Chapter 1727 The Yellow Millet Dream!

The Taoist's face was very dark.

He hated eating fish, not because there were too many fish bones, but because he had been caught fishing before, and he was naturally disgusted with the word fish!

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

Fushengke glanced at the Taoist's grave and said lightly: "As the saying goes, the dead should rest in peace. When you are old and dead, you should lie in it well. Do you think so?"

"Bullshit!"

The Taoist stroked the wooden tablet and sneered: "If I were still alive, you? How dare you talk to me like this?"

"No if."

Fushengke smiled and said: "But you are dead, this is an indisputable fact."

"Actually."

Changing the subject, he said: "I am not deliberately targeting you. It's okay for you to hide the key fragments with you, but it's really wrong to interfere with this kid's affairs."

"How did you find out?"

The Taoist suddenly became curious, "I think I have some experience in the way of concealment."

Fushengke smiled but said nothing.

The golden seal in his hand shone brightly.

The old Taoist suddenly realized.

He had attacked several times because of Gu Han. This golden seal was originally a hidden hand of Fushengke. It was easy for him to capture a trace of its existence.

"Ha!"

Thinking of this.

He laughed sarcastically and said faintly: "Original Demon, Chaos God, Liuli Fairy, Huangquan Ghost, Jiuyouming, Wuwang Demon... You are indeed the most insidious and despicable one!"

"Use Gu Han's words."

Fushengke thought about it and smiled: "Is this... a manifestation of wisdom?"

"Little bastard!"

The old Taoist couldn't help but curse.

"Sure enough."

"I shouldn't have had more contact with this kid. His apprentice was devoted to him, but in the end, he even lost himself. Why bother?"

"What a pity."

Fushengke smiled and said: "You understand this truth a little late."

The old Taoist suddenly looked into the distance.

"Whatever you say."

He sighed, with a hint of pity in his tone, "That girl also worked hard for you, just watch her die?"

"He is the bait."

Fushengke naturally understood who he was talking about, and said with a smile: "It is to lure you and Gu Han. The fish are already in the net, what is the use of bait?"

"Too smart."

"It is never a good thing."

"She let the guy named Ji Wujiu take the pseudo-demon lord path. On the surface, she is doing things for me, but she wants to get out of my control?"

"In that case."

"Why should I keep her?"

"Born as a human being."

The old Taoist sighed: "It is better to be more human."

He suddenly felt.

I met Gu Han, and I was unlucky every day, but for Leng Meizi, staying by Gu Han's side was a good thing.

"Let's be honest."

At this point, he glanced at Fushengke, "Compared to the others, you are more like a human."

"Yes."

Fushengke was rarely melancholy, "This just shows that His evolution is nearing its end, He... is about to succeed."

"You don't know the inside story."

"He often calls us 'He', but we are us, He is He, and He has always been only one."

"Of course."

At this point, he smiled, "That person knows better than all of you, so he is stronger than all of you."

"You know he is strong, but you still dare to touch his son?"

The old Taoist looked at him like a fool, "Aren't you afraid that he will come back and kill you after he succeeds in the future?"

"He won't succeed."

Fushengke shook his head, "He is destined to fail. No one knows His horror better than us. He... is invincible."

"This is your sorrow!"

The old Taoist sneered: "If If you had half his courage, how could things have turned out like this? "

"No more words are needed."

Fushengke smiled faintly, "You and I are both trapped here, completely cut off from the connection there, no one knows the situation there, it is too early to talk about success or failure now."

"I understand."

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, "You calculated Gu Han just to find out what he left behind?"

"Yes."

Fushengke did not hide it from him, saying, "Knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. He can't beat him, but we can't beat him either. This is a vicious circle. The way to break the situation is most likely to be on Gu Han."

"Speaking of it."

He looked at the old Taoist, "You know him, do you know what he is going to do?"

"I am a dead man."

The old Taoist pointed to the grave and said faintly, "What useful information can you get from a dead man?"

"That's right."

Fushengke nodded and stopped asking.

"Daoyou."

Looking up at the sky above, he said faintly: "Although Huangliang's dream is good, it is not good to live in a dream all the time, don't you think?"

The old Taoist was silent.

He understood what the other party meant.

"Forget it."

After a moment.

He sighed, and gently stroked the wooden tablet with his skinny and rough hands, and said with emotion: "You are right, people can't always live in a dream!"

"You want to fight!"

"The old Taoist will accompany you to the end!"

He changed his previous shrinking, his body stood straight, and his turbid eyes became extremely deep, as if there were the ups and downs of the era in his eyes.

"Here!"

"After all, it is my Huangliang's Taoist temple!"

The ground trembled slightly.

The crack on the grave continued to expand, and a trace of mysterious aura emanated from the corner of the rotten coffin, surrounding the old Taoist, uncertain and dreamlike.

"Is that so?"

Fushengke smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward, and the myriad things in his eyes began to turn again.

Bang!

The wooden tablet in the old Taoist's hand suddenly exploded with a crack!

"Your Taoist temple?"

"It was before, but not necessarily after!"

Bang!

Bang!

With every step forward, there will be one more crack on the wooden tablet, and the pressure on the old Taoist will be greater!

"Ha!"

The old Taoist sneered, "You underestimate me. Do you really think I don't have some hidden skills?"

Bang!

As soon as the voice fell.

The wooden tablet in his hand exploded instantly!

Wood chips flew everywhere.

In a moment, it turned into a little dreamlike aura, spreading all over the Huangliang Taoist temple!

"Hmm?"

Fushengke paused, and suddenly looked up into the distance.

The sun was setting.

The last afterglow disappeared in an instant, and a ray of darkness climbed up the sky. The full moon was hanging high, and the stars in the sky were shining.

Inside the Taoist temple.

The grass and trees withered.

The fallen leaves were flying.

The plump and bright red fruits on the branches instantly lost their original luster, became extremely shriveled, and fell down.

On the grave.

The green grass that was originally about one foot long and thriving and lush also turned yellow in an instant and fell down weakly.

All things were disinfected.

There was a desolate silence between heaven and earth.

Suddenly.

The stars in the sky shifted, the moon shadow was tilted, and a ray of red light quietly climbed up into the starry sky!

The next moment.

A rising sun slowly rose into the sky, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the sky. In the jungles between the mountains, dots of green quietly emerged, replacing the previous withering. The entire Huangliang Daochang was full of life and prosperity.

In a single thought.

All things have gone through spring, summer, cold and heat, withering and flourishing, birth and death.

"Huangliang Dream Dao?"

Fushengke looked at everything in front of him and said softly, "It's interesting."