In the depths of the deep dense forest, a strange Zen courtyard appeared in front of Ming Er and Li Qingge, and the light rain that fell from the sky seemed to be silently telling something, but the sky above the broken Zen courtyard was faintly flashing with a trace of golden heavenly power.

Approaching the Zen Temple, the second name finally saw clearly the plaque at the entrance of the Zen Temple, the big words: "Sadness Rain Mountain Temple." ”

Suddenly, the light rain falling in the sky seemed to contain infinite sorrow, accompanied by the boundless sound of the bell to arouse the sadness in the heart of the second person, the moment when the Ming Sword Sect was destroyed by the Canglan City, the heartache quietly surfaced, but the bell rang again at this moment.

The power contained in the "Boom ......" bell stirred up the sword intent released from the second skill body, and under the impact of each other, the drizzle falling from the sky was also blown away in front of him, and slowly fell down along the forehead.

And the sword intent on Li Qingge's body was agitated, even the drizzle falling in the sky failed to stain her clothes, and while the sword intent was turbulent, along with the second name, they were all in Li Qingge's sword intent.

The drizzle in the corner of the sky seemed to tell a sad story, Ming Er and Li Qingge glanced at each other, and in the face of Ming Er's doubts, Li Qingge nodded affirmatively, as if to say: "I'm sure that the last place where Sister Yin disappeared was here." ”

The golden heavenly power that flashed brightly shrouded the sky above the Beiyu Mountain Temple, and the second name didn't know what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den he was about to face, and while his heart was firm, he pushed open the gate of this dilapidated Zen temple.

"Squeak" A tooth-sore scream came from above the door, and Ming Er and Li Qingge endured the harsh sound and stepped into the Sorrowful Rain Mountain Temple, only to hear a gentle voice from the main hall of the temple: "In a remote small temple, there are still distinguished guests to welcome the door, which is really a surprise to the old man." ”

"The monk's heart, I'm afraid it's not too impetuous? It's just a surprise for someone to visit, what if the people who come to visit don't have good intentions?" Minger slowly stepped into the temple, the killing scarlet in his eyes completely spread, and the light rain falling in the sky added a touch of sadness at this moment.

The moment the atmosphere of killing rippled, the broken door of the main hall slowly opened, still accompanied by that piercing sound, an old figure appeared in front of Ming Er's eyes, and at the same time, when the door opened, a breeze mixed with boundless transportation suppressed the scarlet killing in Ming Er's eyes.

Under the stirring of this breeze, the second person saw that on the left side of the Zen courtyard, a tattered bell was ringing again: "Bang ......"

Feeling it up close, Ming Er's mind was almost crushed by this bell, and his mind was "buzzing", but soon the release of his own sword intent made Ming Er suppress the restlessness in his mind, but he also understood in the bell just now that the entire Sad Rain Mountain Temple was shrouded by the power of the Heavenly Dao, and the old figure in front of him was even more unpredictable.

The figure of the old monk gradually appeared clearly in front of the second name, sitting on the futon in the center of the main hall, with a kind expression, as if with pity for the world, he said unhurriedly to the second famous man's voice: "Good intentions and malice, for the old monk, are a kind of liberation from the sea of suffering, in this space, it has not been discovered for a long time, the two can find here, it is the guidance of heaven, and it is also the opportunity of the old monk." ”

"Huh?" Ming Er released his sword intent, but he never broke through the space shrouded by the Heavenly Dao Power in the Zen Academy, and the solemnity on his face deepened and sank: "What do you call the old monk?"

"People in the world have nothing, often do juvenile tours, look at the clouds, mountains and moons, wind and rain all the way to Zen. The old monk chanted gently, as if reminiscing about the infinite past: "The name has no meaning, the old man asks the two, what can be remembered by the world?"

"To be remembered by the world, there are many, what kind of method does the old monk know?" Ming Er said lightly, constantly using his own sword intent to test this heaven and earth, but after all, he was suppressed by the Dao power of the Netherworld and had no return.

The killing mercy that he had just obtained from the night general's demonic thoughts, and the killing glow in his scarlet eyes was suppressed by this bell, Ming Er only felt that his heart was unprecedentedly clear, and when he heard the old monk's question, he opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

The old monk still didn't care at all, and said directly: "Lao Gao didn't mean all kinds of fame, except for the name, what can be remembered by the world?"

With infinite emotion in his tone, the old monk continued to tell the story: "For example, three thousand years ago, the deeds of Ling Hua Qianxue were able to be passed down by the world, and the reason for such a legend was to fight against the time calamity, but why? The birth of Ling Hua Qianxue is only the circulation of the will of the Heavenly Dao, this is the way of existence of the Tian Yuan World, and there is nothing else worthy of praise, except that Ling Hua Qianxue's name has been rumored to this day, what else is there?"

Ming Er didn't quite understand what the old monk wanted to know, so he tried to answer: "The reason why Linghua Qianxue can be passed on is precisely because she inherited the destiny of tactical demons, and she can be the first in the world, and this kind of will and achievement is worthy of being remembered by the world." ”

"Do you mean that as long as you have achievements and superhuman will, you will be remembered by the world?" The old monk's question was still very simple, and the second person immediately replied: "Of course, this kind of courage to be willing to be Tianyuan is not something that everyone can bear, it belongs to the destiny of killing, and it is not something that anyone can bear. ”

Inheriting the Mandate of Heaven to Punish Demons, it is bound to bear the karma of killing, and after Ming Er got the killing intent of the Killing God General, he felt this heavy charm, so in the face of Ling Hua Qianxue's courage back then, he admired it even more.

However, the old monk spoke: "No, this is not a reason to be remembered, nor is it worthy of praise, and the praise and commemoration of the world are meaningless, what the old monk wants to know is, what kind of existence can be remembered by time?"

"Time?" Ming Er's heart gradually gave birth to a solemn feeling, the breath of the old monk in front of him became more and more ethereal, and the power of the Heavenly Dao in the entire tea garden was also more mysterious, I don't know the identity and true purpose of this old monk, Ming Er was more cautious about the next answer: "In the long river of time, all lives are equal, there is nothing worth remembering in time, and nothing can make time worth staying for." ”

"Ah......" The old monk sighed, and the atmosphere in the entire hall changed again: "Time is the most ruthless, do you want to explain this truth?"

"That's right. Although Ming Er didn't know what medicine was sold in the old monk's gourd at the moment, he could only answer stubbornly, time is inherently ruthless, and no life can be immortal in the long river of time.

"So, why should time be merciful to the Demon God?" The cold words made the momentum on the old monk's body even more fierce, and after Ming Er heard this answer, he was suddenly shocked, and immediately thought that the Demon God has endless years, if the life force represents the preference of time, then for the Demon God, time is indeed a lot more merciful.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the entire space was extremely solemn, and his own sword intent and killing intent were also suppressed by the power of the Heavenly Dao, and the second name was facing an unprecedented crisis.