This is so dishonest!

Chapter 6 Luohou: If you can talk, then say more!
The four directions above and below are called the universe, and the past and present are called the universe.

The silvery-white cosmic light is the background color of time. In the boundless river of time and space, all you can feel at a glance is a vast feeling.

puff~
A fish broke the boundary between reality and illusion and jumped into the long river of time.

"I haven't been here for a long time, and I miss it." The fish blew bubbles happily. He looked at the unchanging scenery around him, and the more he looked, the more familiar he felt.

"The only pity is that we can't stay here for long, otherwise big problems will arise." The node chosen by Chen Xing this time is the mainstream of the long river of time, that is, the mother river of time and space.

Unlike the tributaries where one can swim freely, the pressure here is terrifying even for an innate god, and there is a risk of sinking into it if one is not careful.

Chen Xing came here to avoid disaster and to perfect his own path, not because he really wanted to become a lost fish in the long river.

While resisting the erosion of time, He carefully circumvented one whirlpool after another to avoid being contaminated by too much cause and effect.

While comprehending the great Dao, Chen Xing saw many "kindred spirits" along the way.

The light in the eyes of those fishes had dimmed. Unlike Him, they did not possess consciousness. They had lost their way in the long river and were just drifting aimlessly.

"I hope you will be able to transcend in the future." Chen Xing blew bubbles, without much sadness in his heart, because he had seen too much.

The road ahead is not easy. Some people fall, while others reach the top.

It has been like this throughout the universe since ancient times.

After bidding farewell to these lost fellow Taoists, Chen Xing continued to swim forward.

"Hey, there's movement!"

Chen Xing, who was immersed in enlightenment, was suddenly awakened by a voice. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark shadow reflected in the water in front of him.

"This is... a boat?" How could there be a boat in the Mother River of Time and Space?
Chen Xing had a bewildered look on his face. He saw a boat oar reaching into the water, creating whirlpools.

There are "people" on board!
[Transcending the Mother River of Time and Space, where did this pervert come from? ] Shocked, Chen Xing cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the water surface.

"Thank you for picking me up."

"You returned much faster than I thought."

"There's no other way. If we're any slower, Pangu will get serious."

"Oh? So, you have met everyone you wanted to see?"

"I have seen them all."

"Good."

There was a long silence afterwards. The oars gently paddled the water, and ripples slowly spread out.

No way, how could we meet in such a long river of time... When Shui Yaochenxing heard Luohou's voice, he was numb. He tried his best to hide himself so as not to be discovered by the other party.

At the same time, a question arose in his mind: There were two voices, one was Daoist Fellow Luohou, who was the other one?
"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to ask something?" Luohou's voice sounded again.

"You can ask me anything?"

"can."

At the stern of the boat sat a man in white. He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor, with a smile as warm as spring breeze on his face: "Then I have to ask."

Luohou nodded slightly.

"Which three thousand are the three thousand demon gods?"

"..."

"When Pangu created the universe, did he hold the axe handle with one hand or with both hands?"

"..."

"How many times did Pangu chop down the earth when he created the primitive world?"

"..."

"Does it hurt when you are hit by Pangu's axe?"

"..."

"Also, when the sky was created, which one was more pure or turbid?"

"..."

The man in white asked many questions in one breath.

Luohou was silent for a long time.

Finally, He turned around and looked at the figure at the stern with a pair of deep eyes, "How about I send you to the Beginning of the Universe to see it with your own eyes?"

"Forget it then."

The man in white shook his head repeatedly: "I am just a ferryman, how can I withstand Pangu's Axe of Creation?"

Luo Hou raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully, "A ferryman on the river of time?"

"The long river of time is also a river." The man in white rowed the boat gently, "If you can't answer it, forget it." Luohou's mouth twitched, and he regretted getting on this boat.

After a long while, Luo Hou suddenly said, "I met two Taoist friends at the source of the long river of time."

"That's really lively." The ferryman looked down at the silvery-white water.

Luo Hou looked at him, "You don't seem surprised?"

"The sky in the prehistoric world is high enough, the forest is big enough, and there are all kinds of birds. This is nothing surprising." The ferryman felt a strong sense of crisis as soon as he finished speaking. He hurriedly said, "Well, I'm not talking about you, I mean... uh, you should continue talking about those two fellow Taoists."

Luo Hou glanced at him and said, "Hongjun, Yangmei. You'd better not provoke them now."

"Why would I provoke them? I'm just a ferryman." The ferryman shook his head. It was indeed them.

"Really?" Luohou did not comment.

The ferryman looked at Luohou and asked, "There is one thing I really want to ask."

So you did it on purpose? Luo Hou said calmly, "Ask."

"If you want to achieve the state of Daluo, do you have to go to the beginning of the universe, or before the universe was created?" The ferryman looked serious, his eyes fixed on Luohou.

Luo Hou shook his head: "It's just icing on the cake."

"I have some karma that needs to be resolved. Otherwise, do you think I would be willing to take that axe?"

"Were you really chopped by Pangu?" The ferryman blinked, looked up and down at Luohou curiously, and said with a smile: "So it hurts a lot!"

Luo Hou glared at him and said unhappily: "If you can talk, then say more!"

The ferryman shut up decisively.

Finally, a hand was raised into the air and waved in front of Luohou's eyes, "That..."

"Ask me something."

Luo Hou paused and added, "Ask something I can answer."

"I want to ask, is their situation the same?" The ferryman was honest this time.

"Same."

Luo Hou gave an affirmative answer, "No one is willing to carry something on their back."

"Is that so?" The ferryman nodded. In other words, Luohou, Hongjun and Yangmei are indeed the followers of Chaos?

So when they say ending cause and effect, do they mean cutting ties with the past, or taking back some of their own things?
The ferryman lowered his head in thought.

"Do you have anything else to ask? If not, I'm leaving."

Luohou waited there for a while.

"temporarily unavailable."

After hearing this, Luohou disappeared immediately.

"Oh, by the way, there is one thing I forgot to mention." Luo Hou returned and looked at the ferryman: "If there are Chaos Demon Gods trying to enter the Primordial World through the River of Time, fellow Taoist, remember to stop them."

"Ah?" The ferryman was stunned.

Wait, what did you just say?

"I stop the Chaos Demon?"

Luo Hou looked at the stunned ferryman, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Don't worry, their condition is not much better, they can't beat you here. And they may not come."

Them?

Shit, there’s more than one Chaos Demon, right?
The ferryman stood up immediately.

At this time, Luohu had disappeared.

Looking at the place where Luohou disappeared, the ferryman lost his composure for the first time in millions of years: "Luohou! Damn it, come back and explain it clearly!"

"What on earth were you three doing at the source of the River of Time?!"

The ferryman, who was still angry, took a deep breath and picked up the oar beside him.

"Fellow Daoist, have you heard enough?" The ferryman rolled up his sleeves while looking down at the bottom of the water.

"Everyone has left, why don't you come up and chat with me?"

Bang! ! !
The oars fell, creating a huge splash in the long river of time.

puff~
A small unconscious fish fell onto the ferry boat.

"Hehe, this is a treat."

　The author’s previous book, which has 200 million words, has a very unique painting style. Friends who are interested can go and take a look.

　　
　
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