I am a fairy

Chapter 244: A Dream on the Altar ( words, please give me a monthly ticket)
After dawn.

Wen Shenyou actually met the eunuch who came to announce the imperial edict in the palace of King Ba. However, he was sitting high on the couch of King Ba in the palace at that time, and he did not even move when he saw the eunuch unfolding the imperial edict.

On both sides, one side was composed of the soldiers under Wen Shenyou, and the other side was composed of the nobles and officials of Badi.

This scene does not look like a minister receiving an imperial edict, but more like a ruler of a country receiving a foreign envoy.

After the eunuch finished reading the imperial edict, Wen Shenyou did not say anything. He just sat there and looked down quietly.

When the eunuch saw this, he understood what Wen Shenyou meant, and angrily pointed at Wen Shenyou and scolded him, saying that he was a traitor who had no father or king.

result.

Wen Shenyou did not move, but the officials and soldiers on both sides started to move, all of them were filled with indignation.

"stop!"

Finally, Wen Shenyou raised his hand and made a sound to stop everyone, and then let the temple go.

Wen Shenyou stood up and watched the other party leave, which also meant that he had made a final choice.

He left the hall expressionlessly, and the entire Bashu region was in turmoil again.

soon.

An old friend also came to say goodbye. He looked at Wen Shenyou and asked him a question.

"I hope you won't regret it later."

Wen Shenyou had a blank expression on his face, as if he had become a different person, making it difficult for his old friends to recognize him.

"It is good enough for ordinary people like us to take care of the present, let alone the future."

The old friend said no more, bowed and left.

Wen Shenyou looked at his old friend's back and asked him to tell his grandfather about this.

"If there is any change, please let my grandfather send a message to me immediately, and I will lead the troops there immediately."

The old friend did not reply, and Wen Shenyou did not say anything else.

That month, news came from Chu.

Because of his actions, Lucheng County Prince Wen Ji hastily prepared for a rebellion, but his subordinates borrowed his head and sent it to the capital.

After hearing this, Wen Shenyou burst into tears and denounced the Emperor Wen Changxing of the Wu Dynasty for his incompetence and tyranny. He raised his sword and chopped off a corner of the table, vowing to raise an army to attack Wen Changxing to avenge his father.

Afterwards, Wen Shenyou proclaimed himself King of Ba and officially became king in Badu.

However, all expenses must be in accordance with the emperor's specifications.

In the palace of King Ba.

In the early morning, when the sun first shines, the palace is already bustling with activity.

Palace officials, guards, and civil and military officials dressed in court robes stood outside the palace according to etiquette. Some held tablets to show their power, while others wore embroidered brocade robes to show their splendor. Everyone had expressions of anticipation and awe on their faces.

The bells and drums rang, and the ceremony officially began.

The guard of honor was the first to appear, with hundreds of people forming a team, each performing their own duties, including flag-bearers, guards holding spears, and people playing music.

The guards wore golden helmets, silver armor and held spears in their hands. In the distance, cavalrymen were lined up, their horses were ornate and docile, and the cavalrymen's robes were fluttering, looking very majestic.

After all the officials entered the palace, the new emperor ascended the throne surrounded by his ministers.

Wen Shenyou was wearing a crown, which was dark black on top and light red on the bottom. The crown was decorated with twelve tassels made of white jade beads, and was paired with a golden sword, white jade, etc. There were twelve emblems on his robe.

Wen Shenyou sat on the couch.

At this moment, with an order, everyone knelt on the ground, and the cheers of the people surrounded Wen Shenyou's ears.

At this moment, Wen Shenyou felt his blood boiling and he couldn't control himself.

The little bit of regret and pain in my heart instantly disappeared.

He became the real King of Ba.

above the hall.

Wen Shenyou appointed many ministers to win over his own soldiers on the one hand, and to attract the nobles and powerful people in Bashu on the other.

When the court learned that Wen Shenyou had proclaimed himself King of Ba, it sent troops to attack him the next month.

However, due to the rugged terrain of Shu, they were unable to penetrate it.

Instead, Wen Shenyou took the opportunity to attack, causing heavy losses.

As a result, Wen Shenyou managed to secure his position as the ruler of Bashu.

It seemed that everything was still going on. One person finished his performance and another took the stage. Wen Shenyou became the new King of Ba, continuing the divided situation in the world.
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the second year.

After Wen Shenyou proclaimed himself King of Ba, he fought another battle and blocked the army of the Wu Dynasty outside the natural barrier. He had already been the King of Ba for a full year.

Seeing that his position was becoming increasingly stable, he took the concubine of the previous King of Ba as his concubine. This woman was the legitimate daughter of a prominent family in Bashu, and she gave birth to a legitimate eldest son who was made the crown prince.

In addition, there are more than ten people in the harem and five children.

It seemed that after he became the king of Ba, everything went smoothly for him, he was at ease, had great power, beautiful women in his arms, and many children.

However, Ba Wang Wen Shenyou always dreamed of his grandfather breaking into his dreams at midnight.

The sky was gloomy and dark.

The figure was headless, sitting in the lobby of the familiar mansion, facing him.

He said nothing, but Wen Shenyou was terrified.

"My king, why are you sweating so much?"

"But I'm in a nightmare."

Someone woke him up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief.

Wen Shenyou turned over. With a beard, he looked more like a majestic King of Ba.

Wen Shenyou looked at the beauty beside him and frowned. He didn't want others to see him like this, so he asked immediately.

"What did I just say?"

