Although it has experienced the baptism of years, this grotto, which covers an area of several hectares, can still faintly see the remnants of several colored Buddha statues, which are gods and musicians.

The walls are painted with flying fairies with fluttering skirts and volleying music, lifelike, wearing feather crowns and dancing with various musical instruments.

I hesitated inexplicably, as if pulled by another invisible force, slowly raised my head, and my eyes moved over the face of the Buddha with peeling oil paint, and stopped on the murals of the flying fairies on the dougong.

"It's Kinara, and the god of music is Gandharva......"

Suddenly, as if the other side of my mind had gradually awakened, I muttered to myself, "Yes, where is it...... I've seen them sing and dance. ”

I stroked the pattern on the wall slightly, and my breath became even more breathless, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground.

I seemed to see the goddesses stepping on the walls of the grotto with their toes, but their bodies seemed to be flying in the air.

I felt myself flying, my bloodied stump foot felt no pain at all, I had never danced so stretched and beautiful, in the gap between life and death, in the choice of silence and reincarnation, like a bubble in the sun, I refracted the brilliant brilliance, and then ...... Annihilation.

The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Emperors, and immortals on the four walls were all looking at me, with secretive, various expressions of expression.

This dance, as if the Six Realms are watching, waiting for the last moment.

"They're watching...... They're all watching. ”

Suddenly I felt indescribable pleasure, my eyes made contact with the immortals and Buddhas on the murals, and I murmured in a trance, "Third brother, the Buddha and the Emperor of Heaven...... Those eyes on the four walls are really watching! ”

In the whirling dance, I saw a series of murals in the corner of my eye: in front of the flying fairy dancing Buddha, a hundred flowers swirling danced; However, in the next picture, hell is disguised, and countless ghosts raise their heads, and their eyes show the light of pain and fear, which is the pain of falling into the Infernal Hell and never being able to transcend life.

My body trembled slightly, trembling and trying to grasp something, but I could only make finger marks on the floor tiles because of my breath, and tears fell silently without the slightest sound—and then I saw that in the silent darkness, a faint moon-white light rose, and who appeared in the misty light.

The demon's hands should have been cold, and they trembled as slightly as I did.

But the hand that caught me was so gentle, so real, that feeling of being able to grasp something, to grasp something.

In this eternal lonely darkness, under the moonlight of the cool west.

I paid close attention to this mysterious karmic encounter, who appeared in this grotto, and the face of that person gradually became clear in the halo, it was actually the man named Wei Wuji I met on the street that day.

But the way he looks now is different from what he did back then.

A white robe glows faintly in the dark, like the afterglow of the eternal moon, and the warm and transcendent eyebrows meet me in this eternal isolated grotto, like a black sea that is two or two of them, full of amazing feelings.

However, gradually, behind him, dozens of black-armored people dressed in Xuanmo power suits faintly appeared, their faces solemn and without saying a word, as if they were only obeying Wei Wuji's orders.

It was him, Wei Wuji, who reported to my father that the change in the sky in Dunhuang City was related to my leaving the palace, and it was he who indirectly contributed to my sacrifice to the sky.

I smiled coldly and said softly: "Why, my father is so suspicious, and sent Commander Wei to monitor you to see if I am really dead?" ”

The corners of Wei Wuji's mouth twitched, and he suddenly smiled, "No, I led the subordinates of the Great Guangming Palace to accompany the Ninth Princess to the funeral and escort the Ninth Princess on the road." ”

"What did you say!"

I immediately restrained my sneer, and said, "Is this my father's idea, or is it that old demon woman of Zhenlan?" ”

How could my father let the eagle dog, who was only loyal to him, organize the whole funeral for me, this is not reasonable.

He said lightly: "No, I am making my own decision." The Great Guangming Palace was established from the moment the ninth princess was born, and the road to the future will follow you all the way. ”

"Why, who are you?"

I was a little incredulous, "My father relies on you so much, how can he let you be buried for me!" ”

"Me? I am naturally Wei Wuji, the courtier of His Majesty, the commander of the Great Guangming Palace, and the people of Xiliang. However, I have another identity......"