"Mr. Ningxiao......"

"Do you believe that there is pure light in this world?"

For.

For.

For.

The sound of ascending stairs.

Walking alone on the mountain steps, looking at the hall on the top of the mountain that seeped light, the old man's voice sounded in Ning Yi's ears.

The black-robed young man holding the handle of the fine snow umbrella paused slightly after hearing the voice, and soon returned to normal.

Continue the climb.

Ning Yi didn't believe it.

He didn't believe in pure light in this world.

Where there is light, there will be darkness.

Until he stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Lingshan, and walked through the gaze of the Bodhisattva Buddha statue in the hall with the wind through the hall, he reached the end point, and then lifted the ordinary curtain of the curtain.

He saw it.

Light.

Pure light.

The old man sitting on the ground, with his back to him, his robe blown by the breeze, and there was not even a trace of reflection...... Because there is only light, the world behind the curtain seems unreal.

The old man held a parchment scroll codex in his hand.

Opposite him is an ancient stone monument.

......

......

"Master. ”

Ning Yi stepped into the Hall of Light, bowed, looked around, and saw a dazzling white.

Nothing.

Empty.

There is only light.

"Little gentleman, please sit down ......" The old man with his back to Ning Yi raised his palm, arched the back of his palm slightly, and beckoned Ning Yi to sit down beside him, with an empty futon beside him.

Ning Yi took a light breath.

He came to the old man's side, sat down side by side, and his eyes fell on the stone tablet.

A wordless monument.

There are many stone tablets in Changling, all of which have no words...... But those stone tablets, Ning Yi can understand, the sword cultivators, array mages, and cultivators of the Great Sui Dynasty, the "artistic conception" of their life's hard work and pride are all engraved in the stone tablet, as long as you use your heart to understand, you can feel the "meaning" in the stone tablet.

But this stele is different.

When Ning Yi looked at it, a feeling arose in his heart.

It is empty.

It's like flipping through a book...... Some books are obscure, but the books in front of you, nothing.

It's like the scene in this hall, where there is nothing but light.

But this stele is very similar to the stele of Changling.

Ning Yi felt the familiar "dead air".

His expression became solemn.

"Before the retreat, the Master once asked me what I wanted the most. ”

The old man looked at Ning Yi with a smile, he looked at this young face, and inevitably thought of the picture of his youth in his heart.

Thoughts wander.

Master Shao Yun shifted his shoulders slightly and moved in the direction away from Ning Yi, lest the "dead qi" on his body be contaminated with this blooming flower.

Ning Yi keenly captured the old man's movements, he smiled helplessly, and said softly: "The master doesn't need to care about the 'dead air'......"

"Under ...... Someone who has already died once. ”

The old man asked softly, "In the three years that I disappeared in Changling...... Is it 'dead'?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

He nodded, mumbled.

"What does death taste like. ”

The breeze flipped the pages, and the old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked with a smile.

"Does it hurt?"

The Taste of Death...... Does it hurt?

Ning Yi silently recalled the picture after stepping into the imperial tomb-

Burn all in the midst of the tide.

The temperature drops to the extreme.

Turned into ice chips.

Watch yourself turn into nothingness.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

Ning Yi raised a palm and looked at his skin, flesh, and texture seriously, feeling this new life.

"When I Die......

"It's like attending your own funeral as a stranger, and watching 'this person' leave, it feels like you've lost something, and your consciousness will dissipate...... But it doesn't hurt. ”

The old man's expression fell into a trance.

"I don't really understand...... But I think I'll get it soon. ”

Ning Yi's expression froze, and then he looked at Master Shao Yun in disbelief, this kind old man, his vitality looked extremely vigorous, and there was no precursor to withering or exhaustion...... He didn't think that the first time they met, Master Shao Yun would ask himself these questions.

In the three years that Changling left, no one knew what had happened.

Even if Ning Yi told the world, those three years ...... He's actually dead.

Nor will anyone believe it.

The dead cannot be raised.

However, Master Shao Yun took the initiative to lead the "problem" to Changling, and judging from the information ability of the Lingshan Buddhism, they should have mastered a very important part of the information in the "Fierce Tide...... Is it the generalization of intelligence that can give this bold conjecture?

He died in Changling?

Ning Yi shook his head and threw away all the messy thoughts.

He looked at Shao Yun and said sincerely, "The master can live for a long time." ”

"Is it because it looks healthy, as if it can live a long time...... Many people in Lingshan think so. The old man smiled slightly and said, "They don't know, some people died, but in fact, they lived in a different way, such as Pei Min and Xu Zang." Some people seem to be alive, but they are essentially the same as dead, such as Zhu Mi of the Little Wuliang Mountain, and then ...... I. ”

Zhu Mi of the Little Wuliang Mountain.

Eight hundred years ago, the genius who was not born in the world, in order to keep the holy mountain, chose to cut off the path of cultivation, locked himself in the sarcophagus, similar to the emperor of the heavens, the king of Shengle, a promising genius of Nirvana, because he felt that there was no hope of immortality, so he simply stopped and drew the ground as a prison...... Such a choice cannot be said to be wrong, rather than turning into a pinch of loess, it is better to shelter the holy mountain behind you for a long time.

This is the difference between the heart of the Dao.

From this point of view, Master Shao Yun and Zhu Mi ...... There is no difference.

In order to protect Lingshan, he locked himself in the Hall of Light, because of the extremely powerful "rules" here, there is only light and no darkness in this hall, and it is precisely because of the same rules that Shao Yun looks vigorous.

And all this comes at a price.

Master Shao Yun sacrificed himself.