The beauty looked at Wen Shenyou and said with some fear.

"The king just said, said...Grandpa..."

Before Wen Shenyou had finished listening, he immediately flew into a rage and slapped the beauty to the ground.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out."

But then, after Wen Shenyou calmed down, he felt a little regretful.

I don't know why I become so easily angered.

Almost moody.

But he did not take back his words. He stood up alone and walked out of the palace.

Wen Shenyou stood in the cold wind, his eyes deep and his brows furrowed.

It seemed that he had become the King of Ba at a young age and everything was going well for him, but only he himself knew the actual situation.

It was not easy to be the King of Bashu, especially since he was an outsider who had invaded Bashu during the internal strife, although he managed to calm the situation in time with the skills and decisiveness he learned from his grandfather.

However, as he made compromises in order to ascend the throne of King of Ba, the powerful people in Bashu once again swept back.

Even after he lost the banner of the Wu Dynasty, the powerful families in Bashu gradually lost control, and he had to compromise more and more.

At the same time, the soldiers he brought into Bashu also expressed various complaints and dissatisfaction because their interests were damaged due to his compromise. Some of them did not want to rebel against the court in the first place, but were swept up to this point by him.

Faced with multiple crises, Wen Shenyou felt that every step he took was difficult and dangerous, as if he was walking on thin ice.

On the one hand, he was worried about the conspiracies and intrigues of the powerful families in Bashu, and on the other hand, he was concerned about whether the soldiers under his command had become alienated from him.

this day.

Someone sent a secret report from thousands of miles away, saying that the commander of Tianqian Pass was in collusion with the Wu Dynasty and intended to open the pass to welcome the Wu Dynasty army into Bashu.

Wen Shenyou was so frightened that he was sweating profusely on the spot. He personally led his troops into Tianqian Pass overnight and replaced all the soldiers in Guanzhong. He also captured the Guanzhong defenders and officers and brought them back to Badu.

After the great shock, there came great anger.

Because it was so thrilling.

If he had been a step later, these people would have really done something wrong.

But he also thought, these people dared to betray him. If he didn't kill them as a warning to others, who knows who will betray him next? At this point, winning them over and other tricks are no longer effective, so he has to kill them.

In a rage, Wen Shenyou ordered that all those who were connected with the Tongwu Dynasty be killed.

When the execution was taking place, Wen Shenyou came to the execution ground and watched.

These people were the generals who followed him into Badi in the past, but now they are like enemies.

"Wen Shenyou, what did you say to us at the beginning? We will share your wealth and glory. Now that you are rich and prosperous, what about us?"

"You are such a fool. You use the Ba people instead of our own people. I think you will die in the hands of these people sooner or later. I will wait for you in the underworld."

"Wen Shenyou, you are a traitor who betrayed the imperial court and harmed the rebellious son of the Prince of Lucheng. You will not die a good death!"

"Bah, we were blind to follow you."

When he was about to die, his former generals cursed Wen Shenyou one by one. Wen Shenyou's face remained calm and cold, but he was burning with anger in his heart.

He didn't know what he was angry about, was it that these people betrayed him or that they scolded him.

Perhaps he was angry about why they had come to this point.

"kill!"

The executioners attacked and heads fell to the ground one after another.

Wen Shenyou mercilessly killed all those who betrayed him, but once the killing started, he could not stop.

On the way away from the execution ground, Wen Shenyou sat in the carriage with a gloomy expression.

He felt that the generals he had brought into Bashu had become untrustworthy, at least not completely trustworthy.

then.

After returning, Wen Shenyou began to win over all parties and mobilize more forces to enter Badu to achieve balance.

He drew the powerful nobles from Shu into Ba and recruited soldiers from Shu to come to the capital.

Win over one group to suppress another group, and use one group to check and balance another group.

As long as Wen Shenyou finds that any party is out of control or shows signs of betraying him, he will not hesitate and will kill them directly.

as if.

He was afraid that if he acted too slowly, he would be the one to die at the hands of the sword or the axe.

This also made Wen Shenyou look like he was crazy. He kept using killing to shock everyone and intimidate all those who dared and wanted to rebel against him. Sometimes, there was not even any evidence, but he would directly order someone to be arrested and the entire clan to be massacred.

He knew that this was like drinking poison to quench thirst, but he also knew that even if it was poison in front of him, he had to drink it at this point.

But if you kill too many people, the chain of suspicion will be opened.

It's not just others who are afraid.

Even he himself was afraid.

The feeling of walking on thin ice made Wen Shenyou begin to indulge in pleasure, perhaps because if he didn't enjoy it today, he might lose it tomorrow.

He began to renovate the former palace of the King of Ba and lived on the King of Ba's pleasure boat.

As the King of Ba, he ordered all counties and tribes in the mountains of Ba to offer beauties, treasures and exotic animals. He began to do everything he could to indulge in pleasure, singing and dancing, and forget the uneasiness, frenzy and fear in his heart.

On the ship and the pleasure boat.

He was unrestrained, wearing only an inner garment without an outer robe, and running barefoot on the top floor of the pleasure boat with his chest exposed.

Running and laughing at the same time.

"Keep playing!"

"Keep dancing. No one told you to stop. Don't stop."

If he was not satisfied with something, he would order his men to drag the other person away and punish him.

Either whipping or caning.

He didn't realize that at this moment he looked more and more like the former King of Ba.

Besides.

Wen Shenyou's nightmare has become even worse.

He couldn't sleep at night and turned over and almost strangled Meiji to death, acting like a madman.

