Chapter 196

The ancient city of Lingshan has pleasant scenery.

At the end of the Obon Festival, the "Spirit Mountain", as the center of the Dongtu faith, suffered such a real "impact" for the first time in a hundred years.

The light came too quickly, too violently.

As Song Jinglian said, those "shoe cultists" who were lucky enough to escape in the light were all arrested by the ascetics...... tortured and confessed all the plans to quit dust.

Before quitting dust and leaving Lingshan, "altars" had been laid all over Lingshan.

It is the same as the technique of Xiaoleiyin Temple.

When Jiechen takes over these "wishes", then he will borrow the power of the "altar" to sacrifice the creatures of the Spirit Mountain to exchange for true "eternal life" from the "Ayia Nava...... Even if this immortality does not exist.

This information was sent to Ning Yi's body.

This is important intelligence about the "shadow".

It has been established that the shadows hide in the dark places of the two worlds, and in their eyes, there is no difference between "humans" and "demons", both of which provide fodder for the power of wishes, and the truly powerful among them seem to be unable to descend in their true bodies for some special reason.

Ning Yi guessed that it was a certain ban.

It is very likely that the "inverted hanging sea" set by the Emperor of Light.

In the mansion of the Lord of Tianqing Pond, two very important ancient clues were broken.

The first clue is the eye pupil of the Giant King, in the backyard of Tianqing Pond, there is a barren imaginary world buried, which reveals the turbulent history of the two worlds before the founding of the Great Sui...... There are also mysterious "ancient races", of which giants are the giants.

Because of the tragic battle, they were exterminated.

The "immortality" that is passed down from the mouth of all living beings should have also appeared in that ancient era.

Hundreds of tribes stood in a forest, resisting the catastrophe, and finally the sea was upside down to divide the two worlds, and the human race and the demon race became the final "winners", each occupying a piece of land.

The demon clan is more like the evolution of the ancient "hundred tribes", like "unicorn", "gluttony", "fire phoenix", ...... These powerful bloodlines, the innate natal demon body, and the supernatural power that they comprehend with their age, so that the power they possess does not need to go through the long and difficult "cultivation" of the human cultivators, and they can become extremely powerful.

The royal blood of these demon clans is scarce.

The human race does not have so many "talents", but as human beings, they have a sharper mind than the demon race, they do not need to transform into shapes, and their intelligence is extremely high.

The second clue is the founding teacher of the Great Sui...... Yuan!

The first generation of national teachers, the god who founded the "Lotus Pavilion", his name is taboo, and it is already extremely important to know his "real name".

Not to mention...... Ning Yi also met him with his own eyes.

"Yuan" is still alive, a figure who disappeared from the world countless years ago, and now he is still alive and well, although it seems that something is wrong, but does this mean ...... Is he immortal, or has he succeeded in breaking the limit of "immortality"?

None of that matters.

The important thing is that Ning Yi knows that he still has a chance to meet Yuan.

Just go back to the "Urle Plateau" and go to the Mother River again.

It's not a good time at the moment, the situation on the side of the Gray Realm is not optimistic, in the battle of Tianhailou, the Great Sui Iron Cavalry crushed the defense line of the demon clan...... And the role he played has brought too much pain to the demon clan, if he appears on the battlefield of the Great Wall in the north again, the demon

The clan will do whatever it takes to kill themselves.

Ning Yi wanted to go back...... I'm afraid, I'll have to wait until 'Nirvana'.

The prohibition of the inverted hanging sea restricts the realm of entering and exiting the Urle Plateau, and with his current cultivation, he can no longer come and go freely.

......

......

The morning wind gusts.

A mountain cemetery in Lingshan, grass clippings flying, senior monks from various temples, old people who meditate in Lingshan, and "holders" in high positions have all come here...... The little novice put his hands together with a solemn expression, and was dressed in a black robe, and the quiet needle drop in the cemetery could be heard.

On Obon, because of the raid launched by Jiechen, too many "innocents" died.

They were buried here.

The two young men and women wearing hats were also wearing black robes, both of them had long knives tied to their waists, and the woman's face was slightly pale under the hat.

Song Jinglian stood at the front of the ranks of these silent ascetics.

Behind him was Jin Yi, who looked indifferent, and in front of everyone, there was a stone tablet.

The first disciple of Xuyun, the tomb of Shao Yun.

Most of the steles in this cemetery are in the shade and are not exposed, but only this stele is an exception, standing at the highest place on the top of the mountain, not covered, a few days ago it rained heavily, and the new stele was destroyed by wind and rain, and it has already appeared a little "vicissitudes"...... Perhaps it is because in the hearts of these silent mourners, Master Shao Yun always drags his old body and pays silently for Lingshan.

Out of the corner of Song Jinglian's eyes, a figure swept by.

The crowd got out of the way, and Ning Yi, who was also dressed in a solemn black robe, came to Song Yiren's side.

