The light has fallen.

The low bells of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, with mourning, swept across the sky.

Even those who trekked dozens of miles away from the spiritual mountain, those ascetics who came to the Pure Land to visit the "Obon" festival with a "pilgrimage" mentality, heard the bells of the distant heavens.

In the wind and sand, the expressions of those ascetics became very stiff.

At first incredulous, then the face gradually paled.

The guardian of the Spirit Mountain.

The old man who sat in the Hall of Light...... Leaving the world.

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Hundreds of steps of mountain stone steps.

The young man with the Zen staff had a gloomy expression, and he walked with difficulty, leading to the highest steps of the Hall of Light, each step was extremely heavy.

"Did Uncle Shao Yun leave anything before leaving?"

The ascetic who followed him shook his head, "The abbot has nothing left...... Except for one thing. ”

The lark raised an eyebrow, "What is left?"

As a waiter in Lingshan's dedicated service to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, this ascetic's face looked a little hesitant, and he cast a subtle look at the people beside the Buddha.

Especially the one surnamed Ning Keqing who walked with the lark.

After the great Keqing left, at the request of the two great masters of the Zen law, Keqing Mountain sent a very weighty token to Tianqing Pond, which was engraved with the word "Taiping", Lingshan Taiping, and the living soul was peaceful, which is the role of the Keqing Palace...... There are countless capable people in the world, and those who have the ability to open peace for Lingshan should be treated as a guest.

That's why the waiter can't speak or figure it out.

It's just a peace guest.

No matter how noble is the status...... It's just a guest secretary.

However, after Master Shao Yun passed away, there was only one thing left, not to the two sect masters of Zen Law, nor to the Buddha, but to Ning Yi!

"Master Shao Yun...... A mirror was left behind. ”

He sighed and said, "It's for Mr. Ning." ”

"A mirror?" Mu Heng frowned, his face became shocked, and muttered, "Guangming Jian?"

The lark's expression was quite calm.

The group walked to the door of the hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva lowered their eyebrows, as if they were mourning in silence.

Rays of light spilled in the wind from the curtain in the depths of the hall.

The curtain of cloth with an ancient and old texture and broken sheepskin was constantly blown up by the wind.

Accompanied by splinters of light.

In the deepest part of that hall, there used to be infinite light, and there was an old man.

Now there is only infinite light left.

In the high hall of the main hall, a simple bronze mirror is hung.

The gloom of brilliance swept into it.

The essence of the sun and the moon is contained in it.

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The moment Ning Yi raised his feet and stepped into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the hanging bronze mirror let out a clanging sound, like a childish baby, happily jumping, sweeping like a flying sword for several feet, and directly plunged into his arms.

Ning Yi was a little caught off guard, holding the bronze mirror, but the whole person was pushed by this strong force and staggered, with his physique, he was almost put down by this small mirror......

After the two great sect masters saw this bronze mirror clearly, their complexions changed.

Bright ......

It's really a bright spot!

Senior Brother Shao Yun left the "Guangming Jian" to this outsider surnamed Ning, and the person who held this Jian was in the depths of the Daxiong Treasure Palace...... Those masters of light!

Holding the bronze mirror, the hand is warm, and it feels like a beauty is in your arms.

Ning Yi's fingers rubbed the edge of the bronze mirror, hundreds of years of time have passed, and did not let the "Guangming Jian" give birth to cracks, mottled, under the washing of light, this bronze mirror constantly wipes itself, as long as the "starlight" is poured into it, the small mirror will soon burst into brilliance, shining.

If it is driven by divinity, the momentum will be even greater.

Ning Yi pressed down the urge to use the ancient mirror, he took a deep breath, injected a wisp of qi into the mirror, and appeased this "little guy" who opened his wisdom, this little guy has been silent for too long, and has been hanging high in front of the Hall of Light for all these years, and at this moment he was finally allowed by Shao Yun to "walk around", regain his freedom, and be extremely "excited".

Ning Yi gently rubbed the mirror and said softly: "Little guy, you will be free in the future, you don't have to be restrained anymore, there are still three partners in the sword qi cave to play with you...... It's just that now you'll have to wait a little longer. ”

The bronze mirror shook slightly.

Signaling that it understood.

Ning Yi let go of his hand, Guang Jian automatically floated, "looked around", circled around the two big sect masters with strange faces, and then hovered in front of the lark.

The skylark's eyes were ancient and waveless, staring at the ancient mirror.

In the mirror of Guangming Jian, a handsome, calm young face was reflected, but it was distorted and there was incense flowing.

"This ancient mirror can reflect the 'cause and effect' and condense the 'dust edge'. ”

Jin Yi's expression became excited, staring at the mirror, the lark's face in the ancient mirror had changed, under the wisps of incense, the young man's face was covered by clouds and mist, and the mysterious and forbidden powerful majesty also flowed out from the domestic world.

