Reincarnation is gone.
Pangu died.
The gods withdrew.
The short night passed.
The entire universe seemed to have not changed at all from before the night, but it seemed to have changed a lot in the dark.
There are too many rumors about the wilderness.
For example, Xie Buchen, the Saint of Ziwei, whose monument was erected by the Great Venerable Jianchou himself; the mysterious Tianmu Dream Old Man who was good at making dreams; and the Great Venerable Jianchou, who was both good and evil and received mixed reviews...
"Destruction" was because it was rumored in Shangxu that she was the one who destroyed the reincarnation of the entire world. Even the real fall of Pangu the Great was related to her, and she was cursed countless times; "reputation" was because of her extraordinary fighting power. Even though the gods were powerful, firstly, the reincarnation had been destroyed, secondly, Pangu was dead, and thirdly, they could not defeat Jianchou, so their ambition to rule the universe again was extinguished.
Of course, the main reason is that we can’t win.
Zhang Tang was very clear about this in his heart.
At this moment, he was standing behind the newest great master in this universe, watching her brush away the dust covering the tombstone bit by bit.
The four words "Jianchou's Tomb" were written on the monument.
If you turn your eyes and look around, you can see that behind this tombstone, there are countless similar graves, and the same name is engraved on each tombstone.
After the samsara was destroyed, the ghost cultivators in the extreme area of the Yuanshi Realm became the veritable "last generation of ghost cultivators". However, the battle in the wasteland also broke the restrictions between the upper and lower worlds, and even the concept of "ascension" no longer existed. After all, the so-called "immortals" were actually just cultivators with higher cultivation. Therefore, ghost cultivators became a type among the ten thousand cultivators, and there was not much difference between them.
"I am still very curious when I think about it." Jianchou stared at the tombstone, but asked Zhang Tang behind him without turning his head, "Master Zhang, you said that I clearly asked you to destroy the Ghost Axe as soon as you descended to the Desolate Territory, but why was it so late in the end?"
Zhang Tang put his hands in his sleeves, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and said calmly: "It's a little late, but I always act slowly and properly."
appropriate…
Jianchou was so angry that he almost laughed. He just said, "Didn't you decide to take action only after you heard me claim that I wanted to replace Pangu and become the new Great Lord?"
Zhang Tang did not feel guilty at all: "Of course not. Your becoming a great master has nothing to do with me."
Jianchou finally didn't want to pay any attention to this dead face anymore.
Anyway, although she has both good and bad reputations, she is still a great figure after all. Zhang Tang, the former cruel official of Daxia and the King of Hell of the Extreme Realm, even though he has lost his official position, still has a status above everyone else in Shangxu because of his past relationship with her.
This is called "it doesn't matter"!
"After Pangu fell asleep, the Nine-headed Bird still tried its best to revive him." She sighed, paused, and then said, "I think if I were to fall into Pangu's situation one day, Lord Zhang would probably just build a torture hall in my grave to try the criminals."
Zhang Tang raised his dull eyes, scanned this desolate planet full of graves, shook his head, and said, "It's scary."
"… "
Jianchou finally couldn't help but turned around and looked at him intently for a long time.
"This is the first time I've heard that someone actually despises my cemetery, and the one who does it is a cruel skinning official."
Zhang Tang lowered his eyes and looked at her, saying calmly: "Every grave you dig up has the same person lying inside. Isn't it scary? In fact, since you can understand all the possibilities from the turbulence, you should be able to find the you who can really kill Pangu. In other words, you who are lying under every grave at this moment can be saved. As long as you let this you take action in advance. But now, there is only one you standing here."
"So what?" Jianchou shook his head. "Killing Pangu is only one of the problems. What I need more is that drop of heart fire. A drop of heart fire is a drop of spark. How can we reignite the universe without it? Those gods are not fools."
As she spoke, she actually laughed.
All I remember is the stone that wanted to turn into a star in the sky.
At this moment, his eyes were vague and he looked up at the sky.
The starry sky is bright.
"When all my memories become one, all my memories are melted together. It's not just that I have all my memories, but all my memories. Every me is exactly the same, all stagnant water..."
"What's the fun of a known life?"
"The world doesn't need so many boring people like me. Or rather, I don't want them."
Zhang Tang frowned slightly: "But there is another person lying here who you killed long ago, and you don't even know his future."
