Chapter 171: Vicissitudes of life

After a moment, Wang Sheng finally found a crowded place, which was the Hui tribe in the mouth of the old man.

The living style of this tribe is similar to that of the old tribe, but the population is much denser, and there are many places. There is the weather of the big tribe. Wang Sheng’s consciousness quickly swept through this tribe and easily found a wooden house in the corner of the tribe. .

Wang Sheng's eyes narrowed. In one of the wooden houses, he found a figure, also an old man, but instead of wearing animal skin clothes, he wore a blue robe.

Taoist robe! It seems that this man is the fairy master in the mouth of the old man.

Wang Sheng's heart moved, his consciousness swept away, and then frowned. This person did have some real energy, which was different from ordinary people, but the amount of real energy in the body was just the day after he got into it.

And this man's strength is so low, naturally different from his imaginary existence.

Not a reincarnation!

Wang Sheng’s eyes flickered, and the fairy master was not a reincarnation, but he made the guess in his heart grow thicker and deeper. Wang Sheng stepped forward and appeared in the fairy master’s house. The status of the fairy master must be different, and the knowledge must be more many.

This immortal master was low, and naturally he could not find Wang Sheng's figure. He still crossed his knees on the stone bed and appeared to be practicing. Wang Sheng's figure would show his figure slightly, but he was stunned for the next moment.

However, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, as if time had accelerated, and turned into pictures rapidly.

He saw that the old man kept going in and out of the house, meditating and practicing, and kept sitting in this room with various things, and also saw other people in and out of this room respectfully, constantly inviting the old man to do a One thing.

The old man is getting older, his waist is getting more and more rickety, and those who are in and out of the house are getting older and older. Eventually, the old man did not wake up in a practice and he passed away.

Everyone grieves, and then he sees that the grandson of the old man succeeds the position of fairy master, and starts to practice again, keep going in and out, and constantly doing various things with other people, and they also continue to grow old, and finally the old grandson dies and kills the immortal The position of teacher is handed over to the next office again.

I don’t know how many celestial masters died and how many people were updated in front of him. Wang Sheng only knew that he really spent only a moment, only blinking time, but for the people in front of them, they actually spent I don’t know how many years.

"What's going on!" Wang Sheng was at a loss, and there were too many doubts in his eyes.

It was at this moment that the scene in front of me was still changing, and there were several updates of the fairy master, and then suddenly no one came in and out of this room, the house collapsed and everything was destroyed.

Wang Sheng stepped out of the house and walked outside, and found that there were many flames outside. Many people were fighting with each other. A group of wild people with big bones and sticks invaded this tribe, and the two tribes began to fight.

In the end, the big bone tribe defeated, they will go back to the tribe to completely destroy the annexation, and then take the resources and food slaves to grow up.

The land was eventually empty, but it was still changing. Gradually, the weeds and trees were withering and the rivers were dry and flowing. The traces of the tribe's survival disappeared completely, and there were many more wild creatures on the earth.

Then, the wild creatures multiply and inhabit, the trees grow, and this area eventually becomes a mountainous area.

Wang Sheng stepped up and walked to the sky. He watched the place where the beautiful scenery turned into a wild mountainous area. It was only a moment before he passed through the vast sea.

He looked up at the east and west in a daze, and found that the gate in the beam of light remained unchanged, and the lotus flower of the Western Buddha did not change, and even the hundreds of samsara monks in the palm of the Buddha did not change.

Wang Sheng took a deep breath, his eyes receded blankly, and experienced the strange situation of the land below, and the speculation in his heart finally took shape.

"Unexpectedly, I really did not expect it to be a descendant of the reincarnation!"

That's right, Wang Sheng guessed that the people of these tribes were descendants of the reincarnations of that year, especially when he saw the vicissitudes of the sea in front of him, and he even confirmed this.

"I'm afraid that the samsara under the great disaster did not immediately die, but the time they spent was different from that of me or even these people." Wang Sheng looked at the hundreds of Buddhist monks on the Western Buddha's palm.

I was afraid that the rebirth of the heavens and the earth was not as he imagined. Many reincarnations could not survive the time scouring and died. They may have fallen into a different time and space, causing their time flow rate to be different from that of Wang Sheng.

In their time and space, they still live every day and every moment, and may even have been waiting for the big catastrophe that has actually happened, but after a long time, they can’t wait for the big catastrophe, and have no hope of leaving this world. So he died of thoughts and combined with each other to reproduce in this world.

However, this world avenue is damaged and difficult to practice. They eventually die one by one, and all that remains is their descendants, that is, the people of these tribes, and the so-called fairy master is also created by their inherited exercises.

Two different time and space, Wang Sheng’s time and space may be equivalent to one hundred years of their time and space, and Wang Sheng’s retreat in the past five years, those reincarnations have all died, and these tribes have no idea how many they are. Generations.

Wang Sheng took a deep breath and looked at the moving clouds in the sky. Perhaps they were conforming to the real timeline of this era, and the existence of him and those monks even cultivated into fairy gods jumped out of the river of time because of various kinds of dependence.

"It turns out that this world really continues from the wild."

When he first came to this world, he suspected that this world was not really going through this world and experiencing countless time to multiply to this step, but a mysterious existence was created by one hand, but the real time did not pass much.

But thinking about it now, he guessed wrong, because of the strange timeline in this world, it really broke from the world and then repeated the flood, and gradually developed to this step~www.readwn.com~ If it is not an external force, why this world is like this development of? Wang Sheng wondered, according to the normal trajectory, this world should be like the earth, gradually multiplying from the time when Bai Suzhen lived, and finally entering the era of science and technology, instead of suddenly breaking down the world and repeating the flood.

"The interference of external forces cannot be ruled out. The big hand that covered the sky from the sky when the world broke down, as described by Bai Suzhen, is obviously an external force!"

Looking at the world that suddenly felt mysterious in front of him, Wang Sheng sighed lightly. There are too many mists in this world. These mists are not something he can guess at random.

"It must have been the gods who knew the reason, and they must have made a conspiracy while this time came." Wang Sheng looked at the different phases of the east and the west, his eyes blinking.

"There are also monk bald donkeys. Although they are reincarnations, they should know the world as much as I do, but now it seems not so simple. They can help summon the Buddha of this world!"

Wang Sheng knows that these monks must know more, but now that the fairy is coming, he does not want to fight the grass.

(To be continued.)