly superimposed, as if this idol, lamp shadow, veil and fairy shadow, came this way, the end of thousands of mountains. .

The temple door slowly closed.

Ning Changjiu kneeled down and bowed his head, earnestly said: "The disciple visits Master, Master...I have been waiting for a long time."

The fairy shadow behind the white gauze looked at him quietly and said: "What do you want?"

Ning Changjiu wanted to answer, but if there was a knife cut in his mind, he gently shook his head, then kowtowed again, and said: "Ms. Xueci has been seriously injured to save the life of her disciple. She has only one breath left, and hopes the master will help her !"

Ye Chan Palace looked at Si Ming through the white gauze, with a soft voice: "Is she in harmony with you?"

"I..." Ning Changjiu was in a daze, and said: "I haven't had time to meet... the past disciples were stubborn, as long as she can wake up, I will definitely show my mind."

Ye Chan Gong said silently: "But I promise that the marriage letter with you is Zhao Xianger, not her."

Ning Changjiu was in his throat, and after a while, he firmly said: "People in the world have to worship their elders when they talk about marriage, so... So I'm here to show her Master! Xueci is a woman who loves each other when disciples experience the world. She once As a priest, with a kind heart, and a disciple who is in love with each other...I wonder if the master is satisfied or not?"

Ye Chan Palace's words never fluctuate too much, "Well, did you like that in the previous life?"

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "The disciple of the previous life, Qingxin, has practiced the Dao for twenty-four years and refused the marriage contract until the day of ascension..."

Ye Chan Gong said: "I killed you with a sword on the day of ascension?"

Ning Chang hesitated for a moment and nodded gently.

Ye Chan Gong asked: "Do you know why I killed you?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know."

Ye Chan Gong asked: "Then you hate me?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't hate."

Ye Chan Gong asked: "Is it because you asked me to say that?"

"The disciple has always respected the master. If it hadn't had the three-year dream, the disciple would have died under the Tianzhu Peak." Ning Changjiu said sincerely.

Ye Chan Gong's figure swayed on the white gauze.

She looked at this disheveled, blood-stained teenager. Every word he said suffered tremendously, and under his thin cheeks, his teeth were still trembling.

"Why do you think I can save her?" Ye Changong asked.

Ning Chang has thought about this question for a long time, and he said seriously: "At the beginning Xueci told me that in the kingdom of God, the corona is divided into two, belonging to the six hours of the night, in her hands, and the other half should be In the hands of the master."

Ye Chan Gong said: "You guessed that I did the headless god?"

Ning Changjiu said: "In all the world, no one except Master has this magical power anymore."

Ye Chan Palace did not pay attention to the words of Aran. She looked at Si Ming, and the memory of 700 years ago slowly emerged. At that time, she did not have time to create brand-new priests and heavenly monarchs, so she stayed When they died, they banished them to the city of Duanjie under the kingdom of God to maintain the stability of order.

She didn't expect that the woman who had inadvertently glimpsed back then would appear in front of her with such a face.

The number of evils in the world is so complicated, even she can't really count everything.

Ye Chan Gong said: "Leave her here."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and gradually let go of his arms holding the woman. His arms were extremely stiff, and he could no longer realize the softness of the body in his arms, but his movements were still cautious, as if he was holding a precious porcelain that he loved for thousands of years.

"The disciple thanked Master for his help. The disciple is willing to be born and die for Master." Ning Changji didn't drink water for a long time, and his throat almost burst into flames.

Ye Chan Palace gently raised his arm.

The white gauze was blown away, and Si Ming's figure was supported by the invisible moonlight, slowly floating, floating into the falling white gauze.

Like a small boat that has been wandering for many years finally returned to the sea.

Ning Changjiu's vision has been completely blurred.

He felt that his bones were as light as clouds, and he could no longer bear the weight of the flesh. His obsession finally dissipated. His expression was relaxed. The injuries from the squeezing in his body also broke out in rounds, and the sound of meridians bursting slightly under the flesh The ground sounded.