Without him having to say the following words, Jianchou already knew what he actually wanted to say: since there is still an unknown possibility, then all these dead women may not be a pool of stagnant water. In other words, they do not necessarily have to die.
It can be seen that Chou did not explain a word.
She just smiled and asked Zhang Tang: "Master Zhang, do you think the one standing in front of you right now is me or one of them?"
Zhang Tang was stunned for a moment, then finally understood.
His usually dull and stern face now showed a rare faint smile.
Not "me", and not any of them.
Memory is life.
The one standing before him at this moment is one Jianchou, and also all Jianchou; one "I", and also all "I's".
Jianchou looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Master Zhang looks good when he smiles."
Zhang Tang's smile disappeared immediately.
He glanced at Jianchou coldly, and then returned to his deadpan look. He left after leaving a message: "We have something to ask you at Yashan. Come take a look before you leave."
Jianchou raised his brows slightly and was too lazy to argue with him.
After he left, she stood there for a long time, staring at this earliest tombstone. The person lying inside had never merged with her even once, so her dissipated memory became her only unknown.
But she could think of many more unknowns.
Does this represent a whole new possibility
Perhaps if she steps out of this universe, she will encounter a completely new world outside that is beyond her knowledge and can overturn all existing rules, turning this only unknown into infinite possibilities
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Another year of left and right three thousand small meetings.
Ever since the restrictions between the Upper Ruins and the Lower Realm were lifted, the powerful monks who ascended from the Primordial Realm would come back to visit from time to time.
What about Fudaoshanren, Zheng Yao, Bajidaozun...
That's fine.
What’s even more terrifying is that the Green Leaf Ancestor would come back to visit, and sometimes he would bring Dai Dai, who was like a burden.
On the way back to Yashan, Jianchou saw many familiar faces: Wang Que, Wu Duan, Xiahou She, Lu Xiangleng...
Some people's cultivation has improved, while others remain the same.
Some people recovered from their wounds, while others suffered new injuries.
She only flew over the sky above the 19 continents and landed on the Yashan Road, following the road that she was most familiar with in the past, heading towards the Lanyue Palace.
Fudaoshanren didn't come back often, and the former head of the sect, Zheng Yao, always complained that he somehow got mixed up with the monks.
But Jianchou didn't care much.
It was midnight when she arrived at the Lanyue Palace.
Fang Xiaoxie was the only one in the hall. When he saw her coming back, he jumped down from the window overlooking the Jiutou River and called out, "Uncle Jianchou."
Seeing sorrow, he asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Xiaoxie raised his hand and a small box appeared in his palm. He didn't say anything, but just turned it over to Jianchou.
After opening it, it was empty.
The things that were originally inside were gone!
"How could it be..."
Until he walked out of the Lanyue Palace, Jianchou still couldn't figure it out, so he just spread out all his senses around him, but couldn't find any trace of that thing.
She stood silently in the stone pavilion halfway up the mountain for a long time. She thought, since she was about to leave, she should go up and take a look.
So his body rode the wind and went up under the moon.
The Yashan sword is still in its sheath.
After Qu Zhengfeng, it has been a long time since anyone could pull out this sword.
She landed on the flat top of the mountain, used a short stone as a table, brought out a pot of wine, placed two cups on the table, and sat down facing the giant sword of Yashan with only the scabbard exposed.
Fill your own glass.
He also filled the cup placed opposite him with wine.
Jianchou picked up the cup and drank it.
The seat opposite was still empty. The full wine cup was placed there, reflecting only the clear light of the mountain moon.
She then thought that this would be the last time she would drink with the Sword Emperor.
One cup after another.
The aroma of the wine spread far away.
At night, a drunkard smelled it, and his extremely sensitive nose followed the smell and came. He was a red-faced old man with white hair and a youthful face. When he saw Jianchou, he was extremely surprised: "You are drinking here alone?"
Jianchou recognized the old man at the first sight. He was the mentally retarded man with a terrifyingly long life who claimed to be almost omniscient, no, ahem, Zhilinsou.
Qu Zhengfeng had a very good relationship with him during his lifetime.
Although she rarely appeared in recent years, Zhilinsou often came to see her, under the pretext of writing her biography. She didn't care whether it was written or not, she just talked to him for the sake of Qu Zhengfeng in the past. But this guy always took the opportunity to shamelessly take some wine back from Yashan.
After a few interactions, we became familiar with each other.
