Back in the Li Palace, when they talked about Wang Po's departure again, Xu Yourong said something similar.
"The country is dead."
Wang Po gave up the idea of seeking justice from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and gave up revenge on the Chen royal family. This is a very difficult thing.
On a spiritual level, this is no different from sacrificing for the country.
Chen Changsheng was deeply convinced, and then thought of the last sentence that his senior brother said.
"It's a beautiful thing to leave at the right time."
Whoever looked at it, these words were all about Shang Xingzhou.
Chen Changsheng did not deny this, but he always felt that this sentence had something to do with him.
"I may... be away for a while."
He said with some hesitation.
Xu Yourong said, "The reason?"
There are many reasons, such as the sentence just now, for example, the senior brother was so strict when he taught the young junior to practice calligraphy, which reminded him of his master.
For example, many ministers and common people are praising, saying that the elder brother is more and more like Emperor Taizong.
But these reasons can't be said, because they are all his conjectures without any evidence, and this kind of conjecture is really irresponsible.
He didn't say it, but Xu Yourong knew it.
"Maybe you're overthinking it," she said.
"Yes." Chen Changsheng looked at her and said seriously: "But before Emperor Taizong did those things, he might not be the Emperor Taizong we know. He was the King of Qi praised by everyone. Prisoner, maybe it was a choice he was forced to make."
Xu Yourong said, "So?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I don't want him to become the second Emperor Taizong, so... I want to leave."
"If it's just for this reason, I don't support it, because it's a completely passive excuse."
Xu Yourong said: "To live should be a collection of active actions."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "I also want to leave myself."
Xu Yourong said those two words again: "Reason?"
Chen Changsheng said, "I want to know where I come from."
From the age of ten, he lived under the shadow of death.
The Holy Empress of Tianhai helped him to change his fate that day in Tianshu Mausoleum. Finally, he no longer had to think about death every day, and he was qualified to think about other issues.
Apart from the issue of life and death, the most important issues in life are those three.
Who are you
Where are you from
Where are you headed
To answer the third question, we must first clarify the first two questions.
The war with the demons is not completely over, but there is no need for him to do anything.
Shang Xingzhou and Heipao said that he was from the Holy Light Continent, and he wanted to visit there.
"I accept that reason."
Xu Yourong said, "But it shouldn't take too long."
Chen Changsheng was a little surprised and said, "Aren't you going to go with me?"
Xu Yourong said seriously: "I was born in Kyoto."
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Chen Changsheng returned to Xining Town. Until this time, he was still thinking about the last conversation with You Rong, and then he remembered Tang Thirty-Six's evaluation of You Rong in the Liziyuan Inn in Kyoto many years ago—that was a speechless speech. Said woman.
This answer made Chen Changsheng a little relieved, but he forgot that Tang Thirty-Six had the same evaluation of him.
He, the pope, left suddenly, not to mention being irresponsible, but it really left people speechless.
In the depths of winter, the flowering trees by the stream have become bald, there are no petals on the water, and there are no books in the old temple.
Chen Changsheng slept in the old temple for one night, woke up at five o'clock the next morning, washed his face with the stream water, and then walked over there. Over there the mist grew deeper and thicker, becoming clouds at its thickest, and in the clouds were streams, vines, skittish fawns, and many shadowy and unknown beasts.
These are the environments he is very familiar with, and he couldn't stop his footsteps until he reached the foot of the lonely peak.
A unicorn appeared, the whole body was white, like a ghost.
Chen Changsheng looked at it quietly.
He knew that the unicorn had been waiting for him for many years.
"You don't have to be with anyone, you're fine with yourself."
Chen Changsheng looked at it and shook his head, said with a smile, "Go."
The unicorn left with some reluctance, and would look back at him after walking a dozen steps.
Chen Changsheng watched it quietly, without turning around and leaving. He didn't continue his journey until it disappeared into the depths of the thick clouds.
The lonely peak is surrounded by clouds all the year round, the surface is very humid, there are moss everywhere, and there is endless running water.
But for sanctuary powerhouses, these are not difficult, just like flat ground.
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Nine days ago, the sun fell into the cloud tomb and never appeared again.
On the tenth day, Chen Changsheng came to the lonely peak.
Except for the sea of clouds, there is nothing here, and it is very deserted, which makes him feel lonely.
He sat on the rock at the top of the peak, took out a fruit, and ate it slowly and carefully.
There are many things in the scabbard, including food, which Zhizhi personally prepared, and the portion is quite large, but he didn't ask for anything, he just ate a piece of fruit.
