Ask for Magic

Chapter 1476 There are many endless reincarnations

Who can enter your life is determined by fate, but who can stay in your life can't be determined by fate. The only thing that can really be decided is yourself.

Since you can't forget it, just don't forget it, even if everything is empty... Even if everything becomes the afterglow of dusk, with the advent of the night, it will dissipate and can't be found.

Su Ming walked past the evil son of heaven in a robe and a bamboo hat, just like his life, from winter to Su Chun, or maybe other seasons, until he walked to the gate, there was no wind and snow behind him.

Until he walked to the gate, behind him came a soft sigh of the evil son of heaven, with pity, complexity and pride.

That was the life of pity for Su Ming. That was the choice of the complex Su Ming. It was also the road to be proud of Su Ming. The sigh gradually faded away, and gradually became farther and farther away from Su Ming, until his footsteps came out of the gate and entered the ancient burial capital. The sigh behind him seemed to have been isolated for countless years It's gone.

Su Ming didn't look back. He walked in this capital, walking, walking.

He didn't need to know the direction, because at the moment he entered the gate, he had seen the direction and saw the three towering towers erected in the capital in the distance. Each of the three towers sat cross-legged at the top.

On the high tower in the middle, the person sitting is dressed in an imperial robe, with a strong sense of luck, as if the whole world, the whole vicissitudes of life, and the whole ancient burial country should be centered on this person. It seems that... The place where this person is located is the ancient burial country. If he is not

He is the emperor of the ancient burial country, and he is the emperor of ancient burial!

Next to it, it is the top of the third tower. The cross-kneeled figure is a middle-aged man. The man looks very beautiful and full of a sense of strangeness. This feeling is extremely strong, and it has become a breath around him, which makes this person seem to have the most incongruous meaning between heaven and earth when Su Ming

It seems that this person, even the luck, does not integrate with it at all, does not allow heaven and earth, does not melt the sky, does not integrate all sentient beings in the world, because... whether it is heaven and earth, the sky, all sentient beings, can not surpass his existence at a level, because... he is the whole vast interior,

He can create heaven and earth, so how can he integrate into heaven and earth, can he create the sky, how can he surrender his identity to integrate the sky, he can create and change all sentient beings, and how can he melt? If it is true, it should also be heaven and earth, the sky, all sentient beings, try to integrate him!

He is Shura!

His condensed road, the supreme domineering Shura!

Three high towers, with the emperor in the middle, the third is Shura, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the first tower... is staring at Su Ming at this moment.

The figure, with the vicissitudes of life and the passage of time, seemed to cross his knees here for a long time, waiting for Su Ming here... for a long time.

There is no emperor-like ancient burial luck in this figure, and there is no supreme domineering I am the creation of Shura, but in this figure, there is an indescribable breath that seems to be able to distinguish between true and false, see through all illusions, and even see through the years.

This breath, as if it is the limit of wisdom, is the end of life that can be understood, and it is also... as if it can understand the luck, understand the hegemony, and understand the way of all life.

On this road, he can never see illusion, and he can see the truth he wants to see!

That's... Gu Hong!

Gu Hong, one of the three nine Taoist gods in ancient burial, or in other words, these three people at this moment are no longer the nine Taoist gods. Maybe they have cut off their own Tao and achieved their own... The Tao is boundless!

Shura has cut off his own way and achieved the boundless road. The ancient emperor, obviously also cut off his own luck in the past two thousand years, thus becoming the boundless road!

And Gu Hong... He can now sit cross-legged on the tower, which has shown that he... also cut off his choice!

Cut down is not a real meaning, but a decision, a choice, this choice... can't go back, can't go back, right is right, wrong is wrong, two ways, maybe one is right, maybe both are wrong...

Once you choose, you will live for the rest of your life.

Su Ming paused slightly and stood on the street where the ancient capital was buried. He hurriedly passed by all sentient beings. Su Ming did not look at them, because he knew that even if he went to see them, he could not remember these faces, so he simply did not look at them.

The only thing he saw was Gu Hong on the first tower.

The old man was also looking at Su Ming, and a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"You boy, I have been waiting for you for two thousand years!" The old man's voice with laughter suddenly came out of the tower where he was at this moment. When it echoed the whole capital, it came to Su Ming's ears.

This simple sentence contains the warmth. Su Ming feels very deeply here, which makes his heart warm at this moment. That kind of care is very real, so that Su Ming... will remember it for a lifetime.

"Disciple Su Ming, see the master." Su Ming looked at the figure on the tower in the distance, gradually held his fists and bowed deeply there.

Laughter with vicissitudes of life, more joy. When it came out again, the old man on the tower had disappeared and appeared in front of Su Ming.

His appearance is still the same, but it is less strange and more old. At this moment, when he looked at Su Ming, he showed his heart in his eyes. After looking at Su Ming carefully, his laughter was even louder.

"Good, good, good, after all, I didn't let the teacher wait for two thousand years in vain. As a teacher, I promised you to see with your own eyes the battle between me and the two immortals.

