The old man sitting cross-legged in the stone Buddha meditation room has long been petrified.

Xuyun failed in his final attempt to comprehend the "Dao Fruit of Life and Death", and his entire body turned into a stone carving...... This lifeless appearance is no stranger to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi was like those "corpses" in the imperial tomb a long time ago.

The Bright Light was no longer able to illuminate any images.

The ancestor of Lingshan...... Drifting away with the wind, the lonely and dilapidated stone statue was scattered at this moment, turning into a fluttering powder, floating out of the stone Buddha's quiet room, and drifting into the distant sky.

Lingshan under the cover of night, under the light of light, is like day.

The "powder" turned into the body of the void cloud swept high into the sky, like a meteor shower, streaked across the dome.

Incarnate yourself as the light.

Shine on a piece of the earth, cage all living beings in all directions.

Ning Yi hugged the girl, walked out of the quiet room, and the fine snow and the red candle gathered on their own, turning into two small thin swords that fluttered beside the two of them.

Outside the quiet room, there were many figures walking.

Song Jinglian supported the cinnabar girl, the two of them walked very slowly, limping, but Jin Yi covered his chest, using the burning stick as a crutch, and walked even slower, and the other Lingshan believers, holding swords in their hands, had blood on their faces, and their clothes were bright red...... All walked behind them.

Mr. Ning...... Thanks to you this time. ”

Jin Yi has already used honorifics.

He was attacked by Mu Heng before, and the injuries he suffered, although they were not fatal, but they were already extremely damaged muscles and bones, even if he could recover in the future, his cultivation realm would drop a lot, and it was not easy to be able to insist on walking by himself and coming down the mountain to come here.

experienced Mu Heng's betrayal.

The "finale" of quitting dust.

The belief in the heart of this great sect master of the Vinaya sect was almost about to collapse, and all the tragedies that occurred from the beginning of the bathing Buddha puja were all warning him that the greatest disaster in the spiritual mountain was not outside the mountain, but inside the mountain.

Jin Yi's eyes were gloomy, and the "blow" on his body was actually not the heaviest, and it might take him a long time to get to this **...... in order to ease up and get out of the psychological shadow.

Mu Heng...... He has been fighting for many years as a "rival", in fact, he has long regarded the other party as a "friend" in his heart, and when he was about to laugh at the top of Futu Mountain, he knew that for so many years, he had been played by Mu Heng in the palm of his hand, and in the other party's heart, he was just a chess piece at best.

The "Tao" that he believed in before was making wedding dresses for the shoe cultists.

And it is no one else who really saves Lingshan.

It is the "stranger" Ning Yi.

He insisted on coming here and gave Ning Yi a salute, and after the salute, he turned around and left gloomily, someone wanted to support this great sect master.

"No need ......"

Jin Yi's voice was a little gloomy and rejected the kindness of the disciples of the Vinaya Sect.

"Let me be an old fellow...... A ...... alone Be quiet. ”

He moved slowly and limped away.

......

......

Ning Yi felt a lot of fiery gazes.

The meaning contained in those gazes was actually not unfamiliar to Ning Yi, he had seen it a long time ago, when the Xiling Pope was traveling, those linen-robed Taoists cast their eyes on Chen Yi...... That's the kind of fanaticism.

The edifice will fall.

To make herculean efforts to save a critical situation.

He saved Lingshan.

"When I woke up, the turmoil outside the grotto had been quelled. Most of those 'shoe cultists' were scattered by that light...... Some were caught and taken to the prison of Lingshan. It won't be long before the truth of this 'incident', as well as the foreshadowing and details buried by the quit dust, will be tortured. A smile appeared on Song Jinglian's pale face, and he looked back

Looking at the fanatical ascetics, he said helplessly: "They came spontaneously...... I would like to say thank you to you. ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

Only now did he understand why Master Shao Yun took a fancy to him.

Why keep the "Bright Jian" to yourself.

Why not fine easy.

Because...... Jin Yi is not a person, Jin Yi is a group of people, up and down Lingshan, discriminating against outsiders, rejecting the Great Sui, and being hostile to heresy, such an atmosphere has long been formed.

The fine is easy for one person and is meaningless.

Only by letting Lingshan experience enough "pain" can the sentient beings of Lingshan learn to "introspect".

And remember.

When Ning Yi was in a trance, someone bowed slightly and bowed, followed by the sound of the robe swaying, these fanatical believers did not perform the "kowtow" ceremony, they practiced the ancient etiquette of the Great Sui.

Thanksgiving.

Thank.

Ning Yi smiled, bowed his head, and accepted the gift.

......

......

Half a day later.

A good house on Lingshan.

Pei Yatou is still sleeping peacefully.

The bamboo window opened a gap, the breeze blew the curtains on the top of the bed, and in the main hall of the room, the two sat in front of the tea table, next to which two stoves were erected, and the smoke rose.

Ning Yi brewed a pot of medicine and a pot of tea.

The Song Yi people settled cinnabar in another house and came here.

"Brother Ning......"

He stopped talking and said, "In the quiet room, you saw the 'Master'?"

Ning Yi poured a cup of tea for him and said softly, "Master Xuyun...... I failed on the bottleneck of contemplating the 'Dao Fruit of Life and Death', and turned into a stone Buddha in the flesh, but in fact, it was not me who saved Lingshan in the end, but him. ”

Song Jinglian was in a trance for a while.

