Chapter 1362 Zhuangzi’s Dream of Butterflies

Tan Ping pushed open the window and saw the clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, which stretched as far as the eye could see. It was obviously different from the dark clouds caused by the erosion of the Nine Netherworld at the end of the era, and he felt quite refreshed.

Could it really be the early Middle Ages, when the Holy Emperor Qi ruled the world? Could he really have returned to the past?

Huangliang pillow, Huangliang pillow... Could it be just a dream that was almost real?

Surprise, suspicion, confusion and other emotions surged, and Tan Ping saw dots of white light falling from the sky. When he got closer, he found that it was a sky full of flowers, and there was a strange vision.

"The Holy Emperor offered sacrifices to the sky, and all evils retreated!"

The loud shout he had just heard echoed again, and colorful clouds rose from the horizon one after another. They spread over and merged into a vast light path. Then the wind whistled, and raindrops fell. Feng Hou and Yu Bo, two legendary great men, led their magic soldiers and immortal generals to open the way. They were mighty and powerful, and every breath made Tan Ping feel ashamed.

After Feng Hou and Yu Bo, lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the world. Lei Hou and Dian Hou escorted an imperial chariot and drove slowly. Thunder roared like a welcoming voice.

This imperial chariot was simple in shape, stained with bloodstains of different colors, and had a strong will hidden inside, as if it would not close its eyes in death. The vicissitudes of life and strange breath filled the sky, and dragging the imperial chariot forward were nine horned dragons, with agile postures, and every inch of flesh and blood contained explosive power. Just seeing them, Tan Ping couldn't help but want to bow down.

There were bead curtains hanging around the imperial chariot, and a tall figure that was as powerful as the pressure in all directions could be vaguely seen. The surrounding kingly aura condensed into substance, surrounded by mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, etc., just looking at it, Tan Ping's eyes hurt and dared not look directly.

This momentum, this feeling, is more terrifying than every immortal god he met when he was seeking immortality in the past, and more unfathomable than the Feng Hou Yu Bo and Lei Hou Dian Hou in front of him. I am afraid that only the mysterious immortal who lent him the Huangliang pillow can be compared.

Tan Ping lowered his head, not daring to look again, and he had already understood in his heart.

If it was a dream, he would never be able to imagine the momentum of the Holy Emperor Qi!

What I saw just now is true, not an illusion or a dream!

I really went back to the Middle Ages, back to the past, this is a great opportunity!

Here, although I am the external scene, I have an advantage that every powerful and powerful person can hardly achieve, that is, knowing the future development and the inevitability of the future, the secrets are all in my heart, relying on this, it is not difficult to achieve a great cause and become an immortal!

Tan Ping was confident about this. Although he was born in the Seven Seas and Twenty-Eight Worlds, and his past history was separated from the Middle Earth, he had been back from the end of the East Sea for two or three hundred years. At that time, there was the Universal Knowledge Ball of All Worlds that connected the world, and many classics were left. It was not difficult to know the main events and general trends in medieval history.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and felt that a beautiful life prospect was within reach, and a golden road was paved under his feet.

"Is this the 'protagonist treatment' mentioned in those vernacular novels..." Tan Ping thought wildly.

When traveling in different seas, he read many vernacular novels that were handed down more than a hundred years ago in many markets. It was said that they were the remains of people who copied them down by hand after the Universal Knowledge Ball of All Worlds was broken.

After a quarter of an hour, the sky had long returned to normal, and Tan Ping woke up, thinking back to the history he knew, and seeing if there were any opportunities to seize recently.

"The Holy Emperor must offer sacrifices to heaven at the Dragon Terrace in Jiangdong. Even if this place is not close to the East China Sea, it must be not far away." He thought and said to himself, "East China Sea... during the reign of the Holy Emperor Qi..."

Suddenly, Tan Ping suddenly remembered something, and ecstasy appeared in his eyes:

"Miaoyan Palace!"

"Miaoyan Palace appeared once in this period of history, and circulated immortal secrets such as "Taiyi Changsheng Jing", "Taiyi Jiuku Zhenjue", "Qinghua Lingwen" and many treasures!"

The full name of Miaoyan Palace is Miaoyan Palace in the Eastern Qinghua Changle World, which is the Taoist temple of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun. After the Qing Emperor ascended to the other side, it merged with the Fusang Ancient Tree Realm. It was famous in ancient times and hid in the Nine Netherworlds for a short time. It only appeared once in the Middle Ages, which was during the reign of the Holy Emperor Qi.

Excited, Tan Ping paced back and forth, thinking to himself:

"I heard that the big men on the other side were everywhere in the past, present and future, but I just took advantage of it and it won't affect anything..."

"I don't dare to do this, I don't dare to do that, isn't it a waste of opportunity?"