Ning Changjiu's knees softened and fell to the ground, fresh blood spreading under his clothes.

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Three thousand worlds.

Zhao Xianger had a long, long dream.

In her dream, she lives in a resplendent kingdom of God, the world of the kingdom of God is vast and boundless, there are hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, clouds and fish carrying the wat to see you, and the evening is full of colorful clouds and flowers, and the fairy blooms in bloom.

It looks like the sun, but it's not the real sun.

This is the condensed body of the sun's authority, a divine kingdom above the earth, level with the moon palace.

From the current scale, the time that can be traced back is only four thousand years-that was the time when the six gods first came in the early days.

Earlier history has long been cut off in the battles that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

But the scale in the dream at this moment is earlier.

At that time, the world was under the rule of the Star God, which is now called the ‘Seventh God’. The power of the Star God is ‘Life’, which is the mother **** of all things.

And the kingdom of God where I live, the moon house on the moon, and the world of the star gods form a clever balance.

At that time, she stood in the clouds every day, looking at the most magnificent and magnificent beauty in the world. Mu Yunxia thought of dresses, Jie Xinghuo thought of candlesticks, she was the most beautiful and noble person here, with silky skin and eyebrows. Holy, looking at the world, no one in the world can compete with her except for the one in the moon palace.

But she is not the real master of this country.

According to the current pattern of the kingdom of God, she should be the priest or heavenly ruler here.

The authority of priests and heavenly monarchs is cut off from the sovereign authority of gods. For example, the authority of the headless **** is infinite, and the night and the command of life respectively control the ‘time’ and the ‘fate’ that make up the ‘infinite’.

But the Lord God obviously spoiled her and loved her, and gave her two powers to her alone.

The gods at that time were not yet indifferent containers of authority. They also had seven emotions and six desires, and had all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows and joys of a mortal. She was the minister of the gods and his wife. When they fell in love, the whole world of Luanfeng was They are upside down.

And the face of the Lord of God...Even after thousands of generations, even if it turned into ashes, she would recognize it—hey, it turns out that the story of her and Ning Changjiu had been born in earlier years than history. It is doomed, no wonder when I first saw this in this life, I felt so familiar.

At that time, he was still wearing the crown of an emperor, and between his gentle smile, there was the majesty of the emperor over the world...Well, he looked like a human.

And she often wears a gold skirt with a lot of birds and flowers, slowly pressing the graceful and graceful body on his body, like a colorful bird.

Hey...If the woman in the golden skirt didn't look so much like herself, she really couldn't admit that she was herself. In short...this shameful scene must never be seen by Ning Changjiu, or else he would really be unable to look up in the future.

She was not called Zhao Xianger at the time.

Ning Changjiu called her "Xihe".

She is the vice-prince of the kingdom of God, also known as the female xiang or sanxiang.

At that time, I seemed to be very leisurely, so I exhausted everything to create my own beauty. The skirt on her slender waist was cut from the moonlight, and the star embellishment on her golden red dress was a corner of the Milky Way. Her thin, curled lips were also glowing with lustrous brilliance.

The long hair that should have been dark is also dominated by gold, and it changes to different colors with the sun and moon. From different angles, the colors you see are also different...

At this time, Zhao Xianger, who only wears a white dress and a black dress, finds it difficult to understand the aesthetics of the previous life. In her eyes, this gorgeousness is a bit flashy.

But that temperament really has the feeling of being a goddess in the world.

At that time, the people in the world were not yet civilized, they were still slashed and burned, slashing and drinking, and the kingdom of God was high in the sky, not restricted by the rules of the world, and could come and go at will.

Ning Chang, named'Dijun', often becomes a variety of different identities when he has nothing to do for a long time, travels around the world, and opens up the wisdom of the people. That is the countless disciples under his seat. When giving lectures, wild foxes and wild birds often come to listen to the lectures, motionless and intoxicated.

