Adhering to the sincerity is the Tao, and making a mutual promise for life is a partner. For the world of self-cultivation, becoming a Taoist is a very serious and unchangeable thing. It's not like ordinary people, two people get divorced if they can't make it through, and remarry whoever pleases the eye. The Dao formation ceremony in the realm of self-cultivation is to be witnessed by the Dao of Heaven. No matter if you live to be one million years old or a thousand years old, you can only let the Dao of Heaven witness the chance to become a Dao Companion once.
Therefore, more and more cultivators who are exposed to the culture of the human world, almost all like to use the identity proof of the human world to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate, but they do not dare to easily hold the ceremony.
Because the life of a cultivator is too long, the temptation of red dust is too great.
It is precisely because of this that everyone felt that Zhuang Qing had to hold a ceremony with a dead demon cultivator, which would shock the world of self-cultivation.
But this shock, after they saw Fu Li in the corridor, was nothing at all. The world of comprehension can make puppets that are similar to real people, but these puppets have no thoughts and no souls.
But they saw with their own eyes that Fu Li died, how could it be possible to survive
Seeing these cultivators were clearly shocked inside, and they had to keep smiling on the surface, not daring to show strange expressions, Fu Xin thought, fortunately these cultivators are not actors, otherwise the entertainment industry would be finished, this expression is too exaggerated.
"Fellow Daoists have come from a long way. It's hard work, please come to the inner hall." posture.
The poor cultivators opened their mouths but didn't know what to say. Even if they don't believe it, they have to admit that Fu Li standing in front of them is alive, not a puppet, nor is it a projection technology in the human world.
At this moment, they can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. Is this whether they are dreaming or entering some kind of terrifying fantasy.
The head of the Pastoral Sect looked down at the hands that Zhuang Qing and Fu Li were clasping together, and there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, which turned into congratulations when they came to his lips.
Why did fellow Daoist Fu Li come back from the dead? It is something that no one understands, but no one can ask. There is no way of resurrection in the world. If there is, it must have paid a great price. They would rather not ask, perhaps this way, their conscience can be more peaceful.
"The two of you are immortal companions, and I wish the Tao's heart will be forever, and the love will never leave." The head of the Pastoral School gave Fu Li a big gift. This worship is to thank him for his life-saving grace.
Fu Li returned a half-salutation with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please enter the inner hall and sit."
"Thank you." The head of the Pastoral School saluted again, and then led the people under the door to the inner hall. In the sculpture gallery and painting building of Jinfei Palace, the waiters made of utensils are lifelike. If it weren't for their taciturn and lack of vitality, the pastoral people would almost think that they were real people.
The Dragon Clan came after the Pastoral Sect. It was different from the time when the head of the Qingxiao Sect held his birthday. At that time, the Dragon Clan was extremely arrogant, and each clan only sent one representative. This time at Zhuang Qing's wedding banquet, the Dragon Clan began Everyone from the old to the young has come, but the expression on his face is like a forced smile after losing money.
When they saw Fu Li, their reaction was stronger than those of the pastoral school. They even suspected that Fu Li standing beside Zhuang Qing was a charmed monster who deliberately turned into the appearance of Dao Jun Fu Li to confuse Zhuang Qing. 's mind.
Fortunately, they are still sensible. They know that there are Suzaku, Bai Ze, Phoenix and other big monsters in the ancient times in the Fei Palace. It is the dragon emperor who was deceived by the charm monster because of his longing for love. It is impossible for these big monsters to fail to recognize since childhood big kid.
Qing Yan felt that if it wasn't for his disabled legs, he would have rushed off the wheelchair now to check if Fu Li was a real person.
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Qing glanced at the dragons, then turned around and stretched out his hand to straighten the almost non-existent folds on Li Fuli's wedding dress, "Neither I nor Fu Li are particular people, after everyone is seated, don't be polite, eat and drink well Good thing."
