Chapter 1081 Zhuang Zhou’s dream of butterfly reincarnation

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Less than half a day after Tong Sheng and Xiao Chen left, a black shadow quickly moved forward in the dark reflection on the ground, heading straight here, turning into a thousand parts and searching within a radius of thousands of miles. Then, he gathered at the place where the green-robed monk fell, and turned into an ordinary monk in appearance.

"The aura of the purple gold evil sword here is the most intense, but it has dissipated at this moment and has left my sensing range. It seems that Xiao Chen still has the power to fight again."

"Fortunately, I chose to retreat before, otherwise I would have died in his hands now."

"The assassination failed, and the body was severely damaged. The Purple Gold Evil Sword was taken away by the human tribe Xiao Chen. I must Hui tribe as soon as possible and report this to the sect leader."

The indifferent voice came from the monk's mouth. It was not cold, but it was indifferent without any temperature, which sounded even more terrifying.

After this man said that, his figure suddenly melted and turned into a black shadow again, melted into the ground, and left in an instant in a strange way, missing in a blink of an eye.

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The sky was as clear as blue and cloudless. Under the shade of the tree, there was a boy with a slightly darker complexion and was sleeping soundly. But at this moment, a muffled thunder came from the sky, and then a strong wind suddenly blew, causing the grass to bend over and the leaves to rust.

The young man seemed to be disturbed by his beautiful dream. At this moment, he frowned and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the familiar scenery around him, the young man touched his head and suddenly smiled silly. He had a dream just now. This dream was very long. In the dream, he had a new name called Xiao Chen. He moved forward step by step from a little monk and eventually became the strongest person in the cultivation world. He was about to ascend to a place called the spiritual world. He was dreaming that he used a magic weapon called Xiaodian to shake the four-sided cauldron controlled by the spirit of the Eternal Seal Town, and then was sucked into the crack in the space, and the dream suddenly woke up.

However, this dream was so real that Dazhu thought this was a real thing, which made his expression seem a bit dazed.

"Dazhu, why are you still standing there? It's going to rain." A quick voice came from afar. He raised his head and looked at the old farmer who was walking on the ridge of the field in the distance, with a smile on his face.

"Uncle Tuniu, I understand. Your plow is too heavy. I'll carry it for you."

Uncle Tu Niu nodded without refusing, otherwise he would have seen the weather, and the rain would have fallen before he returned to the village. The two carried the ploughs one after another, and hurriedly rushed to the village not far away. March, April weather was a little capricious, and the two were not slow, but before they entered the village, it was already pouring rain in the sky, so it was soaking through the cold wind, but it felt a little cold.

Uncle Tu Niu lives not far away and put down the plow. Aunt Tu Niu quickly welcomed the two of them to the main house, complaining about Uncle Tu Niu that he was soaked and frozen by himself. How could Xiao Zhuzi suffer? This is the only person in our village who has the chance to pass the exam and become a high-ranking official.

Uncle Tu Niu smiled bitterly, Dazhu smiled honestly, and despite Aunt Tu Niu's warm greeting, he held a paper umbrella and rushed to the house.

My mother had been waiting anxiously at the gate. Although she held an umbrella, the rain still wet her skirt and stained it with mud flowers. When she saw Dazhu, her face disappeared in an instant and she showed a gentle smile.

"Come in the door quickly. The rain has made my clothes wet. Change your clothes quickly and don't catch a cold."

Dazhu was slightly stunned. In my memory, my mother always looked like this, but for some reason, looking at her today, he suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart that he was about to cry. He pretended to wipe the rain and said, "I know, mother, hurry up and go into the house. The rain outside is experiencing wind, which is not good for your health."

The mother was stunned, and then she felt endless warmth in her heart. She smiled and nodded. When the mother and son entered the door, the father was sitting upright in the head of the hall. Although her face was full of seriousness, she could still see the worry between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Where did you go to play? Why don't you look at the sky? It's so good to look like this? Why don't you go to change your clothes and eat!"

My father is a rigid person. His lifelong fame is only a scholar. He failed to shine on his family. He was a regretful thing in his life and had extremely high requirements for the pillar. He hoped that he could one day pass the exam and fulfill his unsuccessful wish.

But the boy was naughty and naturally dissatisfied with his father's strict requirements, so the relationship between the father and son was quite distant.

However, when Dazhu heard this, he was not at all unwilling to do so. Instead, he felt even more sour in his heart. He respectfully said yes and turned around and entered the door, which made his father slightly stunned and a little at a loss.

The wife immediately told her son what she said just now. The couple also showed relief and joy in their eyes. They said that their ancestors were blessed, and Zhu'er finally became sensible.

From that stormy night, Dazhu really became extremely sensible. He began to study hard and became gentle and polite. His father nodded with satisfaction in his eyes, his mother smiled happily and had a very harmonious family relationship.

Dazhu seemed to have suddenly become enlightened and felt that he owed his parents a lot. Although this guilt made him extremely puzzled and there was no result after thinking, he stopped thinking about it. As long as his parents were happy, he would do it.

Three years passed quickly, Dazhu was 15 years old. In this year, he won the first place in the child examination and won the title of scholar. At that time, his parents burned incense to worship their ancestors and told their ancestors about this. His father sat in the hall and couldn't sleep all night.

The next autumn of the next year, the autumn examination in Xuancheng began. My father changed into a treasured Confucian shirt, and my mother packed up her makeup to make a table of good dishes. The whole family had a meal in silence.

Then, my father took Dazhu and the eager eyes of the whole village, and headed towards Xuancheng.