Just like he chose to climb instead of reaching the peak in other ways, this may be the sense of ritual he needs.
After eating the fruit, he looked up to the sky and found that the sky was in front of him.
He stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that the sky had a good touch, not as hard as he imagined, but smooth and somewhat elastic, just like You Rong's face.
He closes his eyes.
Three thousand swords whizzed out, flying back and forth above the sea of clouds, looking extremely happy, probably they also knew that they were about to go to another world.
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Chen Changsheng reached the other side of the sky, and then fell to the ground.
It didn't hurt very much, because the ground was covered with green grass, which was very soft.
This is a grassland with a radius of hundreds of feet.
Chen Changsheng looked back, and saw that the broken spatial crystal wall was slowly closing, and the color of the sky became lighter and lighter until it disappeared without a trace.
He could see very clearly that the solitary peak that reached up to the sky in Middle-earth seemed to be facing him from this side.
It turns out that the two continents are not parallel, but perpendicular.
Middle-earth is like a wall to this place.
The prairie was really small, and it took only a moment to walk out.
Outside the grassland is the desert, and the white gravel forms a world like a white sea.
The nine sun rays are so dazzling.
Chen Changsheng randomly chose a direction to walk.
One step is miles.
Soon he encountered the natives of this continent.
More and more Aboriginal people.
No one came to ask about his origin, and no one dared to stop him.
The aborigines looked at him in awe, and parted like a tide until the altar was exposed.
The weather was really hot, but the monk in white was sitting on the altar, letting the sun be exposed.
At that time, Chen Changsheng once followed the spirit of the Empress Tianhai and met him by the stream in Xining Town.
"I'm about to die, my blood is exhausted, so I'm a little cold."
The monk in white explained to him.
Chen Changsheng said, "It's really cold here."
The monk in white said it was cold, so why did he think it was cold here
You must know that the nine suns in the sky are real.
"Are you here to take us home?"
asked the monk in white.
Hearing this sentence, hundreds of thousands of people around the altar knelt down like a tide, praying with crying: "Everyone is home."
Chen Changsheng looked at these people and remained silent.
The monk said: "Your master once promised me. If you don't agree, I will wait for your younger brother to do this."
Chen Changsheng said: "If I can come back, I will seriously consider this matter."
The monk understood what he meant and said, "Would you like to see the way?"
Chen Changsheng said, "Yes."
The monk said: "You should be clear, this is not the Holy Light Continent."
Chen Changsheng nodded.
He already knew a long time ago that this is not the Holy Light Continent.
If the Holy Light Continent was so close, the Middle Earth Continent would have been enslaved by that god long ago.
This is the once main civilization continent, now an abandoned place.
Those blazing, scorching, seemingly energetic lights are not real Holy Light, but an illusion.
This continent has lost all its energy, its vitality is constantly being lost, and it is constantly declining with time.
"Back then, we sent three drops of uncle's blood to the Holy Light Continent through the altar."
The monk in white said, "And then you came."
The uncle he was talking about was Chen Xuanba.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, and asked, "Can people from the Holy Light Continent come here through the altar?"
"This altar can only transport inanimate objects."
The monk in white shook his head and said, "Uncle Wang's blood is not alive, and the Zhetian Sword is not alive."
Chen Changsheng said, "But I am alive."
The monk in white said: "Don't you understand now? When you were sent back, you were just a fruit."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while again, and said, "Then how was I born?"
The monk in white said, "It's also October pregnancy."
Chen Changsheng understood, and said with a glimmer of hope, "Is she still alive?"
The monk in white looked at him with some pity, just like looking at the girl more than twenty years ago.
"She died when you were born."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, and said, "You are all bad people."
The you in this sentence refer to the monk in white, the black robe, and his master Shang Xingzhou.
"The Holy Light Continent has always wanted to pass through this altar and open up the space channel."
The monk in white said: "The closest thing to success was more than ten years ago. They waited for Shang Xingzhou to use you to launch divine punishment, or use my spirit as a guide."
It wasn't until this time that Chen Changsheng realized why the Holy Empress cared the most about the spirits of the monks by the stream in Xining Town when she was fighting against the three saints.
He looked into the white monk's eyes and said, "So you are the worst one."
The monk in white said after a moment of silence: "I have never been to the Holy Light Continent, but I have felt the power of the gods before. That is not something we can fight against."
Chen Changsheng said: "Even so, you can't be the enemy's vanguard."
