very demonic

In the Xiaochao Temple, the presiding officer gave a lecture to the new disciples, but the new disciples seemed to be inattentive and fell asleep after a while.The host shook his head, thinking of only the two former disciples.One sleeps well and the other is lazy, but he hasn't seen them for a long time, and he doesn't know if he will see them again in his lifetime.

Outside the Xiaochao Temple, Hua Chuanwen is checking the process of the workers building the temple.

Recently, Hua Chuanwen always had a dream about his son Hua Yao.Hua Yao didn't speak, just sat in his room blankly, not talking to anyone, and no one talked to him.Erliang squatted in front of him, Hua Yao was happy to see Erliang.A monk stood beside him, looking down at him.The monk Hua Chuanwen knew, it was Zhikong, the monk in Xiaochao Temple in the past, but he hadn't seen this monk for many years.

Hua Chuanwen paid money to build temples and gave porridge to the poor.He was almost sixty years old, but he had no son by his side, no one to inherit the family business, and no amount of money could be brought into the coffin, so he simply did some good deeds to accumulate some virtue for himself and his son who died early.

The Huafu has been quiet for many years, and the aunts and wives stopped playing cards, wandering around boringly all day, wasting their days.

In the past, Huafu was always very lively, and everyone thought it was because of the large number of people, but they never thought that if there was one person missing, it would not be lively anymore.

Huayao's room is empty, but someone often cleans it. Hua Chuanwen sits for a whole day. When it gets dark, he makes up the mattress in Huayao's room, closes the doors and windows and leaves.When he came in the morning, he folded the quilt and put delicious food on the table, which lasted all day long.

No one is fighting against him anymore, and no one is angry with him anymore, but his spirit is not as good as before, and his body is not good.

The host came out to bring water to everyone. Hua Chuanwen sat on the stone beside him and said to the host, "Master, isn't it strange that when some people are alive, you don't think they are better. When they leave, you miss them." very."

The host said slowly: "The flowers in spring bloom for a long time, and you don't feel that they look good. When winter comes and you can't see them, you think about it. The same reason, in this world, it is because of the change of impermanence, the morals of the world. Only the world is called the way of the world, and fate is called fate. In fact, everything is just one sentence - eat what you want."

Hua Chuanwen sighed, looked at the sky, and said with a smile, "My son is afraid of the dark, so I'll go back first."

The host looked at him and said, "If he wasn't your own son, would you still miss him so much?"

Hua Chuanwen shook his head, "I don't plan to do what if, I'm glad I didn't plan to do what if. Although I doubt it, I have always treated him like a parent and son, and at least I have recognized him as my successor, so no matter how bad he does to me I endured it...Of course, that might not be called evil. He was just a child, and I owed him a lot, but I didn't just kill him because of this suspicion. He was able to accompany me for so many years by my side, and neither did I. Fortunately. It’s just that I didn’t know how to cherish blessings at the time. That’s all, I was destined to be like this. I didn’t know how to cherish what was really for me, but I was able to live so well, and it was God who took me well.”

Huachuan Wenbu stumbled, but walked down the mountain skillfully.

At the foot of the mountain, a tall man in red sat cross-legged to rest, followed by a man in white with white hair.Although the man has white hair, he looks like a young man.Hua Chuanwen glanced at him and thought, maybe this is also a fairy.

Hua Chuanwen bowed politely to the two, and the man in white returned the salute, but the man in red glanced at him without moving.

Watching Hua Chuanwen leave, the man in red asked, "He's not worthy of pity."

The man in white smiled and said, "No one is worthy of pity. They are all caused by themselves and reaped their own consequences. Have you rested well, let's hurry on our way."

"Driving you here from Tathagata, can I not be tired. I suddenly don't want to go back to Beihan, so go back by yourself."

"Why, you want to get angry with me again?"

"I'm not young anymore, I want to start my own business and start a school for fun."

"Don't be like that bastard, now the underworld is in a mess, and it's become a gathering place for cults."

"I just look at them for fun, you go on your own, I'll find a place to make a nest and live there."

