The years I was in the human world

The priest in flame-like red robes hurried to the Taihuang Temple with a stack of old scrolls in his arms. His expression was not as calm as usual, but rather anxious, which was unusual for him.

When passing by the gate of another god's palace, he bumped into Xia Si who had just come out, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground.

"Sorry." Xiao Jin said absentmindedly, and quickly squatted down to pick up the scroll that had rolled on the ground.

Qinghe replied indifferently, "Nothing", and squatted down to pick up the scrolls for him. When a scroll fell to the ground, it was accidentally opened. She glanced at it inadvertently and saw her name on it. In addition to her, the names of other innate gods were also listed.

She then unfolded the scroll and saw the divine seal at the end of the scroll. She gradually frowned and her expression became solemn. She looked at Xiao Jin with doubt and said hesitantly: "Lord Cangwu, this is...?"

"It was dug out from the ruins of the Fuyue Palace. It was written by Xiao Ling." The gods in the divine world are not fools. Since she saw it, Xiao Jin did not find any reason to hide it. He simply told the truth, "There are some troubles. I still have to ask Xia Yuchuan first."

"Okay, I'll go with Lord Cangwu." Qinghe nodded, handed the scroll back to Xiao Jin, and then told the boy beside him, "Take a jar of Zui Huayin and go to Qingyang Palace to apologize to Lord Dong on my behalf. Something happened suddenly and I can't go today. I will come to apologize another day."

After Qinghe finished giving instructions, the little boy took the order and left. She then made a "please" gesture to Xiao Jin: "Go first, my Lord."

"Yeah." Xiao Jin nodded.

The two of them soon arrived at the Taihuang Temple. As the matter happened suddenly, Xiao Jin was anxious to confirm some things, so he did not engage in a back-and-forth exchange of words with Xia Yuchuan as they usually did. Instead, he stated his purpose straight away.

Because he was asking for help, his attitude was better, which made the relationship between the two of them more harmonious: "Please ask Lord Taihuang to check whether this thing is real or not."

As Xiao Jin spoke, he handed an old scroll to the little boy who was passing on the things. It was the scroll that Qinghe had just seen. Xia Yuchuan took the scroll from the little boy and didn't react when he saw the name on the front. He didn't recognize Xiao Yueheng's handwriting and thought it was just an ordinary list.

Until he saw the seal at the end of the scroll, whose color had faded due to the passage of time. The seal of God exists as long as its master is alive and disappears with his death. Because it is bound by the power of law, it is impossible to forge it. This scroll could only have been written by Xiao Yueheng when he was still a god.

But how is it possible? When Xiao Yueheng died, the Four Seasons Gods were not the same as they are now. How did he know the names of the new gods who succeeded Qinghe and Huachao, and write them on the scroll, mark them with strange symbols, and seal them with the divine seal containing the power of law?

"Is it true?" Xiao Jin repeated it again. What he asked about was, of course, whether this scroll was really written by Xiao Yueheng before his death, and whether the divine seal was forged, although he himself knew very well that there was no possibility of forgery.

"Where did you find this?" Xia Yuchuan did not give a clear answer, but his serious expression gave an accurate answer.

"The ruins of the Fuyue Palace." Xiao Jin said, without explaining why he suddenly went to search in the ruins. Xia Yuchuan looked at him deeply, without asking any more questions, put the scroll back, and started to look through other scrolls. The others were just some trivial matters about the Wuxiang people's killing of gods, nothing special.

"Why is Qinghe here?" Xia Yuchuan was about to talk in detail with Xiao Jin, but Xia Si was beside him, so he was a little hesitant. What he was going to say next might cause trouble, and he didn't want too many people to know about it, even though he had no responsibility if he talked about it in detail.

"What? My name is written on the scroll, and you still won't listen?" Qinghe snorted coldly. Hua Chao did not tell her that although Lu Zhouxue was dead on the surface, he was actually secretly living in the human world. Therefore, she still didn't have a good face towards Xia Yuchuan, who was in the same group as Shen Yan who killed Lu Zhouxue.

Even though he is the only ancient god, he has an outstanding status and his word is final.

Qinghe had already said this, and if Xia Yuchuan continued to be evasive, it would seem that he was guilty. Although what he was going to tell Xiao Jin next was very troublesome, there was really nothing he couldn't say.

"Cangwu, since you have found out this far, I will not hide anything from you." Xia Yuchuan said, "You hate me and Ke Qin for forcing Xuan Du to death, and you want to find faults between me and him, but in fact, it was Xiao Yueheng who sought his own death."

