The young Taoist threw Ji Liao on the riverside and continued to sing and left. Ji Liao turned into a stone, quietly standing by the riverside.

He listened to the familiar sound of the strange rivers. A complex feeling appeared in his heart, as if he had returned to the beginning, but had already tasted the joys, sorrows, and joys of the world.

He is no longer a grass, nor a stone.

Ji Liao was soon tired of the sound of the river, but what could he do? He could not move or speak. The most painful thing was that he could sense the outside world. If a stone had not lived as a living life, it would not have any worries.

If it has no emotions and is just a stone, it will not have anything. But it is Ji Liao, the unique Ji Liao.

After a while, maybe it will take tens of millions of years. Ji Liaoruo had not experienced the experience of having no space, he might have become a crazy stone.

He is still awake now, but the most painful thing for him is awake.

Except for the river water, nothing has passed here. Until at a certain moment, things outside the river water finally passed here.

That was a woman, Ji Liao knew him.

The cold and beautiful face will be unforgettable once you see it.

This is Qingshui Zhenren from Zifu Peak.

How could she be here?

Ji Liao felt countless questions in his heart, and then he shouted wildly and roared, hoping to attract her attention.

Then this beautiful Taoist fairy really walked in front of Ji Liao.

She lowered her head and showed a gentle smile that was not easy to detect. Ji Liao noticed that even in normal times, he would appreciate this rare beauty in the world, not to mention that he is in his current situation.

Shimizu Shimizu's gentle smile flew into a frost-like indifference. She said lightly: "Although I don't know what my father left you here for, I hate what he did, I hate it!"

So she lifted her jade feet and touched Ji Liao's body, like falling from a cloud.

Ji Liao, who hadn't moved for a long time, finally began to throw himself up the river. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because he didn't expect that he would leave there in this way.

He fell into the river and sank again. Ji Liao understood one thing: the young Taoist was the father of Shimizu Shin-shui, but he was sleeping again?

The man in white clothes should be a young Taoist, but the two gave Ji Liao a different feeling. I don’t know why, it’s hard to describe this kind of thing.

Finally, as the river water washed away, it was floating and rising for a few days, and the sea was lonely to the shore.

The riverside seems to be the same, and the sound of water heard is the same. If Ji Liao could express his expression, he would definitely smile bitterly.

He didn't know how long it would take to see a living person again, but it would be better not to be Shimizu. Being kicked around would feel bad, even if he turned into a stone.

After a while, a golden light fell next to him, and a person appeared in the golden light. No, it was a monkey with a fur face and a thunderbolt mouth, which was very ugly and ferocious.

The monkey grabbed his ears and cheeks, grabbed Ji Liao, put it down again, grabbed it, and put it down again. It said, "I always think your stone is strange, oh."

The monkey screamed strangely, and a drop of blood fell on Ji Liao.

"What a terrifying sword intent, my old man's indestructible body can be cut." The monkey screamed, then looked into the distance and muttered, "This old man is fast."

It jumped in the air and went in a blink of an eye.

Ji Liao sensed a huge Buddha hand chasing the monkey relentlessly. Soon both the Buddha hand and the monkey disappeared.

It is lonely and lonely. Even with the company of rivers, Ji Liao still feels endless emptiness and loneliness.

Fortunately, he was used to such days again. Even if he had a celestial state of mind, he could hold on even if he felt uncomfortable.

Time flies, and years pass by like this.

Ji Liao had a cold touch, and it was a drop of water falling on him. Wrong, it was a drop of tears.

This tear fell on Ji Liao, giving Ji Liao a wonderful feeling. A strange sound made by his body and the stone broke open. Moreover, the tear, combined with a drop of blood and praise from the monkey, actually brewed an incredible vitality.

It was as if a grass planted in a stone to take root and sprout. Not long after, a grass really came out of the cracked crack of the rock. It was a grass, an ordinary grass, but Ji Liao couldn't help but be excited. He felt like he was a living creature again.

But he soon realized that he had returned to the beginning, like a memory that had been lost for a long time ago, suddenly came back.

This is his past. He is that grass, he is Ji Liao, he is a stone that can take root and sprout!

Ji Liao finally realized why he felt familiar when he first met Shimizu True Man on Zifu Peak, because he had known her a long time ago.

Everything was explained. The young Taoist, that is, the father of Shimizu Zhenren, must be related to Taiyi Peak, so who is it?

But no matter who he is, he must be an extremely terrifying existence, and it is beyond Ji Liao's current understanding.

Ji Liao understood that his origin was related to this person, and this person was closely related to Qingxuan Taiyi Peak. His cause and effect with Qingxuan was originally destined, and it had nothing to do with the Book of Heaven.

However, it involves the complexity of time and space, and the inversion of causes and consequences cannot be explained logically, or it cannot be explained by the logic of all living beings. In this way, isn’t that the young Taoist has exceeded the scope of all living beings, but another unspeakable existence?

Has he been detached?

Ji Liao felt that only in this way could he be reluctant to explain.

Ji Liao got an incredible answer, but he had to admit that this was the closest to the facts.

He figured out many things, but he didn't understand more, such as the tears that made his stone take root and sprout.

He knew very well how difficult it was to take root and sprout, but a single tear did this. What a terrible tears this was shed by an existence. But how could such a person cry? Is that kind of existence the same as Guan Zizai, and he saw that sentient beings refused to look back, so he cried.

Ji Liao didn't really believe that this is the reason.

But as a grass, it is indeed stronger than as a stone, and although it is better to be a human being.

Not long after, another person appeared, which was an emperor, or Taoist monarch, the monarch of Tao. He was wearing a royal garment, with Yin and Yang Taiji on both sleeves on his chest and a Taoist bun. Wherever he looked, everything was the slight mortal world in his eyes, except Ji Liao.

When he saw Ji Liao, he showed a faint smile. Then he recited a Taoist scripture to Ji Liao. It was the Taoist scripture written by the Supreme Lord, and almost made Ji Liao think that the Supreme Lord personally dictated the Taoist scripture to him.

Every word is mysterious and vivid, interpreting the great way. Ji Liao seemed to think that even if this person is not supreme, he is also the incarnation of Tao, supreme and incomparable.
Chapter completed!