Same as last time, Daoist Qingmei just came back in a hurry, and left in a hurry. The time of stay was shorter than last time, and he didn't even have time to do a morning class at Moon Moon Mountain.
The ranks of Shinto are strict, and seventh-rank gods like Taoist Qingmei will be subject to a lot of control. Of course, this is also related to the current situation, so they have been hiding their tracks and doing things extremely carefully.
Daoist Qingmei didn't say it clearly, but from the meaning expressed in his words, he also vaguely told Mo He something.
In the Netherland, there is a dispute between the gods brewing, which is why Daoist Qingmei has not shown up for so long.
Thinking of Xia Qi, the former human emperor who has never had any news since he became a god, Mo He estimated that after such a long time, this former human emperor should have passed his adaptation period to become a god. God's Domain was established in it, and it is still secretly accumulating strength.
One day, the gods of the third dynasty headed by Xia Qi will eventually return to people's sight and confront the gods of the second dynasty in the underworld.
Confronting a divine court with a profound background is not something that the gods of the third dynasty can do in a short time, but they have one of the biggest backing, which is the third dynasty that is now in the orthodox position in the human race. One of the biggest reliance of the group of gods headed by Qi.
If possible, Mo He really didn't want Daoist Qingmei to take risks in it, but Daoist Qingmei, who became a god, was already in the game, and it was too late to say anything else.
Fortunately, during the conversation with Daoist Qingmei, Daoist Qingmei mentioned the word "bottom line", thinking that the development of the matter will not be too serious for the time being.
"When Xia Xian fulfills his promise and gives Master a higher status, then Master should be able to protect himself!" Mo He thought in his heart.
A few hours later, the sky lit up again, and the three people in Qingmei Temple had just finished their morning class in the morning, when a wisp of white smoke floated in front of Mo He, and a piece of paper fell from it, which was another pass from Baijia Academy. Here comes new news.
Mo He picked up the paper and looked at it. The first news on it was that Ye Nian, a veteran of the dynasty, passed away yesterday. As one of the few remaining founding fathers of the dynasty, the whole country mourns the passing of General Ye.
In addition to this news, there is another news that the next Imperial Conferment Ceremony will be held earlier, which is also related to Ye Nian's death.
In addition, there is another local news in Yuhe Mansion, that is, the current governor of Yuhe Mansion has submitted to the imperial court and is about to retire and return home.
The mansion lord of the Yuhe Mansion is quite old, and I am afraid that he will not have many years to live.
His official career in this life can be regarded as relatively stable. He has not made any great achievements, but he has not made any serious mistakes. It is qualified.
According to the lifetime achievements of this mansion lord, after his death, he should also be able to obtain a god, but it will not be too high, it is possible to rank eight to seven.
It is estimated that the Lord Fuzun also understands his own situation, so in the last few years of his life, he does not want to continue to be the Fuzun, and is going to go back to enjoy the blessings for two days, and by the way, he also makes room for others.
After reading the news sent by Baijia School, Mo He sighed softly in his heart.
Birth, old age, sickness and death are things that most people need to face. Even cultivators, most of them cannot escape this hurdle, but their life expectancy is longer than that of ordinary people.
In addition to the pursuit of the Tao, wanting to get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death is another reason why many practitioners embark on the path of cultivation and climb up hard.
Mo He looked into the distance, and saw a dry tree on a distant mountain, with a strip of fresh green sprouting from the root of the tree.
Compared with the withered tree, although this new green is young, it exudes vigorous vitality. After a few years, it will grow into a big tree again.
At this moment, a sense of understanding suddenly rose in Mo He's heart, and he stood on the spot, but his own perception had already spread to the surroundings, spreading to the mountains around Wangyue Mountain.
Mohe can feel very clearly that many of the vegetation growing in the mountains exudes vitality, but there are also some old trees that are also facing withering and losing their vitality.
Under the soil cover, there are still many tiny seeds, which are accumulating strength, taking root and sprouting, waiting to break out of the ground.
Every moment, the original vegetation is losing its vitality, and new life is also gestating in the soil, dying or withering, which brings not only the end and fear, but also makes Mohe realize the thickness and preciousness of a life.