The man in white said helplessly: "Don't you just want to set up a cult in my mansion? Well, you go back and do whatever you want, okay?"

The man in red glanced at him, "Really?"

"real."

The man in red reluctantly stood up and nodded, "That's okay."

In an instant, the man in red turned into a fire unicorn surrounded by flames. The man in white sat on it and rode it back to the Northern Cold Land.

The place where the unicorn passes through means auspiciousness, a good harvest, and peace for the country and the people.

That day, many people in the capital witnessed the unicorn passing by in the sky, and everyone quickly knelt down and worshiped the holy beast.

In the palace, the dying emperor was resting in the imperial garden, when he saw the fire unicorn passing by in the sky, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.He wanted to tell them to stop and ask them about someone, but unfortunately, the people in the sky didn't see this tiny mortal at all.

Emperor Tang Xiaomu never married a wife, nor did he have a concubine's room. The Queen's Palace was empty. Many families tried to send their children there, but none of them were favored by the emperor.

Zhang Qinghan, who was already the prime minister, stood by the emperor's side. He had a pair of sons and daughters, which he often brought into the palace to make the emperor happy.

Zhang Qinghan asked Tang Xiaomu if he regretted killing Wu Qi, but Tang Xiaomu shook his head, "No, she was upset just looking at it."

The weather was fine today, but the sun had already set. Zhang Qinghan wanted to help Tang Xiaomu into the house, but Tang Xiaomu stopped him.

Tang Xiaomu looked at the sky that was getting dark, and said softly: "Look again, maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I won't be able to see it. I don't know if I can find him when I go to the underworld, and I don't know if he doesn't want to see me .”

Zhang Qinghan asked: "Forgive me for your boldness. I don't know if Your Majesty will regret not having a beauty, but taking Jiangshan and my own life."

"I took my own life..." Tang Xiaomu said with a smile: "That's a good saying, why did I never understand that he is my life..."

After Tang Xiaomu's death, he was called Emperor Shengwu. He was a soldier all his life, and when he became emperor, he personally led troops to settle wars among the countries and expanded the empire's territory again and again.It's just that he died young, at the age of 45.He had no children, and the throne was passed on to his adopted son, Qin Zihao, the general who protected the country. Following his mother's surname, the youngest son, Hua Yaoming, was renamed Tang Yaoming.

Tang Yaoming is not good at fighting, and his talent is average, but he is a wise gentleman and good at employing people.He has been in power for more than 60 years, bringing unprecedented prosperity to the country's governance and creating a flourishing age.

According to Tang Xiaomu's decree, Tang Yaoming buried him in the imperial mausoleum and at the same time moved Hua Yao's grave into his queen's mausoleum.This matter caused a lot of controversy at the time, and some people even ridiculed it.The assistant king Zhang Qinghan, who has always been gentle and gentle, will slander and arrest all those who spread the rumors and exile them at the border.For a while, no one in the country dared to talk about the former emperor, and even people walking in the streets dared not talk to each other.The clerk recorded this incident and became the only one in the life of Zhang Qinghan, a famous prime minister, and also the biggest stain among many prime ministers, which was often criticized by later generations.

Tang Xiaomu had been thinking about what to say when he saw Hua Yao after his death, but he never thought that he would not see Hua Yao even after he died.Tang Xiaomu has an extraordinary fate. After death, he will follow Tianlongxing to practice fairy arts in Tiangong. With the breath of a real dragon all over his body, he will never be able to reach the underworld.What he got was Hua Yao's empty coffin.

But in the underworld, it was busier than ever.

The underworld was originally lifeless, and the people waiting in line to be reincarnated were very bored, crying and running.No matter how many people there are in the underworld, it is inevitable that ghosts will come out to harm the world.

It's just that now, with Hua Yao in charge of the underworld, there is no more bastard ghost than him for a while, and there will be no ghost with a bigger backer than him, so he has firmly secured his position as the boss of ghosts.Zhengtian led a group of ghosts around to patrol around, and when he found a hapless ghost who wanted to run away, he collectively politicized it, and the picture was horrible.

