The grass discovered the portrait of the past
Fu Changhuan noticed that his face looked strange and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment, then covered his heart with his hands. He said honestly, "I don't know why, my heart was beating so fast just now."
Fu Changhuan saw that his eyes were much deeper. In the thick night, his gaze was as deep as ink, and condensed in it was a fog that Jian Zhen could not see clearly and could not dissolve.
Jian Zhen hesitated and said, "Xianzun, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Changhuan suddenly came back to his senses. He shook his head slightly and asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Jian Zhen lowered her hand from her chest and said, "No more."
It's just still a little strange.
Fu Changhuan said, "Your mind is unstable now, so it's normal to feel flustered occasionally. It seems that you should go to Wenjuntai tomorrow."
Jian Zhen asked him, "What kind of place is Wenjuntai?"
Fu Changhuan walked to the cloud silk couch near the window and sat down. Even though he was only wearing his inner clothes, his posture was still elegant, his black hair draped behind him, and his face was calm as he said, "That is the Transformation Platform when our master died. Our master is the god of all things, in charge of the growth of plants and the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers. After his death, the Wenjun Platform became a holy place for the immortals."
Jian Zhen said, "Can gods die too?"
In his subconscious, since he has become a god, he is immortal.
Fu Changhuan looked up at him and said, "Gods will not die, but they will have calamities. If they fail to overcome the calamity, they will have the chance to fall."
The figure of Ye Jisheng suddenly appeared in Jian Zhen's mind. If gods can die and gods can also suffer disasters, then doesn't it mean that Ye Jisheng is also in danger?
Now that I thought of it.
Jian Zhen asked seriously, "Immortal Venerable, is it easy for a god to survive the catastrophe?"
Fu Changhuan smiled and said, "Every time you survive a catastrophe, your divine power will increase. But since it is a heavenly tribulation, how can it be easy?"
Jian Zhen asked naturally, "Did Jisheng survive the disaster that night?"
Fu Changhuan paused, but did not deny it: "Yes, if I am not mistaken, Ye Jisheng had already survived the catastrophe when he passed the Spiritual Transformation Stage tens of millions of years ago."
Jian Zhen analyzed it himself: "His calamity, is it the Conferred God Formation?"
According to the rumors in the Three Realms and what everyone said, it was the Great God-Sealing Array of Wanmie Mountain that sealed his power, so the calamity must have been caused by this array as well.
Fu Changhuan did not nod immediately. He said, "For everyone, the fate is different."
Jane was really confused: "Huh?"
Fu Changhuan looked at the well-behaved young man sitting on the chair under the light, and whispered: "Everyone's tribulation, in addition to the life and death tribulation of the sky thunder array, the heart tribulation is also the most difficult. Therefore, most of the disciples of the immortal clan practice the ruthless way. Only by abandoning all distractions and fetters in their hearts can they overcome the heart tribulation and gain powerful strength."
Jian Zhen asked: "Is the Immortal Venerable a ruthless person?"
Fu Changhuan paused, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Jian Zhen smiled and said, "You really don't look like the Immortal Lord."
If other people heard this, they would naturally think it was alarmist.
Within the Three Realms, if the Demon Lord is the representative of being suspicious and always going crazy, then the Immortal Lord is the representative of being ruthless and desireless.
The leader of the righteous path, pure and elegant, like the moon and the dust.
Fu Changhuan lowered his head and looked at him, a faint smile appeared on his cold face. He said, "I used to practice the way of ruthlessness, but now it is no longer the case."
Jian Zhen was stunned: "Why?"
Fu Changhuan's smile faded, but he was calm and frank. He said, "Maybe it's because I'm not suitable."
Jian really didn't understand and didn't comprehend why she could practice it before but couldn't practice it now. Is it possible to change the way of practicing the ruthless way in the middle? She didn't expect it to be so humane.
A little boy came in from outside: "Immortal, your clothes."
Fu Changhuan said, "Bring it here."
The little boy placed the clean robe beside the couch and left. Fu Changhuan went outside the screen to change clothes, and Jian Zhen drank the jade dew obediently by herself. The biggest thing in the world is her stomach.
I felt a little sleepy after drinking.
Jane really yawned quietly.
Fu Changhuan came out from behind and looked at him and said, "Since you are tired, you should rest early. I will be in the main hall next door. Call me if you need anything."
Jian Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you, Immortal Venerable."
Fu Changhuan said to him, "Are you thanking me again?"
Jian Zhen covered her lips and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I won't say it anymore in the future."
