This child can't stay.
Jian Zhen shook his head as he stared at the person in the portrait. There was no way he could have mistaken this face because he had the same face during the 18 years he lived in modern times. Now that he had transformed, although his little grass body was not so similar to this face, it was still about 50% similar.
How could...
How come they look so similar?
The turbulent waves in Jian Zhen's heart were like a strong wind that lingered in his heart for a long time. Just as he was thinking, there was a sound from the door behind him.
Someone stepped in.
The sun was shining, and Fu Changhuan stood at the door. He was wearing a snow-white robe, and his cold eyes seemed to be tinged with divinity in the sun. When he stood at the door, it seemed that the whole gloomy palace was brightened a little.
Jian Zhen turned around and looked at him, not missing the coldness in Fu Changhuan's brows at first.
But the chill soon disappeared
Fu Changhuan took a few steps forward and asked him in a gentle voice, "Why are you here?"
Jian Zhen said: "I accidentally got lost and walked in."
Fu Changhuan said, "I was careless. I was afraid that you were not used to having someone following you, so I didn't leave anyone with you. I didn't want you to get lost."
Jian Zhen shook his head and said, "Don't blame the Immortal Venerable."
Fu Changhuan followed his gaze and fell on the painting. He asked, "How about this painting?"
Jian Zhen's fair face showed a hint of thought, and he answered honestly, "Xian Zun, may I know who he is?"
Fu Changhuan said: "Of course, he is my junior fellow apprentice."
Jian Zhen remembered that the Immortal Venerable had told him that his junior brother had passed away ten million years ago, so this must be his junior brother's former residence. He accidentally broke into the former residence of someone else's junior brother, no wonder the Immortal Venerable was unhappy.
Xiao Cao said honestly, "I'm really sorry for coming in so rashly."
Fu Changhuan smiled and said, "It's okay. He is a person who likes to be lively. He will definitely like it if someone comes to see him."
Jian Zhen finally felt relieved and looked up at the young man with a gentle smile in the painting. He asked, "Master Immortal, is this my illusion? I think... I look a bit like him."
Fu Changhuan paused for a moment before speaking: "It's not an illusion. You and Zhu'er do have some similarities."
Jian Zhen said: "Why has the Immortal Venerable never mentioned this to me?"
Fu Changhuan stood in the room, his dark eyes were as clear as ice and snow, as if he could see through people's hearts, calm and deep, he said slowly: "I am afraid that if you know, you will think too much."
Jian Zhen said: "Why do I look similar to the Immortal Venerable's Junior Brother?"
Fu Changhuan said seriously, "If I say I don't know, can you trust me?"
Jian Zhen blinked and stood by the window, his black hair fluttering. He smiled softly and said, "I believe in the Immortal Lord."
It was quiet all around.
The sunlight fell on the ground, bringing the coolness of the ice and snow outside, and the coolness passed by the young man with gentle eyebrows and eyes in the painting.
In a trance.
Fu Changhuan saw the other young man with a jade crown and tied hair, and his eyebrows were also relaxed, looking at him with eyes full of dependence: "Of course I believe in Brother!"
Lower your eyes.
It was his disciple, Ling Cansheng, who was crying and wailing with all his strength, sarcastically said, "Of course I am not as good as Master, the number one in the ruthless way, who can be completely selfless and even watched his own junior brother die without saving him!!"
The cold wind blew in from the window, like the eternal ice on Lingshan Mountain.
Jian Zhen's voice rang out: "Immortal Venerable?"
The sunlight falling on his shoulders was the only warmth in this dead silent room.
Fu Changhuan raised his head, just like in the long river of time, he finally raised his head, looked at Jian Zhen and said: "Thank you."
Jane was really confused: "Ah?"
Fu Changhuan said: "I am very happy that you are willing to believe in me."
Jian Zhen said, "Immortal Venerable, I am a little curious. Your ancestors all practiced longevity, so why did your junior brother die so early? Did he have an accident?"
Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and replied, "He is sick."
Jian Zhen suddenly realized, and he said, "No wonder there is always a smell of medicine in this room. He died of illness."
Fu Changhuan remained silent for a long time.
