1142. Glowing painting 4
Ji Hua really couldn't understand the fateful thinking of these ancient people. What a bullshit life is like a dream. Modern people will never think that life is a dream.
Are there such wonderful dreams? Every feeling is vivid, every second is fulfilling, and every minute of happiness is real.
"If life is a dream, I might as well lie here and wait for death. Why do I have to work hard to live! Even if there is really a cycle of reincarnation, so what? Who remembers the things in the previous life, who cares about them, and I can't predict the things in the next life, why bother to worry about them.
Anyway, you will have a good life. Being with the person you like will knock down all the people you hate. The most important thing is to live happily and do what you want to do. As for whether the dust returns to dust, the soil returns to soil, and then count when you die. Why do you think so much? When you lie in the coffin, you have time to think about it."
The words made the people in front of him stunned.
"So that's it, it's because I have a shallow understanding." Shunhua woke up like a big dream.
Yueyu Ghost Lord looked at Ji Hua with admiration: "You have said so much nonsense, only these are the most memorable things, and surrendering to fate is indeed the most boring thing. I will not think that everything is a dream, otherwise what is the meaning of my revenge."
What does she mean that she has said so much nonsense? Every sentence that Miss Ji said is all famous sayings is good.
"I have been living for so long, but it is not as good as a girl's knowledge. Ghost Lord, this little girl is really interesting." Prime Minister Turtle also smiled and stroked his beard.
Old man, don't flatter him. If he could get her out, she would be even more grateful.
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A city in Tianjiu Kingdom.
The city that is frozen all year round is as warm as spring because of its rich spiritual power.
The people walking around the city were all white-clothed immortal disciples. They were wearing uniform clothes and plain white robes, with a solid red belt embroidered at the cuffs, embroidering the logo of this clan.
In the most solemn mansion in the city, there is a quiet room with a Taoist style, with smoke rising and fragrant medicine.
Xue Chongxiao stood in front of the sickbed, looking at the elderly lying in the middle of the collapse.
It was a kind of decay that was almost gone, and the blue and white air flowed on his withered face, and it seemed that he would not live long.
The old man looked at Xue Chongxiao: "Old man, I didn't listen to your advice and tried to break through the realm and fly, but ended up like this. I worked hard all my life to save the world and guide the Chinese people to cultivate immortals and follow the Tao, but it was difficult to get what I wanted. It seems that I was too obsessed with and became a demon in my heart."
"What's the point of being a god? There are also fighting for power and profit in the heavens. Over the years, my father has seen some immortals who are not open-minded and evil people who can become immortals. Do you still think that the fairy world is a happy land? Gods and immortals are also cultivated by humans. There are struggles in places where there are people, and there is just another world."
Xue Chongxiao said lightly, his eyes clearly visible.
Xue Feng smiled relievedly: "Haha, the old man has lived for so long, it's better to see through it. It's really useless to eat so much food. When I picked you up, your body was extremely weak, but your talent was extremely high, and my cultivation time was short, but it was faster than anyone in the country. To be honest, even I can't see through the realm of your strength. With your strength, becoming an immortal is just a matter of thought. Sometimes I wonder if you were reincarnated by a god."
Chapter completed!