In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
Five years ago, Xuanyuan Wanrong gave birth to a son. The people of the world were ecstatic and the court officials were in an uproar. A banquet was held for seven days.
Today, it was the day of the banquet and the birthday of Xu Que's son.
In the Imperial Garden, Xu Que was playing with a little boy.
Although the little boy was only a few years old, he already looked like Xu Que.
Xuanyuan Wanrong sat by the stone table and looked at the back of the two people. She subconsciously showed a faint smile.
But when Xu Que looked at her, she returned to her expressionless and cold look.
Seeing this, Xu Que could not help but sigh.
The two of them had been here for more than ten years. Even though they had involuntarily slept with each other and had a child because of that old thing's rotten idea, Xuanyuan Wanrong still had this cold attitude towards them.
Holding the child, Xu Que walked in front of Xuanyuan Wanrong and reached out his right hand to her. "Let's go, Your Highness. The banquet is about to begin."
Xuanyuan Wanrong was slightly startled, and when she looked up, she saw that the sun was shining down from behind Xu Que, creating a hazy halo around him.
After hesitating for a moment, she gently put her hand on it.
In the blink of an eye, time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, another decade passed.
Even though Xu Que had made countless changes in this world, he could not change the fact that he and Xuanyuan Wanrong were both mortals.
In the Imperial Palace, Xu Que was lying on the bed. He was old and wrinkled.
Beside him was Xuanyuan Wanrong, who was also old and no longer in her prime.
In front of them, there was a group of ministers kneeling.
There was also a young man who resembled Xu Que and Xuanyuan Wanrong, kneeling in front of the dragon throne with a sorrowful expression.
"Motherf * cker, why are the people of this world so short-lived … I am already a peerless master, but I can only live for fifty years …" Xu Que cursed weakly.
Xuanyuan Wanrong still had that tranquil expression on her face as she said softly, "Why, do you still want to stay in this world?"
"That's not it … It's mainly because I just developed a hotpot flavor, and I haven't tried it yet. You, go to the imperial kitchen and ask them to bring me a hotpot," Xu Que instructed a maid beside him.
Upon hearing this, the maid hurriedly got up and ran out of the house.
Just as she took two steps, a 'clang' sound came from behind her. The maid stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around, only to see Xu Que's hand drooping on the side of the bed.
At the side, Xuanyuan Wanrong had already closed her eyes, one hand gently placed on Xu Que's body, and the two of them were silent.
The young man's face was overflowing with sorrow, and the ministers around him were also crying bitterly.
"Father! Mother! "
"Your Majesty!"
On this day, the Saint and Saint Empress passed away, and the nine states mourned.
…
Whoosh!
A white light flashed, and the scene in front of them shattered like a mirror. In a trance, the two of them once again returned to the ancient city.
After standing still for a long time, they slowly opened their eyes.
The moment they opened their eyes, their eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and even with a hint of confusion. It was not until they saw everything around them clearly that they gradually regained clarity.
There was a saying in Buddhism, "The world of mortals is but a dream. Who is the first to wake up from a great dream?"
A few decades in a hurry, but it was just an illusion.
At this time, Xu Que was still in a trance. Although he retained his memory, he had, after all, spent a few decades in this environment.
Looking at the past few decades, it could be said to be full of ups and downs. As the monarch of a weak country, he experienced many ups and downs, and finally became the Saint of the nine states.
This period of time seemed long, but in the eyes of immortal cultivators, it was an extremely short mortal life, and it made Xu Que's heart become a little more profound.
Now that the illusion was broken and he had just woken up from a great dream, an indescribable sense of loss welled up from the bottom of his heart.
"If such a glorious life is just a dream, then what is my life?"
This was the first time Xu Que had such a thought. Although he knew that this was because he had just left the illusion, he still couldn't get rid of it.
Just as he was sinking deeper and deeper into this complicated mood, it was the voice of Xuanyuan Wanrong that woke him up.
"You are right, you can really leave when you die of old age."
Xuanyuan Wanrong looked as usual, as if the past few decades of life were really a dream. "The inheritance of the ancient Buddha is really extraordinary. Now that you have passed, go and accept the inheritance."
Xu Que looked at Xuanyuan Wanrong with a strange expression, and his eyes glanced at the key part from time to time.
"Speaking of which … this woman seems to have given birth to a son for me in the illusion, right?
Will there be any changes to her body? "
"It's a pity that those old things actually drugged both of us. It would be better if they only drugged Xuanyuan Wanrong, so that I can still retain some of my memory."
Just as Xu Que sighed with regret, Xuanyuan Wanrong's face turned red, and she said coldly, "This matter is over. I will continue to look for the thing that can remove the Heavenly Book of Taiyi. You're on your own."
After saying that, his figure changed, and he instantly disappeared from the spot.
"Ah, no …"
Watching Xuanyuan Wanrong's figure disappear, Xu Que sighed with regret.
"I also wanted to ask you if there are any changes in your body after giving birth to a child … this illusion should not have any effect on your body."
Somewhere in the desert, Xuanyuan Wanrong's figure gradually appeared.
She looked back at the ancient city that had become extremely small, and her cheeks involuntarily turned red, and her delicate little hands slightly clenched.
"This bastard … he still dares to look at me with this kind of expression after coming out."
With her cultivation, living in the illusion for just a few decades would not be too much of a disturbance, but the experience in the Eastern Tang Kingdom still inevitably affected her mind.
Even she herself did not realize that the reason why she ran so fast was that there was a crack in the ice deep inside her heart.
Her attitude towards Xu Que had also changed imperceptibly.
After a while, Xuanyuan Wanrong's expression became calm again, and she continued to move towards the depths of the desert.
On the other side, Xu Que was standing in the same place, looking at everyone's illusion with great interest.
"Hey, that's it. Beat this damn dog for me. Who told him to always think of tricking me!"
"Yes, yes, yes, and this wicked old man, beat him up a few more times!"
After watching for a while, he was sure that Su Yun Lan and the others were not seriously injured, and that they would probably be able to get out of the illusion after a while. Then, he felt relieved and began to think about another problem.
Where the hell is this ancient Buddha's inheritance?
He had already passed four tests, and according to this situation, the inheritance test should be almost over.
But there are still so many people left. Could it be that everyone will share the ancient Buddha's inheritance equally?
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Just when he was puzzled, the bell that had appeared in the previous tests rang again …
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(End of this chapter)
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