The monk in white said: "If it wasn't for the Holy Light Continent to replenish energy here through the altar, this continent would have been completely deserted."
Chen Changsheng said: "If it weren't for the Holy Queen, Middle-earth would have been deserted."
The monk in white said: "I have always felt that the Holy Empress Tianhai is not dead."
Chen Changsheng recalled that back in Xining Town, the Holy Empress once told this monk that she had her own inheritance.
What exactly does the inheritance of the Holy Empress Tianhai refer to? Is it Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng, or Xu Yourong
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Abandoned land, deserted everywhere.
On the edge of the desert, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the oasis where the aborigines live, there is a sea.
There are no living creatures in this sea, just like a dead sea.
But no matter how desolate the world is, there will still be some very different lives, or it is no longer life, but undead.
There were huge waves on the sea surface, and the cold wind howled.
A Nether Bone Dragon more than ten miles long kept moving through the wind and waves.
This ghost bone dragon didn't want to show off its power to the world, nor did it want to tell the gods about its despair, but was forced to be helpless.
A squirrel crouched in the bone dragon's eye like a black dot.
It looked at the oncoming waves, not afraid at all, and made happy calls from time to time.
It turned out that this ghost bone dragon was playing with it.
By the sea, a black sheep quietly looked at the sky, not knowing what it was thinking.
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"I'm going to the Holy Light Continent."
"I've never been to the Holy Light Continent, and I can't."
"How did Su Li get there?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he should have gone through Jialan Temple."
Hearing this sentence, Chen Changsheng was very surprised.
He knew that Wang Zhice and Wu Daozi had been in the Jialan Temple, and they were probably trying to restore the murals of the year and renew the Buddhist inheritance.
Everyone thought that the Jialan Temple must be in a very remote mountain. Who would have thought that the Jialan Temple was not in the Middle-earth Continent, but in the abandoned land.
Walking into Jialan Temple, Wu Daozi was still drawing pictures on the wall.
Then, he saw Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice has white hair all over his head, and he is playing the flute softly. He doesn't know who he is missing.
Chen Changsheng didn't apologize, but he showed respect.
It turns out that Wang Zhice has been guarding the most important passage for the human race all these years.
If Jialan Temple can lead to the Holy Light Continent.
"There is a spatial crack here, which is very unstable and needs to be repaired all the time."
Wang Zhice put down his flute and said to him, "This is what Mr. Wu did."
Wu Daozi stared at the painting on the wall and said with a sneer: "At the time when I was in Li Palace, I didn't know who beat me so badly. Now you know how important I am?"
Wang Zhice said: "I don't have much time and energy to take care of other things."
Since knowing that Wang Zhice is still alive, there have been many bad comments about him.
Ignoring the world is irresponsible.
Chen Changsheng had similar thoughts, but he didn't know until today that these were all misunderstandings.
The Garan Temple is too important. Compared with this, the power struggles and life-and-death struggles in Middle-earth are really trivial matters.
"Since there is a space crack here, why didn't the gods break through a space passage from here?"
Chen Changsheng asked.
Wang Zhice said: "Because the gods can't guarantee that this space channel is one-way."
Chen Changsheng didn't understand the reason for this.
Wang Zhice said, "You'll know when you go there."
Chen Changsheng said, "Have you been there?"
Wang Zhice said, "I'm not ready to meet the other party yet."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Isn't Su Li a little irresponsible for doing this with me?"
Wang Zhice said: "Curiosity is the most beautiful human nature we are born with, and it is worth taking risks and even giving everything for it."
Chen Changsheng said, "How should I go?"
Wang Zhice took him in front of the mural.
There are many scenes painted on the wall.
A building with a spire naturally has a sacred meaning in its lines.
There are grasslands and white clouds, scattered huts, a lively market, and the Colosseum, which looks sunny but is actually gloomy.
From the perspective of architectural style, these are very similar to Xuelao City.
There are also many intelligent beings on the murals that are different from the human race.
Some artisan-like beings are like low-level demons, only shorter, and some are very beautiful, much like the Xiuling people who live in Daxizhou.
Chen Changsheng became more and more engrossed in watching it, and he didn't wake up until he heard the bell.
As far as the eye could see, it was a blue pasture, with white clouds floating in the blue sky, bells were ringing from the church in front, and shouts were coming from a square building.
That language was very close to the language of the demons, and Chen Changsheng could understand it, which should be the meaning of class.
It turned out that he had come to the Holy Light Continent.