He paused and continued: "A lot of people don't know this...... They think I'm alive and well, and I'm going to live like this. But I don't know that my time is running out. ”

"It's not just the people living within these walls, the disciples of the Spiritual Mountain, the ascetics of the two sects, ......"

"They want Lingshan to be pure. ”

The old man looked at Ning Yi and said seriously, "So they want to get rid of the unclean things in their eyes." ”

"Stranger. Outsiders. Dishonoring the practitioners of the Pure Land. ”

Ning Yi took the old man's words, sat on the futon, and calmly said the name that Shao Yun wanted to say.

"Song Que. ”

The old man's expression became a little relieved, and he sighed, "Mr. Xiao is really a very smart person, it used to be Song Que, and then it was you, and the portal in the Spirit Mountain is very deep...... Hardly anyone wants to believe that a stranger would give his life for Buddhism. ”

Ning Yi was silent for a moment, and then opened his mouth to read out a person's name.

"Jin Yi. ”

The one who has the deepest view of the portal, the great sect master of the Vinaya sect.

Ning Yi shook his head and said, "Whether Mr. Song Que wants it or not, at least I don't want to...... If Buddhism had casually allowed strangers to give their lives, I am afraid that this place would not have become a 'Pure Land Holy Land'. ”

"It's not meant to be. Master Shao Yun smiled, "It's like Tiandu, because of those people, the meaning becomes different." ”

"The meaning of Lingshan's existence is not in power, but in sentient beings. ”

"The meaning of the existence of the Dharma is not in the transformation of one person, but in the universalization of sentient beings. ”

Shao Yun whispered to himself and said, "In my life, I am trapped in the light, I can't step out, I can't see sentient beings, and I can't cross myself...... There are too many such people in Lingshan, living in the rules. ”

The old man looked up.

He looked at Ning Yi seriously.

"Mr. Ning, you are an exception. ”

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows with a little headache and said, "The master is because of the negotiation of the Tiandu Mission...... So he who called me into the temple? ”

Shao Yun smiled: "I have wanted to see you for a long time." But the timing was not right. ”

Ning Yi's heart suddenly gave birth to some uneasy premonitions.

Mr. Song Que has been away from Lingshan for a long time......

Never came back.

It's been almost a week.

The old man's expression looked a little guilty, he looked at Ning Yi, and sighed: "Because there is a mess, I need Mr. Xiao's help to clean it up, this is a reluctant invitation." ”

Ning Yi vaguely felt a bad omen.

"Jin Yi did a very wrong thing. ”

"Two disciples of the West Queen Mother Temple were intercepted and killed on the way to Lingshan......"

"Lord Koo was seriously injured and retreated......"

When Master Shao Yun spoke, Ning Yi sighed in his heart, closed his eyes in some pain, and thought that this was indeed the case.

When he saw the two female disciples, he felt that something was wrong.

Now it seems that there is such a huge intelligence network in the territory of Dongtu, and it can gain insight into the direction of the two female disciples of the West Queen Mother Temple in advance, and how can the ambush laid out allow the two disciples of the Ten Realms to "escape"?

Intercept but not kill.

Completely irrational motives......

They were also left to recuperate in Lingshan.

He only needs to release the news that the Holy Lord Gu is seriously injured in the north, and naturally the opponents of the West Queen Mother Temple will come to the door and intercept and kill those two female disciples...... is to better control the time when "Song Que" learns the news.

Song Que happened to be in the territory of Lingshan, so the Law Sect could interfere with the deduction of Keqing Mountain with the formation.

When Da Keqing rushed over, everything that happened in Yaochi was too late.

"Jin Yi came to my main hall not long ago and said that he wanted to prove something to show me. ”

The old man's voice was tinged with some anger and more with trembling helplessness.

Deep-seated gateway perceptions.

Speaking of which, Ning Yi has completely understood.

The so-called "plan to chase birds" by the great sect master of the Vinaya Sect is to prove Shao Yun...... Lingshan Dakeqing, Song Que is a cold person, once he touches his bottom line, he will raise a knife to kill.

And taking in the two female disciples is waiting for Song Que to come back.

In the midst of a long dead silence.

Ning Yi opened his mouth expressionlessly.

"That great sect master can know that strangers are also people. Those who have cultivated according to this fateful Dharma are not human beings. ”

What will happen next in Lingshan...... It was an extremely tragic struggle.

Or rather.

It's a repetition of the massacre more than a decade ago.

Ning Yi looked at Shao Yun and asked faintly: "Does Mr. want me to stop Mr. Song Que and move him with affection and reason, or do you want me to forgive Jin Yi for the mistake he made, pick it up high and put it down gently?"

He laughed at himself: "These two things, Ning neither wants to do them, nor can they do them." ”

The old man shook his head.

"This matter is a mess in Lingshan, where is it embarrassing to involve outsiders again, Mr. Xiao is already grateful for Lingshan's negotiation to win the prince...... Those resources hope to be stored on the Great Wall in the north, and when the time is right, they will be sent to the eastern soil. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and nodded.

This is not difficult.

Shao Yun slowly moved his gaze to the fine snow umbrella sword that Ning Yi's palm was closed.

He smiled and stretched out a finger, pointed to the top of his head, the four directions, and then said: "Mr. Xiao should be the person who needs this piece of light the most in this world." ”

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

The old man spoke softly and spat out a few words.

"The one who wields the sword, holds the light of the world, and cuts through the darkness. ”

Shao Yun put his hands on the ground and slowly lowered his head.

The Great Gift of Prostration.

"After I die, this light belongs to the little gentleman. ”

"Please ask Mr. Xiao to leave a sword of light for Lingshan. ”