Without even having to ask, Zhilinsou sat down next to Jianchou, but was careful not to sit opposite her. He asked directly, "Old man, I heard something strange happened in Yashan. Someone lost something, or was it yours?"
Jianchou said, "There is a heart that was put in a box and it disappeared."
Heart
Although Zhilinsou was talking, his eyes were already fixed on the cup between Jianchou's fingers. Without thinking, he continued, "How could it be lost out of nowhere? Could someone have dared to steal the heart of the Great Venerable?"
That's right...
Jianchou was feeling somewhat melancholy just now, but Zhilinsou's words actually made her laugh.
But she was too lazy to correct whose heart it was and continued drinking as usual.
When Zhilinsou saw her like this, he couldn't help but recall the scene on the Kunwu Sea of Clouds. For a moment, he even forgot to ask for wine and only thought of what she had done in the past thousand years.
After she ended the cycle of reincarnation and became a great master, she devoted herself to preaching.
"My" Tao has now become a prominent Tao, and I often debate with those monks who clamor to rebuild the cycle of reincarnation. When I encounter the stubborn ones, no one can convince anyone else.
As for the gods, she ignored them all.
Whether there is a dispute between gods and humans, or between humans, she has never intervened.
Others can't help but question and worry about this.
Jianchou only replied: They are all disputes, what's the difference? You can suppress one thing, but you can't suppress everything.
But recently, when he was drinking with some old friends in Yashan, he heard people say that she might leave.
Zhilinsou didn't quite understand what the word "go" meant.
He pondered for a long time, and suddenly said: "Come to think of it, last time the old man asked about the extinction of reincarnation, the Great Venerable had not answered yet."
Jianchou had a headache, wondering whether his decision to leave this world was a wise one. It might not be entirely because of the agreement with Fu Chaosheng. Zhilinsou's noise could definitely be the primary reason.
She sighed inwardly.
After thinking for a while, I finally answered him: "The times create heroes, and heroes create the times. Sometimes people are changed by the world, but sometimes people can also change the world. The strong have their own actions and their own inactions. I just chose the former. Winners take it all. If you succeed, then wrong is also right; if you fail, then right is also wrong. So instead of asking me whether I am right or wrong, it is better to spend the long time in the future. There will be answers for everything."
As for other people, let them criticize you.
"That, that Pangu..."
Zhilinsou thought of the rumors that were secretly spread, for example, Jianchou once said that he wanted to "kill Pangu".
He thought that since he was going to write a biography for Jianchou, he should understand these things clearly, right
Seeing the look of sorrow, he became a little silent: "I can be counted as half of the people who killed Pangu. He led the human race to migrate to this world and protected the whole race. Everyone regarded him as a god. But he was just a mortal. Now he is a god, but he may become a demon with a single thought. Although I sent him to death today, who knows if I will not be another Pangu in the future?"
People change.
No one dares to say that he is always right.
Everything in the world has its ups and downs. Now she has replaced Pangu and established the "I" path after reincarnation. In the future, someone will definitely replace her and establish another path outside of the "I" path. This cycle will repeat itself, and as long as the existence of this world has not been destroyed, this change will never stop.
The old is always replaced by the new.
What was right in the past may become wrong today.
Jianchou was very open-minded about these things, just like in the past years, she always maintained the posture of a neutral arbitrator. After the Great War in the Wilderness, she never really participated in any disputes again.
Zhilinsou didn't quite understand what he heard.
But none of this really matters.
His mind finally returned to the wine. After looking eagerly for a long time, he didn't see Jianchou actively inviting him to drink as usual, so he had no choice but to approach with a smug look: "Hey, the wine you drank today smells very good! The wine glass looks very unique, too!"
The wine looked like ordinary wine, the liquid was a deep dark green; the wine glass was also ordinary, with a hint of dark red.
Jianchou didn't even need to listen to what Zhilinsou said next. Just by hearing his cough, he knew what he was going to say.
Under normal circumstances, she would have poured it for the other party long ago.
But today, she shook her head, put down the empty wine cup, and said, "You can't drink this glass of wine today."
Zhilinsou was so angry that he glared at him: "Nonsense, my alcohol tolerance is as high as that of seawater! There is nothing I cannot drink! Really, you are getting more and more arrogant after becoming a great master. I, I ranked you in the small meeting!"
Well, here comes the guy who takes advantage of his seniority.
Seeing that he really wanted to drink, and thinking that he might not believe it even if he told him, Jianchou stretched out his hand and grasped the air, producing a dark red wine cup out of thin air.