He never thought that when he was a child, the ancestor who was as high as the sky in his eyes, and the ancestor who was believed by Lingshan as a bright future, would really have a ...... And so it turned into light.

"Mr. Shao Yun left me a 'Bright Jian', which is the key to the quiet room. Ning Yi lowered his eyes, his palm pressed lightly, pressed the dim ancient mirror on the table, and muttered: "Speaking of which, you may not believe it, coming to Lingshan is a 'cause and effect line' that I can't escape...... I want to bury him in the tombstones of the two masters, Shao Yun and Xuyun, born in the light and buried in the light. ”

The voice fell.

The ancient mirror burst out with a faint light, as if it was struggling.

At the same time, Song Jinglian also shook her head bluntly.

"No...... Ning Yi. ”

He looked at his best friend and said seriously, "Since the two masters handed it over to you...... Then it turns out that you are the best place to be. 'Guangmingjian' was born in the light, and he should symbolize the inheritance of hope, since the quiet room has been opened, then there is no more meaning for him to stay in the hands of Lingshan. ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

"Besides, there is no one in Lingshan who is more qualified to hold it than you. ”

Song Yiren said helplessly: "The lark has woken up...... He locked himself up in Keqing Mountain, saying that he had no face to see Mr. Ning. This catastrophe actually has nothing to do with him, and Quchen took advantage of his 'kindness'. ”

"I've already used the 'Summons Order' to send a message to my father. ”

"The matter of the ancient Sanskrit curse is settled, and all the grievances are settled. Song Jinglian gently rubbed the teacup with his fingers, but he was not in a hurry to drink, he said softly: "Regarding this 'upheaval' in Lingshan, my father is shocked and very concerned...... If there is no accident, in a few days, he will return to Lingshan and return to the position of the Great Guest Secretary. ”

The "Great Fire" of Obon

, is a fire of nirvana.

Burned the old, the old, the dark, the wicked.

It brought pain to Lingshan, but also brought new life.

Ning Yi realized at this time that the prophecy left by Xuyun was not wrong.

"The one who twists the fire inherits the position of the Buddha. ”

- Refers to the lark.

"The Twister of Fire will lead the Spirit Mountain to the light. ”

- Mr. Song Que is also a man who twists fire, after this catastrophe, Lingshan let go of the view of the portal, and he is also willing to bend down and let go of the past grievances.

"And I will go out at that moment to witness the rise of the light of the spiritual mountain. ”

The moment the stone Buddha ashram opened...... The void clouds turned into light, and he witnessed the "Obon Festival" in Lingshan and his own prophecy.

All in the word.

"It's just that this 'mutation', as well as the 'Shoe Cultist', will be a little troublesome to deal with. Song Jinglian narrowed her eyes and muttered: "The existence of 'quitting dust', it is inconvenient to inform Lingshan, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better, and we also need to maintain the image of the Buddha." ”

He looked at Ning Yi and said in a deep voice: "All this today is Mu Heng's plan, we faced the enemy on the top of the mountain, and we encountered a sneak attack, and you turned the tide......

erased the "quit dust" such a mad murderer.

A unified voice is needed to reduce subsequent turmoil.

Ning Yi nodded and said, "Okay, I remember, I'll tell her when the girl wakes up." ”

Song Jinglian nodded.

Speaking of girls...... His expression fell silent again.

"Miss Pei's Wounded ......"

Song Yiren gritted his teeth and said, "Does the ancestor have a way?"

Ning Yi just smiled.

He didn't give Song Jinglian a clear answer.

"When the girl wakes up, we will leave Lingshan. Ning Yi put one hand on the table, he leaned against the window of the main hall, the wind rustled, the long leaves were like a shuttle, the scenery here was very good, the eyes were green grass like the sea, the young man squinted his eyes, and smiled softly: "I will leave soon, you don't have to send me." ”

Song Jinglian was stunned.

"This is leaving?" he was a little helpless, and said, "Brother, I just came to Lingshan with my front foot, and you are about to leave with your back foot?"

Ning Yi hummed softly in his nose.

"Time is running out. ”

Song Jinglian fell silent all of a sudden, he already vaguely knew the "answer" that Ning Yi gave him......

The man's face was suddenly ugly.

It's worse than eating.

He remembered that it was he who was playing a package ticket at the beginning, saying that the ancestor would definitely be able to help Pei Yatou cure the disease of the soul......

As a result, even the master has no choice?

He thought of cinnabar pointing at his nose several times, and he couldn't tell that ugly face, so he shook his head violently, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to squeeze out a bright smile, then took a deep breath, took off his hat and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Yi didn't think about it, and said: "Go to the grassland, go to the mountains, go to the Beihai, go to any place I wanted to go to when I was in Xiling with her, but I didn't have the opportunity to go......"

Song Jinglian's eyes lit up.

Ning Yi tapped his fingers on the table, and asked with a smile: "After the girl and I return to Shushan, we will hold a grand wedding and have a show?"

Song Jinglian slapped on the hat, stood up, raised her other hand, and put on a "high-five" posture that she thought was very high-spirited and chic, and said seriously: "That's okay! I will take the younger brothers of Lingshan to Shushan to attend your wedding with Miss Pei...... Don't keep me waiting!"

Ning Yi reluctantly high-fived him.

But a good word was said with a smile.