Outside, when the Wenwu of Heshuo was panicked for Zhu Li, an old Taoist with a crane-haired and a snow-beard suddenly flashed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The old Taoist is very extraordinary, with big sleeves, floating dust on his shoulders, and a rosy face, just like the old fairy in the New Year painting.

The old Taoist stepped on auspicious clouds and frowned slightly. He stared at the books floating in front of him for a moment. It was as antique as an old book, which was exactly the classics of the Mountains and Seas.

"Ah" a long and distant sigh suddenly came from the old Taoist's mouth.

As the sigh arose, the old Taoist began to wave the dust in his hand, and silver threads sprinkled out in the sky. Zhu Li's sea of ​​consciousness, the doomsday scene where the wrath of anger and the roar of heaven and earth gradually subsided.

In just a moment, the entire sea of ​​consciousness changes and becomes sunny and calm.

After stabilizing the sea of ​​consciousness, the old Taoist continued to whip the dust in his hand towards the Shanhai Sutra in front of him. He saw the Shanhai Sutra tremble slightly, and a hazy and transparent phantom floated out weakly.

Judging from his body, spirit and appearance, isn't it Zhu Li? This figure seems a bit illusory, obviously not the body, but the soul body.

As soon as Zhu Li's soul body floated out of the Mountains and Seas, he saw the calm surrounding environment. Such a scene made him stunned at first, and then he let out a long breath.

He had no idea what was going on, and the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became as if it was about to overturn. His consciousness only showed his head here, and his entire soul body was instantly swept into the Mountain and Sea Sutra, and then his eyes went dark and he no longer knew what was going on behind him.

"Are you awake?" A sudden voice sounded in your ears, and Zhu Li was so shocked that she turned her head suddenly and looked in the direction where the sound came.

There stood an old Taoist with a childish face and a rosy face. The old Taoist's body was crystal clear, like a work of art made of glass, emitting a layer of bright light throughout.

This is the first time that Zhu Li's impression of suddenly appearing in the sea of ​​consciousness, so he looked at the other person with a calm expression on his face and asked in a deep voice: "Senior, who is, why are you here?"

"Oh" Looking at Zhu Li's weak and alert look, the old Taoist sighed again, and then said calmly: "Little guy, the old Taoist is the spirit of the Shanhai Jing."

"Shan Hai Jing, the spirit of the weapon?" Zhu Li said with a confused look on her face. What are these things?

What Zhu Li thoughts in her heart seemed to be able to see at a glance.

Although I realized the other party’s doubts, but I couldn’t explain them clearly in a few words, the old Taoist had to helplessly say: “Oh, forget it, you don’t understand if you explain it to you. I’ll tell you the origin of the Mountain and Sea Sutra.”

Zhu Li refused to comment on the advice of the old Taoist. After all, the other party was a mysterious man who suddenly appeared to him. He even felt very strange about how this old Taoist appeared, and he would not mind that the other party would introduce more other things.

"Let me say this, my master is Xuanyuan Daxian, a respected golden immortal who has attained enlightenment. He was ordered by the emperor to guard the Hero Soul Monument." The old Taoist opened the painting box and then told the story.

"In the Battle of Zhuolu, Chiyou was defeated, and countless heroic souls fell into war. Emperor Xuanyuan was kind and could not bear to see these heroic souls flying in the dark, so he secretly asked Nuwa to make sand, cast heroic soul monument, and included heroic spirits from the descendants of Yanhuang in Jiuzhou. He was able to devote himself to practicing Taoism and be ranked in the immortal class."

"Countless years have passed, and some people have wisdom and have achieved the right result in cultivation; while some people have a slightly poor qualification and have no result in hard practice. Most of these people have a firm and persistent mind and have been hard-working in their cultivation, hoping to achieve enlightenment in the first day, and they may ascend to the ascension.

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"But there are some people who cannot practice hard, so they secretly plan and use despicable means to seek other ways. The master calls these heroic souls rebels, and heroic souls like Murong Ba and Yang Sixu are rebels."

"Once the heroic soul rebelled, the heroic soul monument will automatically erase their mark, so as long as they escape the heroic soul monument, the heroic soul monument will never be included again, but once these heroic souls escape, they will inevitably cause disorder of order."

"These rebels cannot lock the Hero Soul Monument because they have no marks to pull. The specific amount of escape will no longer be counted. They can only rely on the Shanhai Sutra refined by the owner, and rely on you, the holder, to hit the dead rat one by one." When they said this, the old Taoist looked worried. Obviously, even the rebellious Hero Soul felt a headache.

However, after listening to the old Taoist's explanation, Zhu Li's heart was uneasy for a long time. After being shocked, she was still shocked. There were really immortals in this world, and even the emperor, one of the Five Emperors, were involved, which made him not surprised.

The old Taoist Liuli looked at Zhu Li's dumbfounded look and continued, "For countless years, the rebels have secretly planned and worked hard to manage, and finally they found an opportunity to break through the shackles of the Hero Soul Monument and escape."

"Because of the emergence of the gap, some honest and honest heroic souls were also affected, and they were also rolled out, so you appeared; the magic treasure Shanhai Sutra refined by my master is to regain innocent heroic souls and to eliminate those rebels."

