481, Green Water and Green Mountains

The reconstruction went smoothly. Yu Heng had a plan in mind, and Cui Nan joined in. The two monks worked together, and the towering building was built from the ground. The new city of tens of thousands of square meters was built overnight, and the roads and bridges were all connected in an instant.

Yu Heng rebuilt a super city on the old land of his homeland, imitating the style of the former Kyoto. This time, there were less than one million descendants of immigrants who returned. Yu Heng settled all of them together and set aside a piece of land for a cemetery to place the ashes of the first and later generations.

Some people believe in the mirage weaving dreams, and some do not. Even if they believe, not everyone has the courage to give up the family business that they have run for half their lives, or even taken over and run for generations from their parents. They were born and raised in Xizhou. That was the hometown of their ancestors, not theirs.

Three hundred years is an unbridgeable gap.

Some of those who are willing to follow him are because it is difficult to make a living in Xizhou, and some are completely because of him as a "fairy". In the old saying, it is probably the celebrity effect. They felt that a great immortal would not deceive them like this. Wherever you go, you can live. If dreams are real, then your hometown is really good. There are no immortals who do not take human life seriously. There are beautiful scenery everywhere, vast areas, and all kinds of magical objects. Even if you don’t practice immortality, you can still fly in the sky and walk on the water... What a wonderful world.

Therefore, they are willing to follow the immortals and go to a better so-called "hometown".

There is also a part of them whose ancestors "awakened" their memories and left ancestral teachings for them to return home. The ability of the mirage monster is really powerful. They live with false memories all their lives. It is not until the moment of death that the restrictions are slightly loosened, and they remember some past events, so they leave a few words for their descendants, asking them to "take them home".

What can the descendants understand? Go home? Go back to Beizhou? For a mortal, it is too far from Xizhou to Beizhou, and the people of Beizhou do not have much attachment to their homeland. In fact, it is because the climate conditions in Beizhou are very bad. In order to survive, they often migrate and sometimes have no fixed place to live. Go home? Fallen leaves return to their roots, but which piece of land in Beizhou is the hometown? Which hill is the old home?

So the descendants confusedly wrote down the last words of their ancestors. Maybe they occasionally talked about this matter when chatting with their descendants one day, but they were gradually worn away in the busy life. When the dream came, they suddenly realized that the last words left by their great-great-great-grandfather were true, and that beautiful little world was their ancestral land. This part of people moved the ashes of their ancestors and brought them to the Lanhai small world.

In fact, Yu Heng went back to Xizhou when he was strong enough to protect himself, but at that time, 90% of the first generation of immigrants had died. At that time, he had not even been able to get a mirage monster, so he could not help the few remaining old people regain their memories.

The passage of time cannot be stopped.

When Yu Heng entered the Mahayana stage, he suddenly had some realizations. A voice told him where he came from. Before practicing to the extreme and shedding the mortal body to achieve the immortal body, one must go through a process of self-examination.

Who am I? Where do I come from? Where will I go?

It was at that time that a mysterious voice told him that he came from the Lanhai Small World. His roots were in the Lanhai Small World. His surname was Yu and his name was Heng in the secular world. He was going to ascend to the immortal world.

After self-examination, Yu Heng realized that his hometown was called the Lanhai Small World. This was exactly the same as his Taoist name, and his Taoist name was given by the leader of the Yingzong when he advanced to the Jindan stage. Generally speaking, the Taoist name is chosen by the cultivator himself. If there is a master or elder, it will be chosen by the elder. At that time, he had no idea of ​​becoming a disciple, and he had no pursuit of the Taoist name. The leader was very optimistic about his future development at that time. Perhaps out of the idea of ​​wanting him to be more closely connected with the sect, he took the initiative to help him choose a Taoist name.

Yu Heng had a very good impression of Cong Yingzong. Although he did not become a disciple, he actively participated in various activities in the sect and never refused. His parents lived comfortably in Cong Yingzong, and he relied on the sect to take care of his parents when he was busy practicing. Therefore, seeing that the sect master was very interested and enthusiastic, he agreed.

"I asked Yueji Pavilion for this specifically. They said that the word 'Lanhai' is very suitable for your fortune. What do you think?" The whole family of Yueji Pavilion is good at calculating and deducing. It can be said that they are masters of metaphysics in the world of immortal cultivation and are the most famous in Nanzhou.

So Lanhai became his Taoist name.

When he advanced to the Mahayana period and learned that his origin was the Lanhai small world, Yu Heng felt only fate in his heart. Such fate made him believe more that this world was his responsibility. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Didn't he struggle for so many years just to return to his hometown? The position of his hometown in his heart is very important. He completed so many tasks just for today. Now that his hometown needs him to rebuild, he will definitely go all out.

These people are willing to go with Yu Heng, so he must make sure that they live well. Now what Lanhai Small World lacks most is people. Without people, nothing can be done.

In order to help the descendants of immigrants integrate into life here quickly, Yu Heng not only opened a number of courses, but also played old documentaries on the big screen in the square 24 hours a day. He did not ask those people to completely abandon the living habits they developed in Zhenwei Continent, such as language and writing, but hoped that they could understand their own nationality, language, writing and other heritage.

Life went on slowly like this.

Yu's father and Yu's mother were very emotional after recovering their memories, and Yu's mother even cried for several nights. She finally understood why her son had that depressing look in his eyes before, always moving upwards and forwards desperately, as if he was tireless, and his eyes seemed to be lit up with two clusters of fire, so bright that it frightened and worried her. She thought that the move of the family from Beizhou to Xizhou put too much pressure on her son. Now that her memory has recovered, everything she experienced in those years is vividly remembered: falling into the jungle from the sky, dangerous falls in the dense forest, their family went north, and encountered many things on the way. Difficulties, and then went to the north of the country, crossed the sea, and entered a strange and mysterious forest that was even more dangerous. After that, he escaped outside and encountered a murderous demon cultivator again...

