Longbow asked with a cold face,

Luo Jinxi also fought back head-on, the two of them competed against each other when they met for the first time, and the idle nightshade looked at the decorations in the immortal hall from time to time, and Ren Yuyi stared at Luo Jinxi and looked at her carefully.

The former maid of the Qinfu became a little princess above the clouds in one day, and now she has inherited the position of the palace master of the Immortal Heavenly Palace.

"Miss Luo, don't you really know where my brother is?" Ren Yuyi asked slowly, breaking the two Luo Jinxi who were competing against each other and faintly looked like they were going to do something.

Hum!

Luo Jinxi snorted coldly, turned his head and smiled at Ren Yuyi: "Raincoat, I really don't know where your brother is, the affairs in my palace are enough for me to have a headache." ”

All right!

Excuse me!

Ren Yuyi left a faint sentence, turned around and left here, Longbow Jing stared at Luo Jinxi deeply, and went away with Nightshade.

Ling Zifeng disappeared,

disappeared without a trace, since that night to explore the underground palace, no one has seen him again, the dragon and phoenix clans and the people of the Eastern Wilderness have almost turned the cloud city inside and outside a hundred miles, and they have not found the slightest clue, as if Ling Zifeng has never appeared at all.

This made Qin Xin and the others anxious, and the dragon and phoenix clans were even more crazy, vowing to dig three feet into the ground to dig out Ling Zifeng.

The people and horses brought by Jun Fengwu were scattered all over Yunzhou to look for them, but he bet all his bets on Ling Zifeng.

This time he came to draw out all his men and horses, and he really broke with his father and emperor completely, if Ling Zifeng died, then he really couldn't cry if he wanted to.

The Yunzhou Kyushu Palace is also sparing no effort to find Ling Zifeng, and the Kyushu guards of the other eight states have all rushed to the place where the catastrophe came, only they received an order from the top to find Ling Zifeng at all costs, which also made them as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

The whereabouts of the Mountain and River Hall have not yet appeared, and the secret hidden in the Tianxin Monument, one of the three major ancestral weapons, is only known to Ling Zifeng, and only Ling Zifeng can urge the ancestral weapon, if he can't be found, no one dares to imagine what will happen next.

At this time, Ling Zifeng had already left Cloud City and came to the place where the golden cicada used to bury his bones, where there was a well-dressed, rough stone carved stone stele, this is the tombstone of the golden cicada, and the person who erected the monument is also an extremely familiar person with Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng was disheveled, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and the Soul Devouring Sword was casually thrown aside by him, twisting a wine jar and constantly pouring bitter wine.

Mumble!

Ahem!ahem!ahem!

The wine poured down his throat, choking Ling Zifeng with a violent cough.

Ling Zifeng put down the wine jar, sat there and smiled faintly: "Little monk, you said that you have lived this whole life and planned for so long, but did you ever think of today's ending." ”

"Look at this world, some people want to dominate the world, some people want to be alone, some people want to look down on the world, but none of them thought that one day they would face death and extinction. ”

"What supreme sect, what the pinnacle powerhouse in the world, like you will fall, they are just a bunch of ants looking up at the sky, but they want to dominate the universe, isn't it ridiculous. ”

Hah!

It's ridiculous!

The sad laughter resounded in the sky, and Ling Zifeng laughed wildly, what was it for the inheritance of the human race, deliberately making the human race quarrel continuous, and now that the calamity has come, they don't know anything.

Where are those who have grasped the truth for thousands of years?

When the catastrophe came, they didn't make a countermeasure, let the rivers and lakes be stormy, and all living beings suffered, so they came out to stop the catastrophe, why did they go earlier.

Ani Buddha!

The distant and ethereal Buddha name seemed to fall from the sky, waking up the crazy Ling Zifeng.

Ling Zifeng glanced back, and a smile full of meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Old monk, I haven't seen you for a long time, I came here today, but are you going to cross over?"

"Anitabha,"

"The donor is wrong, the poor monk once said that the poor monk can only cross himself, not others. ”

The gray robe was flying, the Zen staff was clanging, and the old monk with gray eyebrows and beards still had a compassionate face and a flat expression walking towards Ling Zifeng.

"Really?"

Ling Zifeng frowned slightly, stood up after taking a sip of wine, pointed to the sky, and said lightly: "According to what the master said, no one can cross this long universe, and no one can save this eternal life?"

No!

The old monk shook his head, looked at Ling Zifeng and smiled: "In this world, you can cross." ”

Belch!

Poof!

Ha ha... Ha...

Ling Zifeng was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but burst out laughing after half a sound, and then laughed heartily, laughing so much that the corners of his eyes were full of tears, pointing at the old monk and saying while laughing: "Old monk, do you know what I like about you the most?"

"Oh!"

The old monk looked indifferent: "The poor monk doesn't know, please say it." ”

"I like your self-deception and calmness, I Ling Zifeng is all over the rivers and lakes, and the only thing I admire is people like you. ”

Ling Zifeng's tone was full of sarcasm, and his face became indifferent as frost, if there was anyone in this Jianghu who he hated, then this Wuwei old monk was one, starting from Jiangnan, he let him enter this world conspiracy.

"Your Buddhism is known as a compassionate world, a master of Wuwei, you tell me now, Leiyin Temple has been closed for thousands of years, and all parties in Kyushu have done nothing, why do you want me to cross them, then who will cross me?"

"If this world should be destroyed, then let him be destroyed, you don't have to feel sorry for your master, at least you are not confused by him, look at him now lying on the ground with no bones left, his soul is scattered, and you can still fight with me now, he should feel relieved. ”

"Everything in the world has its own fixed number,"

"This is the donor's life, but also the master's life, even if you sit here, you still can't stop the rotation of fate, even if the world overturns, the world is upside down, the number of lives that belong to you will still come. ”

"This is also the fate of the poor monk, even if the poor monk did not guide you at the beginning, you still can't escape, and today's scene will still be born. ”

"The poor monk came today, not to persuade you, but to come and see you, the poor monk also has to face the fate of the poor monk, this world will eventually overturn, just a day sooner or later. ”

Zen Master Wuwei sighed softly, walked away with his Zen staff, his robe swayed in the wind, and strode towards the distance.

Perhaps, as he said, no one can escape the shackles of fate, not even himself, even if he escapes today, he will not escape tomorrow.

Just like if a person predicts that he will die under the sword, he will not dare to touch the sword for the rest of his life, far away from the place where the blade is, but he will still die under the sword, die under the stick, this is the number of fate.

Ling Zifeng watched Zen Master Wuwei go farther and farther, and he had a hunch in his heart that this might be the last time he would meet this old monk with profound Buddhism, and the next time he met might be in front of his grave, or it might be next to his corpse.

"Jin Chan, you are really not a competent master, you can't cross yourself, your apprentice can't cross yourself, no one can cross this long river of fate at all. ”

Ling Zifeng looked at the tombstone erected by Zen Master Wuwei for the golden cicada, talked a little nonsense, poured some wine and spilled it on the ground, slowly walked over and picked up the soul devouring sword on the ground, and turned around to take a look at the tombstone.

"Huh!"

"Jin Cicada, you're dead anyway, just enjoy the things of this mortal person, it is estimated that you have lived for so many years, you should not know what wine tastes like. ”

"You are under the Nine Springs, don't thank me, I will also erect a monument for your apprentice, or maybe he will erect it for me, I should go, you take care. ”

(End of chapter)

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