Zi Wei Bu Tian Di

There used to be a simple tomb beside the half-mountain pavilion in Xishan, which was built into a Confucian temple by later generations of literati. The statues of gods enshrined in the temple are quite upright and beautiful, and it is said that they were carved according to Xie Mo's appearance.I took a look, without judging.If Xie Mo could grow up like this, then I wouldn't just glance at him and not look at him any more.I have come here repeatedly, Xie Mo in the grave is only left with a bone that is about to melt into the ground, no matter what, I can't see the slightest appearance of Ziwei from the mottled bones, and I can't help doubting myself. Whether I made a mistake in my judgment this time, I can't help but come and see from time to time.Every time I come back, I have to complain that this thank you is too stingy, and I didn’t even leave a good coffin for myself, so I didn’t even have a place to lie down in the grave.

The general's tomb in Nanshan is not much better.Although this Song Hongfei is more recent, but this handsome man was too vigorous, he burned himself to ashes with a torch after his death, and when I went down to the grave, I could only talk to myself with that pottery pot that could buy a carload for a tael of silver at the market Talking to himself, not to mention the slightest clue that he might be Ziwei from the white ash in the pot.Soldiers of later generations would come to pay their respects before enlisting in the army and before going out to battle. As many people worshiped, someone repaired it. Gradually, the Caotou Tomb in the mountains also took on the appearance of a general's tomb.When the emperor of heaven is in a good mood, he will be in a fairy wind to cheer up the soldiers who are about to go to war. Therefore, the tomb of Song Shuai became more and more popular, and later it was built into Song Shuai's mansion.I often think that if Song Hongfei, who passed away not too long ago, has not been reincarnated, he will come to teach me in his dream to destroy his lucid dream.

Unfortunately, I went to the underworld to check the reincarnations of these two people. One was cast as a bird, and the other was sent as a fish.They are no longer a serious person, and have polished off the little clues I had to find Ziwei.

Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly.

These two outstanding civil and military leaders are very good at reincarnation.

I, a great immortal in the sky and a living person in the world, have been sleeping in these two graves for nearly a hundred years. I have read every civil official and military general in the past hundred years, and I have never seen Zi Mo more like Xie Mo and Song Hongfei. tiny people.

I think, both of them are probably the reincarnation of Ziwei.

If yes, which lives are they in Ziwei?

Is it the fourth or fifth world?

After a hundred years, I came to the tea pavilion to listen to the story again.

In the peaceful and prosperous age, there has been no war for a hundred years, the country is strong and the people are rich, the tea kiosk by the roadside has been built into a luxurious post station, and there are people talking about it inside.The storyteller, with oily hair and noodles, looks a lot better than the one a hundred years ago, but he lacks the casualness of the countryside, which I don't like.

Although I didn't like it, I still came to listen to the book for three days in a row. The jokes now are full of loopholes than in the past. I endured for three days, but I didn't hear half a decent character in the story, so I had to carry half a jug Tea and headed for the city.

Yuezhou City is the only way for ships on the sea route.

There is Yuefeng Mountain in the city, and the mountains in the south are generally not high. This mountain is the highest mountain along the coast.

Enter the city gate and pass down the mountain.

For no reason, he looked up.

The hill is not high, the slope is gentle, and the top of the mountain can be seen at a glance.There seems to be a building on the top. When you look closely, the building is quite majestic.

Anyway, I was not in a hurry, I walked up the mountain and stopped at the downstairs on the top of the mountain.

Zhenhai Tower - the name is very powerful!

The building is built according to the mountains and facing the sea, with the ocean to the south and the basin to the north.

I stood downstairs and met the old man guarding the building.

The old man said that he guarded this building all his life.

Benxian felt strange: "What's so strange about this building, why do you want someone to guard it?"

The old man glanced at Ben Tiandi and didn't bother to respond.

Generally speaking, the eyes of old people are cloudy and dry, but this old man has surprisingly clear eyes.I couldn't help following his gaze and looked a few more times, but he gave me a sharp look.

Ben Tiandi touched his nose, full of curiosity, and stood not far away to watch him sweep the building.

I can't say why, but I think this old man looks familiar.

In the past 600 years, I have seen many people, and slowly seeing everyone is the same.From this point of view, I am familiar with everyone I meet.But this old man, I always feel that something is different.

Is it possible that they really are acquaintances?

However, the acquaintances of this Emperor of Heaven are all gods. He has been in the mortal world for hundreds of years, and he has also met many acquaintances of monsters, but this old man has no fairy aura in him, is not a reincarnation of a god, and has no demon aura. Naturally, he is not my acquaintance.I have seen many gods who have been reincarnated, and I can see their immortal aura in the crowd from a long distance away.The person in front of me has no celestial energy, no celestial brilliance, but has a light and strange skeleton. If I met him decades ago, maybe I could teach him how to cultivate. Now...he is a bit old, let's calculate his life expectancy, Time is running out, too late.