Qing Yan smiled reluctantly, swept his eyes on Fu Li several times, bowed his hands to Fu Li, and let the servants behind him push him in.
Seeing that the future patriarch of the Qinglong clan didn't say anything, the other dragon clan didn't ask much. Speak first, as if whoever asks first will lose.
The hall that was supposed to be lively and lively was now eerily quiet. The heads and elders of the major sects pretended to be silent.
The other scattered cultivators saw that the dragon clan and the major sects did not speak, so they all took out their mobile phones, bowed their heads and browsed the forum as if nothing had happened.
However, beneath their calm surface, there is a turbulent heart of gossip.
Anonymous landlord: The Dragon Emperor is about to hold the Dao Compilation Ceremony. The moment I saw his Dao Companion, I was shocked and turned into a fool, but after being foolish, I became happy again. No matter what happened in the past two years, I wish the Dragon Emperor and his Taoist companions love forever.
This post has caused a thousand waves in the forum, and countless cultivators are extremely curious, but after this anonymous landlord dropped this post, it never appeared again, and the cultivators couldn't help but curse.
"Hey." A loose cultivator sitting in the hall finally couldn't help laughing. His voice was like a spell that broke the silence. Everyone turned their attention to him, as if everyone would finally not have to be so embarrassed.
Poor this loose cultivator was stared at by everyone and his hands were shaking. Accidentally, he crushed the screen of the fruit 15s he just bought, holding the broken screen, his heart was like a knife.
"Why are you so careless?" The head of the pastoral sect showed a kind smile, "Hurry up and put away your things. Today is the big day for Zhuang Qing and Fu Li."
Others: Let's see, the topic can always be brought up to fellow Daoist Fu Li.
"Yeah, Daoist Zhuang Qing and Daoist Fu Li have been separated for so many days, and they finally came together. Today, we can make this Dao-ending ceremony lively and festive." The head of Qingxiao Pai took the words and turned his head Going to see the dragon clan, "What do the patriarchs think?"
You are all aquariums, you must know some gossip, right
"Sect Master Zhao is right." Qing Yan said with a gentle smile, "Your Majesty and Daojun Fu Li have a very deep relationship. Seeing their relationship has finally come to fruition, everyone in the Shui clan is very happy."
There are two disciples of the Qingxiao faction who are senior members of the management office, and they must have a clear understanding of the inside story.
Various sects: The dragon's mouth is really tight.
Dragon Clan: Cultivation of people is really good at acting and lying.
Loose cultivators: The head of the Qingxiao faction and the dragon family seem to know something.
The atmosphere of the scene fell into a kind of strange peace, and the two emotions of "I know you definitely know" and "I don't know but I think you definitely know" intersected in the air, making the cultivators unable to help show their hypocrisy. laugh.
Chaoyang slowly lifted into the sky and gradually moved towards the mid-heaven.
The guests have gradually arrived. Fu Li and Zhuang Qing went to the back to change into the formal wedding robes. From the inner lining to the outer robe, each piece was made by the elders. The eye-catching jade pendant was carved by Fu Li himself, and a rune was added on it.
Fu Li, who was coddled and grew up since he was a child, knows a little about weapon refining, alchemy, pattern refining, and drawing talismans, but he is not proficient. His skills may be regarded as the top in the current cultivation world, but in the ancient demon In the eyes, that is the level of kindergarten who just learned to hold a pen.
But despite this, Fu Li made a pair of concentric pendants by himself.
On the day he came back on the first day of the new year, he stood outside the carved iron gate and asked Zhuang Qing to open the door for him.
Zhuang Qing stared at him blankly for a long time before walking to the door with trembling hands and feet. He forgot to press the electronic unlock button and forgot to use the key. He pulled the iron door open, and the iron door slammed down.
Zhuang Qing didn't dare to reach out and touch the person in front of him, because in the past two years, he had seen Fu Li come back countless times, standing outside the door and smiling at him. But not once, not even once, was true.
