The sky was dark and colorless.

Midnight on the mountainside, the upper side of the distance is a sloping section, the mountain that covers the small half of the sky is pressed down from the top of his head, I don't know the blessing or the curse, at this moment, or eternal, the wind is out, the clouds are gone, the green trees are lifeless...... Time seemed to stand still.

It seems to be very different from what is recorded in the data, whether it is the sky or the scene, Ling Ye can't think about whether he has ever remembered such a description.

After looking around for a long time, he didn't wait for the slightest sound and accident to appear, and he was not wearing an inch when he could think, and there was no way, and Ling Ye, who couldn't wake up, had to continue to explore this unknown mountain.

Three days, two months, one year...... I don't know how many years have passed, after stepping on every foot of earth and rocks on the ground, and touching every tree, I returned to the same place in the middle of the night, raised my head, and was stunned for a long time.

As if the patient who had ended the hypnotic and suggestive effects, his divergent pupils began to contract, and the chaos in his eyes was gradually replaced by Qingming, Ling Ye twisted his stiff neck, stretched his numb body, as if waking up from a dream, the muscles on his face twitched twice, and he said hoarsely:

"Good...... Resemble...... It's one hundred and eighty-three thousand one hundred steps......"

Soon, Ling Ye, who only felt quiet and peaceful in his heart, raised his hand and pointed diagonally up at will, and saw a stone staircase emerge from in front of him, heading straight to the sky.

He Shi Shiran stepped forward, brushed away the large and small mud and rocks that stood in his way, and went to the end of the stairs, which was a half-suspended mountain that he had never been to.

After more than 300 heartbeats, he stepped on the mountain in the sky where it had stopped falling, walked around casually, and approached a strange scene on the top of the mountain.

With the plain state of mind at this time in the middle of the night, I still couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity - there were two and a half buildings on the top of the mountain.

The stone temple that preserves the foundation is obliquely embedded with the saint's shrine, with the stone wall and the blue brick as the limit, and the ground is clearly divided, and the ground is divided into two boundaries.

Stepping on the gravel all around him, and the small stone temple with no door and no door, he walked leisurely into it.

In the main hall, Ling Ye looked up at the shattered Buddha statue, and after looking away rather boringly, he glanced at the two corpses not far away, and he smiled unconsciously.

Then he walked away.

The seer saw the withered monk sitting cross-legged, under him was a mass of powder, dressed in a rotten robe, and looked carefully in front of him in the middle of the night, most of the nameless monk was naked, and the rest of the body had become a terrifying state of skin and bone sticking, only two hands reflected the sacred.

The left hand is full of flesh, the roots seem to grow out of the flesh and bones, the index finger and the thumb twist the lotus, lifelike, the fragrance is overflowing, the right hand is knotted with a treasure bottle print, the root and finger palms are crystal clear, faintly containing milky white light, revealing a pure Zen.

After standing still for a moment, he started again, stepping on the slope, and the slightly rough stone floor quickly transformed into regular green bricks.

Coming to another corpse, he stopped, and continued to watch.

This is a pale, white-haired man, dressed in a robe, standing with one hand on his back and the other slightly raised, but he has disappeared without a trace from his fingers to his palm, leaving only a protrusion

The cuff of the vulture, and the inexplicable burnt black color on the sleeve hem.

Half of the fragment was falling, frozen as it touched the bricks on the ground.

Other than that, everything was as if it were ordinary, the old man was quiet and solemn, thoughtful, and his eyes were staring at the slightly high place in front of him, like a saint statue carved by a divine craftsman.

(End of chapter)