"Kill, kill!"

"Kill them all."

"I wonder who dares to betray me."

It was not until he saw himself in the bronze mirror on the side with disheveled hair and a hideous face like a devil in prison that Wen Shenyou finally let go of his hand and looked at the other person's terrified eyes with blank eyes.

Wen Shenyou finally woke up from the nightmare, walked in front of the bronze mirror, and looked at himself who was becoming increasingly haggard due to the indulgence of alcohol and sex.

At this moment, he finally couldn't help asking himself.

“Why did I get to this point?”

As he looked, he discovered that a headless ghost seemed to appear behind him in the bronze mirror.

Wen Shenyou fell to the ground with a look of horror, turned over and looked behind him, but there was nothing behind him.

But in the midst of fear, Wen Shenyou seemed to understand something.

He made the wrong choice.

He gave up his roots because of a single thought.
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fourth year.

The Wu Dynasty once again sent a large army to attack Bashu, but this time was different from the previous time, and Wen Shenyou suffered a crushing defeat.

After the defeat, the entire Bashu area rebelled in an instant. The checkpoints that were like a solid wall of steel were like nothing in front of the Wu Dynasty's army, allowing them to advance all the way.

Wen Shenyou led the remnants of his defeated army all the way back to Badu, but he saw the capital was closed. The figure on the top of the city did not respond to his calls, but pointed and talked to the people below.

Afterwards, they saw soldiers gathering under the city gate, and as the gate opened, they rushed towards them.

"Oh no, something happened in the city."

"Can not go back."

"How to do this?"

The defeated troops led by Wen Shenyou suddenly became chaotic and didn't know what to do next.

Wen Shenyou looked at the situation and knew that the game was over.

Everyone around was looking at Wen Shenyou, waiting for him to make a decision, and many people, seeing that the situation was not good, simply fled in all directions.

Wen Shenyou didn't care about it. It was impossible for him to do so at this time. In fact, it was beyond his expectation that there were so many people following him instead of just relying on him for help.

Wen Shenyou pulled the reins and led everyone to flee to the north.

"go!"

"Where else can we go?"

"Go to Beiyan."

"Beiyan?"

"Who to vote for?"

"Mu Chaotian."

Wen Shenyou felt a little surprised when he said this, and even wanted to laugh.

In the beginning, he had seized the Shu land from Mu Chaotian. Now he had lost everything in a battle. The only place he could go was the Northern Dynasty, and only Mu Chaotian could save him.

Wen Shenyou fled from Bashu with the remnants of his former generals and headed towards the territory of Northern Yan, running all the way without stopping.

The number of people following him along the way also decreased, from a thousand at the beginning to two or three hundred.

By the end, there were only twenty or thirty people left.

What Wen Shenyou didn't expect was that behind him there were generals from the Wu Dynasty with light cavalry chasing him all the way, with a momentum of relentless pursuit.

Wen Shenyou kept running forward like a frightened bird, fearing that he would be caught up by the enemy. Finally, after crossing a mountain, he saw dense masses of Northern Yan cavalry in front of him.

On the high-flying flag, there is a word "Mu" written on it.

"In front, is King Ba in person?"

The person who came down from Beiyan Mu Chaotian's seat to meet him arrived. Someone rode out from the crowd on horseback and asked the embarrassed Wen Shenyou and his group.

Wen Shenyou pulled the reins and responded loudly.

"Exactly."

The two sides finally got in touch, and Mu Chaotian really sent someone to pick him up as Wen Shenyou wished, but at this moment Wen Shenyou did not feel happy, but rather mixed with uneasiness, annoyance and fear.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

"Da da da da da!"

Everyone looked over immediately, including Wen Shenyou. When he heard the familiar sound of horse hooves, he knew that the pursuers had arrived.

The other party has not given up even after chasing him here. Wen Shenyou doesn't know how deep the hatred is, or maybe the reward from the King of Ba who captured him alive is too high.

"Oh, Lulu~"

In sight, on a hilltop on one side, soldiers of the Southern Dynasty on horseback appeared.

The man surrounded by a dozen riders looked down, his gaze quickly fixed on Wen Shenyou who had escaped from the pursuit, and then he slowly took off the iron helmet on his head.

Wen Shenyou, who was riding on a horse, turned his head and looked at the man who took off the iron helmet. An expression of astonishment instantly appeared on his embarrassed face. He suddenly discovered that the Wu Dynasty general chasing him was actually his old friend.

The other party was standing on a high place and the voice came down.

"Wen Shenyou!"

"Have you ever regretted it?"

When he first made the decision in Badu, the other party asked him the same question.

And just like that day, Wen Shenyou did not speak this time.

The more people experience, the less they argue about whether they are right or wrong. It's not because they can't tell the difference between right and wrong, but because they know it's useless to argue.

At this point, right and wrong have no meaning anymore.

Just as he had made the decision on impulse at the beginning, he knew that it would be meaningless to say anything, and it was the same here now.

He said that even if he regretted it, what was the point? What could he change?
Wen Shenyou and the other party looked at each other for a long time, and finally he turned the horse's head by the reins, followed Mu Chaotian's men all the way to the north, and disappeared in the smoke and dust.
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The days after escaping to the Northern Dynasty were even more miserable and difficult than Wen Shenyou had expected.

When Wen Shenyou first came, Mu Chaotian was very courteous to him. He said that he would help Wen Shenyou take back the land of Bashu, and even threatened to jointly attack Yinzhou and Jinzhou in Chu.

