People are writing novels in Journey to the West, and saints have come to urge them to update!

"Cover the sky?"

The old man just glanced at the title of the book, and couldn't help but sneer, feeling that the title of the book was too arrogant.

May I ask, in this world, except for Patriarch Hongjun, who can cover the sky with one hand?

Even if he is a saint, it can only be an extravagant hope!

"Little friend, the title of your book is quite crazy, I hope the content of your book is worthy of the word 'covering the sky'!"

The old man looked at Mu Chen jokingly.

Mu Chen said with a slight smile: "People are not frivolous, a young man is in vain."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, it's a good sentence to waste a boy without being frivolous!"

He found that the mysterious young man in front of him was more and more interested in him.

Just this short sentence made him think of his glorious past. At that time, he was majestic and heroic, so why wasn't he an arrogant person?

only……

The old man seemed to have thought of something sad, and his expression darkened.

"It's just that sometimes, it's a good thing to be too frivolous. After all, there are many saints in this world. They are like an insurmountable mountain, despising everything."

How beautiful was he then?

The Jiejiao created by ten thousand immortals came to court and was admired by the Three Realms.

But even so, in the open and secret struggles among saints, the glorious past is only a flash in the pan.

Just when he was depressed, Mu Chen's fearless voice suddenly sounded:

"Saint? Hehe, their affairs are none of my business!"

Then, he joked again:

"In fact, most of the troubles that people encounter are caused by themselves and other people. If you know 'none of my business' and 'none of your business', life may be much easier!"

In recent years, he can be regarded as digging out the essence.

Apart from being bullied by his disciples, he seldom appears in front of the world. Isn't he living his life comfortably?

Muchen smiled slightly.

In his opinion, his Gou Dao is considered a small achievement. Not only did he hold back his development, but he also brought peace to the Three Realms.

Take Buddhism and Heavenly Court as an example, how harmonious the two forces get along, they are like a family!

On the side, the old man agreed with Mu Chen's words, picked up "Shading the Sky" with a smile, and opened the first page.

Although he doesn't like reading, he has already taken out the ten Houtian Lingbao. If he doesn't read a few more books, his heart aches!

The scroll unfolded slowly, and an ancient aura rushed over.

"Ok?"

The old man frowned, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

"This book doesn't seem simple!"

He muttered at the corner of his mouth, and felt that there seemed to be some kind of indescribable ancient power in this book, which made people unable to help being intoxicated.

Even he couldn't be sure what this power was?

Could it be the power of literature and Taoism?

No, the master said that the power of writing has long been cut off, and it is impossible to reappear in the world!

But since it is not the power of writing, then what is it?

With deep doubts and curiosity, he began to look at it seriously.

The story of Shading the Sky begins with a mortal on Earth. The protagonist Ye Fan witnessed the majestic vision of Kowloon pulling the coffin because of a classmate reunion.

"Big Dipper Star Field?"

Seeing this, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank.

Unexpectedly, there are other star fields besides these three realms! !

Not even Master has mentioned this matter!

He was quite shocked in his heart, and even his breathing became short of breath. He felt that this book contained many ancient secrets that he, as a saint, had never known!

Continue reading, and the story in the book gradually enters the main line:

[You entered the ancient and forbidden land, although you have lost your youth, this world is balanced, and you will gain as much as you lose. Although the practice world full of thorns is difficult and dangerous, you have initially opened up a path...]

"The world is balanced?"

"As much as you lose, how much will you gain?"

The old man fell into deep thought, and felt that this sentence implied an interpretation of the Dao.

As a saint himself, except for his powerful cultivation, he lost almost everything he once had.

Could it be that the old man can get those back again?

As soon as he thought of this, the old man suddenly felt anticipation in his heart, and continued to flip through the next page of the scroll.

The following story tells that Ye Fan was unable to practice conventionally because of the ancient holy body, and was not selected by the six holy heavens, but he still stayed in the holy heaven of Lingxu to practice and explore the method of practice.

"Haha, well, this Ye Fan is really good, he can create a brand new way of practice!"

"Such a heaven-defying talent, I'm afraid it can be compared with the old man's disciple Zhao Gongming, such a great talent, I really want to accept him as a disciple!"

When the old man saw Ye Fan figuring out the method of cultivation, he couldn't help getting excited, as if Ye Fan was really his apprentice!

