The moon was clear and the wind was clear, but the rustling sound was endless.
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I had always hated the tree that rose from the ground outside the hall, with its dense leaves, its towering trunk, and its long roots that reached into the thick clouds. It took up eighty percent of the courtyard, and hid the gold and ink inscribed board above my hall.
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In the mortal world, there was a loquat tree that I had planted with my own hands. I also had a plaque that my late husband had written with my own hands.
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This was my mansion, the Gongde Hall of the Thirty-second Heaven.
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My mansion was my territory, but I couldn't chop down the thing I hated in my territory. It really made me depressed. Since I couldn't chop it down, and I couldn't ignore such a huge tree, I had no choice but to send someone to the mansion to repair it. Under the dense and thick shade of the tree, a hexagonal pavilion was built to face the wind. It was to be reused.
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If, if that old matter wasn't suppressed in my heart, I could eat and drink every day without dying. It would be very comfortable.
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I didn't know when that unlucky Wenchang Star would arrive. While I was thinking about this, a maid suddenly hurried into the pavilion and reported, "Emperor, God Wenchang Star has come to visit."
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What I wanted really came.
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I waved my hand, and two green teacups appeared on the cloud table. I raised my hand and touched the wine pot on the fire. The temperature was just right. I was relieved. Then I said to the maid, "Invite the God in."
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As the saying goes, a close neighbor is better than a distant relative. I had to find someone to discuss this matter with.
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Every time Wen Chang came to visit, I felt that he was surrounded by the stench of sour ink. With familiarity, he walked to the small pavilion where I slacked off. He sat upright and still as he listened to my long-winded summary from beginning to end. Then, he asked directly, "Emperor, are you talking about descending to the mortal world to undergo a tribulation?"
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I nodded, my eyes and heart full of sincerity.
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Unexpectedly, this sour Wen Changxing earnestly smoothed out his slightly wrinkled cyan clothes. Raising his eyes, he looked at me with a pair of bright eyes. Then, propping his hands on the table, he pondered for a long time. Raising his head, he laughed loudly towards the sky, "Hahahahaha!
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I said, "& ot/p
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Wenchang Star laughed until his body fell apart. "The ancient god wants to experience the tribulation. It's the biggest joke in the world."
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I couldn't help but feel angry. What's wrong with the ancient god? Ancient god didn't want to experience the tribulation in the mortal world? Did he look down on the ancient god? My indignation turned into righteous words. With a serious face, I corrected him, "Of course, the old Gods of the Desolate Era need to go through tribulations. However, what they have to go through is the tribulation of heavenly thunder and heavenly punishment when the godhead is just born.
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"You have a godhead?"
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I touched my chest. Lying there was the only remaining Godhead in the heavens and the earth.
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"Then why are you still going through a tribulation?"
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I knew that I couldn't talk to this kind of scholar, so I simply raised my arm and pulled my sleeve. But no matter how long Wenchang Star had been an immortal, he was still a scholar. His pedantic and old-fashioned character was engraved in his blood and bones. Seeing this scene, he immediately jumped up from his seat, closed his eyes, and said angrily, "Don't look."
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"You don't have to look."
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His eyes narrowed into slits, but at least some light managed to penetrate them.
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My arms were snow-white, but the burn marks on them were frighteningly ugly.
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Wenchang Star opened his eyes wide in disbelief. "Who can hurt you?"
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I pulled my sleeves and sat dignified. "Heaven can hurt me."
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"Ten days ago, three heavenly thunders fell from the sky above the 33rd Layer of Heaven. They were red and black, and each of them contained the power to destroy the world. Could it be …"
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I nodded calmly. "They came for me."
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Wenchang Star stood up nervously. His usually indifferent eyebrows were tightly knitted together. "Did you pass the tribulation?" After he subconsciously asked, he smiled and shook his head. "Of course, you passed it. Otherwise, how can you stand here?"
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His eyes flicked to my injured arm, and he added seriously, "It's not all right. You're standing here with a missing piece of flesh."
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I didn't want to joke with him. After all, this was a serious topic related to my life, so I said seriously, "Old Gods always have nine heavenly thunders. When the tribulation is over, they will be able to create a Godhead and share the lifespan of heaven and earth. My tribulation this time came strangely. First of all, my Godhead has been formed. How can there be another tribulation? "
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Wenchang Star had long forgotten the ridiculous words he had just said. He said seriously, "Old Gods' tribulation is different from us immortals who climbed up from the lower realm, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there will only be one tribulation."
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I wasn't convinced. "Empress Wa and Yan Di only went through one tribulation."
