Although it is noon, on the top of the mountain, the wind blows, which still makes people feel that the spring is cold. Zhuang Kee's sudden appearance disrupted the rhythm of the festival. The ministers were stunned, but they could only remain silent first, to see what this demon was going to do.

Zhuang Jiao walked to the middle of the altar, sat down and closed his eyes, and did not move for a long time. Zhao Xu's heart gradually sank, his face turned black, and he was teased! I should have thought of it a long time ago, and I didn't ask for any materials when I made up the robes of the Jiangshan Society, which was obviously a ghost. The ministers also recovered from their stunned shock, and their faces showed a look of sneer and anger.

In the past few years, Zhuang Jiao has traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the Song Kingdom and seen all the ways of the world. Jiangshan Sheji is already in his eyes and heart. Ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity, I will give it to you, I am afraid, whether you can accept it. Zhuang Ke finally moved, opened his eyes, held the sword in his hand, and cut through the void where his eyes were looking.

An unimaginable miracle happened, in plain sight. As Master Zhuang slashed at an incomparable speed with the contemptuous knife in his hand, a pile of silk appeared out of thin air and landed beside him. Each strand of silk is brilliant and scorching.

These strands of silk come from Zhuang Jie's memories, moods, emotions, and realizations. The silk strips passed through Zhuang Jiao's phantom fingers, stretched quickly like brocade, and began to spread on the altar. It refers to moving with thoughts, thinking up, thousands of rivers and mountains, thinking about extinguishing, and the sea and mulberry fields.

The emperor was ecstatic, but he didn't dare to disturb Master Zhuang at all, just breathlessly and stared at it with a short breath. The ministers have fallen into dementia, impossible--- impossible--- but --- has become, fact. On the unfolded weaving, the dreamlike --- Jiangshan Sheji began to appear. That mountain, that water, and that city -- in the eyes of many ministers, they are so familiar. It's like, as long as you take a step forward, you can walk in.

This world suddenly began to tremble violently. The invisible pressure, like a huge wave, began to pound Zhuang Kee, trying to stop his actions. All this, only Zhuang Ke, can be felt. All the creatures of the Song Kingdom did not notice the slightest abnormality.

Zhuang Kee cuts the silk strips, and the speed of weaving is getting slower and harder. The gray hair became snow-white, the wrinkles on the body became more and more obvious, and the body began to wither, as if it would die at any time. In the eyes of the emperor and the ministers, Zhuang Ji is still as usual, and he is concentrating on completing this unimaginable work.

Around the Song Kingdom, a circle of black lines appeared in heaven and earth, slowly shrinking. Everywhere it passed, it was all done, eternal night. It's like a big hand, reaching out from nothingness, rolling up the painting of Song Guo. At the same time, the storm and clouds of Yanchi Mountain met, and the mountain oozed bright red liquid, as if it was bleeding.

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be struck by someone, and a rhythmic drum beat appeared. It was as if from the distant void and antiquity, there were bursts of chanting, obscure, poignant, and beautiful. Let the creatures in Yan Chi Mountain can't help but be immersed in it and can't extricate themselves.

The Buddha statue where the Red Lotus Temple is located, two clear springs suddenly flowed out of the corners of the eyes, like tears. The corners of the mouth of the Buddha statue, but slightly upturned, between the fingers of the Buddha's palm, there are flowers and trees on the other side growing rapidly, the leaves fall and the flowers bloom, the Buddha, the flowers smile. On each of the three peaks of Yanchi Mountain, a woman stood quietly and listened to the sound of drums and singing. The original ugly and evil face showed a holy brilliance.

Distant and deep starry sky, majestic nebula. The brightest planet, on the highest peak of the planet, the old man who stood proudly on the snow suddenly snorted: "That barren and barren star, there are actually three corpses that have become spirits, turning into white aunts, green aunts, and blood aunts. ”

The sound of drums and chants also echoed in Zhuang Jie's ears. It's just like a lullaby, to make him give up what he has done and fall into a deep sleep. Sleep -- Sleep -- Don't Resist -- Don't Struggle -- When you wake up, everything will pass and everything will be better. In the dark, there is a will that is constantly supporting and hinting at Zhuang Kei.

The corners of Zhuang Jiao's mouth continued to ooze blood, and the whole person was about to run out of oil. But the eyes are brighter and brighter, and the speed of knitting in the hands is significantly faster. With the passage of time, the eternal night has swallowed most of the Song Kingdom and is converging towards Buting Mountain.

The sky on Buting Mountain shattered like a mirror, making a loud clattering sound, and the cracks were dense like cobwebs. Two huge shadows appeared in the sky, turning from light to thick. Bursts of snail trumpets resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the shadows turned into real images, dominating the sky.

These are two, huge skeletons. One holds a skull staff and steps on a conch, while the other holds a rainbow-glowing silk fan and steps on an agate shell. "Enter my cold forest, watch death and understand life, supreme creation. You haven't even been reincarnated for a lifetime, so why do you want to return?" the staff-wielding skeleton asked in a deep voice. "Child, you have traveled in all directions, realized the impermanence of life, and you can see the only way, why, hurry to leave. "Holding a silk fan skeleton, the tone is kind.

Zhuang Jiao stopped what he was doing and looked indifferently at the two skeletons in the sky. "Where did I come from?Why did I come here?Who brought me here and continues to lead me??Where will I go when I leave here?" Zhuang Jiao's questions made the two skeletons fall silent.

Song Kingdom is a dream that I produced when I entered the cold forest. So what about the Yu Dynasty, the prairie, the Azure Star, isn't it also, a dream? Also, what is the memory of my past life? Maybe, it's all a dream within a dream. When you really wake up, everything is nowhere to be found. Zhuang Jiao's heart was bitter, but his eyes became more determined and continued to weave.

Zhuang Ji didn't expect to get answers to those questions at all. The "here" in the question, the two skeletons will not understand what they are referring to. Since it's all a dream, then I'll make up this dream into a picture and a picture. After the dream disappears and is forgotten, it may be possible to say goodbye to this picture, sad and without regrets.

The staff-wielding skeleton roared, and the huge white bone staff struck at Zhuang Kei. In the long roar, the fat black turned into a giant tiger, rising into the sky, and resisting the white bone staff. In the roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the white bone staff shattered, and the fat black body dissipated, turning into a magic circle, protecting Zhuang Kei in it. "The blessing is profound, and there are actually formations of spirits to follow. The skeleton sighed and stopped talking.

Hold the skeleton with the silk fan and wave the silk fan lightly. A ray of rainbow light ignored the protection of the magic circle and fell on Zhuang Jiao. Zhuang Jiao was shocked, light smoke began to rise from his body, and he spasmed and convulsed in pain, but his hand continued to weave steadily. In the light smoke, red flames began to emerge from the dantian under Zhuang Jiao's umbilicus, and soon burned all over the body.

The cloth shirt on his body turned to ashes in an instant. Zhuang Mustard resembles a human-shaped torch, burning brightly, peeling off the skin and flesh, turning into dust and drifting away. The feet were gone, the body was gone, the hands were gone, and only the head hung in the flames. If I don't want to struggle and disdain confrontation, I will be turned into dust in fireworks and dissipated -- in this world, there will be no more.