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Chapter Twelve 2. Twelve Heavens and Twelve Seas

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    Wang Ying walked to the higher heights of the night.

    Clear and floating reciting voices came from all around in the moonlight and clear night. First, a thick female voice began to recite as if singing, and soon all the female voices joined in, forming a collective singing of multiple voices. Their voices were soothing at times, rapid and dense at other times.  , as if from the moonlight mountains¡ª¡ª

    Speaking of the ancient age, when the world was created; at that time, twelve layers of heaven were created, and at that time, twelve layers of fog were created.  There are all things in the sky, and there are all things in the sky.  Did you ever know?  Have you ever heard of it?  I don't know, I've never heard of it.  We are like geese, spreading our wings.  We are like eagles, with our feet tucked under our wings, we fly to the twelve layers of sky and the twelve layers of fog.  To see the layers of the sky, to look at the layers of fog.

    We flew up to the sky, and the sky was covered with fog.  The fog mask turns into white clouds, and the fog mask turns into nebula pieces.  It covers our eyes, it blocks our way.  I can't tell which is the East and which is the West.  You can't see the roof ridges on our village, and you can't see the rice waves in our fields.

    We fly to the second layer of sky, with white clouds flying in the sky, one in the east and one in the west, the east one is the cotton boll in the sky, and the west one is the cotton boll in the sky.  It's a pity, guest, it's a pity, friend, the cotton seeds in the sky cannot be planted, and the cotton in the sky cannot be spun.

    We fly up with the wind, we float up through the clouds, and we go to the third floor in the sky.  Ah, the third heaven, the ducks in the sky are crowded into piles, and the swans in the sky are gathered in groups.  The ducks babbled and ate snails in the sky, and the swans babbled and sang in the clouds.

    Heaven has come to the fourth level, ah, the fourth level of heaven: we meet rainbows making rain, and rainbows digging wells at the foot of the sky.  Make rain to fill the sky, make rain to fill the dam.  Sprinkle it to the world for seedling fields, and sprinkle it for the world to grow crops.  Hard-working people, the grain comes into the house, hard-working people, the grain is full.

    Go up to the fifth heaven and come to the gate of the Emperor of Heaven.  The door leaf on the left is carved with wind, and the door leaf on the right is carved with dragons.  There are also carved chrysanthemums and peach blossoms.  There are heavenly soldiers guarding the door, and there are heavenly generals to block.  Whoever approaches them is whipped with an iron whip, and whoever pushes the door is hacked with a machete.  Let's turn and go, guest!  We turn back, friends!

    We went up to the sixth heaven and came to the "Daha" (Galaxy).  The "Daha" area produces good rice, and the "Daha" area produces good grain.  Fairies selling rice are arranged in several streets, and fairies selling rice are arranged in dozens of rows.  Good rice grows in the Milky Way, and good grain grows in Daha.  Let's make our home in the Milky Way, my lord, let's make a camp here in Daha, friend!

    We went to the seventh floor, where the seven sisters were weaving silk.  Shuttle like archery, weaving like lightning.  The sound of the loom clicking, like playing a Yueqin, and the sound of shuttling, like a fairy singing.  Thirty-nine streets are filled with flowered cloth, and ninety-eight streets are filled with flowered silk.  The color of the flowers is better than that of February flowers, and the flowers are woven so dazzlingly that one gets lost.  We ask them for a piece of cloth, we ask them for a piece of silk, take it home as a display, and ask for the technology learned from the world.

    We went up to the eighth heaven, and there were eighty-nine ponds in the sky, some of which store water, and some hold rain.  Sprinkle down during the Qingming Festival, and pour down during the Grain Rain season.  Sprinkle it down to moisten the ground, and pour it down to irrigate the field.  Why are the leaves of green vegetables getting bigger, why are the leaves of seedlings getting greener, why are peach blossoms blooming in February, and why are plum flowers turning white in February?  It is the sky that sprinkles the rain one after another, and it is the sky that makes the rain fall.