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Wenchang Star said leisurely, "If these two Saints lived to your age, they would have to go through another tribulation."
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I was a little angry. Is he saying that I'm old? Is he saying that I'm old?
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I continued, "If it's as you said, it's fine to pass the tribulation. At most, I'll suffer some physical pain and get a few more injuries. However, after the tribulation, I feel that my divine power is like a cup full of water that can't be taken back. It's obvious that the tribulation hasn't ended yet. The three heavenly thunders don't add up to nine. I've been divining for the past few days and found that only by going down to the lower realm and going through a mortal tribulation can I complete the tribulation."
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Wenchang Star's brain was crooked. His first reaction was, "I'm relieved that the Emperor can divine now."
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It's true that I was protected by my late husband before, so I wasn't good at divination.
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Wen Chang Xing's second reaction was rather strange. His expression was heavy as he looked at me with a complicated expression. Then, he let out a long sigh and said, "Ai …"
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I was shocked by the gentle tone of his sigh and my scalp went numb. I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" “/p
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Wenchang Star sat back on the stone stool, fidgeting like a girl. I could see that he was very worried. "For us immortals who have been conferred the title of Immortal, we either become Immortals with our bodies or become Immortals by flying. In the end, we aren't fated to be Immortals. Therefore, there's a tribulation every hundred years and a reincarnation every thousand years. The Gongde Hall will record merits. In the next reincarnation, according to the merits recorded on the plate, we'll check and calculate.
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In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, only the Gongde Hall can open the Three Paths.
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"I was conferred the title of Wen Changyi Star Sovereign, the High Deity of the Nine Heavens. Although the Deity Position was conferred by the Celestial Emperor, my Celestial Body was bestowed by the baptism of the Merit Hall." He sighed and said sorrowfully, "As the Emperor, you are in charge of the Heavenly Merit Hall. I thought you had already jumped out of the mortal world and entered the Chaos again. Like the Innate Saint, you have the same lifespan as the Heavens and the same name as the Earth.
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Hearing his words, I also felt that the affairs of the world were unpredictable, and the mysteries of Heaven were hard to predict.
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The night in the Thirty-third Heaven was the tranquility of the jade plate hanging on the branches. My personal maid, Xiao Lian, brought me a plate of pastries and obediently massaged my shoulders. I picked up a piece of pastry and smiled indifferently. "I'm troubled? I don't know when I'll return from this tribulation. If I'm troubled, that's fine. "
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This topic was a bit heavy. After all, it involved life. Don't think that just because an immortal was conferred the title of God, one didn't care about life. If a mortal died, their soul could still enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If an immortal died, a thunderbolt would strike down. At most, there would be a rumble and a scream, and the dust and smoke would scatter, leaving nothing behind.
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I sighed, as if I was sad for myself. Wenchang Star also sighed, as if he was pretending to be sad for me.
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The moonlight was so dense that it was like thick phlegm that had been forced out of my throat with great difficulty.
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Wenchang Star pulled back his sleeves and half covered his face. He coughed softly and broke the awkward atmosphere.
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"What kind of tribulation are you going to experience?" Wenchang rubbed his hands and looked very excited. "I haven't seen the so-called Mortal Tribulation that only the old gods in the Great Desolate Era have."
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I was stunned and then ground my teeth. He was really a good neighbor. "If I can say what kind of Mortal Tribulation I'm going to experience, then how can it be called a tribulation?"
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"There are only seven kinds of sufferings in the world: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment, separation from love, unattainable desire, birth, old age, illness, and death. Anyway, as a mortal, you will experience the three kinds of sufferings. Resentment, separation from love, unattainable desire, birth, old age, illness, and death.
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I said, "In any case, I am an old god in the Great Desolate Era. Even if I reincarnated into a mortal body, why can't I retain some of the purity of an immortal? My temperament is like a rock. How can I change it just like that? "
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Wenchang Star replied, "It's fine if you keep it, but I'm afraid that the Emperor's temperament has never been like that."
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I slammed the table, shattering three plates of pastries. "You!"
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"Emperor, please forgive me, forgive me. This little god didn't think it through. Please forgive me, Emperor." He really left and sat down, respectfully apologizing. Seeing that my expression had eased a lot, he cleverly changed the topic. "Does the Celestial Emperor know about your tribulation?"
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My anger rose again. I sneered and said, "Since he ordered people to plant an old tree outside my palace, there is no need to set foot in the 32 layers of heaven."
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Wenchang Star was stunned. He looked at the tree in awe.
