After swallowing two mouthfuls of salty seawater, Ling Shang's whole body became nervously convulsed.

For years, he had been afraid of water like that.

And the person who gave himself this morbid fear knew nothing.

Alas, why can't I forget it?

It's good that you will soon be able to forget about it completely.

Ling Shang was just a little regretful, that person probably wouldn't worry about himself in the slightest.

That doesn't matter.

……

The vicious and violent sea water did not take Ling Shang's life.

When he regained consciousness, he was on a strange island.

It was an isolated, cold island.

Every inch of land seems to be sealed by ice and snow.

It was an old man with a crane hair and a childish face who rescued Ling Shang.

The old man told Ling Shang that this land of ice and snow was the Izumo country, the head of the world's Buddhist sects.

Passing through the ice city, in that inaccessible and cold place, is Jichan Temple.

Ling Shang did not believe in gods and Buddhas, so naturally he had no interest in admiring the Buddha's light.

It's just that Ling Shang couldn't see through the old man.

He didn't exude the slightest martial artist's momentum, he just looked like a contented old man.

However, between his gestures, Ling Shang vaguely sensed a force that was enough to affect the heavens and the earth.

In the days when Ling Shang was recuperating from his injuries, he often listened to the old man's chatter.

He seems to know a lot about everything.

Court secrets, anecdotes of rivers and lakes, recipes of exercises, medical poison and pharmacology......

Ling Shang didn't talk much, and he didn't feel annoyed when he listened to the old man's idle talk.

He was also curious about the identity of the old man.

What kind of past does an old man who can live so calmly in such a harsh state as Izumo have in this country?

But Ling Shang understood that everyone had a past that they didn't want to mention, so he didn't bother.

One night, the old man suddenly talked about Wuyi.

He was curious about how Ling Shang had survived for so long.

Only Ling Shang himself knew what kind of pain it was to live.

The old man listened to Ling Shang talk about his experience in Western Xia when he was a child, and pondered for a long time, and his eyes became strange when he looked at him.

Early the next morning, he took Ling Shang to sneak into Bipo Mountain, where Jichan Temple was located.

There is a hall in the shade of Mt. Bipo, and it is said that only monks who have attained enlightenment can enter it.

The Baxun Hall is like a heavenly palace, and there are magnificent murals of three thousand worlds on all sides.

Even Ling Shang, who had seen the beauty of the Central Plains court, also felt a sense of dazzle.

At the end of the Eight Hunt Palace, within a cave sky illuminated by the light of the golden Buddha, Ling Shang saw a black lotus that exuded an aura of silence.

The old man burned out his qi and blood before taking out the ink lotus from the altar.

Ling Shang's heart was ripped open, and blood dripped onto the flower bones of the ink lotus.

The size of a baby's fist, the ink lotus that had withered for hundreds of years slowly bloomed.

Then he integrated into Ling Shang's body in an incredible way, and also wrapped his heart.

It wasn't until much later that Ling Shang discovered that there was a ghostly ink lotus on his back.

Since then, every time Wu Yi wakes up, Ling Shang does not have to endure the long, extreme pain that makes people go crazy.

But at the same time, he also had to endure the curse of the ink lotus that made all evil things die.

……

……

Ling Shang didn't know how long he had been walking in the blood mist.

At some point, he began to hear something faintly whispering.

Listen intently, it's the man's voice.

Only then did Ling Shang remember that when his consciousness dissipated, that guy had held his hand and grabbed the dagger and stabbed him in the heart. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The World Poison Doctor: The Night Emperor, Please Respect Yourself", pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~