Fu Changhuan then nodded, spoke, and walked away.
Suddenly, Jian Zhen was the only one left in the hall. It was snowing outside and the room was quiet. It was really a little bit uncomfortable to be like this all of a sudden. Jian Zhen lay on the couch, looking at the hall on the roof. He suddenly missed his soft cloud bed, the occasional bird calls outside the Demon Hall, and the person who always told him horror bedtime stories.
If Ye Jisheng knew about this, he would probably laugh at him again.
Jane was thinking about all sorts of things and she felt so sleepy that she fell asleep in a daze.
Day 2
When I woke up from my sleep, it was already bright outside.
He did not sleep very well that night. He had another dream. In the dream, he saw a young man wearing the robe of an immortal disciple, kneeling in the snow, begging for someone. He was covered with snow and looked depressed and pitiful.
Then Jian Zhen was also woken up by the cold.
The moment he woke up, he was still a little dazed and had not completely woken up from his sleep.
The temperature in the house was not that cold because of the formation. Jian Zhen rubbed his eyes, looked at the sun that was slowly rising outside, and his thoughts slowly returned to him.
Get up from the bed.
Jane Zhen put on her clothes and walked out into the yard.
The little boy put down his broom when he saw him and said, "Your Excellency is awake. Can you use the nectar on the table?"
Jane really replied, "I have used it."
The boy bowed and said, "The Immortal Master told you that if you wake up, you can go to the main hall to find him. He will take you to the Questioning Monarch Platform today."
Jian Zhen: "Okay, thank you."
He had corrected the boy's address yesterday, but the other party didn't seem to have any intention of crossing the line, so he didn't force it.
Jian Zhen walked slowly through the corridor and finally found the main hall of Wangyou Palace. When she entered, she saw Fu Changhuan sitting in front of a pearwood table with several folded books piled on it.
When Fu Changhuan saw him come in, he put down the folded page and asked, "Awake?"
Jane really nodded.
Fu Changhuan stood up and said, "Let's go."
Jian Zhen followed him outside, thinking that Wenjuntai should not be far away, but Fu Changhuan's crane stayed not far away. The two of them sat on the crane and headed for Lingshan. When they passed the forbidden seal, they could only feel a wave, as soft as water light passing over their bodies.
When entering the front, heavy snow covers the entire mountain.
The terrain is so covered in snow that you can't see it clearly. All you can see is a vast expanse of white.
Fu Changhuan said: "This is the Questioning Platform."
Jian Zhen said, "Why is it so desolate here?"
"Our ancestor died here. The plants and trees here have been tainted by his power and are no longer affected by any formation. Except for our master, no one will wake up again." Fu Changhuan said, "Let's go."
Jane Zhen followed him and slowly walked up the stairs.
When he was at the highest point, Fu Changhuan waved his hand, and all the winds between heaven and earth seemed to gather around him. The snowflakes on the stage were blown away, revealing the original ground. The ground engraved with ancient patterns suddenly revealed golden light.
Fu Changhuan's hair fluttered, his back straightened, he glanced at Jian Zhen and said, "Stand in the middle."
Jian Zhen nodded obediently and walked over.
When he stepped onto the Wenjun Terrace, everything around him seemed to become quiet in an instant, even the wind was cut off. The golden light slowly wrapped around his whole body from the soles of his feet. The light of the Wenjun Terrace shot up into the sky, and with it, it seemed as if countless voices rang in Jian Zhen's ears. Those voices came from the ethereal sky and fell like a shadow:
"Wusheng, this name doesn't sound good."
"No one dares to bully you while I'm here."
"Your eyes are so beautiful, like gemstones."
Step after step.
All kinds of noisy sounds from the distant sky entered Jian Zhen's ears.
"My senior brother is amazing. He will definitely cure my illness."
"Then it's a deal. When I get better, you'll come pick me up."
"I still have a lot to say to you."
"If there is an afterlife... I think..."
Countless voices poured in almost instantly. Jian Zhen had a splitting headache. It seemed as if his soul was being repeatedly pulled, broken and reassembled, like a sharp hammer falling on his heart. He almost fainted from the pain.
Just when I was in so much pain.
suddenly--
Suddenly, the world became quiet. The sounds and pain disappeared.
Jian Zhen was breathing heavily, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing at the very edge of the Wenjun Terrace. The figure was wearing a golden robe and looked holy and tall. The midday sun fell on him, like a god descending.
Inexplicable.
Jian Zhen fell to his knees after losing his strength. He looked up at the person in the distance.
Hear some noise.
