Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 37 Some people are dead, he is still alive

  Shi Guangzhi Zhengdi thought for a long time, laughed completely, and bowed his fists, "Today the gods come to the world to solve the doubts of the human race, you have to say, since I wish the Witch Kingdom a promising future, I can rest in peace!"

   "Speaking of this, three questions and three answers, it's over."

  I wish Zheng a tasting tea quietly.

  He knows that this paranoid and fanatical man has always had a pure dream since he was a boy who promoted change, and today he finally chose to drown with his own dream.

When the tea in the teacup was drunk, Zhu Zhengwei left step by step, with the holy white light lingering around him, and suddenly the figure whispered: "You lose your body and cast a holy scroll, turn your head and ask the Cangxian. If the person who sacrifices his life enters the country, who will say that the emperor will die? ?"

  Finally, riding a colorful sunset, flying away.

  Shi Guangzhi Zhengdi stood alone in front of the tea shed, tall and straight like an ancient pine.

   Soon, he heard the guards and historians, and said lightly:

   "I said, you write."

"Yes!"

  A historian respectfully lifted the pen.

   "Today I look to God, three questions and three answers."

   "I wish Wu Jiangshan, standing on the continent surrounded by thousands of seas, the country of swallowing wind and drinking gas, starts from our own."

  Shi Guangzhi Zhengdi kept talking, his voice revealed a sense of domineering, standing silently overlooking the imperial city in the distance, while talking, as if looking back at the words just now, there were thousands of emotions in his eyes, which made people move.

  Wow.

  The mist on his body gradually dissipated completely.

  Swiss strands, colorful, like a cloud fairy waving a ribbon.

  At this moment, all Xiancao looked at the back of the tall old man, felt an unprecedented historical weight, and couldn't help feeling mixed.

  Three questions from the emperor and three answers from the gods. It is a classic.

  Every word and sentence turns back and forth, exquisite and exquisite, you can read it back and forth carefully. This seems to be a truly heroic mythical epic, a dialogue between the gods in the ancient era and the first human emperor in the world.

  The huge aura of the two people sitting under the tea shed just now collided and violent, which made them feel agitated!

  Every question and answer, there are movie climaxes everywhere, making people fascinated by watching!

  If you compare the history of earth civilization, it is no less than the immortal in the sky, and see the first emperor of China, Xuanyuan Huangdi.

  Someone suddenly remembered an allusion, and said in shock:

  "The Yellow Emperor ascended the throne, gave benefits and inherited the sky, cultivated virtue, only benevolence, peace in the universe, did not see the phoenix, but only thought about its appearance, and the morning resurrection, I called the old man to ask!"

  Everyone listened to the magnificent ancient records, and they seemed to be somewhat similar, resembling the present.

  Sunset at dusk.

  The sun has only the last trace of afterglow.

  Everything seemed very quiet, only the sound of rustling wind and the fine sound of swaying fairy grass, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and passing away.

  Sunset, time passed by.

   "This is really a good weather, I have no regrets in this life." Shi Guangzhi made the last word of his words, and the whole person's breath completely collapsed, and he laughed heartily.

When the historian finished the dialogue silently, he raised his head and saw that Emperor Shi Guangzhi was sitting on a chair in the tea shed. The eyes of this old man before his death were still staring at the side of the sea. That was Wan. The location of the stone wall is the ocean outside the world, which is the wide world described by the gods.

  The pupils of the historian dilated, and the whole person was stunned.

   "The king, it's dead." He ran out frantically, and notified all the palace ministers.

  On the edge of the tea shed, the temple stood still, and the world seemed to be completely quiet at this moment. There was no sound anymore. Only an old dead king and a lot of swaying fairy grass remained in the entire venue.

  They were also stunned. After the magnificent conversation, they only felt that their eyes were red and their five senses were mixed.

"I suddenly remembered that post, from the perspective of the weed on the tea shed, and the travellers under the tea shed that evening glow, with countless longings in their eyes. As the leader of the revolution that year, he and the mole with tears The man talked with him, full of spirits, just like that sentence: When Xianyi was annoyed by the horse, he looked at Changan flowers all the time!"

"I remembered the other scene later, when the unifying slave dynasty was extremely desperate when he found the weed on the tea shed, and finally took it down. This weak mortal who wielded a knife at the hypocritical monarch of the Three Kingdoms at the same time continued the previous generation. The road of the slave emperor will finally follow his destiny!"

