The stone needle in the center of the dial is illuminated by the wall lamp, and the faint light and shadow are just projected on a groove without any lines and words, and the above the groove has the ability to fluctuate, like the source of everything, and like the end of everything. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At Yuan Su's signal, Zhen walked towards the groove.

Bodhizi really wanted to see a bit of heroic righteousness on its face, but unfortunately, ghosts are different from humans after all, especially after dying once, and after many years of ghosts, humanity has been increasingly worn out and lost.

For example, the rocks of the mountains are weathered after the baptism of rain, snow and thunderstorms, and the fine sand is falling down, and the gravel is constantly falling.

Like ice entering spring water, it gradually becomes mellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally merges with it.

Zhen's face was only natural.

Dressed in purple, it pierced into the groove of the dial like a bright nail, as if it was destined by God that it should have appeared here.

Yuan Su closed the wall lamp, and the stone room without a light source turned into a starless and moonless midnight, reminiscent of the kind of darkness that he had feared when he was a child.

Yuan Su made a thousand-layer lotus knot mudra, the mudra rose into the air, acting as a new light source, it is like a new sun in the universe, revolving around the stone needle of the sundial, echoing the laws of heaven and earth.

After all, Bodhi Zi knows the goods, and it can be seen that this is the famous "Great Compassion Seal" of the Yuan family, the more merciful the heart of the person who uses it, the greater the power it will release, and it is more than enough to sweep the ten thousand ghost caves.

But if it weren't for the "Great Mercy Seal", how could such an ancient holy object as the Yuandial be willing to use it?

A blooming flower in the dark night can no longer be described by the word beautiful, and it is sacred.

It is the messenger of light, the key to activate energy, the hand that knocks at the door of fate.

As the mudra rotated faster and faster around the stone needle, a blood-red light and shadow appeared under the stone needle, and the blood-red color foreshadowed ominousness, symbolizing punishment and bloody light, and the wrath of heaven and the unforgiveness.

Zhen didn't know what this strange red color represented, but it suddenly had a feeling that it didn't seem to be in a safe stone room, but in front of an abyss, and under the abyss was the resentful and unwilling curse of the living people whose soul it hooked, and the butcher's knife that made it die hang under the sky, Zhen couldn't help but tremble, and even instantly forgot the purpose of his trip, and had the idea of escaping from the sky.

Yuan Su frowned slightly, this is not a situation he is happy to see, although Zhen has something hateful, but with its courage, he also wants to earn a two-way game for it, even if it can't be both, it is not such a sinister method.

The sound is clear, solemn and sacred, cleansing people's hearts and calming the wrath of the gods.

This is the mantra of impermanence, which is said to be a mantra for dealing with the gods, which sounds more obscure than ordinary Sanskrit, as if every syllable has been transformed by some kind of fate, with no undulating tones, not even a place to break sentences, and it is endless, and there is no level.

The blood-red light and shadow seemed to struggle for a while, and finally reluctantly turned orange-yellow.

This orange-yellow light and shadow rotated counterclockwise on the dial, circle after circle, and finally settled in one place.

Zhen sensed something, and threw a grateful look at Yuan Su, pure and sincere.

It's not the best solution, but it's the best way to find it.

Immediately, its body blurred into the air, gradually turning into a point of light, burrowing into the depths of the edge sundial.

In this life, there is no more ghost named Zhen.

The light of the lotus mudra and the orange light and shadow became more and more intense, Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing felt a whirling dizziness at the same time, and the time and space under their feet began to distort, they were here, they were not here, they were not here, they were not at this time.

Countless fragments of memories belonging to Zhen came to them.

The memory part of being born is warm and vivid, but because of that flower-like life, it was killed early, and the number of fragments is few.

After that, there are large sections of memories of dead ghosts, it stands to reason that many ghosts have no memory, perhaps because the ghosts have entities, and often walk in the yang world, although these memories of Zhen are vague, but they are still recognizable, but they are covered with a layer of gray tones, and there are bloody and distorted pictures from time to time.

It wasn't until there was a handsome man named Yuan Sheng that the memory fragments gradually became clear and transparent, Zhen's entanglement and wandering, Yuan Sheng's enthusiasm and firmness as always, if it was placed in the world, it must be a love story that people talked about.