That scene is so clear.

Their family has always been on the edge of a knife. They should have supported each other and encouraged each other, but she and her husband had forgotten all of that, leaving their son alone to support and struggle alone. Her son had always wanted her and her husband to live longer. She thought that her son wanted them to stay with him longer. How could she imagine that her son wanted to take them home?

She couldn't help but want to cry when she thought about how much pressure her son had endured over the years without her knowing.

Seeing that his mother was in a low and sad mood, Yu Heng comforted her for a long time. He wanted to make his parents happy, not make them sad.

"If you want to live there, it's easy. I've built a teleportation array, so it's very convenient to come and go."

Yu's mother shook her head: "I don't want to go back." After recalling the cause and effect, she had a knot in her mind about that continent. She looked around with a nostalgic expression: "It's very good here." This community was exactly the same as before, and the rooms were copied. There are seven or eight photo frames on the table. The photos inside were taken by the family with Polaroids in the hotel after sneaking out of the mirror.

She held Yu Heng's hand, her eyes sparkling: "This is our home, Mom is not going anywhere."

After Yu's mother calmed down, she began to help record video lectures, teach some common sense and talk about some past events, so that everyone could have a greater sense of belonging.

This new little world quickly became more beautiful.

The nourishment of spiritual rain caused all things to recover very quickly. Rivers and lakes were filled with sweet water again, and vegetation became lush. In just three years, the biosphere was completely restored. Yu Heng removed the rainfall array and only added it on rainy days. A few drops of spiritual essence liquid.

In the tenth year, Yu Heng left the small world of Lanhai for the first time and returned to the Congying Sect. After greeting the sect master, the two talked about the Xuanyang Sect. The sect master was a little helpless: "After all, they are guests from afar. I have been waiting for you in the sect for a long time, and I won’t leave until I see you.”

To the monks, ten years is just a blink of an eye, but to the Xuanyang Sect, ten years means that their sect has fallen a big level and is about to be annexed by other immortal sects.

Yu Heng said lightly: "Since you are here, you must be sincere. There were not 100 million but 90 million people who moved to the Lanhai small world. How could it be that so many people, besides me and Guangchuan, and my parents, were all alone?" Are all those with spiritual roots gone? Back then, the Xuanyang Sect took a fancy to the thermal weapons of our small world and took away General Zhang Quanzhou and others, the top commander of the Kyoto safe zone during the Z country war. Xizhou did not find them. Descendants."

The boy presented the fruit plate and tilted his head and smiled at him. He stopped talking and touched the boy's head: "I brought snacks from my hometown. They are at your seventeenth senior brother's place. Go and have a look."

"Thank you, ancestor." The boy saluted and ran out happily.

After the boy went out, Yu Heng continued: "Our country's military, special police, etc., recruit top talents in the country. I don't believe that none of them can cultivate." In Xizhou, ordinary first-generation immigrants were on the verge of death. Being able to recall the past, Cui Nan occasionally feels it during practice, which means that the mirage's dream weaving is not absolutely solid, and some harsh conditions can make the dream weaving effect unstable. Such as "death", such as "advancement".

The leader of Congying Sect nodded directly: "I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will let them hand over the person."

He couldn't help but hear some news hundreds of years ago. At that time, some strange weapons appeared in Xuanyang Sect. Those weapons were so exquisite that even the refining master said they had never seen them before. At that time, Xuanyang Sect disciples had used that kind of "gun" many times when they were in the low-level secret realm. The iron sand shot out by the gun could even penetrate the body-protecting light of the foundation-building monks, and low-level magic weapons could not block it. "bullet". At that time, Xuanyang Sect was like a fish in water in the low-level secret realm (only monks with foundation building and below could enter), running rampant, and even he had heard of the reputation of being domineering in Nanzhou.

It turns out that thing came from Lan Hai’s hometown, no wonder.

If Xuanyang Sect hadn't had bad luck later and everything went wrong, Xuanyang Sect would have almost completely dominated the low-level secret realm with those weapons. If the low-level disciples developed well, they would be a high-quality junior force in the future. Each generation of Xuanyang Sect has uninterrupted talents. How unlucky is Xuanyang Sect? The master of the Ying Sect still remembers one of the more famous stories. It is said that a Qi Refining Dzogchen disciple of the Xuanyang Sect took a "gun" and competed for treasures in a secret realm with a disciple of another sect in the early stage of foundation building. He shot out with a hidden gun. It actually hit the Level 4 Flame Eagle that was just passing by in the air.

The Level 4 Flame Eagle is equivalent to the strength of a mid- to late-stage human construction base. It is a relatively common spiritual beast, and its temper is as fiery as its habits. We were just passing by, but how could we not hate it when one of our wings was suddenly hit by a shuttle? Therefore, he flew down and burned the Xuanyang Sect disciple alive.

It's really unexpected and very ridiculous.

Later, when Xuanyang Sect gradually lost, what good could low-level disciples do if they could gain an advantage outside? High-level disciples were killed one after another, what good could low-level disciples do? They behaved more arrogantly outside and made more enemies. Not long after, the reputation of those new weapons gradually faded. If Yu Heng hadn't mentioned this matter today, the leader of the Yingzong Sect would not have remembered this old story.

After sending Yu Heng away, the leader of the Yingzong Sect leisurely summoned the little boy with crumbs hanging from the corner of his mouth and asked him to invite his assistant, Changqing Zhenren. The highest-ranking guest of Xuanyang Sect was only the elder, so he didn't need to personally pass on the message. Changqing Zhenren's face was enough.

Want to see Lan Hai? Wishful thinking.