Fifteen hundred years is too far away, and most of the people who live here today have migrated in from outside. The younger generation who survived by luck gradually forgot what the ancestors did and the oath they made.
Fu Li held the night pearl and looked at these murals from the beginning to the end. The last picture is the dragon breaking out of the water, soaring above the nine heavens, and the human beings kneeling on the ground. Perhaps after the human beings at that time, thousands of years later, people will still remember this dragon, and they will kneel and worship him.
However, for human beings, 1500 years is too long to forget everything.
These murals are ridiculously ugly, with no aesthetics at all, disproportionate body proportions, small hair and body, no visual attention at all, and they look like children's graffiti. Fu Li reached out and touched the person kneeling in the mural, and a piece of weathered stone fell.
"In the fifteenth year of Liang Tianjian, five villages were damaged by water. Fortunately, the dragon rescued them. No one in the five villages suffered. However, the dragon died of exhaustion. His spirit is not scattered. Now this letter warns future generations that the Dragon Servant cannot be cut off. Liang Tianjian was established in the 18th year."
The Liang Kingdom of the Southern Dynasties…
Liang Tianjian's fifteen years, according to the time calculation, it should be 516 AD, it took three years to complete the murals in the cave, which means that in the second year after the murals were completed, these villagers died at the hands of rogues.
The life and death of two or three hundred people were not heroic or sentimental, they died silently, and there was no record of them in the heavy history.
Fu Li softly blocked the words on the mural, and turned to look at the cockroach. His heart was blocked and uncomfortable, and he couldn't describe it in words. He is still like this, how complicated should the cockroach be
He hated these human beings for fifteen hundred years, only to find out in the end that these human beings had already died because of him, and he himself had been imprisoned for a long time in the water. "He" was indeed resurrected, but instead of turning into a dragon and flying again, he became an evil cultivator who climbed out of the bottom of the river. He came for revenge.
Creation tricks people.
Fu Li didn't understand the content of these four words before, but today he finally understands it. These four words are too heavy, so heavy that people can't breathe.
The cockroach stretched out his pale fingers and lightly touched the dragon flying in the auspicious clouds in the last painting. The stone wall was cold, and the dragon in the cockroach's hand turned into powder little by little, leaving only a concave blank.
"Lord cockroach?" Fu Li watched the mural disappear a little bit, and wanted to persuade a few words, but was stopped by Zhuang Qing.
Zhuang Qing shook his head at him. No one can tell right from wrong, let alone outsiders.
The murals disappeared in the hands of the scorpion. The scorpion moved very slowly. He seemed to memorize these paintings in his heart, and then destroyed it little by little. Humans in this era no longer need others to save them, they can save themselves. Why should he leave these things behind and let uninformed people interpret them as a fairy tale
Only the middle one remains.
When the dragon died, the villagers knelt down and worshipped the dragon, covering their faces and weeping bitterly.
The cockroach stared at the painting for a long time, curled up his fingers, and put his hands behind his back. The dragon is dead and won't soar for nine more days, so it's quite appropriate for this painting to stay.
He turned to look at the two juniors who accompanied him into the cave, and suddenly laughed. In this moment, his long black hair was as white as snow, and he could never see his resentful appearance again.
"Let's go." He bent down and picked up the jade-bone umbrella on the ground, "It's long overdue."
He walked out of the cave and looked at the already clear sky with the bright sun hanging over it, and the whole world looked beautiful. He looked down at the mountains and water under his feet, and said to Fu Li, "The outside world is indeed more beautiful than the water."
He removed the umbrella that covered his head, and the cockroach pitted his jade-white hands in the sunlight.
"The umbrella can be returned to you." The cockroach smiled, "I don't need it anymore." Just like people, they no longer need the dragon to redeem.
Seeing that the body of the scorpion became transparent little by little, Fu Li said anxiously, "Lord scorpion!"
"I'm not a scorpion, it's just the resentment he left behind. Now the reason for resentment is gone, and there is no need for me to stay in the world." The scorpion smiled very warmly, just like the scorpion in life, Kind and handsome.
"No, that child needs you!" Fu Li opened the jade-bone umbrella to cover the cockroach's head, "He will come to worship you every year, every year, if you disappear, he will definitely be sad. "
"The child will always grow up one day, and naturally there will be a day when he forgets his innocence when he was young." The scorpion said, "I should thank that child, if it weren't for him, I would not be able to open the chain that locked me, nor would I see it. Go to the sun and landscape outside, and that's fine."
"But we need you!" Fu Li said anxiously, "We need you, Zhuang Qing, don't you think?!" He eagerly turned to look at Zhuang Qing, wanting him to say something.
"Fu Li is right." Zhuang Qing said, "We have a lot of little demons and interesting humans in our management office. The world of self-cultivation needs demon cultivators to maintain order. I hope the scorpion can help us."
"It's too late." The cockroach shook his head, "I'm just a form of resentment, and I don't have a real entity."
