At night, a gust of wind shook over the pavilion in the wind and cleared the small clay oven that blew Xue Yuwen's wine. Xue Yu's hand holding the wine glass paused, and suddenly looked up at the dark night sky in disbelief.

Jiang Qinghan ran over in a panic with a flower crown: "Why didn't you stop Bai Ranxi?"

Ye Ming paused with his hand holding the wine: "If you don't drink this wine again, it will be cold." ”

Xue Yu frowned and said, "That's Bai Ranxi, you're not worried at all?"

Ye Ming said helplessly: "Mrs. Zhurong said, although Xie Zhanning's golden spirit bead has been refined, it is only a mortal spirit bead after all. She also needs to get used to it before we can go back to Kunlun. It's up to her to go. ”

Xue Yu shook his head, and the pink light veil brushed over Jiang Qinghan's head, plucking a rose from his corolla.

Jiang Qinghan knocked off a pair of claws from Xue Yu: "Xue Haowan, what are you doing?"

Xue Yu handed the rose to Ye Ming: "Do you want two petals, fresh soaking wine is delicious." ”

Ye Ming unceremoniously took the two petals and put them in his wine cup, and the crisp wine suddenly reflected a faint pink.

Jiang Qinghan looked at the two people in front of him with a toothache on his face: "Why do you two still have the heart to drink?"

Xue Yu's peach blossom eyes slanted upward: "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop this day when I return to Kunlun." If you don't drink now, when?"

Jiang Qinghan rolled his eyes: "You're drunk in the wine jar!"

Ye Ming smiled lightly: "Let her go." She shouted and shouted in her mouth that she wanted to enter the Xindu and destroy the Divine Sect, but she was reluctant in her heart. has lived for tens of thousands of years, and she is still a child in terms of feelings, so she can only grow up by herself, and no one can help her. ”

Xindu was originally a continuous hill along the north of Langya. Now the hill is surrounded by a wall and a tower has been built. Believers wore black robes and walked up the difficult mountain road between the hills to the kingdom of Xindu, knelt down in front of the city gate, and knelt for a day before entering the city to receive gifts.

In the hills where the walls stretched, one temple after another was hidden. In addition to the highest Buddhist temple, the temples from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain are lit up with sporadic lights.

Zong Ye stood halfway up the mountain. Shen Di followed behind Zong Ye. In front of them was a huge dragonstone that blocked the passage up the mountain. Through this broken dragon stone is the temple without light on the top of the mountain.

Shen Tuhu looked at Zong Ye suspiciously: "You said that the Golden Spirit Bead is hidden in that temple?"

"Yes. "Zong Ye's feet are a deep ravine dug around the Broken Dragon Stone. There is a small hole in the ravine every other mile, which seems to be connected to the relief of the eighteen Arhats on the Broken Dragon Stone.

Shen Tu frowned and said, "Zong Ye, do you only have one-third of your brain left? Just this small broken ditch costs the blood of three thousand people? Isn't one person's enough? Can't you put some pig blood and cow blood?"

Zong Ye said lightly: "Then why don't you try to put some of your own first?"

Shen Tu glanced at Zong Ye unhappily: "Stinky boy, it's best that there really is a golden spirit bead behind this door." ”

Zong Ye said expressionlessly: "You can also disbelieve me. Find it yourself. ”

Shen Di secretly grinded his back molars, turned around and walked down the mountain, leaving Zong Ye's one standing in front of the Broken Dragon Stone.

This dragonstone divides the entire Shin into two cities. The top of this hill is a no-man's zone. There's something everyone wants in this no-go zone.

Behind this broken dragon stone is Bai Luo's golden spirit bead. Between heaven and earth, the spirit bead with the strongest spiritual power in the Three Realms.

Only Zong Ye just wanted to stand in front of this broken dragon stone. It seems that the broken dragon stone engraved with the eighteen Arhats is not the golden spirit bead of Bai Luo, but Bai Luo is left in it.

This Xindu was originally a prosperous holy city, and in the midst of the ruins, all the stone steps and all the temples were broken and collapsed, and only the broken stones covered the entire steep mountain road.

Flowers that grow in the dark can survive in any environment, but that is only survival, and it is life without sunlight. If you want to be reborn, you must cut off the rotten roots and let the seeds fly to the sun and take root.

Zong Ye's fingertips rubbed the gluttonous dark lines on his sleeves, and the fine stitches were extremely soft to the touch, but the uneven touch still made people feel distressed.

Zong Ye lowered his head, turned around and walked down the mountain along the sharp stones. Suddenly, Zong Ye's footsteps paused, and the soles of his shoes sank over the gravel. In the distance, almost at the edge of the sky, the white figure stood above the ruins, the moon-white robe floating under the dark night sky.

