Honghuang, enlightenment begins with the youth Hongjun

Chapter 357 The Gate of All Saints, Why Don't You Eat Minced Meat? (seeking subscription monthly pass)

Chaos, Zixiao Palace!

In Tiantian Court, in order to avoid being punished, Haotian pulled Chijin together to block the disaster, but Ji Dong turned away from the scene in front of him, with a weird smile in his eyes.

Just like what Haotian said, they may not know it before they are born, but after they have it, they will definitely know it.

"Fellow Daoist Jun, what do you think of this matter?"

Lin Yi looked at Hongjun with great interest, and said jokingly.

"Just like what that kid said, this is the direct bloodline of Zixiao Palace."

"This is his choice. The future is naturally controlled by them. It has nothing to do with me."

After Hongjun glanced at Lin Yi angrily, he said slowly.

"At least the operation of the heavenly courts has not had any problems until today, but the birth speed of the prehistoric saints is too slow after all."

"Now is just the initial stage of the heavens' operation. After this period of time passes and the heavens and earth scattered in the chaos are completely handed over to them, it will be the time for the birth of the saint.

Overall, we have enough time. "

Lin Yi said slowly.

"I hope that by that time, Sanqing and the others will be able to step into the unspeakable realm, so that only nine unspeakable statues can gather at the gate of the saints."

Hearing this, Hongjun was in deep thought, and said expectantly.

"Will do."

Ji Dong didn't say much, but slowly raised the chess piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard.

This game may seem extremely short to the two of them, but in fact, to other worlds, it is ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, or even ten thousand years.

Beiming world.

Thousands of years have passed since Hongyun became a saint. Within these ten thousand years, the Northern Kingdom has already been destroyed in the long river of history.

But for these, as the creator of this country, Kunwu, he didn't react at all.

Even when the Northern Kingdom was destroyed and replaced by another kingdom, he was one of the bystanders.

A country is nothing compared to a continent, and a continent is nothing compared to the vast world.

There are times when the anode prospers, and there are times when the yin prospers and declines.

Why is this so?
Kunwu didn't know either.

All he knew was that ten thousand years ago, after seeing Zhuang Yun leave a post on his soaring escape, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

This emptiness is inexplicable.

It may be because of a person, or it may be because of myself.

Watching the moment when Zhuang Yun, who has been called a Confucian saint, soared, Kunwu suddenly felt that all his efforts in these years were vain.

Therefore, after only being an emperor for a hundred years, he was tired of the change of rights, and after passing on his succession to his descendants, he left silently.

In the ten thousand years since then, he has watched the changes of the years, the rise and fall of countries, and the operation of everything.
In the alternation of life and death, he suddenly and gradually understood what he needed to pursue.

To this day, Kunwu suddenly came to the small lake in his memory on a whim.

Looking at the green mountains and the familiar clouds and mists, Kunwu suddenly felt as if he was a world away.

In his mind, memories of the past could not help but emerge.

At that time, he was a child in an impoverished mountain village at the foot of this mountain village, and his greatest joy every day was a lake behind this mountain.

In that lake, there was always a white-haired old man fishing by the river.

Kunwu still remembered that he was facing the promise made by the old man.

"It's been 1 years, how many things and people have been buried, and the gentleman who came back then has returned to ashes."

Thinking like this, Kunwu sighed and walked towards the lake.

Coming to the location in memory, the lake is still the same lake, without any changes.

"Mr. was fishing here back then."

After finding the location in memory, Kunwu didn't know what he was thinking, so he just sat there and started fishing quietly.

This fishing is a hundred years.

At the beginning, he persisted for less than an hour, but thinking about all kinds of things in the past ten thousand years, Kunwu, who originally wanted to get up, sat down obediently.

At least, looking at the lake in front of him, amidst the sparkling light, this quiet day made him very comfortable.

Watch the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and watch the lake water rippling and rippling.

Snapped!
At this time, a black carp bit his hook, Kun Wu smiled slightly, took off the hook from the mouth of the black carp, and threw it into the lake again.

"Sir, I have seen you here many times, why do you release the fish every time after you hoist it up?"

Seeing Kunwu's actions, a fisherman who was rowing a fishing boat asked with a puzzled expression.

"You fish to live, but I fish to enjoy the feeling of lifting and letting go."

Facing the fisherman's gaze, Kunwu said calmly after throwing out the hook.

Every few years, there will always be one or two fishermen in this lake, some can be seen for three years, and some have been with him all the time.

At the beginning, Kunwu didn't like these things, and thought about driving him away.

However, looking back at his former self, in the end he accepted this change with a smile.

Even, in order not to disturb these ordinary fishermen, his countenance changes from youth to old age.

Just as he was thinking like this, when Kun Wu moved his eyes, he saw that the fishhook he had just cast down not long ago started to shake again.

As the hook was raised, a black carp actually bit his straight hook again.

Snapped!
"Sir, you said that the fish you caught the second time is the one you released before?"

Seeing this scene, the fishermen not far away were also interested, and simply rowed the fishing boat closer.

"Does it make a difference?"

Seeing the fisherman's actions, Kunwu's expression didn't change at all, he just said something lightly.

"Whether it's one fish, two fish, or even three fish or countless fish, it's all the same in my eyes.

Catch it and then drop it, there is no difference and no difference.

Just like the white clouds in the sky, they seem to be different, but they are not moving all the time, but after all, they are just a cloud in the sky.

Birth and death, like the ebb and flow of the tide, is a cycle and a predetermined change. "

Facing the fisherman's gaze, Kunwu said calmly.

"When I saw you, sir, I knew you were a man of knowledge, but what's the use of telling me these things, sir.

I'm just a fisherman. These days, the truth is nothing compared to a carp in my eyes.

After all, after the truth goes in from the left ear, it will come out from the right ear again, which is not as important as filling the stomach. "

The fisherman chuckled, rubbing the back of his head and showing a shy smile.

(End of this chapter)