Jian Zhen looked at him with her pure eyes. Those eyes were so pure, as if no dust in the world should fall into them, making people feel ashamed of themselves.
Fu Changhua said slowly: "He committed suicide."
Jian Zhen was surprised, her eyes widened, her heart suddenly felt heavy and panicked: "Suicide?"
Oh my god, this is so scary.
How could it be suicide?
How helpless does a person have to be to choose to end his own life?
Fu Changhuan said: "Back then, I failed to save him. This is my eternal regret."
Jian Zhen said softly, "I think since he chose to commit suicide, he must have his reasons for doing so. Immortal Venerable, please don't blame yourself too much. Your junior fellow apprentice definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
Fu Changhuan looked at him quietly, his usually cold and noble eyebrows were tinged with a circle of red. He smiled, a bitter smile that he had never seen before, but with a little bit of relief. Then, his gaze returned to silence.
The wind blowing in from the window brought a cool breeze.
Fu Changhuan stepped forward, he reached out to help Jian Zhen put away his cloak that was a little loose, and looked down at him: "No matter what happened in the past, but now, I will never make the same mistake again."
Jian Zhen looked at him with some confusion: "Huh?"
"I will definitely protect you." Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and looked at him: "I will never hurt you."
Jane smiled and said, "I know."
Fu Changhuan raised his hand and rubbed his head, saying gently: "Jian Zhen, you stay in Lingshan, I will protect you and the child in your belly. The demon clan is in danger everywhere, and the demon lord Ye Jisheng is a divine body. Now that Wanmie Mountain is moving strangely, it means that Ye Jisheng's second heavenly tribulation is coming. If he cannot successfully survive the tribulation, the demon clan will definitely stir up a bloody storm. It is very dangerous for you to stay with him."
I thought the boy in front of me would be scared.
Jian Zhen asked anxiously, "Will he die if he fails to survive the tribulation?"
Fu Changhuan looked into his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming solemn. He said, "I once told you that even gods can fall."
Jian Zhen grabbed Fu Changhuan's hand in a panic and asked, "Then, is there no solution at all..."
Fu Changhuan was silent.
His little grass had been with him for the past two hundred years. Later, it transformed and left Lingshan. When they met again, it was bullied by the monsters and looked very pitiful. But even at that time, he never showed weakness to him, nor did he beg him for anything in a panic.
And now, for Ye Jisheng, his eyes were full of desire.
Such familiar eyes.
Fu Changhuan thought he had forgotten it, but when he met those eyes, he still clearly remembered that year when his junior fellow apprentice knelt in front of him, grabbed his hand and said, "Is there no way at all? Senior brother, please save him..."
The sound continues at night, and the sound continues at night again.
Fu Changhuan looked him straight in the eye and said, "Jian Zhen, the gods in this world possess powers beyond those of mortals, so they must bear the due price. This is their destiny. Ye Jisheng is cruel and merciless, and the demons are insidious and cunning. The loss of lives in Lingshan back then is irrefutable proof of this."
Jian Zhen had never seen such an immortal before and was a little shocked.
Fu Changhuan realized this, loosened his grip, and said, "I'm sorry, I... I'm just worried that you'll be deceived by them."
Jian Zhen had never expected that the Immortal Lord, who had always been calm and composed over the past hundred years, would actually get so excited and lose his composure, so he was a little scared for a moment. But then he thought about it, the immortals and the demons have been hostile to each other since ancient times, so how could such a deep blood feud be eliminated?
It's the one who's wrong.
Xiao Cao said honestly: "You don't need to apologize, Immortal Venerable. In fact, they did not deceive me. I think the demons are not what you think..."
Fu Changhuan had adjusted his mood. He took Jian Zhen's hand and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. You've been tired after a day outside. I'll take you back to rest."
Jane really nodded obediently.
In fact, everything that happened today was indeed too tiring.
When they returned to Wangyou Palace, the little boy was sorting out the new furniture and supplies that had been added to the house. When he saw Jian Zhen, he happily introduced them and said, "Your honored guest is back. These are the ones you wanted to buy two days ago. Do you like them?"
New bedding had been laid on the couch and a soft carpet was laid on the floor.