People respect him as holy.

The seventh **** is also befriended by him. The two often travel the world together, see some new and novel beautiful scenery, and discuss the meaning of creating creatures and all things.

His Royal Highness Xihe at the time had a hard time understanding this. She could not appreciate the fun of the world-all the rare and great beauty in the world can be seen in the kingdom of the sun god, and the world is just made of some sand and rubble. The things piled up by flowing water and vegetation are the same, even the human race closest to them is full of ugliness.

There are worms everywhere, and people guess that in such a land, she is a goddess, and she doesn't want to set foot.

At first, she had no opinion on Ning Changjiu’s hobbies. Later, Ning Changjiu was even more diligent about the human world, creating the first way of cultivation. At that time, she felt a sense of crisis, for fear that these mortals would go straight up and have Power on par with them.

But she didn't care too much. When Ning Changjiu chatted with her about this matter, she still found it interesting.

Ning Changjiu went to the world to accompany her, and he dug a Tianchi in a snow-capped mountain for her to bathe in. The water in the Tianchi is from the sky, pure and flawless.

But she still shirks in every possible way, unwilling to leave the kingdom of God.

Ning Changjiu did not force it.

I don’t know how long time has passed.

Zhao Xianger felt that something was wrong more and more.

If she is only traveling the world, she will naturally have nothing to say, but... why does she always bring back women?

Although this woman is still a mortal body, she is beautiful, a blue dress like a soft mirror, like the **** of a lake.

"This is Luoshen, one of my disciples." Wearing an emperor's crown, Ning Changjiu calmly introduced.

Later, not only humans, but every hundred years or so, he would bring back a woman. Later, even the fox demon would go home!

Although Zhao Xianger can be regarded as a bystander in the dream at this moment, she still hates this scene.

Okay, after so many years, you really have not forgotten your original intention, there is a beginning and an end...

At the time, Xi He was really a gentle wife and female face. For these, she didn't care too much, but there was a bottom line-not allowed to go to the moon palace! Ning Changjiu smiled and agreed. He even boasted that he had brought back one in a few hundred years. He was very restrained, which showed his loyalty.

This stubborn smile... is really unchanged for thousands of years.

Zhao Xianger geared up in a dream, trying to tear up that deceptive mouth.

Such days lasted for a long time.

Under the joint efforts of him and the Seventh God, the world is becoming more and more prosperous. People have begun to learn to make things, use tools, weave clothes, and make many things like spicules and knives. Criticists came into being. They have a special meaning to this world, so their realm is also surprisingly high. The ancient gods who survived the prehistoric times have the power to fight.

But then, the peace was broken.

Under the golden kingdom of God, meteors pierced the night sky.

This is the scene Zhao Xianger saw in his dream a few days ago.

She now understands that these successive stars symbolize: gold, wood, water, wood and earth. It is now the Six Gods of Taichu.

The candle dragon, the symbol of fire, was the first to arrive, and then the gods returned to their thrones one after another.

Xi He doesn't care too much about this.

She already knew that the few stars far away have long coveted the unique aura of the world, and they don't want to be deserted for a long time, they also want to have their own lives.

So all the big stars gave birth to consciousness, came all the way, and turned into predators.

But the strength of the gods in the world is related to the distance of the home planet.

The Seventh God, Emperor Jun, and the Great God Chang Xi of the Moon Palace are the guardians of the mother planet.

Chang Xi is the mother of the moon, and she has the deepest love in the world. She did not hesitate to go to the world. Ning Changjiu originally wanted to go, but Xihe was selfish and afraid that he would fight side by side with Chang Xi. For him, just say how powerful the Lord Chang Xi is, and the six gods are definitely not the enemy of one unity.

After that, Chang Xi fell into a deadly battle.

The Moon Palace and the Sun God Kingdom’s lips are dead and teeth are cold.