It turned out that this is how Shanhai Jing came about. Zhu Li suddenly realized it and couldn't help but wonder again. Why did the old Taoist say that the rebels escaped from the Hero Soul Monument and appeared?

Moreover, the Shanhai Sutra is clearly the master of the old Taoist. How could that Xuanyuan Immortal refine it?

The old Taoist seemed to know Zhu Li's doubts, and without waiting for Zhu Li to ask, he continued to explain: "The vast sky, the boundless universe, and the operation of all things follows certain laws. Once order is destroyed, the laws of heaven and earth will take their own measures."

"In order to make up for the catastrophe caused by the rebellious heroic soul, you agreed and the magic weapon of Shanhai Jing is the auxiliary object given to you by my master."

"I, I, I am the one who came into being in the world?" The hazy Zhu Li widened her eyes bigger than the old cow, looked at the old Taoist in disbelief and asked in disbelief.

"Well, what's wrong? Don't you believe it?" The old Taoist asked in a deep voice with a serious face.

I am a person who came into being. Zhu Li really wants to scold her. Have you ever seen someone who has lived a hard life for half her life?

Have you ever seen someone who finally found a partner but was kicked in the blink of an eye?

Have you ever seen someone who can save someone and even let yourself die?

Have you ever seen someone who works hard to survive and finally finds a delicate little lady, and just stops the food again when the wedding night is expected?

.........

If all those who come into being are so tragic, it would be better if they don’t want to. They are all lie. Zhu Li was angry, but she wailed in her heart: “Oh my God, who dares to be more miserable than me?”

The old Taoist seemed to be able to see what Zhu Li thought at a glance, and noticed the other party's inner wail. The old Taoist quickly comforted: "This riot in the mountains and seas will cause your sea of ​​consciousness to collapse, but there is a reason."

"What's the reason?" Zhu Li's heart moved immediately when she heard this and asked hurriedly.

"Because of your appearance, a person who should not have died suddenly died in this parallel space; his death led to a certain dynasty that should have created a dynasty.

The emperor named Zhao disappeared completely." The old Taoist explained with a bitter face.

The emperor who founded a dynasty and his surname was Zhao, wouldn't it be Zhao Kuangyin?

Did Zhao Kuangyin disappear?

Disappeared before birth?

What's going on?

By the way, isn’t Zhao Jing’s grandfather? Could it be that something happened to Zhao Jing?

Thinking of this, Zhu Li immediately became suspicious.

"What happened to Zhao Jing is indeed. During the period when you were unconscious, I seemed to hear that he was poisoned to death." The old Taoist sighed.

When Zhu Li heard this, she frowned. Zhao Jing was arranged by him in the general's mansion. How could something happen? Who poisoned him? Why did he poison Zhao Jing to death? What was the purpose?

A series of questions made him more confused the more he thought about it, but then again, even if Zhao Jing was poisoned to death, what did it have to do with him, Zhu Li? It is really puzzling.

The two of them are not gay friends, nor are they comrades. Zhao Jing will not die, but in theory, it is not related to him at all. Why would the other party's death trigger a riot in Shanhaijing and cause him to suffer this unknown disaster?

His thoughts were naturally clear at a glance, and he reminded earnestly: "History is a established trajectory. Zhao Jing's death involved a dynasty that had been lost in history for hundreds of years. Do you know how many people's life trajectories have changed?"

The disappearance of a dynasty has affected more people, and the sea water cannot be measured, which is impossible to calculate at all. Thinking of this, Zhu Li felt furious.

"Is there any remedy?" Zhu Li asked hesitantly.

"How to remedy it? Can you let Zhao Jing come back from the dead?" the old Taoist retorted.

"What should I do? Is he really that important?"

"No, his life and death involve the change of the historical trajectory. The space you are in and the direction of history will shift. Isn't this serious?" The old Taoist looked at him angrily.

"Then, what should I do?" Zhu Li was a little panicked.

"Liangban, the historical trajectory has changed. The first one who is unlucky is naturally you, the historical messenger." The old Taoist said seriously.

"What will happen? What should I do?" Since the road is done, what's the use of fear?

The most important thing at the moment is to find ways to solve the problem, which is what a man should think of.

"Are you? You either annihilate or change your fate against the will of heaven. There is nothing else to think about." The old Taoist was loud and sound, and there seemed to be no room for a turn.

Zhu Li had no choice at all because there was only one way to survive, and she had to fight to the death.

"Don't worry, there are not people who have succeeded in changing their fate in history."

"As the saying goes, 'The number of Dayan is fifty, and it is forty, and it is forty to nine.' Why does it escape from one? This 'one' is a variable; the way of heaven is ruthless, but there is room for room everywhere. What seems impossible may be an opportunity to go against the sky." The old Taoist comforted seriously.

"What I said is that things are done by man, and you can do your best, at least you don't regret it." Zhu Li was open-minded, and it was not a big deal for him. In addition, he has been dead for the fourth time this time, and he has experienced a lot of life and death, so what else can't be ignored?

"Well, okay, I have a good mentality." The old Taoist looked at him with approval, "However, this path is not that easy to walk. Even if it is described as "nine-death and one life", it is not an exaggeration. The old Taoist can help you leave a way out, I wonder if you need it."
Chapter completed!