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   "In the blink of an eye, the scene remains the same. He has already shocked the mythical emperor of the world. He is still in the tea shed. He is old and he has gone, but the gods are still there. The style of the tea shed is the same as before."

   "I saw his life."

   "Woo woo woo! This reveals fate and reincarnation!"

   "We are all the dust of this long history!"

  They suddenly felt a thousand emotions.

  Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

  Some people named Shi Guang Changheng emperor riding on the people’s head as a majestic blessing, some people leaned down and acted as cattle and horses for the people.

  Some people named Shiguang Changshou Emperor wanted to carve their names into the stone and wanted to be "immortal", and some people would rather be weeds, waiting for the underground fire to burn.

Some people can live longer, but they have chosen to lead by example, as human leaders, to accept people’s life calmly and accept the saddest things that all people in the world have to face, birth, old age, sickness, etc. die.

  Obviously he was so unwilling, but he chose to accept such a sad thing.

"Destroy the body and cast the sacred scroll, turn the head and ask the Cangxian. Who said that the emperor died when he entered the country?" Someone suddenly said, chewing the poem of the true **** just now, only feeling full of the majestic epic heroism of common people's pursuit of longevity smell!

  Perhaps, his body decayed and his soul dissipated, but his spirit became a true immortal.

  "Who said that the emperor died when he entered the country?" Someone began to repeat.

  Someone’s eyes were red, and they screamed loudly, wishing that there was a roll of paper next to them, and they wiped away the tears of watching the epic mythological drama, and they couldn’t help but follow the trend and said:

  "Who said that the emperor died when he entered the country?" The essence of human beings is a repeater.

  Boom!

  The sound waves roll.

  In the fairy pond, they suddenly read that sentence without saying a word, rolling in the sky and the earth, to see this great saint off.

  The ministers who rushed over also watched all this blankly.

  They found the entire scene of an extremely mysterious dream.

  The corpse of the old man, surrounded by the air of the "cloudy sea of ​​gas", which is the root of the whole humanity, is like a huge wave rolling, overlapping and overlapping, as if there are neat celestial hymns, sending off this great emperor.

  In this fairy pond, the fairy grass swayed neatly, and the inexplicable fine song undulated with the weeds.

  The sound became louder and louder, resounding through the entire city of hundred stones, passing through hills, fields, and deserts. It seemed to resound in the ears of all the people, like mourning, like singing, like screaming.

  Everyone looked up inexplicably and heard this inexplicable chant.

  In the sea.

  The other immortal grasses who were not on the scene of the six hundred immortal grasses also began to sing and repeat the sentence: "Who will say that the emperor will die when the person who sacrifices his life enters the country?"

  What do these fairy grasses leave for this era?

  Prove that they have witnessed, that although they are spectators in this world, they have been here.

  Boom!

  All the thousand celestial grasses have entered a certain frequency. As the foundation stone of the whole world, they have begun to tremble the world in a special way.

  A burst of eulogy came from the sky, spreading to every corner of the world, the seaside country, the bronze country, every town, every barren land.

  Under a big banyan tree.

  An old man is playing chess.

  The residents of the surrounding residential buildings opened the windows and walked out of the houses.

  They only felt that a certain thread in their hearts was broken, and a certain stalwart existence had fallen, and the world began to be infected with a layer of sorrow.

The old man raised his head and couldn't help laughing, "Unbelievable, unbelievable! Those immortal grasses still have such secrets, people who feel the world, listen to the things of the world, how many people in this world can't help but The mystery of groping."

  In the endless ocean.

  A luxurious and magnificent underwater kingdom is under construction.

  A huge shadowy monster raised its head and emerged from the sea.

  He seemed to see a ray of light shining from the cloud layer of the continent, the sacred and white light, as if piercing the entire night near dusk.

   "That's it?" She stayed.

"What a nice view."

   "It turns out that in this world, the man with the mole with tears has come again." She closed her eyes gently, as if listening to the wind.

  In the City of Hundred Rocks in the entire kingdom, all the breath-eaters, witches, bowed down and sang loudly.

   "That's qi!"

  "This is the atmosphere of sunset!"

   "No! That is the fairy grasses talking, to see off this stalwart emperor of our human race!"

  "There should be records in the history of later generations: the death of a saint, a vision in the sky, the gods to see off, the sorrow of the fairy grass, and the sadness of all things! The common people cry for it!"

  (End of this chapter)