However, the yin and yang are separated, and the last fragment comes to an abrupt end at the gloomy wounds of both sides, like a piece of music that is stopped when it reaches the most exquisite place, making the listener feel a sense of unhappiness like a fish in the throat, but he understands that it can only be so.

When Yang Muqing returned to the clarity of the spiritual platform, he found that he had burst into tears, and Bodhizi's eyes were slightly wet, not that the two of them were so sentimental, but when those fragments were forced into the brain, the emotional impact was too real.

In addition to this, both of them also saw another blurred picture, not about Zhen, but their own fate.

The picture that Yang Muqing saw was: a carriage was gone, and there was a young woman with a sad face sitting in the carriage, delicate and bright, a little like Murong Cao, and a young man stood on the side of the road with an indifferent face, although it was another face, he could clearly perceive that this was himself, and he also knew that he was dragging a letter of resignation in his hand, with no intention of chasing, and no thought of leaving, until the sky suddenly changed and the rain poured, he turned away, and the book of resignation was torn into countless small pieces and fell into the muddy puddles on the road.

The picture that Bodhizi saw was: the flower candle in the cave room, Luan Feng and Ming, who had become a woman, wearing a red hijab, wearing a new wedding dress, sitting on the edge of the bed nervously, thinking about how the future husband would dislike himself as a wild girl rampant in the countryside...... The hijab was provoked, and the gentle voice was not half displeased, "From now on, we will be husband and wife", Bodhi Zi felt a little happy to hear this, but why did he feel that this husband's face was a bit like that dead and decrepit man of Yuan Su......

"Fake is true, true is false, no matter what you see, you don't have to take it too seriously."

Yuan Su's voice was not loud, but it was like a wake-up call, pulling the two back from their obsession completely.

Bodhizi calmly looked at Yuan Su's handsome face, and wondered if this person had already known that they had entanglements in their previous lives, but he didn't see any special feelings from that calm face, but instead saw that his mana loss was a bit serious.

"Are you alright? His face was worse than that of a sick man. ”

Yuan Su didn't bother to look back at him, and lightly threw a sentence of "It's okay", he was concentrating on Zhen's whereabouts.

After about a cup of tea, a pale but genuine smile appeared on his face, and his fingers were withdrawn from his sleeve.

"I have something to do, you wait a minute."

With that, he was gone.

Bodhi's heart is like a mirror, dare to love this guy to use the teleportation spell as a bus card, don't you know how to consume mana?

However, while he is away, it is better to let yourself touch the edge dial and have a good time.

Bodhi ran to the edge dial with drool......

Then he rolled back with a frustrated face......

The edge dial is actually in the protection of a powerful formation, and if you get a little closer, you will have a burning and cold pain, and the reason why Zhen can go up is because Yuan Su is protecting it.

Not long after, Yuan Su came back with a newborn little white cat in his hand.

Yang Muqing's master and apprentice glanced at each other, and they didn't need to confirm anything, but they also knew who this little white cat was.

Out of the shrine, a man he had seen in Zhen's memory was waiting in front of the door.

His expression at this time was calm and peaceful, and it could even be said that he was happy, not at all like an infatuated man who had experienced emotional wounds and unattainable pain.

Bodhizi sighed lightly, a little helplessly angry, he could see that Yuan Sheng's memory was washed away by the Yuan Sundial.

"Big brother, I heard that Aunt Yan said that you are back, so I rushed over, don't punish me for guarding the ancestral hall, I will cultivate well."

After Yuan Sheng came to his senses in the ancestral hall, he thought about why he stayed in the ancestral hall, and then came to such a conclusion.

"Yes."

Yuan Su handed him the little milk cat in his arms.

"A gift for you."

The little milk cat hadn't opened its eyes yet, and Yuan Sheng was a little hurried to pick it up, but for some reason, he was very happy when he saw it.

"Thank you, big brother, I'll take good care of it."

Yuan Sheng happily left with the little milk cat in his arms, and he had to hurry up to find the old flower cat who had just given birth to a cub at home.