Zong Ye's heart skipped a beat, and his throat was dry and bitter. The figure was so far away that he couldn't help but take two steps forward, hoping that it would be better to get even closer to the white figure.

But it's always that far away. The warmth was so far away.

If he takes a step closer, he is afraid that his heart will collapse, and he is afraid that he will not be able to help but cut down this ruin, destroy this broken wall, burn this dark letter, and turn the mountains and forests between them into ashes.

But he couldn't. Bai Luo is not only the god in the sky, but also all the hopes in his dreams, and the only light that shines into reality. People are always warm. But if he wants to embrace this warmth, he will have to burn the ashes for the rest of his life.

Bai Luo stood on top of the ruins. It was a weakly defended city wall in Xindu, and under the city wall was a natural danger, and the clouds and mist covered the danger under the abyss, leaving only darkness.

The walls were thin on the abyssal side. Bai Luo's figure standing on the city wall also resembles a white point of light abruptly in the darkness. She quietly looked at the black figure in the mountain forest. Her eyesight was excellent, and her blue pupils pierced through the mountains and forests like two clusters of cold flames.

The two figures, one black and one white, are like two chess pieces falling on a chessboard, looking at each other within their own boundaries.

For a long time, until the sky was white, Bai Luo jumped down from the ruins.

The white figure disappeared above the ruins, and Zong Ye's clenched hands in his sleeves relaxed slightly, and his palms were impressively crimson fingerprints.

Master, if I, a mandala growing in the dark, are going to cut off the roots, I hope that you will be the one who will cut off the roots.

Bai Luo got a few ups and downs and arrived on the official road outside the city of Xindu. Sure enough, as Xie Jinyan said, there are more and more believers in Xindu, and the muddy and difficult mountain road from Langya to Xindu has not stopped these people from going up the mountain one after another.

Beside the mountain road, a young man carried a thin woman on his back, and walked on the mountain road with difficulty step by step. The young man was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, but the white light gauze shirt in the coarse cloth shirt was still exposed as he pulled it.

The light yarn has a special texture, which is not good but very useful, and is suitable for collecting medicine in the mountains and forests. It was the clothes of the disciples of the Xuanyue Temple.

Bai Luo looked at the young man with burning eyes. The young man was originally walking with his head down, but suddenly raised his head and saw Bai Luo's feet slipping and almost falling.

Bai Luo raised his palm and lifted the young man's knee so that he didn't let the young man fall down with the old man on his back.

The young man looked at Bai Luo and lowered his head in embarrassment. Bai Luo's gaze lightly swept over the white gauze clothes exposed by the young man, and said lightly: "You shouldn't wear this clothes." ”

After that, Bai Luo passed by the young man and continued to descend the mountain.

The young man hesitated for a while, and finally settled the old woman behind him on the side of the road and turned around to catch up with Bai Luo. When he stood in front of Bai Luo, he already had a white gauze in his hand.

"God-kun. The young man muttered.

Bai Luo looked at the young man with a cold expression. In fact, if he didn't recognize the clothes, Bai Luo wouldn't have recognized this person at all.

The young man took the clothes and smiled bitterly: "Shenjun, you don't recognize me. But I know you. I was also there when I encircled and suppressed Muyun Heavenly Palace, but I didn't have the ability, so I could only stay behind and boil some medicine. Shenjun, I know you look down on me. But I can't help it. I entered the Xuanyue Temple to cure my mother's illness. But it didn't work. Now my mother is dying, and I haven't found a way. I heard that the Sect of the Gods has a way to bring the dead back to life, so let's try it. ”

Bai Luo frowned and said, "Since you are a disciple of the Xuanyue Temple, you should know that there is no way to resurrect the dead in this world. ”

The young man said in a low voice: "The Xuanyue Temple uses medicinal materials from the human world, of course, it can't be cured. However, there is a holy relic in the Sect of the Gods, and Wu Yueji will open the Temple of the Sect of the Gods of Punishment during the full moon period and take out the treasure. It is said that it is a holy relic that gathers the essence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the spiritual power is enough to bring ten thousand people back to life. ”

Bai Luo laughed and said, "Then you believe it?"

The young man sighed: "Believe it or not, but there is another way? Besides, Wu Yueji once brought the ancestors of the Yuan clan back to life, and that was what I saw with my own eyes in Muyun Heavenly Palace." ”

Bai Luo frowned slightly. No wonder so many people want to believe it, and these people can't see such a clumsy lie. Whether it was in Muyun Heavenly Palace or White Wolf Yi, only the high-level disciples of the four great families and Bai Luo and others had seen the true faces of those who "came back from the dead".