Zhikong is very busy, taking care of both the demon world and the ghost world.Originally, he and Wu Ming were going to dissolve the engagement, but the ghost Wang Yang's lifespan has expired, leaving a mess.

Wu Ming knew that he couldn't compete with Hua Yao, but he had nothing to do, so the two quarreled every day, embarrassing each other every day.Hua Yao doesn't know spells, but there are so many younger brothers, the two are often tied.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Wu Ming fell in love with Hua Yao after a long time...

Yulang, who is about to become an immortal, also found him, clamoring to take Hua Yao away.

Faced with such a lot of mess, Zhikong was really powerless, and over time he developed a good ability to carry people away.Once Hua Yao wanders around and provokes someone, he has to carry him away.

When Zhikong was working, Hua Yao was bored and taught Po Meng how to cook soup by the Naihe Bridge.

One day, when he was adding coriander to the soup, a man with an anxious face came over and asked him, "Are you from the world? Have you seen Chaoming? I've been looking for him for a long time. Have you seen him?"

Hua Yao looked up, and what he saw was the gray-haired emperor who was leaving with Zhao Ming, he was already delirious, he was old.

Everyone in the world is wondering how long Chaoming can live.Zhikong told Huayao that in fact, there is only one Chaoming in this world.

As people say, once the cage is opened, Chao Ming will leave without knowing where to go.In fact, he just went back to his own home, he just wanted to go back to his own home.

Chaoming will not love anyone, because Zhaoming is not a living thing at all.He is just a mold used by Nu Wa to create human beings, so he cannot speak or have a soul.But he can carry the soul of a mortal, and he will treat you how you want him to treat you.You long for tenderness in your heart, and he is a gentle man.

He can sing. In fact, if someone with profound Taoism listens carefully, he will recognize that what he sings is about the life of the person imprisoned in him.He can predict everything and knows everything.He likes Yaoshi, that's because he is a mold made of Yaoshi, and Yaoshi is a part of him.This further shows that he doesn't know whether he likes it or not. Everything he does is instinctive and a reflection of a mortal's heart.

In the final analysis, Chao Ming is nothing but something created by the nothingness in the heart of a mortal.

The old emperor no longer knew Hua Yao, he only had Zhao Ming in his mind.He originally wanted to be with Zhaoming for the rest of his life, but he didn't know which day he would never find Zhaoming again.He has been looking for it, until this morning when he got up, he has already arrived here.

Hua Yao smiled and handed him a bowl of Meng Po soup, "Take a sip, then sleep, when you wake up, maybe you will see him."

The old emperor thanked him and drank Mengpo soup.

Hua Yao watched the old emperor enter reincarnation, and asked Granny Meng: "Will he still be the emperor in his next life?"

Granny Meng shook her head: "He gave up on his own, and God has nothing to do with it. If you wish him well, you might as well wish him to join an ordinary good family and live an ordinary life."

"Hua Yao." Zhi Kong finished his work and came to look for Hua Yao.

Hua Yao looked at Zhikong for a while, then smiled and said, "Here we come."

Hua Yao ran over, and Er Liang followed behind him.

Hua Yao jumped onto Zhikong's shoulder to let him carry it, then reached out to touch his chin, "Go home."

Zhikong walked leisurely with a dog behind his back, and said: "This place is very evil, which home should I go to, where can I find a home?"

Hua Yao kicked Zhikong, pinched his ear and said: "Then keep walking, you have to carry me on your back, so as not to lose me."

Zhikong hummed: "Even if I lost you, who would dare to pick it up?"

"why?"

Zhikong turned his head, Hua Yao lowered his head, the two kissed, and Zhikong said with satisfaction: "You are mine."

The author has something to say: It is the end. It was originally planned to be a long story, but it seems that the subject matter was not well grasped, so it was shortened.Still the same sentence, I hope people who watch it will like it.I will continue to tell stories, you can come and listen to my stories when you have nothing to do, Sahua, okay~