Ning Changjiu didn't hesitate to persuade him to save him, Xihe put down his harsh words and said that he would dare to go, then even if he died in the world, she would not look for him.

Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a long time...If the self at this moment had already been killed by a lonely sword, how could he be squeezed for the emotions and desires, um...Sure enough, many diseases are accustomed to pampering.

Zhao Xianger feels that she should draw a clear line with this woman. She doesn't want to admit anything except beauty.

The years that followed were magnificent.

This war is worse than imagined.

Ning Changjiu's true **** descended from heaven, and one person, Lien Chan, the Six Gods of Taichu, rescued Chang Xi, who was seriously injured and dying. At that time, Chang Xi was already dead in the eyes of Liushen, and the one Ning Changjiu took back was almost a corpse. He passed by Xihe's side, Xihe hesitated to speak again, and watched him carry the beautiful moon-robed woman into the hall.

Later, he didn't know what means he used to rescue Chang Xi, but Chang Xi was chopped off at the root, and the connection with the Moon Palace was broken. Before he left with Chang Xi, the order of the world had been broken. The first group of ascetics established Xian Ting, and the gods were appointed to their thrones, possessing the power to fight against the six gods in the early days.

At that time, the seventh **** united Xian Ting and the six gods of the early days to fight, robbing the world's dominance.

After Ning Changjiu and Moon God recovered their strength, they planned to go to the world again.

The Moon Palace is already a land of no owner, it is difficult to maintain, but the Sun Nation still needs someone to guard, so Xihe must stay.

But the change has happened again.

An indescribable darkness enveloped.

That's a horror that is difficult to assess.

No one knows what it is, but just watched the sky that spread to the mother star like a dark plague.

They could have taken care of themselves outside the world.

But Ning Changjiu still decided to go. His disciples are still in the world, and he loves the world too. He doesn't want it to become a desolate place where the spirit is lost and cannot be illuminated by his own glory.

At this moment, the world cannot be reached directly. They can only transform into two spirits, establish a bond, quietly cross the darkness, reach the sea of ​​reincarnation, reincarnated as human beings, and then restore their divinity and save the common people—— This is also later, their second life.

But this move is dangerous, and Xi He disagrees anyway.

He had a big quarrel with Xi He.

Chang Xi, wearing a moon gown, stood outside the temple, listening to the noise and crying in the temple, waiting quietly with her face down.

In the end, Xihe was persuaded by him. She was willing to wait here, and wait for him to regain his divinity, to contact herself, to unite inside and out, to kill the invaders. To this end, he and Chang Xi also forged eighty-one fairy swords. , Gave it to her.

This is the end of their first life.

Zhao Xianger looked at the crying woman on the **** seat. Although she did not agree with her various choices, her heart still spanned more than three thousand years, and she gave birth to infinite pity.

Suddenly, she found that she was no longer a bystander, but on the throne. She watched the man take off the crown, a white robe, a lonely woman.

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In his sleep, Ning Changjiu also saw the same scene as Zhao Xianger.

He realized that he had fallen into a dream again.

I am more aware that this is the supernatural power of the master.

He witnessed this ancient epic in his dream.

Is this the self in the first life?

Ning Chang looked at the emperor's crown for a long time, but he still had some youthful temperament, and he felt that he had his own style.

And Xianger...No, maybe Xihe should be called.

Well, Xiang'er in the first life is so cute, how come he has become so arrogant now?

He watched Zhao Xianger's training in his previous life so that he didn't dare to say a word. He only knew that the crying himself was convinced, thinking that he was not as good as a lifetime, and now Zhao Xianger dared to ride himself and beat himself. , It is true that the wife's heart is not old, and the husband's Gang collapsed, what kind of style.

A scene flashed before my eyes.

It's time for parting.

That was the end of his first life.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer a bystander. He stood in the hall, and a slight sob sounded behind him. He slowly turned his head, and the woman in the golden dress and Hua Chang sat on the seat of God with tears in her eyes. Looking at himself whirlingly.