Jian Zhen's mood suddenly improved a lot. He smiled and nodded, "Thank you very much."
The little boy said, "It's all as I should do. Is there anything else the distinguished guest needs?"
Jian Zhen felt a little sweaty when he heard him calling her distinguished guest. He quickly said, "Really, really, just call me Jian Zhen. When I was still a little grass, didn't you often chat with me? We are already friends."
The little boy didn't expect Jian Zhen to still remember all this, and said a little embarrassedly: "But your current identity..."
Jian Zhen said: "No matter who I am, a friend is a friend. Don't call me so distant in the future."
The boy felt warm in his heart. He had been here for a hundred years, so how could he have any friends? Whether it was true or not, he was a little touched, so he nodded and said, "Yes, if you have any questions in Lingshan in the future, just come to me directly. I have also been in Lingshan for a hundred years, so I know basically everything!"
There was no one around at this time.
The Immortal Master has returned to the rest area of the main hall, where only he and Jian Zhen are.
Jian Zhen sat on the bed and looked at him. Hearing this, he suddenly got an inspiration. He looked at the little boy and asked in a gentle voice, "Can I ask you a question?"
The little boy asked, "What?"
"Master is the god of plants and trees. How many times has he survived the tribulation?"
"three times."
Jian Zhen asked: "Why did Master fail in overcoming the tribulation?"
The boy frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "The rumors circulating in the Three Realms all say that Master failed to transcend the tribulation because he became possessed by the devil during his retreat. But some people also say that Master failed to transcend the tribulation because he calculated a secret that should not be revealed and was punished by heaven."
Jian Zhen said: "What is the truth?"
The boy said, "I don't know the specific reason, but there is a Wentian Pavilion in Yinfeng. That's where all our treasures and books are stored. All the files and records are stored there. There may be records."
Jian Zhen became interested. Since his master had successfully overcome tribulations and failed before, those records might be valuable experiences. If he could take a look at them, maybe he could help Ye Jisheng in the future.
The child asked, "Why are you interested in this?"
Of course Jian Zhen couldn't tell the reason. Xiao Cao panicked and quickly made an excuse: "Because I went to Wenjuntai and saw the residual soul of my master, so I was very curious about him."
The little boy suddenly realized and said with some envy: "This is an opportunity that ordinary people don't have."
Jian Zhen smiled and said, "Then can I go to Wentian Pavilion?"
"That is our immortal race's forbidden area." The little boy said, "No one can enter except those with the oral instructions of the peak masters and the token of the immortal master."
Jian Zhen: “…”
What a coincidence.
It really does exist.
Seeing that he was eager to try, the little boy quickly said, "The Wentian Pavilion has levels. The five lower levels are open to ordinary disciples, but the five upper levels require tokens. The topmost level is where the prophet elders live. There is a formation set up by our master. Without the master's power or the formula for the formation, you can't get in even if you have a token."
Jian Zhen just wanted to check some information, so she said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to the top floor. What else would I do if I had nothing to do?"
The little boy was relieved and said, "That's good."
After Jane Zhen resolved a matter, her mood became particularly bright.
Jian Zhen woke up very early in the morning. Maybe because he had something on his mind, he didn't sleep in. He got up, put on his clothes, drank the jade dew, and came to the main hall, just in time for Fu Changhuan to go out.
Fu Changhuan was also a little surprised to see Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen smiled and said, "I got lost yesterday and didn't finish my shopping. I want to go shopping again today. Is that okay?"
Seeing that he was in good spirits, Fu Changhuan said, "That's good. I'm going there today too. You can go with me."
Jane didn't expect it to be so smooth, and nodded quickly.
After arriving at Hidden Peak, Fu Changhuan called over a disciple and said to Jian Zhen, "This is Xuanji, the senior disciple of Hidden Peak. He will accompany you to wander around today."
Jian Zhen bowed and said, "Greetings, eldest disciple."
Xuanji was a man who looked very upright. He said, "No need to be polite. I will definitely not let you down."
Fu Changhuan said to Jian Zhen: "I will come to find you after I finish my business."
Jane really nodded obediently.
After Fu Changhuan left, Xuanji asked Jian Zhen, "Where would you like to go?"