At the banquet, Wen Shenyou was invited to sit in the seat of honor, with Mu Chaotian on his left and right.

"The King of Ba is indeed extraordinary and heroic. When I, Mu Chaotian, saw the King of Ba in the past, I knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person."

"I am willing to be defeated by King Ba and I accept it wholeheartedly."

"This is just a minor setback. Once the King of Ba regroups, he will surely be able to retake the land of Bashu, and then, together with Mu, seize the land of Chu and destroy the Southern Dynasty."

"Here, drink this cup to the full."

After drinking a glass of wine, Wen Shenyou listened to Mu Chaotian's flattery, even though he knew that the other party was trying to use some of his remaining influence and connections to plot against Bashu, or even Chu.

But even so, listening to what the other party said.

He actually had some fantasies in his heart, thinking that as long as he borrowed the power of the Northern Dynasty, he would be able to regroup and take back everything he had lost.

However, everything that followed was not as expected.

He was not originally from Bashu. He took advantage of the civil strife in Bashu and the welcome of the Five Ghosts to block Mu Chaotian. He pacified the situation and seized Bashu in one battle.

Later, he relied on his previous prestige and great victories to subdue everyone. However, his prestige was no longer enough due to the rebellion of his subordinates. He could only use balance and killing to maintain the throne of the King of Ba. In the end, with a great defeat, he lost everything.

How much influence can such a King of Ba expect to have in the land of Bashu, and how can he fight back?

But in Chu, everything has changed.

Wen Ji has been dead for many years, and his former influence has gradually disappeared, let alone Wen Shenyou.

As Mu Chaotian realized that he was of no use, his attitude towards him gradually changed.

Whenever there was a guest, Mu Chaotian would invite him and order him around at the banquet.

"Look, this person is King Wen Shenyou of Ba."

"This man is a true hero. In the past, he was there..."

"If it weren't for this person, the land of Bashu would have been in my pocket now."

"Remember back then..."

He was flattering him to the utmost, but in fact he was humiliating him. The guests looked at him in amazement and said that they had long heard of his great name.

I was thinking in my heart, if he was really that powerful, why would he be here like a stray dog?

Later, Mu Chaotian even asked Wen Shenyou to pour wine for him and take off his boots, treating him like a servant.

And after drinking some wine, Mu Chaotian would try all kinds of ways to tease him and humiliate him.

Wen Shenyou was slightly dissatisfied, or perhaps unwilling.

Mu Chaotian then whipped him with a whip. Everyone at the table laughed and pointed at him.

Wen Shenyou felt extremely humiliated, but there was nothing he could do.

When Mu Chaotian had played tricks on him enough, he sent him to the capital of the Northern Dynasty. Then he was treated like a prisoner by the emperor of Northern Yan, and he was ranked first in the grand ceremony of presenting prisoners to the Taimiao.

Afterwards, the emperor appointed him as a minor official, whose job was to prepare banquets for the emperor.

At the beginning, the princes and ministers of Northern Yan were still interested in him, the former King of Ba, but later on, no one was interested in him anymore.

One day, the Emperor of Northern Yan demoted him and threw him into jail on the grounds of misbehaving in front of the palace.

In the prison, the jailer dragged the chains and shackles,

"Look at this guy. He used to be a king."

"What Wang? What's so good about the surname Wang?"

"He is the king of Bashu. He used to sit in the golden palace and be worshipped by all officials. He is the emperor of Bashu."

"My goodness, I've never seen this before. How could it end up like this?"

"What emperor? He's just a fake king."

"The fake king doesn't have that destiny. Now that he's fallen, he's nothing."

After being sent to prison, Wen Shenyou's life was actually more peaceful.

The prison where he was imprisoned was not an ordinary prison. He could not get out, but he would not starve to death. The jailers would sometimes play tricks on him, but that was all.

The emperor sent Wen Shenyou to prison and seemed to have forgotten him. Wen Shenyou was imprisoned in this prison year after year, and grew older day by day.

One day, he heard a commotion outside and someone shouting.

Two days later, he was released.

Over the years, the jailer of that prison has changed countless times, and this time there is a new one, and no one even knows who he is.

The jailer saw Wen Shenyou, with his head full of white hair, searching for a notebook in the messy prison, and asked him why he was locked up there.

Wen Shenyou said that he had lost his manners in front of the Emperor of Dayan in the past, and he didn't know how many years he had been in prison.

The jailer felt sorry for him and said that the world was in turmoil and things from the previous dynasty no longer counted.

After listening to this, Wen Shenyou asked.

"What did you say? What previous dynasty?"

The jailer untied the shackles on Wen Shenyou's feet and said.

"The emperor has issued an amnesty order. You can leave now."

Only then did Wen Shenyou realize that Jiuzhou had been unified and Dayan had been destroyed.

"what?"

"The world is unified."

Wen Shenyou looked very old at this time, with a haggard appearance, white hair, and a body full of illnesses.

Wen Shenyou was very excited when he heard the jailer say that the world was unified.
"Who unified the world, Wen Changxing?"

The jailer was also well-educated and knew a few words, but when he heard Wen Shenyou mention Wen Changxing, he still thought for a long time.

"No, who is Wen Changxing?"

Wen Shenyou was stunned for a long time. Now, no one in the world even knew who Wen Changxing was.

He had been in prison in darkness and confusion for so long that he lost track of the years. Now he knew that not only had Northern Yan been destroyed, but even the former emperor Wen Changxing was gone. He finally understood what it meant to be in another world.