"..." Xiao Jin did not respond. He had guessed a long time ago that his brother was determined to die, but what did this have to do with the prophetic scroll?

As if seeing the doubt in his heart, Xia Yuchuan immediately said: "I have no intention to sow discord between you and Xuan Du, but it is true that when the Heavenly Dao was choosing a master, he robbed you of your chance and caused you to enter the Land of Nirvana. The candidate for the Heavenly Dao's choice of master was originally you."

The gods of Mount Buzhou do not have as many worries as Xiao Yueheng. Most of them are like Lu Zhouxue, heartless and unfeeling, with no worries. For them, giving up themselves to conform to the way of heaven is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it is an opportunity.

"Xuan Du has taken away the tripod of Heavenly Dao. Cangwu, you should know that the difference between Heavenly Dao and us is the long years that are separated by a thin line but as far as the distance between us. He can change the past and the future, but you and I cannot." Xia Yuchuan said, pointing to the prophetic scroll and sighing softly.

"It seems that Xuan Du has already obtained the ability to change the past from the Cauldron of Heaven. Or maybe, he has already done something."

"Heaven chooses the master? What does that mean?" Xiao Jin's face showed confusion. He realized that things were not what he thought, and hurriedly defended his brother, "What do you mean by 'he harmed me'? I entered the Land of Nirvana to find a way to remove the obstruction on him. What does it have to do with him?"

"No, what is the tripod you are talking about?" Xiao Jin didn't understand a word Xia Yuchuan said. For some reason, he felt a little nervous.

"Heaven chooses its master, how come you don't know?" Xia Yuchuan was also puzzled. He had lived for many years and his memory was still good. He clearly remembered that Xiao Jin had accepted the call of Heaven back then, and Xiao Ling made a big fuss at that time. Why did Xiao Jin seem to be clueless now?

"How would I know...?" Xiao Jin gradually lost the strength to speak. He was a smart man, and after listening to what Xia Yuchuan said, he was able to piece together a rough outline - Xiao Ling had obtained the ability of Heaven to change cause and effect, and had already changed something.

"I'm going to the human world." Xiao Jin threw down these words and turned around and walked away in a hurry. He could hardly hold the sword in his hand. He felt very uneasy. There was a feeling of sand constantly flowing through the palm of his hand, and he felt panic and powerlessness as if he couldn't hold on to anything.

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"There seems to be something underneath." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't find any other clues in the stone chamber, so he set his eyes on the sarcophagus. There seemed to be a pattern pressed on the bottom of the coffin. He held the wall of the coffin and pushed it hard. The sarcophagus flipped to one side, and the pattern underneath was completely revealed. It was an incomplete formation.

"It looks familiar." Lu Zhouxue squatted down and took a look. He could barely recognize the formation through the incomplete picture. Ten thousand years ago, the gods came and went without a trace, but their mansions were hidden in a fixed location. At that time, it was not like today, where people can hide things in the Spirit Sea.

If they wanted to return to their mansion to rest or meditate, they would just draw a formation for returning to the mansion on the spot, and they would be teleported back. Due to the different habits of each god, the patterns of the formations were also different. Lu Zhouxue had a close relationship with Xiao Yueheng when he was experiencing the tribulation, and he had seen him draw formations.

Lu Zhouxue thought about it, and according to her memory, she took off the hairpin on her head and drew on the originally incomplete formation. After a while, the completed formation emitted a ball of faint blue light, and then the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

What I saw was a very small room, so small that it only had a couch on the floor and thick layers of felt, like the nest of some cold-fearing small animal. There were mostly some very ordinary children's toys in the room, and at first glance, there was nothing unusual to see.

"Is this a doghouse?" The room was littered with felt, bedding and clothes. It wasn't dirty, but looking at the mess, Xiao Fengzhuo couldn't help but complain. He picked up a piece of clothing and started to tidy it up. At this moment, a bronze mirror fell out of the clothes.

This mirror was obviously weathered, with cracks on the carved edges and dried blood on the sharp ends, as if it had been thrown to the ground in despair countless times, picked up again countless times, and then pressed heavily in the palm of the hand, causing the skin to bleed.

"The Sad Red Mirror?" Lu Zhouxue felt that the mirror looked familiar and asked subconsciously.

"The aura is very similar, they are from the same source, but it is not the Sad Red Mirror." Xiao Fengzhuo picked it up and took a closer look. He had come into close contact with the Sad Red Mirror before, so he would definitely not make a mistake at this time. Feeling the unusual aura coming from the mirror, he was a little puzzled, "It is a rare divine object, Xiao Yueheng just threw it away like that?"

