Chapter 966: Winter is finally here, and it turns into light and disappears
There is a lot to see in this world, but not so much, depending on where you are in the world.
He met the Master of Xuanmen in the Western Regions.
The Lord of Xuanmen bowed in front of him, because he was his descendant. Luo Su stayed in Xuanmen, he flipped through the scriptures and annotations, then smiled and pointed to the west.
He said: "The new moon is coming, and Xuanmen will bear the brunt. Pray, pray to Su Wang, add flames to the sharp blades, and protect Su Wang's people. This is the responsibility of Xuanmen."
Here, he climbed the mountain and met the temple army. When the temple army saw him, it was like meeting the real God. In the shocked eyes of countless temple priests, they surrendered before him.
The priests knew who this was.
Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty.
Ancestor of the Luo family.
He was a distinguished guest and elder of the Holy See, so no one was surprised or dissatisfied by his appearance in the temple.
But why is the Temple Army like this?
Even when facing the Holy See, the Temple Army is no more than this.
The Holy See is the representative of the Su King in the human world.
If someone didn’t know, they would think that the Tang Dynasty’s Imperial Master was the agent.
Luo Su finally left here.
Before leaving, he stroked the magic staff of the Xuanmen Temple for a moment. The magic staff was made of gold and gems, and there was a bright glow on the staff.
Luo Su came to Karakorum.
He came here to meet someone, Li Ke.
Prince Yan Li Ke never thought that he would have the chance to meet Luo Su again in this life.
He never thought that the National Master would take the initiative to come and see him while traveling.
He was extremely terrified, but he kept wondering in his heart, why did the Imperial Master come to see him?
The first thing Luo Su said when he saw him was, "You are really going to die."
If an ordinary person dared to say this in front of him, he would be dragged out and hacked to death immediately.
But facing Luo Su, Li Ke was helpless, "My health is indeed not good, I am probably really going to die, I didn't expect to see the Imperial Master before I die."
Luo Su said seriously: "You should have died a long time ago. I changed your fate. I am leaving, and your life will also come to an end."
Li Ke was shocked. He didn't understand what the national master meant, but he vaguely understood that the national master had indeed changed his destiny.
Luo Su came here and proved his guess.
He looked to the west. Li Chengqian would probably die too after he disappeared from this world.
"Master, I have been doing what you told me to do all these years."
Li Ke said this.
"I know that you are the smartest prince of Emperor Taizong, so you can come here."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Li Ke's eyes, "Master, will my descendants be able to remain rich and prosperous forever?"
Luo Su looked at him calmly, "A family that accumulates good deeds will surely have good fortune, and a minister with meritorious service will surely be protected.
The more merit you have, the more reward you will receive.
Whether your descendants can remain rich and prosperous does not depend on me, but on how they view and treat the world. "
It is true.
Li Ke nodded and sighed slightly. There was no such thing as eternal wealth in this world. Perhaps only the Luo family could do it.
Only a family that has never had a rebellious son can do this.
How could I be so blessed?
Luo Su left Kharakorum like this. He walked and walked, moving forward amid the long neighing of the horse.
When I walked to the desolate grassland, there was a strong wind and yellow sand sweeping across the Gobi Desert, and a big sun was hanging in the sky.
Walking into the starry sky, the thousands of bright stars dim and shine, and the sunset and the rising moon eventually become dim.
As spring turns to autumn and the summer turns to winter, the wind and snow in the hot summer and cold winter blow between people's eyebrows and condense into mountains.
When you reach the point where mountains and rivers are connected and there are grotesque rocks and towering trees, the mountain king runs in all directions and stops, and occasionally there is the cry of a Gaker Falcon in the river.
The roof of the carriage that had been repaired in Kharakorum was covered with dust, and there were many scratches on the four sides of the carriage.
The wheels, which were not covered with rubber, were already scratched by the bumps and seemed like they would fall apart at any time.
Luo Su lifted the car curtain and walked out. There was no fatigue in his eyes, his clothes were spotless, his breath was even and long, his hair was neatly combed, and his hands were still slender.
He was still wrapped in mist.
His figure was in the clouds.
Winterfell was right before his eyes, where he was born.
The blue-gray city is built against the mountain, stretching endlessly. The towering city walls are built from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain. It is magnificent and full of calm and majestic atmosphere, just like a giant beast lying in wait, ready to devour its prey.
Luo Su looked at it and suddenly let out a breath.