As soon as he reached out and touched him, he would vanish into thin air and disappear into the air.
Some people around him said that he was crazy, and gradually no one dared to mention the name Fuli in the cultivation world. Until that day, a little goblin of the water tribe pulled his sleeve and cried and told him not to accompany Fuli to die.
Seeing the little goblin crying incoherently, Zhuang Qing's heart was empty and cold, but it didn't hurt. It's like dipping an injured hand in ice water in the cold winter, and getting used to it won't feel anything.
From that day on, he resumed his usual routine, except that he would open the bedroom door and keep the living room light every night.
He always thought that if Fu Li hadn't died, he would definitely be able to come back to find him.
A year later, on the day of Fuli's sacrifice, he opened the passage to the underworld, took a ferry that had become a tourist ship in the underworld, passed the Wangchuan River, and came to the bridge of Naihe.
The Naihe Bridge was lined with souls waiting to be reborn, and a long row of drinking fountains was installed beside Meng Po. Each soul had to drink a glass of water before entering the rebirth pool.
There are no dark cauldrons or long spoons here, only sealed soup jars so high that you can barely see the sharp points, filled with Meng Po soup.
Some souls were unwilling to drink the soup, so they were forcibly poured into it by the messengers, so they dragged them to the Rebirth Pond. To be born, to be born, to go to a new life, the past and the past will no longer be relevant.
Seeing Zhuang Qing, Madam Meng sighed: "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, I don't have the soul you want to see here."
She knew what Zhuang Qing wanted to ask, but she was just a mother-in-law of the underworld, and the underworld couldn't accept the souls of these great demons, not to mention that Daojun Fuli was scattered, where did the soul come from
Zhuang Qing wanted to come to know that, but he couldn't accept it, and he was holding that absurd fantasy in his heart.
Sure enough, after she said these words, His Majesty the Dragon Emperor's face turned even paler. He stared blankly at the Meng Po Tang in front of her. He looked very much like the one when Bolian heard that all the demons in Wuying Mountain were killed by Qinglong. look.
She thought Zhuang Qing would cry, but he didn't.
"On the day of the ghost market, is it true that you drink soup that reminds you of your past life?"
"Is it true, does Your Majesty want to drink it?" Madam Meng got up to fetch the soup and said to Zhuang Qing, "I said that night that there is a price to be paid for drinking soup. But you are different, you have already paid the price. already."
In the previous life, Bolian exchanged her a promise at the price of a ray of merit.
If he meets Fu Li's reincarnation in the next life, let him drink the soup and remember the past. However, Bo Lian forgot that his previous life and this life were already different, and he was not willing to drink that bowl of soup at all in this life.
The soup has been placed in front of Zhuang Qing. The colorless and odorless soup, served in a jade bowl, is full of mysterious allure.
Zhuang Qing shook his head: "No need."
Madam Meng looked up at Zhuang Qing.
Zhuang Qing stood on the bridge, the wind blew the corners of his clothes: "Farewell."
Madam Meng looked at Zhuang Qing's leaving back, and put away the bowl of colorless and tasteless soup.
She thought, maybe this bowl of soup will never be sold.
Zhuang Qing did not mention these things to Fu Li. After seeing Fu Li come back to life, Zhuang Qing woke up almost every morning, looked nervously at Fu Li lying beside him, and reached out to touch him before he was sure of this. Not dreaming.
"Zhuang Xiaolong." Fu Li changed his robe and walked in front of Zhuang Qing. The bright red robe made his face red: "Do you think I'm so handsome?"
Zhuang Qing walked up to him, squatted down and straightened the corners of his robe for Fu Li, "Handsome."
Fu Li happily kissed him on the forehead, and when he saw Feng Rui passing by, he raised his voice and said, "Uncle Feng, is the auspicious time coming?"
"Don't rush, don't rush, there's still an hour!"
Fu Li sighed, why did it take so long
He couldn't wait to make Zhuang Qing the dragon on his household registration.