Zhilinsou didn't even see what kind of magic it was.
Then, Jianchou picked up the jug of wine next to him and filled it up.
When Mr. Zhilin smelled the aroma of the wine, he took a deep breath and was so intoxicated that he couldn't wait any longer and quickly reached out to take it.
"Huh?"
One hand reached out to pick up the wine cup, but couldn't lift it.
The whole wine cup seemed to be growing on the stone platform!
He immediately glanced at Jianchou, as if he understood everything: "Oh, you only pick on old people, right?"
This time Zhilinsou used both hands: "I'll hold it!"
No end to move.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
He even used up all his spiritual power, and his already red face was about to bleed, but the wine cup remained motionless!
Zhilinsou was angry: "You think I cheated you Yashan of too much wine, so you are deliberately not letting me drink it? Believe it or not, if you make me angry, I will write a nonsense about you when I go back, and you will be infamous for eternity!"
Jianchou didn't take the threat seriously at all. He just lowered his eyes, picked up the wine cup that Zhilinsou couldn't lift no matter what, and said lightly: "I brew wine alone, and my sincerity is the cup..."
Only the bravest man in the world can drink it.
The cup of sincerity is light, but the wine of loneliness is heavy.
It is quite normal that Zhilinsou cannot lift it.
She raised her hand and head, having finished the wine in the glass.
When the wine cup was put down again, the moonlight filled the eyes, adding a bit of loneliness.
Jianchou stood up and was about to disappear into the night.
Zhilinsou recalled the rumors he had heard before, looked at her back, and asked without thinking, "Where are you going, Great Master?"
Jianchou didn't even turn his head and said casually, "I don't know."
Zhilinsou was startled for a moment, and couldn't help looking at the stone platform. Across from where Jianchou had just been, there was a full cup of wine. He asked again, "What about this cup of wine if you leave?"
Jianchou replied: "Leave it to the next generation."
When the voice fell, the man was already beyond the starry sky.
Just like Fu Chaosheng who was determined to go to the edge of the universe at that time, Jianchou at this moment was also stepping on this brilliant galaxy towards the unknown.
Maybe you will find Pangu's homeland when you step out, or maybe it is a brand new world;
Maybe she can see Fu Chaosheng again, or maybe she will be lost in the unknown.
The unknown always means danger.
But for Jianchou at this moment, all the uncertainties mean new possibilities and an adventure that she could not predict.
The wind and moon of Yashan are left behind.
Also including the Yashan sword that is still in its scabbard.
Long, long time from now, there will be countless monks, some mediocre and some talented, who will come to Yashan, climb to the top of the mountain and try to pick up this glass of wine.
But it is just like the Yashan sword standing firmly on top of its scabbard.
For a very long time, no one could pick up this glass of wine.
Later generations called the last drinking place of Jianchou Zun "Jiaochou Terrace", and the cup of wine that no one ever picked up again was called "Jianchou Wine".
Just like what I said when I saw sorrow was about to leave -
Always waiting for the next generation.
On this day, Zhilinsou returned to his own pavilion in a rage, hating himself for not being able to lift the glass of wine, so he opened and drank all the wine he had brought from Yashan a while ago.
Drink till you are full.
While drunk, I swore to do my best to discredit Jianchou in the "Biography of the Great Master Jianchou"!
The boy holding the pen for him was trembling with fear, but he still couldn't stop his curiosity and asked carefully, "Sir, they all say that the Great Venerable has passed away and is no longer in this world. Is that true?"
"Nonsense!"
Old Man Zhilin staggered, grabbed the pen from the child's hand, stood in front of the spread out rice paper on the table, and shouted.
"She's not gone, she's still here!"
The child was dumbfounded.
Old Man Zhilin burped and was already drunk. He just raised the brush dipped in ink, half-reciting and half-chanting, muttering something, and scribbled on the rice paper with his pen.
Then he slammed the pen onto the desk.
He was still holding the wine jar, raised his hand and pointed, saying, "Look, there it is!"
The little boy leaned forward to take a look blankly. The book on the table was half written, with the six characters "The Chronicle of the Great Master Jianchou" at the top.
Those few lines of words on the rice paper have a hint of drunkenness.
He carefully identified it, but it was—
In this world, in the other world, in the mortal world, in the legend, in everything under the heavens, we must tread cautiously and have the courage and perseverance to make progress!
(end)