For him who has a wide range of disciples, every disciple is a part of his Dao career and should be valued and treated favorably by him.

Unknowingly, his reading speed became faster and faster, and his eyes became brighter, as if he had experienced another life in the book and was completely substituted into it.

At this moment, the old man who never liked to read was also fascinated by novels.

It's just that unlike Marshal Tianpeng, the old man completely regards Ye Fan as his disciple.

When Ye Fan's cultivation improved and he beat up the monks of the big caves, he would clap his hands and cheer, with a look of relief in his eyes.

When he saw that Ye Fan was trapped and narrowly escaped from death, he wished he could do it himself, using the magic power of a saint to kill all the Xiao Xiaoxiao generations, and support his disciples!

"Haha, good! The old man saw that Elder Han was not a good guy. I didn't expect that my disciple was quite smart, and I actually saw through Elder Han's tricks and killed him!"

"As expected of the disciple that this old man likes!"

The old man was reading a book, and the laughter spread all over the place.

Mu Chen watched this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, he was speechless.

This old man is really true, he keeps saying that he doesn't like reading books, but now he is too involved in the drama, so he unilaterally accepts Ye Fan as his disciple.

Ye Fan is Ye Tiandi, you are a bad old man, can you afford it?

Seeing that the old man was watching with all his heart, Mu Chen didn't bother him, and let him continue reading.

After all, a fat sheep that can take out ten spirit treasures in one breath must not be offended, and the wool will have to continue to be squeezed in the future!

Thinking of his newly increased talent, Mu Chen became excited, couldn't help picking up the pen of Platinum Langhao, and began to write the follow-up plot of "Shading the Sky", intending to finish the book in one go!

He had a vague feeling that once this book was finished, something unexpected would inevitably happen!

In the study room, Mu Chen was frantically typing and writing;

The old man was holding the scroll, reading it with great interest.

In the book, Ye Fan overcomes all kinds of hardships and thorns all the way, from the barren and forbidden land all the way to the ancient bronze palace, it can be said that he narrowly escaped death.

And this is just the beginning of the story!

In the process of traveling, Ye Fan discovered that many restricted areas were formed by the most powerful people among all races. In order to avoid the rules of heaven, these strong people hid in the restricted areas and waited for the legendary fairy world to come.

And every ten thousand years, they will leave the restricted area and harvest mortals on the earth to absorb the essence of mortals to continue their lives.

After Ye Fan learned of this, he led the human race in an indomitable struggle.

[One hundred thousand barren mountains, above the abyss of heaven, two figures stand side by side... full of tears.

"I heard billions of souls crying and calling me, they were full of despair..." he said softly, wiping away tears.Said: "It's time, we should start, so what if we die."]

Seeing this, the old man's heart tightened, and there was a strong resonance, and his cloudy eyes were also filled with a wave of crystal.

How familiar is he with this scene?

Back then, in the great catastrophe, in order to protect the Three Realms, he resolutely founded the Jiejiao, just to intercept a glimmer of life for the Three Realms!

For this reason, he opened a wide range of fairy gates, and he taught all kinds of people. As long as he had a heart for the Tao, he would teach him the best knowledge of the Tao, and he even did not hesitate to risk the world's dissatisfaction and break the precepts of the prehistoric.

Like Ye Fan, he once stood on the top of a mountain, exploring a bright way to survive in the dark!

Gradually.

The old man became quiet, and his eyes were fixed on the scroll. There was no joy, no sorrow. The whole person was like a bottomless black hole, unfathomable.

He wanted to see if Ye Fan succeeded.

The story was still going on, and the old man just watched it quietly, as if he was really sucked into the book, and what was left was just an empty shell.

Time passed quietly, and there was very silence in the middle, only the sound of brushes brushing and writing was left.

After a long time, the old man suddenly raised his face full of vicissitudes, interrupting Mu Chen's writing.

"Little friend, is Ye Fan's heaven finally disbanded?"

His voice was hoarse, but his heart was tense like a drum.

Ye Fan's Heavenly Court and his own Jiejiao have almost the same fate!

In reality, his cut religion exists in name only.

In the book, he doesn't want Ye Fan's heaven to become history like Jujiao.

At this time.

Mu Chen raised his head slowly, and under the anxious gaze of the old man, he spoke slowly.