When he removed the jade bone umbrella, it was impossible to live anymore.
A dragon roar came out from the clouds, and the golden light flashed in an instant, auspicious.
Fu Li and the cockroach raised their heads together, and a divine beast with a head resembling a dragon or a dragon emerged from the clouds, hovering above the two of them.
"That's..." The cockroach stared blankly at the top of his head, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"That is the real body of the scorpion, the stone statue that suddenly disappeared in the research institute." Zhuang Qing jumped into the cloud, turned into a golden dragon, and hovered with the scorpion. Then I saw the real body of the cockroach flying straight down, merging with the body of resentment that the cockroach was about to dissipate.
Fu Li stared blankly at the fusion of the golden light and the resentment, and then condensed into a real cockroach little by little, feeling as if he had seen a real miracle. Those human beings 1,500 years ago did it. They really brought the cockroach back to life and soared in the nine heavens again.
Zhuang Qing, who turned into a golden dragon in the air, let out a high-pitched whistle, and fell to the ground and turned into a human shape. He walked to Fu Li's side and knocked on Fu Li's head, "Keep your chin closed."
"I remembered where I saw you." The cockroach that merged with the body turned into a human body, with a long body and a graceful demeanor, which couldn't be more perfect. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhuang Qing and said, "Eighteen hundred years, that little milk dragon?"
"Senior." Zhuang Qing respectfully bowed to the cockroach.
"This little friend you're looking for is cute." The cockroach looked at it carefully for several times, "Let's go."
"Where?" Fu Li asked in a daze.
"Of course I'll go to the management office you mentioned. I like cute little demons, and I like funny people Xiu." The scorpion turned out a jade flute and played with it, "Now people Xiu don't catch demons anymore?"
"You can't catch it casually. If you catch it, you will be fined." Fu Li put away the jade bone umbrella and put it in his Qiankun bag. "Now is a harmonious society. We advocate the peaceful coexistence of humans and monsters, and build a harmonious and beautiful family together."
"That's even more interesting." The cockroach chuckled softly, turned his head to stare at the cave behind him, and after looking for a long time, his smile returned: "Let's go."
On the stone wall of the cave, a mural suddenly appeared, depicting a dragon hovering on the top of the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain are human beings who live and work in peace and contentment.
Qingxu and Chaoyun were still dealing with the grievances on the river. Who knew in the blink of an eye, the sun came out, and the grievances disappeared, leaving the other side of the river faintly awake, with a blank face, and a fool holding an enamel cup. children.
What's going on here
"There seems to be a dragon in the sky." Chaoyun looked up at the sky. Today's cloud seems to be extraordinarily strange, even emitting a golden light.
"Let's go to Brother Fu and the boss right away." Chaoyun put away her hairpin, thinking that Qingxu's flying speed was too slow, she picked up the person and flew out.
"Ah!" Qing Xu screamed, "Fellow Daoist Chaoyun, you are a banshee, please be gentle."
"The banshee should be gentle, I suspect you are sexist." Chaoyun grinned, "Daoist friend, this is not good."
The next moment, she flew faster.
Kiyosu's "Aah" quickly became "Ah!"
"It seems that there are two little friends in front of you." The cockroach stood on the head of the cloud, and from a distance, he saw a beautiful woman carrying the man over, and when she swung her hand, the man fell to their feet.
"Little friend, you're too polite, you don't need to give me such a big gift when you see me." The cockroach smiled and bent over and glanced at Qingxu, "You are so enthusiastic, why am I so embarrassed?"
Qingxu got up from the cloud and was about to say something back, but he found that standing in front of him was a man who could see the extreme, and his momentum suddenly weakened by half: "I let fellow Daoist see a joke, it's just an accident."
"Boss, have you found out the source of the grievances?" Chao Yun fell in front of Fu Li and Zhuang Qing, and saw a demon cultivator with unfathomable cultivation beside them, he bowed his hands and bowed to him: "I have seen senior. "
"No need to be more polite." In front of the beauty, the cockroach has always been gentle and considerate.
"The matter has been dealt with." Zhuang Qing said to Chaoyun, "Reply to the headquarters and say that the flood crisis has been resolved."
"Okay." Chaoyun took out his phone and started sending work emails there. Soon the security headquarters replied and asked about the stone statue.
"It's just that the stone statue turned into a monster and flew away." Zhuang Qing glanced at the cockroach, "It's within our control."
"What is this, why do you have one for each of you, even the messenger, is it something that is popular recently in the cultivation world?" Bing Pit was curious about the mobile phone in Chaoyun's hand, "It looks very interesting."
So Fu Li began to explain what a mobile phone is and how to use it, and gave his mobile phone to the cockroach to operate. After a while, these two monsters, who had never seen the world, began to scream and play Tetris again and again, as if this were some kind of thrilling game.
Zhuang Qing: …
Chaoyun and Qingxu: Why do these inexplicable demons always match up with Brother Fu? Do things cluster together
"Hey, junior, this game is up to me."