But like the low-level disciple of Muyun Heavenly Palace in front of him, he only learned about the battle situation in Muyun Heavenly Palace afterwards. He only knew about the "resurrection of the ancestors of the Yuan family". Not to mention other ordinary people. These things were spread falsely in the crowd, and after being modified by the storyteller, they naturally became ironclad evidence that Wu Yueji had the ability to bring the dead back to life.

Bai Luo said coldly: "I think if the ancestor of the Yuan clan knew about it, he would have hoped that he would have been lying quietly in the sealed ice coffin. ”

The young man sneered: "Divine Monarch, but I am an ordinary person. The only thing I can brag about in this life is to meet you. I don't have the world in my heart, and I don't have those big truths. The only hope is that the old mother can be cured and then fulfill her filial piety. He looked at the white gauze in his hand curtly: "But you are right, the patriarch and the patriarch are both good people, I shouldn't embarrass them." So the young man put the white gauze on the side of the road.

Bai Luo said lightly: "Do you know that life and death are fateful?"

The young man smiled bitterly: "I know, but I can't do it." It is useless to ask God for something else. With that, the young man turned around, and the old woman on his back continued to walk towards the letter.

Bai Luo stood on the mountain road and saw that almost all the people coming from the bottom of the mountain were like the young man, either poor or seriously ill. Occasionally, a few wealthy businessmen were mixed in, shouting about immortality, and they were extremely angry. Not far from this mountain road is a land temple. The front of the Land Temple was barren and overgrown with weeds, almost covering the Land Temple. There was not a single incense burner in the small incense burner in front of the temple.

Bai Luo pulled out the weeds in front of the land temple and reached out and knocked on the stone niche of the land temple. There were a few muffled noises from the stone niche, but there was not a single echo. I don't know how long this land temple has been abandoned, and it is estimated that the land lord in this temple does not know where to beg for a living. This letter is indeed a ghost town.

Whether it is Kunlun or the human world, they have inadvertently quietly changed into a different appearance.

Bai Luo sighed. As soon as I went to Kunlun, I didn't know when I would be able to come back. Looking at the appearance of this mountain road today, there are not 100 but 80 letters every day. No matter what Zong Ye wants to do, it won't be long before people can have enough. At that time, whether Zong Ye attacked the Kunlun Enchantment, or she came with heavenly soldiers to recapture the Golden Spirit Bead, it would only be a sword face.

Bai Luo smiled self-deprecatingly. I don't know when I started thinking about changing Zong Ye and changing this young man with a Buddha bone spirit bead. She originally thought that Zong Ye was just Zong Ye, a little monk who grew up in Xiao Wuxiang Temple since she was a child.

Behind him there were several very low piano sounds in the wind. Bai Luo paused and frowned.

The sound of the piano was not very good, and it was clear that the person who played the piano was severely injured in his right hand, but he was just trying to play. His left hand could reach out to the sounds of heaven, but his right hand could not play the same pleasant notes with his left hand.

Bai Luo's heart jumped suddenly. On that day, the white wolf Yi Zongye's right hand was entangled by the tiger spirit, and only one meridian was left to connect it. I remember that scene vividly.

Bai Luo turned his head suddenly, and saw that there was an additional figure on the Wanghuo Tower in Xindu. The man sat on the firetower, a lamp lit by his side, flickering on and off. His black hair was blown by the wind and fluttered on the high platform.

So, Zong Ye is here to send her?

Bai Luo smiled faintly. But when I see that I am already an enemy today, what is there to send off?

Bai Luo's palm was golden. The golden light like a sharp blade flashed under the moonlight, and it was like an arrow off the string that pierced straight towards the figure on the fire.

Hearing only the sound of "Zheng", the strings under Zong Ye's hands broke in response, and the strings cut his ten fingers, and blood dripped along the strings on the Jiaowei Qin.

Bai Luo's voice came to Zong Ye's ears through the sound of the strings breaking: "Zong Ye, on the night of the full moon, I will come to take away your sacred relics of the Divine Sect and your life. ”

Zong Ye's eyes, which were covered by long eyelashes, trembled. His tense back relaxed, and his towering shoulders drooped. He looked into the distance and said in a very low voice, "I'll wait for you." ”

In the air, a black crow flew over the Lookout Tower. Zong Ye's hand was slightly raised in the air, and a piece of paper fell into his hand. Zong Ye looked at the contents of the paper and frowned slightly. After reading it, he put the paper in the fire, and did not stand up until he saw that the white paper was completely burned out in the fire.

"Back to Kunlun?" Zong Ye chuckled in a low voice. He looked up at the trail in front of him. The people on the mountain road were only the size of ants in his eyes, and the white figure had long since disappeared.