This is a promise to be a teacher. Since it is a promise, you must do it. It's only 2,000 years. Even if it's 20,000 years, 200,000 years or even 20,000 years, you will always wait to be a teacher!" The old man's face used to have a lot of wrinkles, but now in the laughter, it seems that there are even fewer wrinkles.

"Go!" The old man laughed happily, took Su Ming's right hand, shook his body, and appeared directly on the tower where he was before.

In the position of the spire, there is only one seat, because at the second tower and the third tower, Su Ming can clearly see that there... only one person meditated cross-legged.

But on this first tower, there are two cross-legged places. In other places, it is obvious that the old man has condensed for two thousand years. This move is very simple and looks ordinary, but it is this ordinary seat that makes Su Ming's heart tremble at the moment he sees it.

This seat contains the old man's love for Su Ming and all his kindness to Su Ming, a disciple. It doesn't need any other reward. It's just a kind of love, just a testimony of Taoism.

Such as his fate with Su Ming, such as the way they chose... is a similar road.

"You two are immortal. We can fight. My disciples are back, haha." The old man stood there and laughed. The leaked voice made Su Ming feel familiar and unreliable.

Almost at the moment when the words came out, Shura's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a trace of ruthless light in his eyes. His appearance changed, and his breath was also different from that of that year. The ruthlessness in his eyes made him look like he was no longer a monk.

"For a monk, it's better to avoid the war in a sealed way for two thousand years, Gu Hong... Your way is still as disgusting as ever!"

"Nonsense, my apprentice is Laozi's, and it's not yours. Of course, I have to care. If I don't care, who can care about it and hope that the old man who plays with luck?" The old man turned his eyes, snorted coldly, and immediately scolded.

During the words, the figure sitting cross-legged on the tower in the middle. The emperor of the ancient burial country slowly opened his eyes and looked at Su Ming. There was not much emotional change in his expression, only a sigh.

"Xuan'er..."

"My name is Su Ming." Su Ming looked at the emperor who buried the country in ancient times, was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his mouth.

The emperor of the ancient burial country, the figure sitting cross-legged on the high tower in the middle, was also silent. After a long time, his low voice, like the whole world was spinning, came out.

"Do you remember... the story of the wanderer leaving home..."

Su Ming's eyes condensed and looked at the emperor carefully. He thought of the old man he saw in a stall in the dark night 3,000 years ago.

"Why do you continue to be confused? I'm not surprised that you can be chosen as a disciple by Gu Hong, because your way is similar to him, but now that Gu Hong has cut off the choice, you... don't you wake up?

Wake up, my Xuan'er, when you wake up, you are... the emperor of the ancient burial country, when you wake up... the luck of the whole ancient burial will condense your body, you will be the only inheritor who condenses my luck and the way of loneliness, you will be... the real way is boundless!" The ancient burial emperor, the figure slowly stood up from the tower and stared at Su Ming. His voice was like the sound of heaven and earth. In the echo of this moment, all the lives in the whole capital shook at this moment, and all of them knelt down in an instant.

Not only them, but also the sects in all directions, and all the monks in the whole ancient burial country, are all at this moment, kneeling in their respective directions, to this place... like worship, to worship this ancient burial luck!

The sky changed, as if it had formed chaos, and the earth was foggy, as if it had become vast. Everything was in this moment, as if it had become the center with that figure!

"This is his boundless way, not mine." The old man was beside Su Ming, watching the change of the day and slowly opening his mouth.

There is a limit to life, there is no limit to knowledge, and there are many ways of reincarnation.

The earth is bounded, the sky is boundless, and life and death are boundless.

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Let me tell you about today's hard experience. When I first recovered from a serious illness, I got up after 6 a.m. and went to catch the 7:30 a.m. flight. I arrived at the airport before seven o'clock. After processing all the check-in procedures, I was suddenly told that the plane was late and took off at 10 o'clock.

I was depressed at that time. If I had known this, I might as well have slept more. It's 10 o'clock. I found a seat to lean there, took a nap, set a mobile phone alarm, and woke up at 9:30 to get on the plane.

But at this time, I was told by the airport that the time was changed to 11 o'clock, so I scolded in my heart, so I found a coffee shop to start typing, but the surroundings were very messy and the writing was slow. It was not easy to arrive at 11 o'clock. Suddenly, the bad news, the flight was cancelled because of

Not only the cancellation for one day, but also tomorrow's. I only want to go home the day after tomorrow, but I was in a hurry, so I quickly refunded the ticket and gritted my teeth and bought it to Harbin. I have a lot of persistence. I must go home today!

I arrived in Harbin at 3:30 p.m. When I looked at the heavy snow outside, I suddenly remembered the kindness of Chen Meng's pick-up in Guangzhou... I called a black car and got on the highway against the wind and snow. At this moment, I am still on the way. It is estimated that I will be home in an hour and a half

I have just recovered from a serious illness. From 6 a.m. to now, this chapter is written on a black car, and I connect my mobile phone to the computer to update.

There is only one chapter, because I have seen the cold Taoist who left me this morning, and I'm slowly coming back with a yin smile

Damn snow, damn airport, damn cold! RS