Before entering the examination room, my father seemed a little uneasy, but he kept comforting Dazhu, "Don't worry, don't be stressed. You are still young now. For your father's friend, he was the juren who passed the third year. Take the exam hard."

Dazhu didn't say anything, nodded, turned around before entering the exam room, looking at his father in the autumn wind, the sourness in his heart surged into his heart again, making him secretly decide that he must take the exam well and never let his father down.

Dazhu was very confident about passing the imperial examination. It seemed that from a certain stormy day, the Confucian book that seemed extremely obscure and boring before him became extremely simple and simple. At a glance, he could remember them all in his heart and even had his own opinions. But Dazhu did not tell his parents about this. He vaguely felt that perhaps this matter was related to the long and long dream of cultivating immortals he had, but this matter was too absurd, and my parents would not be able to believe it when he said it.

The juren exam in Zhoucheng did not take too long. Half a day later, Dazhu left the examination room, and his father was still standing there, watching him come out, his lips moved, but he still didn't speak, and turned around to take him away.

In the inn at night, my father was reluctant to ask for a good table of wine and food. The father and son had a meal in silence. Halfway through, his father finally spoke, "Dazhu, how about the morning exam?" Although he deliberately wanted to keep calm, his slightly trembling fingers still indicated the tension in his father's heart at this moment.

Dazhu looked up, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his father's bowl, but he still didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously.

My father felt a little relieved and he didn't ask any more questions.

On the second day, Dazhu had never seen his father look so excited. Seeing that he was ranked first and was deliberately painted with a golden name, his father cried.

Dazhu supported him, feeling the relief and joy in his father's eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The chief examiner of the city of Zhou summoned Dazhu, and his father walked around the door with great anxiety, fearing that he would not be able to speak, which would anger the adults. But an hour later, when the adults left, he was full of praise and joy, bowed to his father, and said, "I'll prepare for it, and the provincial government recommends it to let Dazhu go to the capital before the examination will be completed."

The examiner left, Dazhu stood respectfully at the lower head when he went out, but his father cried again, and his excited voice choked, but Dazhu remembered the look in his eyes very clearly and never forgot his life.

The village soon learned that the Dazhu Juren was the first and would go to Beijing to participate in the imperial examination next year. The whole village became completely lively. For this reason, the third uncle, who had the highest prestige, also invited a big show, and the village spent money to celebrate.

My mother stood among a group of aunts and aunts, listening to their envious words, the wrinkles between her eyebrows became much thinner and her smile was so beautiful.

The following spring, Dazhu left the village in a carriage under the leadership of the provincial government. He wanted to travel for four months to go to the capital with other students. This time his father did not follow him, but he and his mother were sent to the entrance of the village until the carriage disappeared completely and then he went home.

Dazhu was not looking back until his parents were watching him, but he silently said in his heart: Dad, mom, the child will definitely not let you down.

One day four months later, my father was doing carpentry work in the yard, and my mother was feeding the old hens at home. The couple had already discussed that whether they were hit or not, they would kill these hens to make up for him.

But on this day, there were suddenly sounds of gongs and drums, accompanied by the laughter of children.

My father frowned slightly, not knowing what happened, so he pushed open the door, but saw the sound of gongs and drums stop outside the yard. More than a dozen policemen were carrying drums and beating big gongs, all of whom were carrying big red flowers, which made him very happy.

When my father saw that he opened the door, a commander immediately came forward to salute him respectfully. After he found out his identity, he looked even more awe-inspiring and said loudly: "Congratulations to the Xian couple, my Xuancheng student Xu Chu, won the first place in the Beijing Municipal Education Examination. We will send a message first."

"Master Huiyuan is now in the capital, waiting for the palace examination in the month and the nomination day of the Golden List, and will return home!"

My father was stunned and only came back to his senses after a long time, and his face was excited. On this day, my father sent a lot of wedding money, and my mother was busy greeting guests. It was not until late at night that the house became quiet.

The father knelt in front of the portrait of his ancestors and kept whispering, while the mother stood aside and wiped her tears in secret. It was not sorrow, but joy.

After that, the drums were booming in another month. The county and state officials came to the door at the same time, and they had an equal relationship with their father, and they were intimate in their words, which brought great gifts. It was just because the son of this family won the palace examination and won the title of top scholar, and was favored by the prime minister, who wanted to recruit a son-in-law. Such a promising upstart in the court with a great future, they naturally had to curry favor with them.

The top scholar appeared in the village. The third uncle suggested that each family take out some money and invite a lively drama. He sang it for a month, which made the surrounding villages envious.

In April again, Dazhu returned home. When he got off the horse's back and knelt on the ground in the top scholar's brocade robe, his father and mother cried at the same time.

Dazhu entered the capital to become an official, married the daughter of the prime minister, and brought his parents into the capital to enjoy his old age. In the decades since then, Dazhu rose to prominence and eventually took over as his father-in-law and became the prime minister of the dynasty, below one person and above ten thousand people.

That winter, my father left. He was very peaceful when he left, holding Dazhu's hand, his eyes full of relief.

After 2 months, my mother also left.

In the end, their parents were buried together and worshipped by the emperor. If this is the case, they will probably be able to rest in peace underground.

In another 20 years, Dazhu resigned from office and returned home after a long life. He took his wife and children back to his hometown and enjoyed the rest of his life.

Six years later, on a stormy night, Dazhu was critically ill. When he was dying, listening to the crying of his wife and children in his ears, his thoughts suddenly became a brief blur, as if all this was extremely unreal. He remembered the dream he had when he was a teenager, and seemed to see a monk in the green robe, with a calm face and complex eyes looking at him.

If you read it correctly, this person is himself.
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