"However, it is indeed good for the emperor to have the surname Wen."

When the jailer heard that Wen Shenyou also had the last name Wen, he immediately said,
"Your last name is Wen, which is the national surname. However, your fate is too bad."

When Wen Shenyou heard the jailer say this, he burst into laughter, shook his head and sighed.

"Destiny is destiny, and the path you choose is your own."

"Having come to this point, I can't blame the heavens, nor can I blame others."

The jailer looked at Wen Shenyou and heard him say this. Although he didn't know the deep meaning of Wen Shenyou's words at this moment, he also felt that Wen Shenyou might not be an ordinary person in the past.

"You are such a person, you can actually say such things. Could it be that you were once a great figure?"

When Wen Shenyou heard what the other party said, he wanted to say something, but in the end he shut his mouth.

No matter how great he is, what else can he do when he is so old?

But even though he ended up like this, he didn't want to complain about it. He just lost, so why bother saying so much?

It will only make people laugh at you.

Wen Shenyou didn't say anything else and bid farewell to the jailer.

"Thanks."

In the past, apart from the immortal saint in heaven who was worthy of his worship, he never looked down on anyone in his life.

But now he bowed sincerely to a jailer and expressed his gratitude.

After he got outside, Wen Shenyou learned that the former emperor Wen Changxing had abdicated long ago, and the successor emperor was another branch of the former Wen kings. Now even this branch has been passed down for two generations.

When the emperor's carriage was traveling, he watched from afar on the side of the road. For some reason, he felt that the shadow sitting in the carriage was somewhat like himself when he was young.

Wen Shenyou was released from prison, but he was already alone and had nowhere to go, so he could only live on the streets and beggars. This winter was particularly cold.

Wen Shenyou was unable to beg for food, and sat in the alley with a bamboo stick, hungry. He had also been ill in the past two days and didn't even have the strength to move.

Snow started to fall from the sky, falling along with the wind.

In the wind and snow, Wen Shenyou recalled the years when the King of Ba was the only one left. The gap between the glory of the first half of his life and the misery of the second half was so great that he himself sighed that the world is impermanent.

He was once unrestrained and heroic, once resolute and decisive, and once stood above thousands of people and was worshipped and cheered by everyone.

But he also acted recklessly, was once foolish and arrogant, and lost everything because of a single thought.

he thinks.

Perhaps he indulged himself in pleasure for a few years as the King of Ba, and lost everything that followed.

In the long journey of life, he made a choice for a moment and lost his whole life.

In the ice and snow, Wen Shenyou kept coughing and his consciousness became more and more hazy, but at this moment a strong sense of unwillingness welled up in his eyes.

He wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh.

"Ugh!"

Gradually, the snow covered his face, and Wen Shenyou's eyes were looking at the sky.

The resentment in his heart gradually subsided, and he said the words he had said to the jailer.

“You choose your own path.”

"One moment of hesitation leads to one moment of greed."

"You can't blame the heavens, and you can't blame people either."

After a heavy snowfall, Wen Shenyou turned into a corpse on the roadside.

The snow stopped and the corpse collector found him.

They threw his body into a car, dragged it to a mass grave, and kicked it away.

Wen Shenyou's corpse rolled down and piled up with the layers of corpses, making it impossible to tell which one was a beggar and which one was a king.
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Wen Shenyou is dead, but everything is not over yet.

After death, the body decays, but the soul continues to fall from the human world and goes towards the underworld.

Wen Shenyou was detained by ghosts and gods in a daze, crossing the Yellow Springs Road, walking past the red spider lilies, and stepping onto the Soul-Calling Bridge.

Finally, we arrived at the city of Youdu.

"Boom!"

A clear sound was heard, not sure if it was the sound of a bell or some bronze instrument. Wen Shenyou raised his head and looked into the Netherworld Hall where the steps extended infinitely upwards.

There was a faint fire in the dark hall, shadows of ghosts and gods lined up, and terrifying eyes of gods staring outside.

Wen Shenyou raised his head and looked up into the dark, starless sky.

He did not hear clearly the previous judgment on his life's merits and demerits, but everything from the past kept flashing through his mind like a kaleidoscope of memories, with good and evil blending together and right and wrong unable to be distinguished.

But all of this was extracted, passed through the Huangquan host, and all was turned into detailed data records and sorted out into values ​​that were difficult for humans to distinguish.

Only.

He heard the last sentence clearly.

The ghost's voice was like thunder piercing his ears, shaking his soul.

"Wen Shenyou!"

"Thrown into the endless hell and suffer eternal damnation!"

In hell, there is no sentence.

Wu Jian means there is no gap. If one falls into it, one will be trapped in eternal calamity.

Wen Shenyou looked up with his soul trembling. He wanted to argue something, but still couldn't speak.

He found it hard to accept, but it seemed that he was not too surprised deep down in his heart. Many people died and died in his hands, and countless people died in vain because of him. The sins of killing he committed could be described as a sea of ​​blood.

He received the greatest blessing in the world and committed sins that are unimaginable to the world, but it seems that he does not have many merits and virtues to speak of.

The chains wrapped around Wen Shenyou's body, and boundless darkness stretched out. Wen Shenyou continued to sink into the darkness and fell into it.

"coming!"

"opened."

"Here comes another one."

"Hahahaha, here comes another one."

"Well done, well done. You will never be able to transcend or be liberated in this world. Come, come, come, and keep me company."