Every new life, even if it is so small that it is just a weed that is about to break out of the soil, is also a miracle of life, one of the mortal beings in this world.
For every life that is about to embrace death, they also leave traces of their past. Although the decayed body will eventually be worn away by time, the seeds they leave behind will reproduce and continue from generation to generation, completing a kind of life. inherited.
Feeling this, a faint smile appeared on Mo He's face, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and stood quietly in the same place, but his consciousness had already sunk into the visualization map, and he had become a body in the boundless waters. That towering tree.
Mo He stretched his huge body, looked down at the boundless waters below his feet, and looked up at the stars all over his head, and then shook his branches and leaves gently.
As his branches and leaves swayed, every originally vibrant leaf quickly turned yellow and lost its vitality, and then fell from the tree, slowly falling to the surface of the boundless water below.
As the leaves fell, Mo He felt that the surrounding space seemed to be a little colder. Then, a gust of cold wind blew by, and snowflakes fell in this space.
Mo He felt that his already bare branches were soon covered by these snowflakes. This kind of burden was not heavy, but the cold made Mo He feel drowsy.
A voice in the dark told Mo He that he didn't have to resist this feeling, just go to sleep with this feeling, and when he woke up, everything would be completely new and even better.
Mo He chose to listen to the voice in the dark, because it was also what he thought in his heart.
As a result, Mo He's consciousness began to slowly fall asleep, and the towering tree he transformed into became very quiet, with its branches completely covered in snowflakes, as if wearing a silver dress.
The snowflakes were getting thicker and thicker, and the vitality on the trunk of the big tree transformed by Mohe seemed to have become weaker, as if it had become a tree that was about to wither and would embrace death at any time.
As the only life in this world, the omen that the Mo River is about to wither seems to have affected this world. The ice-free water under your feet is covered with a layer of ice. In the white and translucent ice layer, you can still see Frozen, withered leaves.
The bright stars above the sky also seem to have lost their former colors, the light has become much dimmer, and more starlight has disappeared directly.
The cold wind howled, and the falling snowflakes became bigger, making this lonely world resound with the sound of the wind blowing through the tree trunks, but this sound did not break this feeling of loneliness. Make this feeling of loneliness worse.
Under the blizzard and snow, it seemed that there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left in this world. If you didn't distinguish carefully, even the towering giant tree would be ignored.
Time passed by little by little, the wind and snow raged for an unknown amount of time, and finally there were signs of a cessation, the snowflakes falling in the sky became smaller, the wind gradually calmed down, and the whole world returned to tranquility.
As the snowflakes stopped, the surrounding temperature seemed to start to pick up, and the originally silvery white world seemed like a person who had fallen asleep and was about to wake up.
The boundless frozen waters began to dissolve little by little, and the starry sky above the head reappeared one after another, as if the world had opened its eyes again, looking at the scenery below.
In his peaceful sleep, Mo He only felt a slight itching in his body, which made his sleepy consciousness start to recover little by little.
Mo He shook the trunk slightly, and some dry bark and completely dead branches fell from his body, and this was just a subconscious movement of his, to relieve the itching feeling all over his body.
With these dead branches and the completely dry bark being shaken off, although the itchy feeling on Mo He's body existed, it made him feel a little more relaxed.
Mo He continued to shake his branches, and during this process, the vitality that had been restrained as he fell into a deep sleep began to explode completely.
On each branch, new green leaves were quickly pulled out. As Mo He shook his body, the crown of the tree was covered with leaves again.
At this time, the itching feeling on Mo He's body also disappeared, leaving only a sense of relief, feeling that when he woke up, his whole body was filled with an indescribable joy.
As a tree, the way Mohe can express this kind of carefree feeling is to continue to grow upwards and touch the sky.
His body quickly became taller and thicker. At the same time, Mo He felt that there seemed to be more things in this empty world than before, so that the originally monotonous things began to become colorful in his eyes. .
In the process of growing up like this, Mo He's consciousness broke away from the visualization map, and standing in front of the Qingmei Guanmen, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a mysterious look in his eyes.
"The Tao is mysterious, life and death are prosperous, life is death, and death is life!" Mo Hekou muttered to himself, and then the look in his eyes slowly disappeared, and the perception that was radiating outwards was withdrawn again.