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"Let's not talk about those useless things." I took a deep breath and said sincerely, "I asked you to come here today to ask you for a favor. I hope that you will agree."
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Wenchang Star sat up straight and dignified. "Please speak first."
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"You agree first."
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Wenchang Star gritted his teeth. "This little god doesn't agree."
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I looked at him for a while and said slowly, "Even if it's related to the ascension rules of the mortal world, you still won't agree?"
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"This little god doesn't agree for the time being."
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"Even if it's related to the stability of the Heavenly Realm, you still won't agree?"
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Wenchang Star fiercely gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitching. "This little god, this little god doesn't agree."
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My mood became heavier and heavier. I hid my left hand in my sleeve and made a hand seal. A stream of light flew out and landed on the pavilion. I looked at the Divine Lord in front of me and said word by word, "Even if it's related to the former Emperor!"
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Wenchang Star was stunned. He gritted his teeth and didn't say a word to me.
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"Then I have nothing to say." I shrugged and pretended to be indifferent. I pushed Xiao Lian to the front. "Xiao Lian, see the guest out!"
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Seeing that Wenchang was really going to be sent out, he gritted his teeth and moved closer to me. He said softly, "In any case, in any case, create a barrier to keep this tree outside."
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"As soon as you stepped into the courtyard, you were already inside the barrier," I criticized mercilessly. "Don't look at mysterious things all day. If you have time, you should practice the Immortal Technique. You can't even detect the simplest barrier, yet you still have the nerve to take on the title of a Divine Lord? "
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Wen Chang's handsome face turned green, black, and purple. In the end, the colors blended together like fireworks, exploding into a myriad of colors. It was very beautiful.
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I took out a wooden doll from my chest. It had a nose, eyebrows, and eyes. It looked like me.
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"Look at who it looks like!" I was very proud.
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Wenchang looked at the wooden doll and then at me. He hesitated and said, "The Celestial Emperor? The Heavenly Empress? "
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My proud smile suddenly froze. Anger covered half of my face. "I carved this myself!" Then I threw the doll in front of him.
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Wenchang rolled up his sleeves and sighed. "It doesn't look like you, it doesn't look like you."
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I was too lazy to pay attention to him.
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In the mortal world, there was a saying that a wooden doll resembled a person. It could escape the Heavenly Eye and avoid the punishment of the Heavens. That was why seriously ill people and criminals often used wooden dolls to bury them. Now that I have nowhere else to go, and am desperate, I want to try my luck and imitate this method.
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Wenchang held the wooden doll in his hand and said, "As a Divine Lord, you reincarnated into a human to experience the tribulation. My Heavenly Fate Compass is not afraid of your divine power. It would be best for you to use the puppet as a sacrifice during your tribulation. "
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I was happy. I didn't think it would be so easy to do this.
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"But you have to understand that with a puppet as a sacrifice, although there is a Godhood protecting the primordial spirit that entered the body, there is no way to use the slightest bit of divine power in the mortal world."
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I said indifferently, "Why would I need divine power to experience a tribulation in the mortal world?"
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"You really don't need to protect yourself?"
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I answered him affirmatively, "You really don't need to protect yourself."
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He gritted his teeth again, as if he expected better from me.
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I was in a good mood. "Xiao Lian, now you can seriously see your guest out." I served him tea and directly drove him out.
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Wenchang Star hurriedly called out, "Emperor, please wait."
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He sat down again with a serious face. "Emperor, what did you mean by the late Emperor?"
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I was silent for a while and looked at him.
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Wenchang Star was anxious. I didn't see him so anxious when he was about to be driven out. "Empress, back then, by the Huai River, it was the Emperor who gave me shelter that allowed me to reach the Thirty-one Heavens today. Although I have to die, I can't repay his kindness. "
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"You served him for a thousand years. The merits of the Thirty-one Heavens were accumulated by you day by day. You don't have to record it in my late husband's account."
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"Empress, you don't understand." Wenchang Star smiled bitterly. "Back then, I was dying with a cold heart. How can you repay my kindness?"
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Back then, by the Huai River, Wenchang Star was just a young scholar who was about to drown. My husband saved him, gave him the identity of an attendant, and brought him to the Heavenly Realm. I don't understand the feelings between men, but I can read the thoughts in his eyes now.
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My heart was like a firefly after dying. I often see it in my eyes in the mirror when I dream in the middle of the night. It's very familiar.
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So I said, "I dreamed of him."
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Wenchang Star wanted to laugh but didn't laugh. He looked like he wanted to cry but didn't cry.
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"After I experienced this semi-finished thunder tribulation."
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