In the endless darkness, there seemed to be many voices talking, sensing the arrival of Wen Shenyou.

They were laughing, gloating, cursing, and roaring.

It was not until he fell into it that Wen Shenyou understood what the hell looked like.

There is no space here. All the evil people fall into the hell after death. The ghosts among them are transformed into a piece of living information and squeezed together, and are endlessly compressed in this place without space.

The so-called "Wu Jian" has several meanings.

They suffered endlessly, unable to move, do anything, or see anything. This was their punishment.

The suffering in the hell of endless suffering continues until one is released from prison after his crimes are committed. However, the meaning of the hell of endless suffering is that one can never be released from prison.

There is no time or passage of time here, so-called time has no interval.

In other words, they cannot feel the passage of time. What they feel is a long time may be thousands of years, or it may be just a moment.

All the evil spirits who are thrown into the Avici Hell have endless lifespans.

Countless evil spirits are squeezed in the endless hell, their bodies filling it without any gaps. All they can do is roar, howl, and wail day after day, and finally fall into silence in despair.

Wen Shenyou was one of them. He had never imagined that the hell would be like this, nor had he thought that this punishment, which seemed to do nothing but deprive you of everything and only retain your consciousness, was far better than all the capital punishments in the world.

Wen Shenyou was terrified, cursing, and laughing wildly, and gradually turned into one of the countless evil spirits.

Sometimes, he would also join other evil spirits in cursing each other, laughing and crying crazily until they became bored.

One day, he met another evil ghost who was thrown into this hell.

"Who are you?"

"King Wu Nai Ba!"

"Who are you? How could you be thrown into this hell?"

"Ba Wang, are you Ba Wang?"

When Wen Shenyou heard the other party call himself King of Ba, he tried hard to see him, but he could not see anything in this endless hell.

Wen Shenyou knew who the other party was. It should be the King of Ba who died because of his excessive debauchery in the past. However, when he entered the land of Bashu, the other party had already died.

He never thought that one day they would meet in this way.

Thinking of this, Wen Shenyou laughed so hard that he became completely crazy.

"I am also the King of Ba!"

"Me too... me too!"

"Hahaha, we are all Ba Wang."

"We are all the same. We are all the same."

"For the sake of one life, I fell into this eternal calamity."

He and King Ba had a similar start and ended up in the same way, and even their deaths were similar.

They all gave up the reincarnation for the sake of one life.

Amidst his wild laughter, Wen Shenyou became more and more insane, falling deeper and deeper into the depths of the endless hell.

Endless darkness enveloped him as he sank, and what awaited him was eternal damnation.

Wen Shenyou was in so much pain that it was unbearable, and the word "heartbroken" was not enough to describe his state of mind at the moment.

In despair.

Wen Shenyou looked up, and suddenly a faint light appeared upwards in that endless hell.

He seemed to see a figure wearing a cloud-patterned robe and with a dim yellow halo.

Like the Emperor of Heaven, like Buddha, like immortals and saints.

The former Buddhist slave, today's Wen Shenyou, quickly reached out his hand, shouted loudly, tears streaming down his face.

"Please have mercy, Lord Yunzhong."

"Get me out of this hell."

Endless light spread down from that height, submerging Wen Shenyou.
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"call!"

When the wind blows, the branches and leaves sway all over the sky.

Under the silver moon that covered half of the sky, a figure sat on a sacred tree that reached the sky. A god sat cross-legged on the sacred tree, overlooking the world under the moonlit sea and clear sky.

"what do you want?"

The familiar voice entered deep into his soul. The old and unrecognizable Wen Shenyou knelt under a tree, looked up at the moon and worshipped the gods.

In a trance, memories from long ago slowly emerged from the depths of my soul.

Finally, he remembered.

Many years ago, he took the chess pieces given to him by the gods and made a decision under the Yunzhong Temple.

At this moment, the white-haired Wen Shenyou was in tears, howling at the fairy on the tree, full of regret.

"At that time, I chose a thought, which brought me success for a moment, but ruined my life, and led me into eternal calamity."

"I regret it so much, I regret it so much!"

"It's a pity that they can't come back."

"I can't even come back."

However, what Wen Shenyou did not expect was.

The immortal waved his hand, and the door behind him opened, and the room appeared inside again.

Next to the chessboard, there are two of me sitting.

This scene had appeared in his dream for the third time, and perhaps the last time.

Wen Shenyou didn't understand what this meant and walked inside. The old man looked at the two younger versions of himself inside and leaned over to look at them intently.

Suddenly, the two young ones moved.

One said: "Wen Shenyou, do you also want to be above everyone else? Can you bear that destiny?"

One of them said, "Why do you think you can be a good emperor? Do you want to stay in Bashu and be the emperor of Bashu, like the kings of Bashu before you?"

This time, Wen Shenyou didn't look at the other one, but just stared at the one on the left.

Filled with remorse, he reached out and touched his younger self.

"If I could, I would..."

"I will not seek a single thought, nor be greedy for a single moment, nor be attached to a single life."

"I only ask for the merit of eternity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his former self come back to life and grab him.

Then Wen Shenyou felt that his perspective was reversed. He became the self sitting on one side of the chessboard, looking at the old and sick self.

Wen Shenyou was stunned for a moment, and then he felt sore all over.

Then he opened his eyes.

The Cloud Temple in Batu.

Wen Shenyou woke up. The python embedded in the altar next to him seemed to be tickling him. Wen Shenyou, who was leaning on it, felt sore all over.