Is this to illuminate the "Jizo Bodhisattva"?

In ancient times, the Bodhisattva King of the Earth, with the power of one person, suppressed the boundless army of the demon clan.

The killing power is shocking, but no one has ever really witnessed the dignity of that great bodhisattva!

Do you have a chance to see it today?

The lark stared at the ancient mirror in silence, not saying a word, he watched his face distort and change in the mirror, and his eyes became cold...... And just as those clouds and mist were about to disperse and reveal their true faces, a light rebuke rang out.

"No!"

The great sect master of Zen Buddhism, who has always been gentle, stepped forward quickly, opened the ancient mirror, and stopped in front of the lark, he stared at the great sect master of the Vinaya sect, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Bodhisattva honor, how can you easily show the world, if the person who twists the fire looks at the Bodhisattva, the cause and effect of ten thousand years are involved, what kind of changes have occurred...... Jin Yi, can you afford it?"

The bronze mirror seemed to have been wronged, and after being swept away by Mu Heng, he whimpered and swept out at a low altitude, got lost around the temple pillar for a while, and finally found a soft "gentle township" to lie down, Pei Yatou rubbed the ancient mirror in her arms a little helplessly, and her arms seemed to be holding a swaddling baby.

The lark was stunned for a long time before rubbing his head.

The young man smiled and said, "It's okay." I'd like to see ...... What do you look like? ”

He turned to look at Ning Yi and said softly: "Mr. Ning, the only thing Uncle Shao Yun left to the world is this 'Guangming Jian', with his wisdom, you must be the best master of the 'Guangming Jian', there is no need to doubt this." ”

Jin Yi and Mu Heng both looked a little subtle, and in the end they obeyed and compromised.

Ning Yi has done a lot for Lingshan.

This "Guangming Jian", since the hall master decided to leave it to him, then as a high-level Lingshan leader, he can only compromise.

Ning Yi's gaze always fell behind the curtain.

Master Shao Yun said it before...... Give this light to yourself. It's a great gift.

So he was not surprised by the obedience of this "Bright Jian" at this moment.

Skylark said seriously: "But with my understanding of Uncle Shao Yun, it is impossible for him to leave only the light ...... There must be something else!"

He cast his gaze on the light that was hidden by the curtain.

That is the place where Shao Yun passed away.

sat down and died, except for the "destined person" who was personally passed on by Master Shao Yun, others didn't know what was behind the curtain.

And the last "destined person" was Ning Yi.

"According to the rules, Mr. Ning, you took the 'Guangming Jian', and you are the master there. Mu Heng said: "Senior Brother Shao Yun's original intention should also be ...... It's up to you to uncover the 'secrets' left there. ”

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Pei Yatou hugged the ancient mirror, feeling the warm ripples of vibration in her arms.

Although "Guangming Jian" is not an innate spiritual treasure, but the material is special, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and experiencing countless sunrises and moonsets in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Lingshan, which is a treasure of extremely warm people.

After giving birth to spiritual intelligence, the treasure mirror can feel the mind of the "master".

It can feel the relationship between its owner and the woman...... There is a warm power that I yearn for, and it is transmitted between the two.

Warmer than the sun's rays.

That's what it's most after.

In this world, there is no more warm power than the divinity of the sword wielder, and the qi of the word scroll.

In fact, this is also the reason why Shao Yun left it to Ning Yi.

The sword bearer is the best destination for the Lord of Light.

Merely...... The woman holding herself was so cold that the depths of her soul seemed to be covered with a layer of ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

It struggled to release its "light", but it could not alleviate the cold.

A breeze blows.

The curtain was blown up by the wind.

When I opened the light of spiritual wisdom, I felt a "warm current" transmitted by the outside world, and the small mirror trembled.

Ning Yi gently grabbed the girl's thin waist with one hand, and said indifferently: "What Master Shao Yun left behind...... Let's go and see it together, don't shy away from it. ”

He knew what Mu Heng meant.

After the great creation of Lingshan, you can't just swallow it without spitting it out.

In that temple of light...... Shao Yun must have left something else.

However, after the five people lifted the curtain, they found out.

They were wrong.

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There was some scorching light, which made Jin Yimuheng and the girl squint their eyes with difficulty.

Ning Yi, who had already entered here once, had a calm demeanor, he was originally a sword bearer, born for light.

And what makes him feel a little interesting...... It was a lark who had never set foot in this place before, and did not show the slightest discomfort.

It's a place of light with no bounds.

Nothing.

Up, down, left, right.

East, South, West, North.

It's more like a lonely, dead cage.

This is where Shao Yun sits, and after he died, there was nothing left.

The ancient monument, the codex...... With his death, they all dissipated into the light.

Ning Yi lowered his head and looked at the soles of his feet.

After stepping into this place, even the "shadow" is swallowed up.

Nothing is left.

And the quaint, quiet "Guangmingjian" suddenly trembled.