Aoyama no longer ...... It became a bare mountain of death.

The green water is no longer clear and gives off a fishy smell......

Even the wind that blew over was full of vicissitudes and sorrow, with the smell of decay.

There is also the exquisite attic hall everywhere, which is full of dust at the same time, it has lost its vitality and is in decline.

The stone steps of the mountains were even more damaged, and a large amount of gravel seemed to be mourning in the wind.

Those disciples of the Donglin Sect who had seen Ling Hao at the beginning of the previous and walked at a gallop were all in the square, in the main hall, on the stone steps at this moment, and they had been dead for a long time, and their bodies had long since decayed and turned into skeletons.

There are also the disciples of the Donglin Sect who meditate cross-legged in their respective residences, and the same is true, all of them are bones......

This is a Dead Sect!

There is not the slightest life, and it is filled with a thick dead air......

But in this Donglin, under the thick death aura, there is a dream barrier, which is composed of the illusory of countless people before they die, like these dead Donglin Sect disciples, when they die, they don't know that they are dead......

They are still in that dream, practicing.

This is also the reason why Ling Haochu and Liu Jinbiao stood there before, and the disciples of the Donglin Sect walked past them one by one, but they didn't notice it at all, it was not that Ling Haochu didn't exist, but that they ...... does not exist.

It's a ghost, and it's not appropriate, but in Linghao's first view, there are no ghosts. Yes, it's just a dream barrier that doesn't know death...... Under this dream barrier, even if outsiders come here, it is difficult to find the clues, and even when they are attracted to it, there will be a scene similar to hallucinations, which is actually due to the dream barrier of outsiders, fused with the cluster, and integrated into it.

The cluster has been destroyed for countless years throughout the ages, and Ling Haochu doesn't know how long it will be...... But he understood that perhaps for countless years, many people had come here without realizing that it was actually a Dead Sect, and after being a guest here, they had left......

But he couldn't be the first to figure it out!

Because he saw that in the center of the Eastern Sect, in a huge palace, there was a vitality of longing and mourning silently.

That life is full of loneliness and sorrow, just like after the destruction of the home, the loss of all the relatives and young sons, in the ruins, after crying for a long time, silently guarded.

There is no one to accompany them, some are just the ruins of death and corpses, in that loneliness and sorrow, all the dream obstacles are condensed, so that this illusory green mountains and green waters, illusory prosperous sects, and illusory disciples of the Donglin Sect come to accompany them......

When Ling Haochu didn't realize his own void origin, even if he came here, he still couldn't see it, but at this moment, he saw and felt it, and in a light sigh, he closed his eyes again.

When the wind passed, the decay and death of the Donglin Sect in his open eyes disappeared, and in its place, it was still the scene full of vitality and the spitting of many disciples.

"Let's go. Ling Haochu spoke softly and walked forward. Liu Jinbiao couldn't see the changes in the cluster, but he could faintly feel that something was wrong here, and he looked at it halfway, followed behind Ling Haochu, and walked forward.

Forward to Feng, outside Ling Haochu's body, there are faint ripples, these ripples, outsiders can't see, this is Ling Haochu let go of himself, let himself into the cluster of dream obstacles.

When he and Liu Jinbiao landed on the land of Linzong in the east, they saw two long rainbows roaring in the distance, and in front of the two of them, they turned into two monks, a man and a woman.

The two monks were not very old, and the male cultivators were quite handsome, and their expressions did not show the slightest slackness, but showed respect. The woman beside him was very beautiful, looking at Ling Haochu, her eyes showed curiosity.

"Seniors, the juniors were ordered by the ancestors to invite the seniors to the Donglin Palace. The young man smiled and clenched his fists, his words respectful, and his expression was the same.

The woman beside him also clenched her fists, and her eyes swept over Lingjing.

Ling Haochu looked at the two Donglin Sect disciples in front of him, sighed lightly in his heart, his expression was soft, and he nodded.

Under the guidance of these two disciples of the Donglin Sect, with Ling Haochu, he flew towards the Donglin Hall in the center, the Donglin Sect was very large, and all the way through, Ling Haochu saw the entire Donglin Sect, a scene of vitality.

He saw many sacred cranes flying, and on the ground, whether in the medicine courtyard or in the residence of his disciples, there were monks, either meditating alone or laughing and talking to each other.

When the wind blows, it also contains a rich holy aura, just like the holy realm outside the world.

On the way, Ling Haochu also saw some disciples of the Donglin Sect galloping by, revealing their figures after seeing him, and bowing respectfully to him with his fists.

The people of the Donglin Sect are very gentle, and they are quite polite to Ling Haochu, as if Ling Haochu is a guest of this sect.

When they were about to approach the east hall of the center, the two Changhongs roared up with a startled momentum, and came to the front of Ling Haochu in an instant, and there was a hearty laugh.