This is a breath of foul air.
As he breathed this breath, his whole demeanor changed instantly. In his script, he was standing on the footboard of the carriage, but at this moment, if someone looked closely, they would see that his feet were not touching the ground.
There are two kinds of air, clear and turbid, between heaven and earth. Luo Su was born with them, so he is not a human. When the turbid air is gone, only clear air remains. Without clear air, there can be no human, and with only clear air, one cannot live in the human world. The clear air will take Luo Su away from this world.
When Luo Su exhaled the foul air here, he chose his own future.
Accompanied by the deafening roars of tigers and cries from the sky, some people who stayed behind in Winter City came out. When they saw Luo Su, they were shocked at first, then delighted, and finally sad.
The ancestor returned to Winterfell.
On the day Luo Su was born, Luo Shi understood what this meant.
Luo Su did not walk either, but floated out directly from the carriage. Everyone in the city watched as the old man landed lightly on the city wall and then entered the city.
Luo Su had been away from here for dozens or even hundreds of years, but Winter City had not changed much. The slight weathering on the stones gave it a unique charm. For a city built almost entirely of stone, it would probably take a thousand years for noticeable deformation to appear.
Luo Su went up the mountain.
The real Winter City is on the mountain, and the ancestral temple of the Luo family is also on the mountain. Luo Su was also born there.
A group of people followed behind him, and everyone was trying their best to keep their voices down and be cautious.
But Luo Su was too fast. He didn't need to walk like the others. When the breeze blew, he rode the wind, as light as a feather.
So Luo Su disappeared in front of everyone.
When they walked up the mountain, they saw Luo Su sitting in a yard. The door of the yard was open. That was the ancestral temple.
According to legend, our ancestor was born there and walked out of the light.
Luo Su sat on the rocking chair in the middle of the yard, rocking back and forth, looking very leisurely.
A group of people walked into the yard and then knelt on the ground. Hundreds of people rose and fell like the tide.
Luo Su narrowed his eyes slightly. It was like this when he was born. Like a tide, countless people knelt here. When he left, it was still like this. The world is really a big dream, and the cycle of reincarnation never stops.
"I'm going back to King Su."
This was Luo Su’s first sentence.
There was some commotion in the courtyard, but no one spoke. However, there were sounds of sobbing.
"Don't feel bad about it."
Luo Su did not have any special emotions, but just a little sigh, "People have changed, and the people I saw when I was born are no longer here. I have traveled around the world and have almost said everything I should say.
Winter City is the refuge of my Luo family. I have nothing to say about what should happen in the future.
Don't let the ancestral temple be covered in dust.
Don't let the city fall into ruin.
That’s enough.”
Luo Su's voice was indifferent. Winter City was indeed like that. There was nothing worth maintaining.
"I will follow the orders of our ancestors."
Luo Su thought he had nothing to say, and there was still some time before he left. "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask here."
This is probably a kind of teaching.
Even many of the Luo family's disciples have never seen Luo Su, so it is quite difficult to have such a close contact opportunity.
Everyone sat around Luo Su. The scene was quite similar to that of a teacher sitting at the top and disciples surrounding him for advice. During the Bang Zhou period, this kind of scene was common when sages taught their disciples.
The refreshing breeze blew past, carrying the moisture from the Songhua River.
The green and slightly yellow branches swayed in the wind.
Luo Su sat under a tree and told stories about mountains, rivers and stars.
His voice was neither hurried nor slow.
"Ancestor."
A clear and pleasant voice appeared in Luo Su's mind.
So he stopped lecturing.
Everyone looked at him. He raised his head and looked up at Qingming, and seemed to see Ji Lingjun.
"Xiao Lingjun, is my time up?"
Everyone lowered their heads upon hearing this, their bodies trembling slightly.
Ji Lingjun's voice sounded again, "Old Ancestor, your time is up, it's time to return to the Void Heaven."
Luo Su let out a sigh of relief, then leaned heavily back in the rocking chair.
Everyone sitting around Luo Su couldn't help but cover their eyes, because the light was too bright, just like the sun.
Countless white lights emanated from Luo Su's body, the white mixed with gold, carrying a sacred and cold taste, warm and solemn. The white light shot straight into the sky from Luo Su's body, forming a white column of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.
The star-like halos emitted by the white beam of light were bright enough to be impossible to look directly at.
Losu is in the light.
