The sky is dark, the cold moon hangs high, and there are a few stars. They seem to look down on the ethereal world from the highest vantage point, cruel or gentle, but in their eyes it is just a joke of amusement.

All the joys, sorrows, and sorrows are nothing but the humble struggles of the ants in the palm of their hands.

There are occasionally a few cuckoos singing in the evening, tactful and desolate. Jun Qianye, who was in a coma, lay quietly in the jungle, and the decision of entering and destroying life taught by the fifth grandfather worked on its own, emitting a faint white light in the darkness.

The light was very faint, but it was very conspicuous in the dark wilderness, wrapped Jun Qianye's body, scattered in the soil, like a lighthouse, attracting all the wild beasts within a radius of dozens of miles.

Countless beasts surrounded Jun Qianye in a coma, but none of them immediately stepped forward, peeping in the dark, and let out a low roar from their mouths, as if warning other beasts, and as if they were enduring something.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Suddenly, there were a few soft sounds in the night, it was the sound of Jun Qianye's heart beating, mixed with the low roar of the beast, piercing the cuckoo's wail, strong and powerful, causing ripples in the air.

The sound became more and more frequent, long and long, and if you looked closely, the clothes on Jun Qianye's chest actually followed the beating of her heart, and at the beginning it rose up and down, and the light of the extinction rose again, and the ripples expanded, quickly soaring away.

The beasts around them began to become restless, and the tremors from the soul forced many weak beasts to begin to retreat one after another, only a few slightly stronger beasts were still in the dark, reluctant to leave. However, he was also frightened by the sound of his heart beating, and retreated a lot.

Jun Qianye only felt that even his soul had floated out of his body, without a trace of weight, floating in the air, in a dark world, the inexplicable substance was like a tide, black and pressing, constantly squeezing him.

There was not a single light around, and he was like a wandering spirit, floating around in the sky.

"I can't imagine that the consequences of overuse into the life and death will be like this, like a living dead, the whole body is out of strength, like a thousand boulders pressed on the body and cannot move, although this exercise is strong, it can be called the extreme of heaven and earth, but it is also extremely harsh, if it is not used properly, the final result may be a dilemma of life and death. ”

He sighed, "I can't use it easily in the future." In his mind, Su Luoxue's face like nine days of fresh snow kept flashing. He couldn't help but comfort himself: "Fortunately, I am also trying to save the beautiful things in heaven and earth." ”

I don't know how long it went, but the tide-like darkness began to gradually recede. A bustling street suddenly appeared in front of Jun Qianye.

The people on the street are dressed in ancient costumes, regardless of the age, crowded with people, busy with traffic, and life is boiling. There are those who sell tea, there are fortune tellers, shouting, talking and laughing, one after another.

Jun Qianye tried to talk to him, but no one took care of him, or no one could see him at all.

He doesn't belong to this world, he doesn't belong to this plane, he's just a passerby.

At the end of the street came an old man galloping on horseback, described as withered, his hair scattered, he did not say a word, his shirt was crimson, and there were large patches of blood spilled on his chest.

Everyone around them stopped, pointing at the old man.

The old man rode a horse and galloped for several miles, when he suddenly heard a woman selling heartless vegetables, and the old man immediately asked, "If the vegetables have no heart to live, what if people have no heart?"

The woman replied, "If anyone has no heart, he will die."

The old man shouted, and darkness ensued, like a huge ink tray, which fell violently, and in a trance, it filled the whole world and drowned the crowd.

A moment before darkness came, the old man suddenly looked in the direction where Jun Qianye was, Jun Qianye saw his eyes, they stared at each other, and the two different time and space intersected again.

The old man smiled, he had seen the deepest darkness, experienced the most complete despair, and still had great courage, before the catastrophe came, he turned his head, smiled at Jun Qianye, and smiled with all his might.

Looking at that smile, Jun Qianye felt a sharp pain in his chest, and something inexplicable in the darkness was tearing at his body, wantonly tearing at his flesh and blood. He wanted to scream and yell, but he couldn't make a sound.

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall;"

"All things are still changing, and the spirit is calm;"

The Sanskrit sound in the void was sung, echoing around the heavens, and a pitch-black wooden stick suddenly stretched out, piercing the darkness and stirring yin and yang.

The wooden stick slammed at Jun Qianye in pain, and Jun Qianye screamed "Ah!", startled from his coma, sweat soaked his clothes,

Looking up at the sky, the crescent moon is like a disk. Where is the world just now, but suddenly a dream.

Looking around, many beast corpses were scattered and piled up, and the blood of the beasts was left on the ground. Shen Tuzi was sitting on a stone wiping his butcher's knife.

The grandfather stood quietly not far away on crutches, staring into the distance with cloudy eyes. The sloppy old man stood aside with a big grin, his left hand reached into the collar and kept rubbing the mud, and his right finger hooked the wine gourd, looking at Jun Qianye with a smile.

Wang Wuye closed the thick book in his hand, blew his beard and glared angrily, and reprimanded Jun Qianye: "If you can't work at home, what can you do, I will suffer with you." ”

The bald monk is Jun Qianye's third grandfather, surnamed Jin, I saw him clasp his hands together and reveal a smile on his face: "Laugh at my Buddha, you didn't come back all night, your mother-in-law has taken care of us!" Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wang Wuye on the side, and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Wuye jumped to his feet: "You dead rabbit, you can laugh again!"

Jin Sanye counterattacked: "Dead rabbit, who are you scolding!"

Wang Wuye picked up the book in his hand and was about to beat the monk, but Mother-in-law Murong scolded: "You two are arguing here, don't you have to fight when the old lady dies!"

The two of them were submissive and quickly shut up.

Jun Qianye only noticed at this time that the fifth grandfather's right eye was somehow blue, and he muttered, "What's the matter at this time?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "Why are you all here." ”