The man at the edge of the cliff slowly turned around. Against the light, Jian Zhen couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a hunch that the other person had no ill will towards him, but instead had a gentle and friendly kindness.
A quiet voice fell: "Long time no see."
Jane was really stunned.
The man smiled and said, "Is this world fun? Did it make you happy?"
Jian Zhen was a little confused and asked, "Who are you?"
"Me?" The man in the golden robe smiled and said, "I can barely be considered an old friend of yours."
Jian Zhen subconsciously said: "But I don't seem to know you."
The corners of the golden-robed man's clothes were blown up by the mountain wind. His voice was distant but meaningful: "In this world, some people may seem to be new acquaintances, but they may have been close friends for a long time. Some people may live together day and night, but they are still thousands of miles apart. How can you be sure that you don't know me?"
Jian Zhen said: "Then why, I don't have any impression of you."
The man in the golden robe smiled and said, "You can't remember it, maybe because it's not an important thing. But important things will be remembered no matter how long it has been."
Jane really only has a half-understanding.
The man in the golden robe didn't seem to want to say more. He asked, "There seems to be something wrong with your body?"
Jian Zhen nodded gently: "Well, my mind is unstable."
The man in the golden robe wanted to get closer, and the red light on Jian Zhen's wrist was faintly visible. He paused, chuckled and said, "It's time, it's fate, is it really him?"
Jane was really confused: "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing." The man in the golden robe raised his hand, and a beam of green light fell into Jian Zhen's brow from afar. He said, "Close your eyes."
Jian Zhen only felt the cool and gentle breeze entering his body, making him feel much more relaxed. His hands and feet, which had been a little cold before, also warmed up a lot, and he felt comfortable both inside and out.
When I opened my eyes again.
The figure of the man in the golden robe had faded. He smiled and said, "It's getting better."
Jian Zhen quickly said, "Thank you, senior."
The man in the golden robe waved his hand: "This is just a remnant of my soul. You and I once had a connection. It is God's will that we meet again. No need to thank me."
Jian Zhen looked at his disappearing figure and asked, "Senior, could you please leave your name?"
Soft laughter fell all around.
The man in the golden robe said, "You will remember it when the time comes. Now that you have entered the world, why not enjoy the present moment? After all, this is what you begged me for..."
The voice faded away before the words were finished.
Jian Zhen didn't hear it all, and when she was about to ask again, the light around her suddenly became brighter and spread out like a puff of smoke.
The snow and ice on the mountain peaks are melting.
Green spiritual energy echoed between heaven and earth, with the people in the center of Wenjuntai as a circle. Green plants gently sprouted branches from the ground, as if the sun finally fell on this land after tens of millions of years.
"Junior brother!"
Jian Zhen heard someone shouting something, looked up in a daze, and saw a white figure rushing towards her.
Fu Changhuan grasped his arm tightly and asked, "Are you okay?"
Jian Zhen's heart slowly calmed down. He shook his head, then looked down at the Immortal Master and said, "Master Immortal Master, did you just shout at me?"
Fu Changhuan paused for a moment before he smiled softly and said, "I want to ask you if there is anything I can do for you."
Jian Zhen replied: "When I first entered the formation, I heard a lot of noisy words, and then I felt very painful. Then I met a person who gave me some spiritual power, and now I don't feel any pain."
Fu Changhuan asked, "The person you met was wearing a golden robe, very tall and kind?"
Jian Zhen was surprised: "Brother knows?"
"Hmm." Fu Changhuan looked at the blooming plants around him and said, "That person might be the ancestor of our immortal race, the god of plants and trees."
Jian Zhen couldn't help but ask: "Why would he help me?"
Fu Changhuan's eyebrows softened a lot, and he said, "Perhaps you and the master are destined to be together."
Jian Zhen also remembered that the man had mentioned something about fate, so she no longer had any doubts. After all, many people in this world had very strange tempers, and there was no point in pursuing the issue.
Fu Changhuan helped him up and said, "I'll take you back to rest."
Jane was indeed a little tired.
After experiencing such a scene, Xiaocao, exhausted both physically and mentally, did not refuse the Immortal Lord's kindness. He returned to the Forget-Your-Sorrow Palace and went to bed directly.
I slept for a long time.
When I woke up again, it seemed as if several days and nights had passed in the mountains.
When Jian Zhen got down from the couch again, the boy who was sweeping outside said, "The distinguished guest has finally woken up."
Jian Zhen asked, "How long have I slept?"
The child replied, "Five days."
Jane really didn't expect that she could sleep so long.