He was still half lying down, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he had not seen anything in front of him. He stretched lazily.
Starting from the hair, the whole person gradually turned into the platinum light and merged into every point of light.
Everyone around Luo Su was so shocked that they were almost speechless and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
The strange sight of a white rainbow piercing the sun shocked countless people.
In the distant Liaodong.
No one knew what was happening, but some people could sense it.
Luoyang.
Wu Zhao, who was holding a court meeting in the court, was shocked by the sudden appearance of a dazzling beam of light, and all the cars in the court were shocked.
Before she could react, Wu Zhao had already rushed down from the throne and ran out of the palace, looking towards the northeast. The empress who ruled the world seemed to have returned to her teenage years. She trembled with fear and stammered as she asked Luo Junwei who came to her side, "Wei...Weiwei.
That……
What is that...huh?"
Almost everyone turned their eyes to Luo Junwei. In this world, if there was one miraculous thing that no one knew about, then only the head of the Luo family knew it.
Then they saw Luo Junwei also opened her mouth wide, with an expression of surprise and shock on her face.
Doesn’t Luo Junwei know either?
This emotion has not yet appeared and occupied my mind.
The next moment, Luo Junwei knelt on the ground.
"Luo Junwei, congratulations to our ancestor on his ascension to heaven!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhao felt dizzy and ascended to heaven!
She was completely limp, with an expression of disbelief on her face, as if she had heard a myth, "Weiwei, you said..."
She was halfway through her words when she suddenly realized that Luo Junwei would never lie to her.
Wu Zhao shouted loudly, "All the ministers respectfully send the Imperial Master to heaven!"
She is standing.
The voice spread all around, and the ministers knelt down outside the Tianshou Palace like a tide, facing the pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and said, "We respectfully send the Imperial Master to heaven!"
The sounds spread farther and echoed throughout the huge palace.
Not only in the palace, but outside the palace, countless people had already knelt on the ground in horror and kowtowed continuously. Even though they didn't know what was happening, who wouldn't be shocked by such a sacred sight?
The vast land is filled with people lying on the ground.
God comes to the city.
This place is thousands of miles away from the bitter winter, but the beam of light seems to be right in front of you. This is the case in the Tang Dynasty, let alone a place like the Western Regions. The bell of Xuanmen is ringing, one after another, and the people who listen are in a hurry.
The streets are covered with loess and mud.
People bending over to work in the fields.
The herdsmen drove their horses back to God's presence.
A priest preaching to the believers.
Countless people stopped what they were doing.
Countless people have gathered in the square of Xuanmen Temple, and songs praising the emperor are resounding here.
"The ancestor has ascended to heaven!"
"Yes, the ancestor has ascended to heaven."
The sky is changing.
After a long time, the beam of light gradually dissipated and disappeared from the world. The azure blue sky appeared before everyone, just as they had seen every day in the past.
The scene just now seemed to be an illusion.
But no one will forget.
On this day, a strange phenomenon of a white rainbow piercing the sun appeared.
Above the nine heavens, there is the realm of nothingness.
Bright peach petals fell, and the fragrance was refreshing. Ji Lingjun was wearing a red dress and a gilded long skirt, with skin as white as cherry snow. She bowed slightly and said, "Welcome the ancestor, return to the void heaven."
"Xiao Lingjun, long time no see."
Ji Lingjun was all smiles. This time when Luo Su woke up, she would not go to Valhalla again, just like when she was awakened by Ji Zhao to take over Bang Zhou's Phoenix destiny, she never slept in Valhalla again.
From now on, Luo Su will be able to move freely in the heaven like her, or perhaps he will choose to sleep in this vast peach forest.
Luo Su looked around.
The world has changed a lot, but it remains the same here.
Perhaps the only difference is that as the luck points increase, the peach forest here becomes larger, stretching endlessly with no end in sight.
Looking at the Hall of Heroes looming on the mountaintop, between the peach trees, he sighed with deep emotion, "The decades in the human world are like a dream and an illusion."
A petal of peach blossom fell from the tree above his head and covered his phoenix feather-shaped holy mark.
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His benevolence is like heaven, his knowledge is like god, he is like the sun when approached, like clouds when viewed from afar, he is rich but not arrogant, noble but not comfortable, he intimidates the four barbarians, is friendly to the Xia people, respects the emperor, and glorifies the king. - "Praise of the Temple of the Holy One"
(End of this chapter)
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