At this moment, the sun has just risen outside.

The sun shone in through the cracks in the doors and windows outside and fell into the hall. Countless light particles could be seen floating freely in the beams of light.

"hiss!"

As if he had been trapped in the endless darkness for too long, when Wen Shenyou opened his eyes, he saw the light shining in from the crack in the door falling on half of his face. Even though there were only a few rays of light, Wen Shenyou still felt it was extremely dazzling, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.

He curled up in the darkness and gradually recovered after half a day.

When he closed his eyes and dared not look directly into the sunlight, Wen Shenyou gradually became conscious.

He felt as if he had had a big dream.

In the dream, he experienced many vicissitudes and dangers, ups and downs. In the dream, he changed from a high-spirited young man into a foolish and ruthless King of Ba.

Eventually he froze to death in the capital of Northern Yan and went to hell.

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Shenyou's eyes happened to be looking at his raised hand.

There were no wrinkles or age spots on his hands, which made Wen Shenyou stunned.

"Ok?"

"How could this happen?"

He quickly held onto the altar and struggled to stand up.

Although I felt a little numb from sleeping on the ground for so long, I still felt that this body was young and strong. At least I didn't need a bamboo stick, and I didn't have the weakness of being plagued by various diseases.

"what!"

"What's going on? How is this possible?"

"Is this my hand?"

Wen Shenyou was overjoyed and couldn't believe what he saw was real.

He quickly spread out his hands and checked his body, and found that he was indeed rejuvenated and his body had turned back into his younger self.

"Yes, this is me."

"This is me. It's me. It must be me."

"But how can I regain my youth?"

Wen Shenyou recalled the last scene he saw. Now thinking about it, it must have been a manifestation of the gods.

But when Wen Shenyou raised his head and looked around, he vaguely sensed that something was not right.

"It's the Cloud Temple."

"I had this Basagoras embedded in there back then, as a stepping stone for Yun Zhongjun."

"And this door, it's exactly the same as it was back then."

However, Wen Shenyou didn’t understand why he was here.

And so many years have passed, why is this place still exactly the same as it was then, and doesn't seem to have changed much?

Wen Shenyou looked at everything around him in a daze, and at this time the door of the hall opened, and someone outside walked in.

Wen Shenyou took a look and saw that it was the priest of the Yunzhong Temple.

But this temple keeper was also unusual. He was very young and looked just like the temple keeper he had first met many years ago. However, so much time had passed, it was impossible for him to look like this.

The temple keeper walked up to Wen Shenyou, bowed and said.

"The general worshipped the deity in front of the statue for a whole night. He was truly sincere."

Wen Shenyou: "One night?"

Temple keeper: "The general came here in the dead of night last night, hoping to ask questions from Lord Yunzhong. It seems that he is hesitant about something. I wonder if he has made a decision now?"

Wen Shenyou was shocked: "You mean I just came here last night?"

The temple keeper nodded: "General, you came here late at night. Didn't you meet me yesterday?"

In an instant, Wen Shenyou understood something.

It's not that he has become young again, but that everything has returned to the past, to the moment when he was hesitant and didn't know what decision to make.

But on second thought, I felt that it was not right.

It felt like he had a dream and lived his entire life in the dream, but after waking up he found that he had just slept in front of the altar.

But if it was really a dream, then why was it so real?

However, when I think back to it, I can’t remember many details of the dream, just like I can only remember the most profound parts of the dream when I wake up.

But I can’t remember the names of some of the people in the dream or what they looked like.

Wen Shenyou didn't speak for a long time. At this time, the temple priest bowed and spoke.

"General, the people who came to pick you up have arrived."

Wen Shenyou nodded and returned the greeting.

"I am sorry to bother you, Taoist priest."

The temple keeper shook his head and praised.

"Don't dare!"

Wen Shenyou walked outside in a daze, still thinking about what had just happened, or rather, recalling everything in the dream.

The sun outside is shining brightly on me, and it is spring and the flowers are blooming.

The sun was shining brightly, accompanied by the chirping of birds.

At this moment.

Only then did he believe that everything was indeed true.

He did not grow old, but became his younger self again, or rather, he woke up from a big dream that seemed like another life.

In the courtyard outside the gate stood the guards brought by Wen Shenyou, who were also the generals who had followed him into Badu in the past.

In that big dream, he seemed to have parted ways with the other party because of some things.

In the end, neither of them had a good ending.

"General!"

The general stepped forward to salute, but received no response for a long time. When he looked up, he saw Wen Shenyou staring at him blankly.

He didn't know what was going on, so he asked.

"Why are you looking at me like that, General?"

Wen Shenyou patted his shoulder and said to him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring you wealth and prosperity."

The general was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said.

"I believe in the general!"

Wen Shenyou walked in front, and his generals followed behind, also looking at Wen Shenyou.

After hesitating for a while, the general suddenly spoke.

"It feels like the general is different from before, like he has become a different person."

Wen Shenyou laughed without explaining.

“The me of yesterday and the me of today are naturally different.”

Whether the life in the dream is real or false, it will affect every aspect of a person.

However, Wen Shenyou did not think that this change was a bad thing. Instead, he was extremely grateful.

As he stepped out of the threshold of the courtyard, he turned around and looked towards the direction of the hall.

Follow the sunlight.

Looking through the temple door, Wen Shenyou saw Yun Zhongjun in the portrait behind the ancestral tablet.

