Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 144

Where is carefree?

Song Minhuan has no expression on his face, he clearly has a lot of troubles, I don't know where Gong Zilan can tell that he is carefree...he is alive and kicking, and he is talking nonsense.

"Your troubles are actually small things, boy, it's enough to live in the present moment," Young Master Lan said, "But you know how to love, and now it's considered a good thing."

"Because of the person who has something in his heart, the goal will be firm and will not waver."

"It's too good," Song Minhuan said to Young Master Lan, a little speechless, "There are too many monks like me in the world, and Jun Yuenu just happened to see me."

"You're right," Young Master Lan nodded. "In the past 3000 years, this may be the biggest change. In your era, there is no so-called distinction between gods and humans."

"The monks and the human race are one family. The monks protect the human race, and the human race relies on the monks. Although there are many people who enter the immortal gate who pursue longevity, most of them want to do their part to protect the twelve states."

"This...instead, it's a relatively equal situation, not to mention completely equal, but it's much better."

For example, the four major sects have their own rules. They are not allowed to use swords in the Twelve States of Jingzhao, and monks are not allowed to shoot at will to hurt mortals. Cultivators and mortals are equal in the regulations.Many regulations are boring facades, but having rules is an invisible bondage in itself.

"You were born in this era, you are considered happy." Gong Zilan laughed.

"3000 years ago, the descendants of the gods were born higher than the human race. At that time, there was no equality at all... The human race was always the lower side. They suffered the most in war and suffered the most in survival. At that time... it was very difficult for the human race to survive."

"They are facing the invasion of the ghost clan. The ghost clan eats people and is immortal. They have no chance of winning the war with the ghost clan. So they have to ask the descendants of the gods to help them. The descendants of the gods say they are gods. Their superior blood and natural mana made them lose their compassion, and they gradually became arrogant and cold-blooded, thinking that the human race is an inferior race, not worthy to be compared with them, and they can only live by their breath."

"Many clans of the descendants of the gods have set rules that do not allow marriage with the human race... Many of them stand on the side of the ghost clan and choose to carve up the land of the human race with the ghost clan."

The descendants of the gods are divided into two parts, one part is on the side of the ghost race, and the other part is on the side of the human race.

"The most famous descendants of the gods at that time... the first is Ru Taki, the second is Tianming, and the third is our Jizo."

Hearing what Gong Zilan said, the battlefield 3000 years ago seemed to appear in front of his eyes. The war was cruel, ruthless, and suffocated human nature. At that time, it should be the most difficult time for the human race.

Fortunately, at that time, there were gods like Changle, Gongzilan, and Fengyuan who were willing to help the human race, which is why they have been enshrined by the human race until now.

Now that I think about it, it's all a matter of course.

Song Minhuan was thoughtful, and asked, "Changle came from Yueyin?"

Gong Zilan knew what he was asking, with some admiration in his eyes, and obvious respect in his tone, "Yes and no."

"Changle was born between heaven and earth... No one knows where he came from. He told us that he was a general who died in battle, and was buried in the desert after his death. Later, he witnessed the difficult survival of the human race and reincarnated as a A descendant of a god, his bloodline is one of the gods closest to the human race."

"Close to the human race means that the blood is thin and the power of the gods will not be too high. But no one thought that he would become an invincible god of war on the battlefield. He propped up a world and repelled the ghost race... with his own The power of Yueyin was established to compete with the descendants of the gods."

Song Minhuan: "Is Changle originally called Changle?"

"The general he was talking about was also a general who fought for the human race earlier... That general was also called Chang Le. He died to protect the human race. He was cut up and eaten by ghost soldiers on the battlefield."

"Changle is General Changle."

"It's also His Highness, the monarch, the patriarch, and the ghost king."

Gong Zilan: "His name...you should know it."

The two of them went back to the inn together, the original mission was delayed because of his late return, Gong Zilan didn't plan to go completely depending on his mood, and mysteriously said that he would take him to a place when he set off the next day.

The two of them returned to their own rooms, should he know Changle's name?

Song Minhuan vaguely had an answer in his heart. He looked at the candlelight on the table. He was still in the city. He sat on the bed and meditated. He sat like this all night, and it was still dark when he opened his eyes.

Now is the autumnal equinox, and there is dew on the grass and trees before sunrise.He went out to take a look, and found that Mr. Lan was still sleeping in the next room, so he left the inn alone.

He held a light blue bottle in his hand. The rosemary planted next to the inn opened, and the green branches were covered with dew. He took the dew into the clean bottle one by one.

The pure dew in the morning can be used to make dew water tea, which Shen Yingxue likes to drink.

He really didn't know what reason to look for that person, so he collected a bottle of dew and took it drop by drop, which took almost an hour.

He didn't plan to meet anyone, he just wanted to go there and do something that would make Shen Yingxue happy.

There was a whole bottle of dew in the clean bottle, Song Minhuan seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of grass and trees, he took the bottle to the city lord's mansion, and went to the familiar courtyard.

There were still people guarding the yard outside. He glanced at the eaves and seemed to be able to see a figure through the window.

Shen Yingxue sat by the coffee table for a long time, and then went out. While Shen Yingxue was going out, he put the bottle of dew on the coffee table.

You can see it at a glance after entering the door.

But would Shen Yingxue accept what was sent by someone?

Song Minhuan stood in the room, he thought for a while, he didn't know whose name it was, and finally put it down directly, and his figure disappeared in the main hall.