"Ning Changjiu!" The woman's soft and feeble gaze suddenly changed, and she was suddenly radiant.

Ning Changjiu was startled, and tentatively said: "Xiang...Xiang'er?"

Zhao Xianger has a feeling of nightmares and sweet dreams coming together.

"Have you seen it?" Zhao Xianger asked.

Ning Changjiu hesitated and said: "Do you think...should I see it?"

Zhao Xianger got rid of the cumbersome colorful dress, and walked down from the **** seat wearing only a single moon white shirt, and said: "You are going to run away with other women, and asked me if I saw it?"

Ning Changjiu decisively said: "This is what Emperor Jun did. Why do you Ning Changjiu do with me?!"

Zhao Xianger agrees with this: "Then I lost to Huanghe Dragon Sparrow or something, but Xihe is too weak and it has nothing to do with me!"

Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised: "The Wild River Dragon Sparrow? Suzaku killed you?"

"..." Zhao Xianger suddenly remembered that Ning Changjiu didn't know about this. She had a feeling of revealing her shortness by herself, and she became even more angry. She reached out to pull Ning Changjiu's ears, and said: "Okay, Di Jun is not off. What about you, what about Lu marrying and Si Ming? Huh?"

Ning Changjiu is irrefutable.

Zhao Xianger's arms crossed her chest, and asked: "You are so good, the sun **** was born, why is it so impure?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said seriously: "Maybe the sun is not a pure thing."

Zhao Xianger said: "Shao and I play mystery, I am not Xiaoling...Oh, when it comes to Xiaoling, how do you explain the matter of eternal union?"

Ning Changjiu felt the girl's gaze like a knife, stretched out his finger, and lit a pure light, and said: "Look at Xianger."

"Huh? What are you looking at? I want to shift the focus again?" Zhao Xianger asked curiously.

Ning Changjiu took out a triangular transparent prism from nowhere and placed it in front. The light passed through the prism, leaving a rainbow-like color on the wall.

Ning Changjiu said: "You see, the seemingly bright and pure light, in fact, contains colorful colors...The essence of the sun **** is such, no wonder I am."

Zhao Xianger stared at Ning Changjiu coldly.

Ning Changjiu felt the girl's murderous aura, bit the bullet and said: "Don't believe it, Xianger, this is not an illusion. The rainbow we see on weekdays is proof..."

Zhao Xianger smiled murderously: "The rainbow seven colors, which one do you prefer?"

Ning Changjiu froze, and the girl rushed on with her teeth and claws.

In the temple, the two scuffled together, and the boy's cries for help sounded intermittently.

The moon-robed woman listened to the sound from inside outside the door, and waited quietly.

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"Wait for me to find you."

Finally, Zhao Xiang'er's lips were gently separated from Ning Changjiu's.

The girl said softly.

The two of them were undressed, their eyes blurred.

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The breeze blew across the garden tree, blowing the petals, plucking the fragrance and dreaming.

Ning Changjiu slowly regained consciousness.

He was lying in a familiar room—that was his previous residence.

I don't know how long time has passed.

He gradually adapted to the light filtering through his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

The smell of medicine is tangy.

He turned his head slightly and saw a silver-haired and black robe facing him from the back.

Ning Changjiu's heart shook suddenly.

"Snow... porcelain?"

He called to each other softly and held his breath for fear of breaking this beauty.

The woman slapped the stove and stopped.

How quiet time is.

Si Ming slowly turned his head, there was no frost in his eyes, only the faint light of water.

Ning Changjiu looked at her quietly, as if seeing a bright moon in the water.

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(About the identity of the protagonist group, in fact, many people have guessed it, and the readers are so cute! By the way, to make a statement, the mythological system in the kingdom of God is just borrowed by a name, and it has almost nothing to do with ancient Chinese myths. Most of them need to be magically modified according to the plot!)

(Thanks to the heroes of the book friend Fmzzz for the reward~Thank you for your support~)