Just thinking about it.
The gate of the courtyard not far away opened, and Fu Changhuan appeared. The man looked over and saw Jian Zhen standing in the courtyard. He was delighted and asked, "Awake?"
Jane really nodded obediently and said, "Yeah."
Fu Changhuan stepped over and asked, "You've been lying down for so long, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's nothing." Jian Zhen stretched his muscles, touched his stomach subconsciously, and shook his arms, saying, "I just feel like my limbs are a little stiff from sleeping."
Fu Changhuan said, "I just happened to be going down the mountain, so how about I take you to Lingfeng for a tour?"
Jane was really curious: "What is that?"
The little boy explained, "There are nine peaks in Lingshan, Lingfeng is one of them. It is mainly where the disciples live, and the scenery is also very beautiful."
Jian Zhen guessed that it might be the place they saw on the White Crane: "Okay."
Fu Changhuan said to the little boy, "Stay here and guard."
The little boy responded.
Fu Changhuan and Jian Zhen went down the mountain together. For the first time, they saw the pavilion where the disciples of Lingfeng lived. The disciples who were passing by stopped to salute when they saw the Immortal Venerable's mount, and their eyes would occasionally fall on Jian Zhen.
Jane is really a little bit uncomfortable with this.
Fu Changhuan then handed him a token and said, "This token is my personal pendant. With this token, you can travel freely in Lingshan."
Jian Zhen subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Fu Changhuan said, "I have something to discuss with the master of Lingfeng. You can walk around here. I can only feel at ease with this token."
Jian Zhen then took it over: "Okay, I got it."
Fu Changhuan said to him, "Don't go too far, I will be back soon."
Jian Zhen nodded, very sensible.
After Fu Changhuan left, he looked at the surrounding snow-capped mountains. There should be formations set up between these palaces. There was no snow on them, and the roads were clean. There were also some flowers and plants planted in the surrounding gardens. The lush greenery was particularly beautiful. The grass, which had slept for a long time and needed to move around, took a step and walked on the path. Many things of the immortals were very exquisite.
The fluorescent flowers glowing on the roadside swayed lovely in the wind.
Just as Jian Zhen was about to get closer to take a look, she suddenly heard someone talking behind the rockery.
The attendant said, "Princess, if the Immortal Lord knew that we came to Lingshan secretly, he would definitely be unhappy."
The princess said, "What are you afraid of? Immortal Wangyou is not the kind of person who gets angry easily."
"But no one is allowed to enter the Immortal Lord's Forgetfulness Palace without being summoned." The attendant racked his brains to persuade: "Even if we come, there is a high probability that we will not be able to see the Immortal Lord."
The princess said with some pride: "Some time ago, something strange happened in Wenjuntai. I secretly spread the news to the outside world, causing the three realms to discuss this matter. The Immortal Venerable will naturally summon several peak masters, and I will go with him when the time comes."
The attendant said: "But what they are discussing is also a big matter..."
The princess said sternly, "What's the big deal? I've already inquired about it. Not long ago, during the Demon Clan's celebration, someone saw the Immortal Venerable taking a young boy away, and even kept him in the Forget Worry Palace. That would have been fine, but now the Immortal Venerable has actually used the Questioning Platform for that boy. He has never been so nice to anyone before. If this isn't a private affair, what is it?"
The attendant was speechless.
The princess snorted coldly: "I want to see what that vixen looks like!"
As soon as the words fell.
There was a faint sound coming from around the corner of the garden.
The attendant asked with some vigilance: "Who, come out!"
The princess threw the teacup off the table and said, "How dare you! Which disciple dares to eavesdrop on me? Do you want to die?!"
The words fell.
The master and servant saw a young man in light green clothes and a white cloak coming out from the corner of the garden. He looked round and cute, with a pair of black and clear eyes, and walked slowly towards them.
The princess asked, "Who are you?"
Jian Zhen replied: "Oh, I am the one you just mentioned, the fox girl that the Immortal Venerable brought back from the demon clan."
The air was quiet for a moment.
The princess laughed angrily: "You admit it?"
Jian Zhen said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether I admit it or not. Didn't you call me that when I didn't admit it?"
The princess clenched her hands and glared at him, "You are so sharp-tongued. I'm afraid you must have used a lot of sweet words to persuade the Immortal Venerable to bring you to Lingshan, right?"
Jian Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly. He did not answer but asked: "What about you, how did you get here?"
The princess choked.
She, she sneaked in secretly!
For example, Jian Zhen was at least brought back by the Immortal Lord himself, but she seemed to have suddenly fallen behind!