"Dongcun, smoke, you two stand down. In that laughter, two monks were revealed in the two long rainbows, and the person who spoke was an old man, and there was a middle-aged man beside him, smiling and bowing to Ling Haochu.

These two people, all of them are Jin Zun cultivators, extremely extraordinary, the old man in the hearty laughter, to Ling Haochu fist.

"In the next year, for the great elder of the Donglin Sect, he was ordered by the ancestor to welcome the seniors to the Donglin Palace. ”

"Junior He Dao, the sect master of the East Lin Sect, has seen the seniors. The middle-aged man smiled, looking very polite.

Looking at these two people, Ling Haochu's eyes showed sadness, what kind of loneliness can make a person condense the dream barrier to accompany him......

"Let's go. Ling Haochu sighed lightly and spoke to the two.

In the company of these two Jinzun monks, Ling Haochu was given enough respect and came to the center of this Donglin Sect, the holy place of the entire Donglin Sect, the Donglin Temple!

"The ancestor is inside, I didn't summon it, and I asked the seniors to go in by themselves. The old man with a hearty laugh clenched his fists towards Ling Haochu and spoke respectfully.

Ling Haochu nodded, looking at the gate of the east hall, in fact, he could have come alone after seeing through the dream barrier before, and walked into the big hall that was in the ruins and exuded sorrow.

There was no need for him to talk to some illusory shadow in the dream obstacle.

But he didn't do it, he could feel the sadness and loneliness, he gave this Donglin Sect ancestor respect, in exchange, it was this ancestor in that dream barrier, gave Ling Haochu respect.

"Jin Biao, wait for me outside. Ling Haochu spoke softly, and walked towards the Donglin Hall in front of him, step by step.

After Liu Jinbiao respectfully said yes, he subconsciously looked around, he always felt that the cluster was a little weird, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Slowly walked to the east hall, until the moment Ling Haochu's right foot fully stepped into the hall, a vicissitudes of life, full of loneliness and sorrow, echoed in this hall.

"You're here......"

In that hall, in front of Ling Haochu, there were three huge statues, carved by the statues, two men and a woman, they looked up at the east, with a smile on the corner of their mouths, and a majestic aura emanated from these three statues.

Under the statue, cross-legged sat an old man in a gray robe, whose face was covered with brown spots, like a twilight old man among mortals. His expression was miserable, revealing endless sorrow.

He sat there, but on his body, in addition to the sorrow, there was also a powerful aura buried deep in his body, and this breath surpassed all the statues that Ling Hao had seen for the first time.

"It's coming......" Ling Haochu sighed lightly, walked in front of the old man, sat down cross-legged, raised his right hand, and took out a pot of wine.

"Or?" Ling Haochu handed the flask to the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then took the flask and took a sip.

"I feel a familiar aura in you, you shouldn't be here for the first time. The old man raised his head and looked at Ling Haochu.

"In a dream. Ling Haochu took out the second flask, put it to his lips and took a sip.

"Perhaps...... I've been sitting here for a long, long time, maybe you've been here in your dreams. The old man looked at the door of the hall in the distance and said slowly.

"The Eastern Lamin Sect in your dream, is it the same as now?" the old man asked softly.

"Same. Ling Hao looked at the old man, and he could feel the sorrow of the other party.

"Thank you......" The old man closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slowly extended out. With his cultivation, he shouldn't have known what tears were, but now, after Ling Haochu's sentence "the same", it flowed down.

"I've been sitting here for a long, long time, and you're the only one who, after seeing all this, makes me feel familiar...... This is my home...... I left in my early years, and when I returned home, it was already like this......" The old man opened his eyes, and there was pain and deep sorrow in them.

Lingjing was silent.

"I don't know who did it...... I can't find out, even if it's Dazun, I can't deduce it...... I can only sit here, with my memories, make up a dream, let this dream accompany me, let the Donglin Sect, exist...... Until the one I die......" the old man whispered, his voice hoarse.

Ling Haochu looked at the old man and didn't say anything.

What kind of emotions can make a person so, what kind of sadness can make people deceive themselves with dreams, what kind of loneliness will make a person accompany with illusion and memory.

“...... If the ancestor is ruined...... Perhaps, I will also be like him, sitting alone in the vast starry sky, only on my own cultivation star, silently anesthetizing myself with dreams, compiling a world of dream obstacles, in which there are my parents, me, Ruyan, everyone, and many familiar faces......

If there were, I might be ...... too."

"The luck of the dead, the Yin Dynasty, those who cannot obtain the true path of all beings, often sink into the sea of suffering, never lose the true way, and dedicate themselves to cultivating the true practice!" The old man suddenly spoke, with such a sentence that shocked Ling Hao's heart!

"This sentence, with the blood of the people of my Donglin sect, was written on a stone tablet by the murderer......"

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