Yun Zhongjun's divine appearance remained the same, overlooking the world from high above, looking at him in this life and also at him in previous lives, as if the cycle of life and death of all living beings throughout the ages was all in his eyes.

The immortals' methods and magical powers completely awed and convinced Wen Shenyou.

He stopped, knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply.

Then he walked away.

No longer hesitate.
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Wen Shenyou took his people back to pack up and changed into his court robes.

Meiji at the side came up, looked at Wen Shenyou charmingly, and spoke softly.

"General, you are back."

Wen Shenyou looked at the beauty, and he didn't seem to be so moved anymore. He neither loved nor hated her, and he was no longer moody.

He just nodded and walked past him.

not far away.

The gate of the Ba Palace was open. Looking inside, one could see the golden roof of the Mingtang, where the place that had always haunted Wen Shenyou was located.

But at this moment, Wen Shenyou didn't even look at it again.

After returning to the office, Wen Shenyou immediately informed others that he had recovered from the cold and asked them to quickly invite the messenger from heaven to come and announce the decree.

Soon, the messenger came with a group of people.

Wen Shenyou leaned forward and bowed his head.

"Wen Shenyou received the order."

He accepted the imperial edict and brought his men with him, waiting for the arrival of the next person to take over his position in guarding Bashu.

After the handover is completed, we will go down along the Yangtze River.

Go to Lucheng first, and then to the capital.

Holding the imperial edict in his hand, Wen Shenyou looked into the distance. From then on, his choices and path were completely different from those in that dream.

"Where is the destiny?"

He asked himself, but still didn't know where his destiny was.

Is it on Wen Changxing?
In that dream, the person whose name I can never remember?

Or on him?
But no matter what, he will give it a try this time.

At least now, he felt that he was worthy of that destiny.

He no longer coveted pleasure, no longer yearned for the beauty, and was no longer moved by temporary interests.

His horizons seemed to be raised to a level that was not suitable for his age after that big dream.

If you cling to one thought and covet one moment, you may no longer even focus on this life.

He wants to be a person of real status and great merit.

The purpose is to gain reincarnation in the afterlife.

The goal is to leave a name for generations to come.
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Dainichi Shrine.

Yun Zhongjun looked at the scenes in the human world through the jade disc, and naturally saw the earth-shaking changes that had taken place in Wen Shenyou after he woke up from a big dream.

It was just that he was connected to Wangshu's virtual world network on the altar, and his consciousness experienced the Yellow Millet Dream that Wangshu had designed and deduced for him, and transmitted a large amount of deduced information to his brain. Wen Shenyou seemed like a different person.

Becoming more mature and more determined, truly fulfilling what Wangshu had said before.

"A person can go through the eighteen levels of hell in reincarnation after reincarnation, and through life after life of practice in the human world, constantly accumulating merit and experiencing sin."

“Eventually, a person will gradually get rid of vulgar tastes, become noble, perfect, and enlightened.”

Although this dream under the dais is far inferior to the real reincarnation, Wen Shenyou does give people a feeling of being free from vulgarity and having realized the truth.

At this time, Wangshu suddenly walked out of the jade disk and appeared beside Yun Zhongjun.

He said, "Mr. Yunzhong, have you realized it?"

Yun Zhongjun looked at her and asked, "Is your dream life on the altar really based on the real situation?"

Wangshu replied: "Of course, I have collected a lot of data."

Yun Zhongjun didn't quite believe it: "Why do I feel like you are using the life you designed to change Wen Shenyou's personality to the side that is beneficial to your plan?"

Wangshu admitted it directly: "Well, what's the problem with this?"

Yun Zhongjun immediately looked at Wangshu and said, "What kind of enlightenment is that? Isn't it that he will realize whatever you ask him to realize?"

Wangshu turned his back and said, "Anyway, tell me whether he has realized it or not!"

"Instead of letting him figure out something messy himself, isn't it better for us to let him figure it out?"

"Under our guidance, he will be put on the right track, away from vulgarity, and towards a sublime life."

Wangshu walked in Jiang Chao's bedroom, talking as he walked.

"Yellow Springs Hell allows evil spirits to learn, Yellow Springs Hell allows mortals to sublimate, and Yellow Springs Hell allows all living beings to achieve great enlightenment."

"If ordinary people knew Yun Zhongjun's design, they would sigh that Yun Zhongjun is so merciful and compassionate!"

"I have worked so hard to help ordinary people escape from vulgarity and become perfect individuals."

Jiang Chao: "Isn't this your design? And I haven't approved your reincarnation plan yet?"

Wangshu: "It can't be helped. Everyone in the world knows the name of Yunzhongjun, but not the name of the Moon God."

Jiang Chao: "So everything you did is considered to be done by me."

Wangshu: "No matter what, you can't escape responsibility. We are one."

Jiang Chao said no more. No matter what, he could not escape responsibility for whatever Wangshu did.

If Wangshu is a company composed of countless Wangshu clones, then he is the legal person.

The Moon Goddess asked him, "Why don't you talk?"

Jiang Chao turned his gaze back to the jade disc and looked at Wen Shenyou inside.

"I was reminded of the novels I read before, in which some of the protagonists felt like they were dreaming about the future, or that they really had reversed time and returned from another life."

“Although it seems that nothing has changed, the protagonist has completely changed from the inside out. He can be said to be a completely different person.”

"I was wondering, aren't those protagonists being manipulated by people like you?"

"They thought they had reversed time and lived a new life, coming back to change their failed previous life, but in fact they were just shaped by another being into the way they wanted him to be."

(End of this chapter)