"Let me see." Lu Zhouxue reached out to take the mirror in Xiao Fengzhuo's hand. The mirror flipped in an instant while they were passing it to each other. The front and back of the mirror just happened to reflect the faces of the two people. The accident happened in an instant.

A white light suddenly appeared on the mirror, sucking the two of them in. Lu Zhouxue's face changed: "A Zhuo!"

"I'm here, don't worry." Xiao Fengzhuo responded and held Lu Zhouxue's hand tightly.

At the same time, Kong Qing, who was looking at Xiao Yueheng's miserable return in the ghost house with amusement and was about to call him to task, suddenly felt a strong pull. Her expression, which had always been confident of victory, changed. She thought that Xiao Yueheng had done something and looked at him in disbelief: "You..."

She disappeared before she finished her words. Xiao Yueheng exhaled lightly, and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He turned over and lay on his back, staring at the dark sky in a daze. This time, he did nothing.

Xiao Yueheng suddenly laughed. He thought of the young man he met nearly two hundred years ago who threatened to destroy his temple. He laughed so hard that he couldn't help coughing violently and curled up on the ground like a shrimp. But even though he was in so much pain, he was still laughing, and tears came out of his eyes.

He was so happy that even though his whole body was in pain, he still crawled a few steps on his knees and then staggered to his feet. The ghost mansion's men all listened to Peacock's words and were sent out, so he had to hold on to the wall and slowly move towards the temple to pray to the gods.

With a slight "creak" sound, he pushed the door open and the cold moonlight poured into the temple. Following his footsteps, it illuminated the palace bit by bit. The pearl curtain hanging in front of the statue moved without wind, and the moonlight just happened to fall on the statue's face, outlining the brows of a young man with high spirits.

Xiao Xue resigned.

"Mianmian has fair skin and beautiful looks. She looks good even with this ugly thing tied on."

"You're giving me something ugly to wear?"

"Don't be ridiculous. This thing is a little ugly, but it has a good meaning."

"Oh?"

"The blessing totem of the Immortal Kingdom brings blessings of longevity and a hundred years of peace of mind."

Lu Zhouxue was pulled into darkness. Before he regained his vision, he first heard a familiar conversation. Then his whole sight brightened up. The handsome face of Xiao Fengzhuo from two hundred years ago reappeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Lu Zhouxue was stunned and subconsciously touched his face. The face was intact. It was the body he had when he was Xue Feng.

Another flashback? This was his first thought, but then he saw Xiao Fengzhuo reach out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, smiling at him, and saying something he had never said before: "But blessings are ultimately illusory, Mianmian might as well accept me. I will ensure that you will be safe and happy from now on, and live a hundred years without worries. What do you think?"

After Xiao Fengzhuo said this, Lu Zhouxue understood. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled: "Then... is it settled?"

There were no flaws in their conversation. Kong Qing, who was also pulled back by the mirror, looked at the two of them in doubt.

One of them was in seclusion while the other was sleeping. What happened two hundred years ago seemed like yesterday. They could still remember clearly what they said to each other back then. But Kong Qing was different. She had done too many things in the past two hundred years. Too many memories had been overwritten and replaced. She could no longer remember what Xiao Fengzhuo had said to Lu Zhouxue at this time back then.

As she was not sure whether they had come back with her, she remained silent.

Xiao Fengzhuo seemed to be talking to Lu Zhouxue just now, but in fact he had been secretly paying attention to Kong Que's expression. She concealed it very well, but still could not hide the anxiety in her eyes. Xiao Fengzhuo narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and became happy. This is right. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor.

Otherwise, if the peacock was ignorant, he would not be able to take action. However, although he was thinking about it, he still treated the peacock with a friendly attitude. In terms of cunningness, the fledgling peacock was still a little green.

He took out a bird-shaped porcelain flute and gave it to Peacock to play with, as he did in the past, and said with a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Here, a gift for meeting you."

This time, Kong Que did not ask for gifts in a childish manner. Although she tried her best to conceal her heresy, thinking that she could avoid suspicion by not speaking, she was still seen through by Lu Zhouxue. He wanted to talk to Xiao Fengzhuo, but the latter had no intention of dealing with Kong Que at this time. He held a red ribbon in his hand and wanted to comb Lu Zhouxue's hair.

"Mianmian's long hair is really beautiful." He praised her generously while his slender fingers penetrated into Lu Zhouxue's silver hair, and his fingertips rubbed across her scalp, bringing a gentle itch.

Xiao Fengzhuo's fingers nimbly weaved a long braid behind Lu Zhouxue's head and tied it with a red ribbon at the end. It looked like a red tassel on the snow, which was extremely beautiful.