"Zhu Wu's work really makes an old man like me feel scared." Master Tingyi's voice sounded in his ears again.
Huh? Didn't I say that before? Why are you saying it again
Jing Jiujiu was slightly stunned.
"Here... this is the Guye Mountain on the map." The man said in a trembling voice, accompanied by the sound of birds flapping their wings and chirping, and then flying away and returning to complete silence.
This is what Assistant Zeng said when he and Bai Yuhuai just walked into the forest.
It was as if a pair of big hands suddenly twisted the time machine and played it backwards. It was also like a revolving lantern before a person dies.
"Don't you like me?"
That was the voice of Jing Jiujiu asking Bai Yuhuai eagerly after she saw the netizens' comments on Ding Hanbing's phone.
"Ananda said to the Buddha, 'I see the thirty-two characteristics of the Tathagata.'"
It was when they were recording a program in the factory. Bai Yuhuai walked quickly from the factory gate, reciting the Shurangama Sutra, his hair was blown messy, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, but he carefully took the little paper man Jing Jiujiu down from the tree.
"You've really changed. You're so rude now."
It was during the filming of the movie, when the evil god of the castle possessed Guan Yan and said something to him. The next moment, Bai Yuhuai jumped down from the second floor and ran straight towards him, with a few drops of blood splattering on his body.
Jing Jiujiu was slightly startled, and the scene in front of him flipped, twisted, and quickly moved backwards - he saw a group of people slowly walking into the Sleeping Beauty Castle, and he stood on the high railing, looking down.
There was also the voice of a little robot in my ear: "What are you doing?"
This time, he did not leave early. He saw Kong Xiangqi open the refrigerator and the oranges rolled far away on the ground. He saw Bai Yuhuai bend down and pick one up.
It turned out that he didn't take it from the refrigerator, but picked it up from the ground.
Bai Yuhuai held the orange with a cold and indifferent look, a quality that came from his bones, that made him look superior and out of tune with the mundane world.
He seemed like two different people from Bai Yuhuai, whom Jing Jiujiu met later.
Bai Yuhuai seemed to want to throw away the orange, but he lowered his eyes and stared at the orange, then glanced in the direction of Jing Jiujiu, and finally put the orange on the table.
The oranges that he later showed to Jing Jiujiu must have been secretly put into his pocket by him.
Jing Jiujiu stared at him in a daze.
Looking at it from a different angle... it seemed to become more interesting. He could even see the subtle changes in Bai Yuhuai's emotions clearly.
The button of time continues to rotate backwards.
He vaguely remembered that when he was staring at the divine remains, Master Tingyi seemed to say in surprise: "Is this the mirror of the past in the underworld?"
Jing Jiujiu remembered that in some mythological stories, there was such a thing in the underworld, but it was called the Three Lives Stone. It could show what you had experienced in your previous three lives.
Mirror of the past... As the name suggests, it can reflect what happened in the past
So... am I looking at my own past
I don’t know how many scenes flashed by.
Until everything before his eyes suddenly turned dark.
"Bai Yuhuai?"
"Master Tingyi?"
"Brother Bai? Brother Bai?" He called out softly again and again, but it was still dark all around him.
He could see nothing, and no sound responded to him.
Until suddenly a "ding" sounded in his ears, like a bell being struck. The sound was clear and long, as if it could be heard tens of thousands of miles away.
After this sound was heard, it seemed that everyone became more aware of their hearing and vision.
Jing Jiujiu felt that she breathed in an extremely fresh air.
Then, the scene before his eyes finally slowly unfolded.
Here, the mountains stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. After the sound of the bell, it seemed to faintly turn into the divine music lingering in the mountains, which was pleasant and ethereal, and not like the sound of the human world.
At this time, countless men and women, like those in the murals, riding on cranes and driving on auspicious clouds, with fluttering clothes, walked towards Jing Jiujiu like celestial beings.
Jing Jiujiu was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.
Then he discovered that he could actually move.
Jing Jiujiu quickly lowered her eyes.
Stretch your arms and legs.
Soft and floppy.
He turned into a little paper man again.
Jing Jiujiu took steps with difficulty, but after a few steps he felt that the vast mountains were exhausting him to death and he could not finish the walk.
So when the next "immortal" flew over, he took advantage of the wind, grabbed the corner of the person's clothes, and hitchhiked.
According to myths and legends, immortals can travel 108,000 miles in a day.
Jing Jiujiu didn't know whether the myth was true or not, but it was true that in the blink of an eye, he followed the immortal to the earth.
Then he saw these immortals, who were no different from ordinary people, began to climb a high peak on foot.
None of them spoke a word, they just climbed up in silence.
There was dead silence all around.
Not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard.
Although the mountains and rivers will change with the passage of time, and the mountain in front of him is very unfamiliar to Jing Jiujiu, he still feels that... this is Guye Mountain.
The silence all around was similar to Bai Yuhuai's reaction after he stepped onto the mountain.
Is Bai Yuhuai among these people
Jing Jiujiu grabbed the fairy's skirt and climbed up, finally sitting on the jade crown on her head.
The higher you stand, the farther you can see.
But there were so many people here that his eyes were dazzled when he took a quick look, let alone finding Bai Yuhuai among them.
Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to grab the other person's hair and try to ensure that she would not fall off the cliff.