"Didn't you just fight? Why don't you respect the elders?"
"It's not good to rely on the old and sell the old. We just agreed that we will play a game one by one!"
Zhuang Qing took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Fu Li, "Take mine to play with." The senior staff of Tangtang Management Office actually quarreled over the cell phone.
Rumors about the stone statues on the Internet were quickly submerged in all kinds of lace news. However, the local meteorological bureau was scolded by netizens on Weibo again.
Cunkou Er Wang Dagou: Can the people from the Meteorological Bureau be more reliable now? Saying there was going to be a flood, we had to drag our family out of the house in the middle of the night. As a result, after waiting for two or three days, the flood did not come, and the sun came out. These uncles happily told me that the flood warning was lifted and everyone could go home happily. Who is tossed back and forth like this, can't they be happy
Fortunately, the local weather bureau does not have Weibo, and no matter how badly the netizens scolded it, they couldn't see it. Even if you see it, you can pretend not to respond.
The weather of running water, the iron-clad meteorological bureau, the meteorological bureau that is not scolded, is not a good meteorological bureau, not a dedicated meteorological bureau.
The arrival of the scorpion was welcomed by all the women in the department. Men think that the cockroach has nothing to do with playing the flute and writing calligraphy, which is called pretending, while women think that this is the beauty of literature and art. Men think that eating a meal is a lot of rules, which is called hypocrisy, while women think that it is elegant.
Within three years, the cockroach has successfully won the title of male public enemy and female love, and no one can replace him for the time being.
The cockroach gave himself a human name, called Fu Kong, and claimed that he was Fu Li's distant cousin, but no one believed him. He also proposed to live with Fu Li, but Zhuang Qing refused and arranged his room upstairs with Fu Li.
"Fu Xiaoli, come and accompany cousin to play Contra..." Bung Pit opened the door and saw Kun Peng sitting in Fu Li's living room. Kun Peng also turned to see him.
"Kunpeng?" He closed the door, his face full of surprise: "You're not dead yet?"
"The narcissistic turtle?" Kunpeng was even more surprised than the scorpion. He thought that a divine beast like the scorpion should have disappeared long ago.
"Go away, you monster that doesn't fish or bird, I'm a dragon." The scorpion kicked Kunpeng off the sofa, "I'm so embarrassed to sit on the sofa, and I'm not afraid of breaking the sofa."
"What did you call yourself just now, cousin?" Kunpeng squinted his eyes at the scorpion, "but you have to face, you have lived for tens of thousands of years, and you are embarrassed to be a cousin who is only 4,000 years old, you don't blush, I listen It's all embarrassing."
"The key is to look at the face." The cockroach leaned lazily on the sofa. "It doesn't matter if you are a handsome monster. An ugly monster can only be left with self-knowledge."
Kunpeng: "Who do you call ugly?"
The cockroach sneered: "Whoever pays attention to this sentence is ugly."
Fu Li had long guessed that the relationship between the two might not be very good, because the biological father of the scorpion was a dragon, and Kunpeng liked to eat dragons. How could there be some grudges in the middle. But he didn't expect that these two big demons who have lived for tens of thousands of years, quarreling... It's so kindergarten level.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, he let the two of them quarrel, took out a bag of melon seeds, and kowtowed with relish.
"Sitting or not, standing or standing, why are the juniors so informal now?" Bing Pit, who was arguing with Kunpeng, suddenly turned his head to look at Fu Li, "The seniors are talking, and the juniors can eat like this by the side. something?"
He grabbed the melon seeds from Fu Li's hand and said, "Caramel flavor, melon seeds can still taste like sugar?"
Fu Li: …
what does this mean
Kunpeng grabbed a handful of melon seeds with a smile, and said to the scorpion: "You can point your face, even the melon seeds of the juniors will be robbed."
"If you have the ability, don't eat it." The cockroach snorted coldly.
"I robbed you, not the junior." Kunpeng said confidently, "I am a demon with a bottom line."
Seeing that the two were quarreling again, Fu Li simply patted his butt and turned to look for Zhuang Qing. The three-year generation gap, he and these two predecessors are too big to understand their thoughts and brain circuits.
When he went downstairs, he happened to meet Suan Yu who was sneaking out the door. He laughed and said, "Suan Yu, what are you doing?"
"Shh, don't let the scorpion hear it." Song Yu looked around in panic, "The scorpion is a famous auspicious beast in ancient times, and the natural enemy of our fierce beasts."
"It's not us, it's you." Fu Li immediately distanced himself from Suan He, "You didn't do anything evil, so afraid of this?"
"Then you don't know how powerful the cockroach is." Suan Yu whispered, "Apart from the four great mythical beasts, what we are most afraid of are the sons of Shenlong."
Who is so capable of giving birth to a dragon? Humans like to say that a dragon has nine sons. However, nine is an imaginary number, and there are more than nine children of a dragon!