Ben Xian has a bad hobby, uh... that... some judge people by their appearance.For this reason, I have suffered a lot. For example, I missed Xie Mo and Song Hongfei who were alive back then, and I am still wondering whether their not-so-superior looks are Ziwei's reincarnation.

Ordinarily, no matter how good-looking he is, he can't stand the weather of time. This old man can vaguely see his handsome appearance when he was young. Even Ben Xian, who has a picky aesthetic, can't help but look at him more.

The old man obviously felt my gaze, and his eyes were full of awe and arrogance when he turned around.

Like an accused voyeur, I touch my nose again.

The sun is westward, and the old man is busy all day.

Before this, Benxian didn't know how busy guarding a building was. I saw him spend half a day cleaning up and down, and another half day carrying mud to repair the wall and mixing red paint.In the evening, he closed the windows one by one, and when he was about to close the door, he finally took a look at me, and the meaning was very clear: Are you still going?

I felt a little resentful at his gaze, and touched my nose again.

He closed the door unceremoniously, blocking Benxian from the building.

The Emperor of Heaven likes to sleep in high places in the mortal world, and the mortal world has been rolling in the red dust for 600 years. This immortal is still not used to it. It turns out that today I happened to meet a small building on the top of the mountain, and I could have a more comfortable place to live. I didn't touch the door of the building, let alone go into the building to sleep.

However, the scenery on the top of the mountain is very good, and the stars are shining brightly at night, so sleeping here under the curtain of the sky is also a good pastime.

On the second day, at dawn, the door of the building opened.

I slept on the tree branch next to the building all night, and my bones were uncomfortable from being crushed. When I saw the old man come out and punch a set in the morning light, his body bones were probably better than that of an old fairy like me.

Ben Xian felt a little ashamed.

I jumped off the branch, startling the old man.

"Are you a fairy or a monster?" the old man asked.

"Have you ever seen a fairy or a monster?" I asked back.

The old man didn't speak, but frowned as he looked towards Wang Yang in the south.

I followed his gaze to look at the sea at dawn, half of the sea was illuminated by the morning light, shining with a faint golden glow; A bad premonition, faintly felt that the old man was worried about something.

After two days, what was worrying in that frown was revealed.

Typhoon is coming.

What the old man was worried about was the typhoon!

The old man didn't get up early to open the doors and windows like in the past.He locked every window, carefully filled the cracks with soft cloth, and then blocked the door of the building with big stones.He chased me away a few times, asking me to go down the mountain to hide from the wind, not to be an eyesore here, how can I be driven away by a mere mortal, he is almost like a statue in front of the building.In the end, the old man couldn't drive me away, so he let Ben Tiandi, who kept saying he wanted to hide from the wind, into the building.

When the dark wind came, the color of the sky and the earth changed, even the big trees were blown away, and the things that hadn’t been harvested in time were blown to pieces. The strength of it is very similar to the karma of the ghost's anger.The old man's brows remained on, and he checked the building over and over again, with an indelible solemnity in his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a breeze.

A very weak gust of wind.

There was some imperceptible force in the wind, like magic power, or... fairy power.

Which big demon or fairy passed by here?I raised my eyebrows, and looked through the door, but didn't catch up with the breeze.Concentrating on the power, I slowly sensed the fluctuation of that power again. I collected myself and found out that the power was in this building.

There is a problem with this building!

No wonder the old man saw me using my magic power the day before yesterday and calmly asked me if I was a god or a demon. He must have seen a god or a demon before.

How can a mortal see gods and demons so easily?

This old man has a problem.

The old man with problems has guarded the building all his life, and this building is even more problematic.

Zhenhai Tower, Zhenhai Tower.I was pondering, when all the lights in the building suddenly went out.I heard the old man "huo" stand up, and the wind was strong and powerful as he walked.I watched the old man go upstairs quickly, holding the window at hand while walking.

A mortal, with such good eyesight in the dark, has a problem!

The wind outside the building roared as if it was about to knock the building down and penetrate the wall panels. I saw the sky and darkness outside, and the storm swallowed the whole world.Looking further away, I saw the small boats on the vast ocean that hadn't had time to be picked up, being smashed to pieces by the wind and waves on the rocky reef.

I stood up abruptly, thinking: Will there be anyone on the boat?

Seeing that the huge wave was about to hit again, I vaguely saw a black dot running—it was a person!I couldn't sit still any longer. It has become a habit to rescue the suffering and suffering for hundreds of years. When I saw the situation was critical, I didn't care that I couldn't show my magic in front of people. After changing my figure, I already fled to the seaside.

But in the blink of an eye, when I arrived, I couldn't find that person just now?Could it be swept away by sea water?I looked into the sea, the roaring sea, the sky and the earth were mixed with rain and water, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.I have been in the world for hundreds of years, and I have never seen such a strong sea breeze.Suddenly sensed something, turned around and fixed his eyes in the opposite direction, a small black dot was flying towards Zhenhai Tower.I chased after him and saw a person lying on the top of the cloud. The person passed out with his eyes closed.

Where did the cloud head come from?Who is casting the spell?