When he went back, he saw Shen Yingxue again. Shen Yingxue and the city lord of Zhanmeng were talking about something, their faces were always indifferent... He remembered that Shen Yingxue had a more gentle side in the past.

Maybe something happened in the city?He stood on the tree for a while, until Shen Yingxue disappeared, and then he looked back.

It was not too late when he went back, and he probably would have ridiculed him if he knew his whereabouts, so he bought two bowls of hot wontons on the way and brought them back.

When he entered the door, Gong Zilan hesitated to speak, then his eyes fell on the wonton in his hand, and he patted the table without saying anything.

"Okay, did you go out to buy food, kid? I thought you were going out to see your master again."

"Both." Song Minhuan put the bag of fish intestines in the bowl, and each of them took a wooden spoon, "Where are you taking me today?"

"Go to a temple dedicated to Changle."

The two of them finished eating the wontons, and Song Minhuan originally thought that the distance that Gong Zilan said was not far away was really not far away.It took them three days to reach the place. The so-called temple is underground.

The temple had been destroyed long ago, and now it was buried underground, and it took them some effort to get in.

Moss grew on the stone steps, and the whole underground palace was covered with a damp and cool atmosphere.There are many murals carved on the wall, all of which are the same person, Changle wearing a crown.

Changle fought for the human race. He wore heavy shackles on his ankles, and the pattern of swords and crowns spread mightily. After him, there were many descendants of gods who followed him.

Under his feet is a battlefield intertwined with raging fire and sword points, inside are ghosts and ghosts, ghosts kneel at his feet, even if he does not wear a crown, he is still an uncrowned king.

Song Minhuan looked at the murals one by one, Chang Le discarded the sword and crown behind him, and he stepped into the karmic purgatory alone, which represented the ghost world.

"Changle is the ghost king?"

"That's right," Gongzi Lan said, "he entered the ghost world to pacify the ghost world. He sealed the entrance from the ghost world to the human race. From now on, the ghost race can't go to the ground without authorization, so the ghost race can only live in the underground ghost city." .”

In front of them was a statue of the Ghost King of the Ten Temples. The Ghost King lowered his eyes. He was wearing heavy shackles, as if he was carrying a heavy mission, and his temperament was bloodthirsty and cold.

There are many cracks on the wall, which are covered with thick dust, like the traces of time and prosperity that have settled here.

Gong Zilan touched the wall with his hand, and he wiped off the dust with his own hands, revealing the original handwriting hidden in the ground, covered up for many years, and eroded by wind and sand.

"People in the world only know Changle God of War, but they don't know... Changle's real name is Ji Ye."

The two big characters "Ji Ye" were carved out with complex patterns, and the layer of sand on the top cracked a little, turning into dust and falling into the air.

Song Minhuan stood there watching, he felt that these were taken for granted, the portrait of the Ghost King of the Ten Temples that he saw in the Library Pavilion... everything was connected in series, as if all the questions were slowly answered.

This person pacified the ghost race for the human race, established Yueyin to provide shelter for the human race, and he contended with the descendants of the gods, always thinking of the human race.

For the sake of the human race, he is willing to step into the darkness forever, cut off the road from the ghost race to the human race, and sink into the ground with the ghost race.

"Changle went underground for the sake of the human race, and then... Later he became the ghost king of the ten halls, but now Jun Yuenu controls the ghost world, and Jun Yuenu hired Mu Zhaorong to replace Ji Ye." Song Minhuan asked.

"I fell earlier than Changle," Young Master Lan said after a pause, "At that time we were all cursed, and it was inevitable for all descendants of gods. Before Changle went to the ghost world, Fengyuan and I fell."

"I was fortunate to be able to leave a remnant soul behind, and Feng Yuan only had a skeleton... We couldn't accompany him to the end."

Gong Zilan brought up the past with a light voice, and there was still a little sentimentality and regret after all.

"I guess he should have killed himself. In this world, no one can kill him except himself..."

"He will not let people have the opportunity to kill him. If his bones fall into the hands of someone with a heart, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos again."

Song Minhuan grasped the key point at this time, "You mean... Changle's bones are not in Wangu Mountain."

"Of course not, that's just Jun Yuenu's trick to deceive you," Gong Zilan sneered, "there is the Gate of Endless Abyss, and he tricked the monks to go there, so that monks and ghosts in the ghost world can become the ones who open the gate of endless abyss." nutrients."

"Changle's bones... I don't think Changle will leave the bones. Your master is his reincarnation, this you..." Gong Zilan wanted to say something, but the sentence "If you don't believe it, you can ask your master" was held back again go back.

It's better not to let the two of them have too much contact now.

"I brought you here today, not just to tell you these things, but to show you the Tongtianji."

Song Minhuan hadn't recovered from these, and subconsciously asked, "Isn't your Tongtianji in Wangushan?"

"Yes," said Gong Zilan, "but here is the statue of my Tongtianji. I can't draw it. It's more realistic for you to see it with your own eyes."

"As long as I have the Tongtian Ji, not to mention Shuozhou and Lanpipa, apart from Junyuenu, the Twelve Nights Gate combined will not be my opponent."

Gong Zilan walked to the middle of the dark underground palace, the luminous pearl on the top floated faintly, and the curtain covered with dust and mud was torn off, revealing a statue of a god inside.

The sculpture of the statue is six-armed Gongzi Lan. Behind Gongzi Lan is a sky-reaching halberd. There are six cloud patterns on the halberd. The whole carving is extremely fine.

It's not that Song Minhuan has never seen a god statue with a halberd. He was about to speak when he saw the scene in front of him with a little surprise in his eyes.