It was unknown how much time had passed before the immortals finally stopped.
Jing Jiujiu looked up.
There is a towering palace suspended there, which is less than one tenth of the size of Qishan Palace.
There are long steps leading down to the palace.
On both sides of the steps stand bronze statues of the Qilin and the Azure Dragon.
When they climbed the stairs, Jing Jiujiu saw the Qilin move, but it was soon pressed down by an invisible golden light.
The immortals were not surprised by such scenes, but their facial expressions changed slightly, as if they revealed a bit of awe and fear...
They climbed up to the main hall, entered the door, and bowed to the person on the seat, saying, "Greetings to the Immortal Lord."
They dared not even call his name.
Jing Jiujiu stretched her neck.
There was a tall and slender man sitting on the chair, dressed in a white robe, who looked very young. He gave people a feeling of indifference and dignity, as if he was on the top of a snowy mountain and unreachable. His hands were casually placed on the armrest of the jade chair, his clothes fluttered behind him, and his face was wrapped in a cloud of mist, so it was impossible to see clearly. In the mist, there were a few points of golden light faintly visible.
It was as if there was not a human head in the clouds.
And it stands there like a lamp.
Jing Jiujiu was surprised by her own guess, so she stared at the person on the seat more closely.
As for the other immortals, none of them dared to raise their heads.
The person sitting seemed to be aware of something and turned his head slightly.
Jing Jiujiu felt that he seemed to be looking at her.
Their eyes met vaguely, and a surge of power swept towards them...
Jing Jiujiu's mind moved.
Of course he is not a desk lamp.
But he... is Zhuo Wu
Is it the turbidity from a thousand years ago
Then, another powerful force suddenly came down on Jing Jiujiu. Jing Jiujiu did not react much, but the group of immortals knelt down and bowed their heads. Then they whispered, "Why is the Immortal King angry?"
"Please forgive me, Immortal Lord."
The man's face, hidden behind the mist, had a subtle change. His normally calm face now had a strange expression...
The next moment, all the immortals saw the man slowly stand up and walk down the stairs.
They trembled even more with fear.
The man was in front of them in a flash.
He stared at Jing Jiujiu.
What a courage.
How dare you bring such an evil thing before him
The man had a cold face. He reached out his hand and pinched Jing Jiujiu.
The immortal with Jing Jiujiu on his head was so frightened that he knocked his head to the ground, and the jade crown on his head was smashed to pieces. He could only utter with difficulty: "Immortal, Immortal Lord."
The man ignored him and just picked up Jing Jiujiu.
Jing Jiujiu kicked her legs.
… and pinched his butt again!
In an instant, the man's expression became even stranger.
This thing would suck away his energy... This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing! There was something in this world that could suck away his energy! Even part of his divine power ran to this thing.
And his energy was still surging with joy, as if it was scrambling to get into the body of this thing.
The man turned the Jingjiujiu over and over and squeezed it a few times.
Jing Jiujiu felt dizzy and burped.
Stop feeding. Stop feeding.
The person is going to die.
Jing Jiujiu quickly kicked her legs, turned over with difficulty in the man's palm, and bit the man's thumb.
Let go!
The man was stunned again and relaxed his grip slightly.
Nothing could hurt him.
But if this thing bites him, he will feel pain... He actually feels pain.
Seeing that he let go, Jing Jiujiu hurriedly climbed up along his wrist, arm, and shoulder.
He wants to see clearly!
The man didn't move at all, seemingly lost in thought.
The immortal whose crown was broken finally couldn't resist the suppressed panic in his heart and slowly raised his head.
When he looked up, he found that... the Immortal King stopped there and did not move.
"Immortal Lord?"
Jing Jiujiu climbed onto the man's ear, stepped onto his head, and stomped on it twice.
man:"… "
This evil creature is so rampant, isn't it afraid of being reduced to ashes and never being reincarnated
Jing Jiujiu had no idea what he was thinking. He sat on the man's head and began to pull his hair. He pulled out a few strands with great difficulty and then used the hair as a swing. He lay on his forehead, touching his eyelids here and stamping his nose there. He slid down to the man's mouth by the hair like a slide.
Jing Jiujiu can finally confirm—
The facial features are exactly the same.
He is Zhuo Wu and also Bai Yuhuai.
Jing Jiujiu pouted the flat lips of the little paper man and kissed the man on the lips.
man:
This evil creature wants to stuff itself into my mouth
Suck more air from my insides
Jing Jiujiu sighed softly.
How could Zhuo Wu from a thousand years ago be such a fool? He didn't move at all.
Jing Jiujiu grabbed the man's hair and started kicking him in the face. The man's skin twitched and he reached out to pinch the little paper man again.
"Snap", the hair broke, Jing Jiujiu held the hair and slid down along the man's collar, and was finally blocked at the waist.
Jing Jiujiu saw something particularly familiar and intimate.
He stamped his feet.
oh!!!
The chicken is still the same size!
He remembered Ting Yi asking Bai Yuhuai whether he was really reincarnated or he had not entered the cycle of reincarnation at all and just sealed his memory.
Zhuo Wu and he are the same person and have never changed.
At this moment, the immortal kneeling on the ground discovered that the immortal king, who had always been calm and self-possessed for thousands of years, suddenly had veins bulging on the back of his hand, and even his fingertips turned red.