Jian is really an honest little grass, and said bluntly: "I want to go to your Wentian Pavilion to have a look."
Xuan Ji hesitated and said, "Wentian Pavilion is a place that only disciples of the Immortal Clan can go to. I'm afraid..."
Jian Zhen took the initiative to say: "I grew up in the Immortal Mountain, and I also have a token. The Immortal Lord said that with this, I can go anywhere in the Spiritual Mountain."
While speaking.
Jian Zhen took out the token from her waist and showed it to him.
Xuan Ji said quickly: "I see, my dear guest, please follow me."
Jian Zhen didn't expect that this token would be so useful. It seemed that the Immortal Lord would really not lie to him.
The two of them walked to the tall Wentian Pavilion, one in front of the other. Only when they arrived did Jian Zhen realize that this place was indeed as famous as its reputation, towering like the clouds and majestic and spectacular.
There were many disciples coming in and out.
Xuan Ji said, "What book do you want to read? I will help you find it."
Many disciples cast curious glances when they saw the eldest brother with a cute-looking boy.
Jian Zhen said: "Oh, I want to see some files about my master."
Xuan Ji's expression changed: "Master?"
Jian Zhen nodded, and he asked, "Is it not possible?"
"Not really." Xuanji said, "It's just that the scrolls about our master have been kept very secret, and only a few can be found on the ninth floor. To be honest, I have always read a lot of books, and I have read most of the files in the Wentian Pavilion, but most of the scrolls on the ninth floor are sealed, so I have never read them."
Jian Zhen said: "Then I won't be able to see it either."
Xuanji thought for a moment and said, "That may not be the case. Many of the files on the ninth floor can only be read by the Immortal Venerables and the elders. The token on you is the Immortal Venerable's token, and the rights you can exercise are the same as those of the Immortal Venerable. If you have this token, you may not be unable to see it."
Jian Zhen was really interested, and he said, "Then let's go and give it a try?"
Seeing his slow interest, Xuan Ji thought he was like a child who was just beginning to experience the world, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "Come on, I'll take you there."
Jian Zhen followed Xuan Ji with great interest.
The manager of Wentian Pavilion saw him coming and bowed, "Brother Xuanji, are you here today to borrow a book?"
Xuan Ji bowed and said, "We are honored guests today. Please help us, uncle. We need to go up to the ninth floor."
The steward's expression changed: "Go to the ninth floor?"
Xuan Ji glanced at Jian Zhen, who understood and took out his token. The steward took it and looked at Jian Zhen meaningfully before saying, "Follow me."
Jian Zhen and Xuan Ji walked to a formation.
This formation needs a special command to be opened, and the spirit stones need to be pushed in order and according to specifications. Each step is extremely complicated. Jian Zhen secretly thanked God that he did not do it secretly, otherwise he would have been stuck at the first step.
The formation is bright.
After a moment's feeling of weightlessness, I arrived at the ninth floor.
When Jian Zhen opened his eyes again, everything had changed. There were no disciples coming and going on the first floor. It was eerily quiet everywhere. Only different scrolls were placed on the bookshelves that reached the ceiling.
Xuanji said: "We need to look for the scrolls about our master separately. The year our master died was the 89th year of the immortal calendar. We need to look for the scrolls from that year."
Jian Zhen was confused by what she heard, but she still nodded obediently.
It was a good decision for the Immortal Venerable to let Xuan Ji come to accompany him. It was much more organized than if he had found it himself.
Wandering through the rows of bookshelves.
Jian Zhen tried hard to find the files of the 89th year of the Immortal Calendar, but there were so many of them that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Just when he was dazzled, he suddenly saw the files marked with the 98th year of the Immortal Calendar.
Inexplicable.
Jian Zhen pulled out the file. He thought he didn't know the words of the immortals and needed Xuanji's help. However, he didn't expect that after opening it, when the handwriting came into his eyes, he could read it fluently without any instruction:
The 98th year of the Xian calendar.
The time mirror predicted that the first demon god would soon come to the world.
The fairies and the demons gathered together to discuss how to kill the devil.
Ye Jisheng, a disciple of the demon clan, went to Wanmie Mountain in person. The two clans worked together to activate the God-Slaying Formation and sealed half of the demon god's power.