The anxiety was quickly suppressed. Tan Ping set up the escape light according to the records in the classics and went straight to Qingyan Mountain in the East China Sea.

This mountain is remote and desolate, close to the end of the disappearing East China Sea. Although Tan Ping knew the approximate range, he had no specific knowledge. It took him a full half a year to find the corresponding object and searched for it according to the map.

Looking at the scene of withered grass and trees, short mountains and small islands, if he didn't know it was this place, Tan Ping would not dare to believe that the Taoist temple of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun was hidden here.

While sighing, he lowered the escape light and looked for clues everywhere, fearing that he would come too late and miss that period of history.

A few days later, Tan Ping was surprised to find a magical valley. When he stepped into it, fog emerged.

"It is indeed here!" He suppressed his excitement and kept moving forward in the mist. It took him three days and three nights to walk through the valley that seemed to be only a hundred feet long.

Suddenly, the mist dissipated, and Tan Ping's eyes lit up. He saw colorful clouds overlapping, purple air filling the sky, strange flowers everywhere, spiritual springs gushing from the ground, and vegetation flourishing to the extreme, full of vitality. He immediately realized that he had come to another world.

In the distance, there were towering mountains, lush forests, and layers of palaces, with auspicious lights rising from time to time.

Tan Ping took a deep breath, flew into the sky, cautiously approached the magnificent palace, and opened the door of Miaoyan Palace that seemed to be unlocked and sealed. Suddenly, a twisted mixture of dark red and pitch black appeared in front of his eyes. The lake is like blood and filth, full of entangled karma and the feeling of gathering death.

And in the middle of the lake, a green lotus flower bloomed, with bright petals, containing strong vitality. Sitting on it was a tall and thin Taoist wearing a bamboo crown and aqua blue robe. His eyes were closed and he had no breath. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and he seemed to have been lying down for a long time.

"The Medicine Master Wang Buddha was quite active in this era, so Taiyi fell asleep to avoid the disaster?" Tan Ping was startled, almost sweating profusely. Only when he found that the Taoist was completely silent did he feel in the mood to ask questions. .

He couldn't understand the mystery of the other side, so he bowed respectfully to Taiyi, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and said:

"This junior has no intention of offending the Heavenly Lord. I just came here to follow the instructions. I am destined to step here. Please don't blame the Heavenly Lord. If I am lucky enough to get something, I will worship the Heavenly Lord day and night. I will not dare or forget the great kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly palpitated, and he raised his head, just in time to see Taiyi Ku Tianzun open his eyes, and his breath filled the air little by little.

Alive?

woke up?

Tan Ping felt like he was going crazy with fear, his whole body was trembling, and his eyesight turned black.

"I understand." A soft voice sounded in his ears.

What do you understand? Tan Ping looked blankly and saw the light and shadow changing around him, as if pieces were being peeled off.

"Ah!" He shouted, sat up suddenly, and found that he was back in the cave, surrounded by old friends.

A dream?

A dream that can even imitate the momentum of Holy Emperor Qi and Taiyi in rescuing Ku Tianzun?

In the midst of surprise, Tan Ping found something in his arms. It was a bead that exuded a little green light. There seemed to be countless talismans and seals inside, which was mysterious and unusual.

"What is this?" the girl in a pink jacket asked in confusion.

I didn’t remember that Brother Tan had such beautiful beads...

Tan Ping looked around, wondering for a moment whether it was a dream or not. After his friends started discussing it, he took a breath and said, "This is what Huang Liang Yimeng has gained..."

Did you really go back to the past in your "dream"? Did you see Taiyi save Ku Tianzun?

"So amazing!" the man with sparse eyebrows exclaimed.

Tan Ping calmed down a little, thought for a moment and said, "How about you try it too?"

"Can we?" The girl in the pink coat was surprised and happy.

Tan Ping smiled slightly: "Everyone who meets you has a share, and you share the fate of immortality. This is the best friend."

You can't hide this thing, let there be a rift between each other, or even kill people and silence them, right?

Amidst the unanimous sighs and thanks from the others, the girl in the pink jacket lay down, calmly, and fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, she woke up and shook her head blankly: "I didn't dream about anything."

Tan Ping looked at the pillow and saw that it was dim in color and had obscure patterns. It seemed that it had exhausted all its strength, but the little gleams of light condensed and were recovering.

"You may have to wait a few days before you can use it again." Tan Ping judged.

The man with sparse eyebrows nodded gently: "Then we'll talk about it when we get to Nagato Island."

Changmen Island? Tan Ping subconsciously looked outside the cave and saw that the heavy rain had subsided, the dark clouds had dispersed, the moon and stars were sparse, and the whole world seemed to have been washed.