    We came to the Ninth Heaven, where there is the Tuihua Fragrance Tree, and the Nine Heaven is the Tsushima Sang Tree.  The black crow is croaking in the tree, and the black crow is chirping in the tree.  It is a bird in the sky, it is a fairy bird.  It knows all kinds of plague gods, and it knows thousands of plagues.  When the plague god comes, it will croak, and when the plague occurs, it will croak.  Report to us, report to the world.

    Go up to the tenth heaven and see the old Lei Gong in the sky.  We go to reason with Lei Gong, we go to intercede with Lei Gong; the raindrops you make are small, and the rain you make is less.  The leaves of the crops are dry, and the grains are empty.  Please come in time to make rain, please come in time to make water.

    Up to the eleventh sky, we walked to the moon.  The flowers on the moon are blue and shining, and the baby is shining like a star.  When I met "Duka" (Tengu) eating the moon, the sky suddenly became unclear.  Let's go to Duka, let the moon come out to illuminate the mountains and rivers, and let the moon come out to illuminate the night.  Follow the old man's walking at night, and follow the girl to spin.

    Up to the twelfth heaven, the sun is hotter than fire.  You can't get close to the sun, you can't get close to the sun.  Take off your clothes and sweat, put on your clothes and sweat drenches your clothes.  No wonder every corner of the world is illuminated, no wonder every ditch is illuminated.

    He was walking in the wilderness, not knowing how many roads he had walked and how many small streams he had crossed.  In the even paced walk, in the recitative voice of the mysterious female beings, he once took a nap, and even had a dream, dreaming that he followed Bumo to the lake of Aha, and Bumo put his hand on his shoulder.  put one hand on the child's head, and prayed: "The lake water rises in July, and the lake water clears in October"

    He wanted to say something, but found himself empty-handedIn the sea, I met the daughter of the Dragon King and brought out flower quilts and silk.  Take the flower quilt to dry, and use the flower silk to dry.  The flowers embroidered by the daughter of the Dragon King are as beautiful as spring flowers.  The flowers embroidered by the Dragon King's daughter are as many as spring flowers.

    Going down to the eleventh floor of the sea, there are thirty-eight paths on the bottom of the sea

    It was also impossible for Wang Ying to distinguish Aha's voice from the crowd's voices.  All the sounds are near and far away, like a river flowing and echoing in the lower part of the night.  He lowered his head again to look at the child in his arms. The child stared at the candle in the distance without moving. The small face was covered with a huge tranquility, which surprised him.  One of his arms was numb, but he held on for fear of disturbing the child.

    A tear slipped from Wang Ying's nasal groove, and fell coldly on his own hand.  He raised his head and looked at the moon as clear as a mirror in the sky.  He bid farewell to Bumo in his own way: "Bumo, my soul is flying towards you When the suffering of human beings is consumed by the flow of time, I will reunite with you!"

    Go down to the twelfth floor of the sea, the bottom of the sea is so spacious.  The depth of the sea is 30,000 feet, and the width of the sea is 40,000 feet The stone pillars are as big as mountains, and the rock pillars are as thick as mountains.  Guests, come down here to the bottom of the sea, friends, go down to the bottom of the sea and we will go home.

    The human voice died down, and there was silence.  The chickens and dogs were silent, this silence brought oppression to people's hearts, and the sound of running water from Aha Lake in the distance began to come clearly.

    Wang Ying switched arms and turned the child closer to him.  But the child stubbornly turned his head away, still looking at the candlelight, at the densely packed faces like rocks in the night.

    "Wow¡ª¡ª" the child suddenly burst into tears.

    The cry of the child alarmed the people, and the crowd surged.

    Wang Ying wanted to leave with the child in his arms, but when he turned around, a heroic man stopped in front of him.

    The 21st Sun Jinding of King Yelang, with brows erect and his voice like a bell, stared at Wang Ying: "If you are not Yan Ruqing, then who are you?"

    "I¡­¡­"

    Before Wang Ying could speak, Jin Ding pulled out the saber from his waist and pointed at Wang Ying.

    Kewa cried again.

    When Wang Ying heard Aha's voice, she shouted loudly: "Abba, Ama, it's my baby!"

    Her figure was like a translucent light, leaping out from the crowd and flying towards Wang Ying and the child (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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