Jian Zhen was a little confused. The immortals and the demons obviously wanted to kill the devil. Ye Jisheng was such a smart man, why would he go to Wanmie Mountain by himself? Isn't this courting death? Did he have any reason to go?
Just about to look down.
Xuan Ji's voice sounded: "Dear guest, there seems to be a scroll from 1989 here."
Jian Zhen regained his composure and said quickly, "Here I come."
Xuan Ji took out a scroll from the middle and said, "It should be this one, but there is a seal on this scroll, and I can't open it. I guess only the power of the Immortal Venerable can open the seal."
Jian Zhen's token could only allow them to come in, but could not open the scroll, which made her a little disappointed.
Xuan Ji looked at him and said, "Although you cannot view this letter, our master left behind many books when he was alive. They are all on the ninth floor. If you are interested, you can also look for them. They may be useful."
Jane was really happy and asked, "Really?"
Xuanji smiled and said, "Well, it's just that it will be more troublesome to find. So, let's look for it separately. The scroll of the master is actually very easy to find. It has the spiritual power of plants and trees on it."
Jian Zhen nodded and said, "Okay."
The ninth floor was very large, and after the two people separated, they each moved around in the bookshelves.
Jian Zhen wandered among countless books, but she didn't see any books with the spiritual energy of plants and trees. When she was getting discouraged and was about to return empty-handed, she suddenly saw a staircase at the corner not far away, and there was a bookshelf on the inner layer of the stairs.
Could it be there?
Jian Zhen stepped onto the stairs. As he walked up the stairs, he saw more and more books. He also felt the book of plant spiritual power on one of the shelves. Just as he was about to take it down to check -
Suddenly an old voice sounded from a distance.
"Wangyou, it has been so many years since you entered the God Transformation Stage. Up to now, it has been more than 10 million years. You are the most talented and outstanding disciple of our immortal race." The old man sighed and said, "You are also an immortal god who is on par with the demon gods in this world. Why do you stop moving forward?"
It was quiet all around.
Jane Zhen didn't expect to hear these words, and she froze where she was.
Fu Changhuan's voice rang out: "My ability is not enough to become a god."
The old man smiled and said, "Is it not enough, or are you too complacent and unwilling to let yourself go?"
Fu Changhuan said nothing.
The old man sighed silently and said, "You have been brooding over what happened back then. Is it really that difficult for you to get over it? When will you be able to let go of this inner demon?"
Fu Changhuan said: "I will not practice the Way of Mercy anymore."
The old man seemed to know that he could not persuade him, and was unwilling to say more, so he said: "Fortunately, the great calamity of the Demon God is approaching, and half of his power has been sealed. It may not be easy for him to resist the heavenly calamity. If the demon clan does not have the Demon God, there will be no threat to us. However, the time mirror predicts that a new Demon God is about to be born..."
Fu Changhuan asked, "What does the prophet elder mean?"
"I have been investigating the demon tribe for a while and learned a lot." The old man said meaningfully, "Wangyou, the demon tribe is not a big threat now because Ye Jisheng's ability has not reached its peak. But the little demon god is an innate divine body. If the little demon god is really born in the world, the three realms will be in chaos in the future."
Fu Changhuan remained silent, and the atmosphere fell into dead silence.
The old man said more bluntly: "Of course I know that if our immortal race intervenes in this matter, we will probably be retaliated by the demon god, but have you ever thought that if the little demon god really survives, with the vengeful character of the demon race, how can they let the three realms be peaceful?"
Fu Changhuan asked, "What does the prophet elder want?"
"I know you like that little grass very much. Don't worry, I won't kill it." The old man said, "But the child in its belly cannot be kept. He trusts you and will definitely listen to you. As long as the child disappears, it will benefit the three realms and protect all living beings. I think he will understand."
"Pah"
The book in Jian Zhen's hand shook.
A very faint sound came from the hidden bookshelf.
The old man's brows suddenly sharpened: "Who?"
He didn't expect that this was a formation set up by his master. No one could come in except him and Fu Changhuan. He never thought that anyone could come in, and this formation could actually automatically help him hide his breath!
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