"This is Mr. Shao Yun's tomb...... I remember that he told me that after sitting, you should be buried in a place very close to the sky, and you should watch the sunrise and sunset. ”

Ning Yi squatted down, wiped the clean stone tablet, and offered a cluster of small white flowers.

He stood beside Song Jinglian and said softly, "This tablet is very good...... Standing up to the sky, nothing more than that. ”

The silent mourners behind him listened to Ning Yi's words and showed a look of remembrance.

Standing tall in the sky...... For Master Shao Yun, it is indeed a very appropriate description.

supported the most difficult piece of heaven in Lingshan.

"Ning Yi...... There you are. ”

Song Jinglian squeezed out a haggard smile.

The deceased is like this.

At Lingshan's funeral, the people were almost there.

"There's another person who hasn't come, is he really not going to see me?" Ning Yi smiled and said, "I thought I would see him here." ”

The lark has not yet come.

"The Buddha's 'mental state' was very poor, and he was taken away by the master, and there was a problem with the fusion of the Jizo divine soul. Song Jinglian smiled bitterly: "Of course...... It's most likely just an excuse that the little one is going to see you again sooner or later, and maybe he needs a little more time......"

Because of the shame of deceiving sentient beings.

Because of Ning Yi's self-blame.

The lark was indeed unfit to attend this funeral, and Lingshan had already informed these ascetics in advance of the news that the Buddha was seriously injured.

Ning Yi nodded.

Song Jinglian's expression suddenly became a little complicated, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ning Yi, you come with me...... There is one thing. ”

Ning Yi was slightly stunned.

Four people left the top of the mountain.

This tomb is very large, and in terms of scale, it is not inferior to the cemetery of Luojia Mountain, and it can even be comparable to the "Changling", Ning Yi and Song Jinglian walked along a stone road.

On the left and right, the scenery is very different.

Burial tombstone style, texture, inscription...... On both sides of the stone road, there is a stark contrast.

The girl snorted softly.

"The burial place in the tomb of Lingshan is different according to the status of the person before his death...... Of course, Feng Shui is also different. Song Jinglian explained softly, and said that she was a little helpless in the back: "Because the two sects of Zen law are fighting fiercely, this tomb is divided into two areas, and the practitioners of the two sects are also 'distinct' after their deaths." ”

After listening to this, Pei Lingsu couldn't help but smile and asked, "You fought so well before you died, and you have to be so clear after death?"

Cinnabar echoed and sneered: "So I don't like these bald donkeys when I was a child, and I kept persuading others to be generous, but in the end, I had to settle accounts when I died, and when I went underground, I played cards with peace of mind, and continued to intrigue...... Which one of those buried here is not the big man of the two sects during his lifetime, if they really let go, how can there be this 'line'?"

Song Jinglian smiled bitterly: "If you really let it go, you should be like Mr. Shao Yun...... Or the ancestor. ”

When he said the word Shizu, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

Xuyun Shizu did not leave a monument.

After the stone Buddha ashram was opened, the stone Buddha ......

Turned into light.

swept towards the dome.

This is the real freedom.

All the way to the final destination.

"Here it is...... A tomb of Zen?"

Ning Yi looked at the soil slope, this soil slope of Zen Buddhism is extremely simple, with two wooden tablets standing on it, one large and one small.

Mu Heng as a traitor to Lingshan...... Naturally, it is impossible to leave a monument here.

Song Jinglian squatted in front of the small soil slope, he took out a pot of wine from his waist, opened the pot plug widely, tilted it slightly, and the fine qiong jelly jade liquefied into a silver thread, and slowly poured it in front of the wooden tablet.

Ning Yi muttered, "This is ...... Shenxiu's tomb?"

Song Jinglian picked up the hat and left some wine, he took a dull sip, nodded and said, "It's the tomb of the senior brother." ”

His eyes were a little dazed, and he muttered, "Senior Brother used to treat me very well, although bathing in the Dharma will be related to him...... But he left a clue in Guli Mountain, the last 'copper box'...... He was a good man, so I erected a monument to him. ”

Ning Yi squatted down in silence, and he stared at the wooden tablet.

Shenxiu...... A puppet controlled by Mu Heng.

The second "congenital Dao fetus" that Ning Yi saw in this world should have a future as bright as Mr. Zhou You...... But he didn't have a choice.

"He also has a younger sister in Guli Mountain. Ning Yi suddenly spoke.

This is the only last wish left by Shenxiu in the copper box.

Then he noticed the smaller wooden tablet, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Really.

Song Jinglian's voice was hoarse and said: "The fog of Guli Mountain has dispersed, but the iron ride is too late, and the little girl is already dead, and her body has rotted until she dies...... No one came to her rescue. ”

Ning Yi fell silent.

"I don't know my parents, I didn't know my parents, and I died in the fog of Guli Mountain. ”

There was something sad in his voice.

A life that should have bloomed like the sun at such a moment withered in the black fog that no one could see.

In the funeral attended by countless people in Lingshan, no one will mourn for this little girl except him.

Song Jinglian poured out the wine in the jug and said softly.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry. ”