The princess said angrily, "What do you mean? Do you look down on me?"
Jian Zhen replied: "I don't look down on anyone. It is not gentlemanly to judge someone without any evidence. I will not do that."
The princess slapped the table and said, "Are you saying that I am a villain? How did someone like you sneak into the fairy mountain? The people of the demon clan are not up to the standard, and none of them are good!"
Jane was silent for a moment.
The princess was a little surprised. When she talked about him just now, he didn't even react. But when she mentioned the demon clan, the boy's face darkened.
Just thinking about it.
Jian Zhen raised her head and spoke in a clear and resounding voice: "First of all, I am not from the demon clan, I am from the monster clan. If you say that I am not presentable, then you who are from the same clan as me are the same."
The princess was dumbfounded.
Jane Zhen turned around and was about to leave.
The princess quickly called out to him, "Where are you going?"
Jian Zhen turned around and said, "If you think I'm not suitable to stay in Lingshan like this, then I'll go back and tell the Immortal Venerable to send me away."
After saying that, he was about to leave.
The princess panicked: "You, what are you doing? I just said a few words to you and you're going to complain?"
Jian Zhen reasoned with her: "I didn't complain. Don't you dislike me? Why would you not let me leave if I want to?"
"It's not that I won't let you go!" The princess was so angry that she had never been so angry in her life. She was so excited that she was a little incoherent: "If you go, the Immortal Master will definitely think that I said something wrong that made you leave, and he will definitely be angry with me!"
Jian Zhen said: "Isn't it?"
Princess:"……"
The servant behind her couldn't help but almost laughed out loud. It was rare to see the princess suffer a loss.
The princess couldn't do anything to Jian Zhen, so she could only pinch her waist and say, "Since you are from the demon tribe, you must obey my orders and you are not allowed to go!"
Jian Zhen: “I don’t want to listen.”
The princess was dumbfounded. She asked, "Why?"
"Because what you said doesn't make sense." Jian Zhen looked at her with her clear eyes and said, "If you want others to listen to you, you have to convince them with reason."
The princess choked. No one had ever told her these things before, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
Jane really left.
The attendant looked at the direction he left and whispered, "Princess, isn't the place he's walking towards... that person's former residence? The Immortal Venerable has designated that place as a forbidden area, and no one can enter without a token. If he goes there, the Immortal Venerable will probably be furious if he finds out."
The princess took a look and snorted, "Let him go if he wants. He is seeking his own death. Who can save him? Besides, he may not have the token. Just wait and see. He will be ejected by the formation in a while!"
As soon as the words fell.
Jian Zhen, who was walking in front, passed through the result safely and leisurely.
Princess:"……"
Servant: “…”
The lost Jian Zhen was unaware of this. In fact, he originally wanted to return to the garden by the same route, but the princess and the others were there, so he wanted to walk forward and then go back.
The scenery around me has changed.
Jian Zhen looked around and found that she might have entered a small courtyard by mistake. In the center of the small courtyard, there was a towering tree, which was lush and green and seemed to be well taken care of.
The central plaque in the courtyard reads: Bamboo Language Hall
Jane Zhen stared at it for a long time in confusion.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a gust of wind blew, shaking the leaves of the towering trees, and the tightly closed door in the temple seemed to be blown open a little, as if silently welcoming his entry.
Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry to bother you by mistake."
After the salute, there was still silence.
Jian Zhen was also a little curious about the palace behind the door. After standing there for a while, she stepped forward and gently pushed open the door of the palace. The door panel made a creaking sound, which was the result of years of accumulation.
The sun shines in from outside.
Jian Zhen's gaze fell on the house. This should be someone's residence. There were turquoise cups on the table, with cute grass patterns carved on them. There were also many antiques and rare small objects on the shelves. It can be seen that the original owner should be a very lively person, but for some reason, he always felt that this room smelled of medicine.
Is anyone sick?
Never mind. Entering someone else's room is never a good idea.
When Jane was about to leave, her eyes suddenly fell on a painting hanging on the wall not far away. In the painting, there was a young man in green sitting on a tree, with a bird just landing on the back of his hand. The young man's back was handsome and gentle, with a smile on his face. Even people who could not appreciate paintings could feel the tenderness in the painter's heart and his love for this young man.
The person standing there froze.
The grass's heart and breathing were both out of rhythm, not because of anything else, but because...
The profile of the boy in this painting is exactly the same as his! ! !
Thanks for your support!!
This chapter randomly drops 20 red envelopes! ! ~~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
