Chapter 194: Resurrection
The pillar of light completely dissipated, Ye Ziyu's originally awake consciousness also dissipated, and an unprecedented sense of exhaustion swept through his body, he closed his eyes heavily, and his body collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
The white mangs dispersed, and Li Yuanxi's consciousness had already fallen into the endless dark space, but for some reason, a hole was suddenly torn open in the boundless darkness.
What followed was the blazing white light, which was warmer than the sun in early spring, and shone on Li Yuanxi's body.
The endless cold was instantly dispelled by this warm white mang, and Li Yuanxi only felt that his whole body was comfortable, and the illusory and ethereal spirit body began to gradually solidify.
I don't know how long it has been in Baimang, maybe a quarter of an hour, or a year, or maybe ten thousand years, Li Yuanxi's consciousness has long blurred the concept of time.
This wonderful state was broken with an inexplicable crunch, and the "click" was as crisp and pleasant as the sound of a chick breaking out of its shell.
Li Yuanxi opened his closed eyes a little dazedly, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, and it was not until a quarter of an hour that he gradually came back to his senses.
Liu Xiangbei, who was in the distance, waved at him excitedly and shouted, "Mr. Li! Mr. Li, you're still alive!"
Liu shouted to the north and ran in the direction of Li Yuanxi, with the unconscious Wang Dingzhou on his back.
Li Yuanxi still had a look of disbelief on his face at this time, his consciousness was floating in the dark space for an unknown amount of time, and the passage of time seemed to have stagnated.
Suddenly, a feeling of weakness surged into Li Yuanxi's heart.
When he looked down, he saw a rickety shadow reflected at his feet, a few strands of white hair scattered on his forehead, Li Yuanxi raised his palm flat, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the shriveled palm.
It turned out that everything that happened just now was true, and he really burned Haoran righteousness and gentleman's luck, as evidenced by the changes in his body.
Li Yuanxi suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly groped around his body for a while, and finally found the jade pendant in his arms.
But when he looked at the jade pendant at the moon for a long time, but he didn't find what he wanted to see, Li Yuanxi's expression couldn't help but sink.
"Did you run away?"
The look in Li Yuanxi's eyes changed, and he finally decided to recover his body first before making plans.
He first waved his hand at Liu Xiangbei, who was running towards him, and motioned for him not to come near him yet.
Then Li Yuanxi sat cross-legged on the ruins, and just a moment later, wisps of white qi gathered into his body.
At first, the speed of the white qi gathering was very slow, but as Li Yuanxi's old appearance gradually recovered, the white qi swept towards Li Yuanxi on the ground like an overwhelming sky.
Soon, Li Yuanxi's body returned to its original state, but the white clothes on his body were slightly damaged, and he felt the power in his body, and he had an illusion like a world away.
In Qingzhu Academy, one of the three major academies of the Han Dynasty, a large teleportation array has been arranged under the academy pulpit.
The middle-aged man in white who used to play chess in the bamboo forest, that is, Jiang Wenduo, the mountain owner of the Confucian Qingzhu Academy, is also Li Yuanxi's teacher.
Jiang Wenduo's face was gloomy as water, and the students and gentlemen below who were perfecting the details of the big array were all trembling.
Mr. Yamago is usually the most kind, but even when he sees the worst students, he will smile and encourage him, but now this appearance is really a little unapproachable.
Standing beside Jiang Wenduo was a middle-aged man who was playing against him in the bamboo forest, and his identity was not simpler than Jiang Wenduo at all.
This person is a heavenly master of Taoism, the Taoist name is Qingcang, and he visited the Han Dynasty on the order of the head of the sect.
He and Jiang Wenduo have been close friends for many years, so after finishing his business, he came to the academy to talk to his old friends and play chess.
Qingcang Taoist is dressed as a Confucian scholar, if it weren't for his dusty temperament, I'm afraid no one would have thought that he was actually a Taoist celestial master.
At this time, Jiang Wenduo's heart seemed to be burning with a raging fire
In general, this fire burned his heart impetuously.
If there was no kung fu in self-cultivation on weekdays, I was afraid that Jiang Wenduo would have already gone away at this time.
Li Yuanxi is not only his proud disciple of Jiang Wenduo, but also the younger generation who has high hopes from the Confucian Confucian Temple.
It was originally just a simple survey task, how could such an earth-shattering event happen?
Jiang Wenduo read the letter in his hand hundreds of times, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't find the slightest clue.
It's just that some small people are pretending to be the righteousness of the human race and the reputation of Confucianism to stir up trouble in a small country.
Such trivial things can't even set off a storm in the Han Dynasty, and the power of Confucianism is too huge, and its prestige shocks the human world.
But it is precisely because of this that the tree is very popular, and every day I don't know how many people are doing evil outside under the name of Confucianism.
But if you really check and manage one by one, then the entire Confucian system from the Temple of Literature to the academy will be paralyzed.
In the extreme north of the human world, a small country, at most a few foundation building monks are there to claim the kingship and hegemony.
Even if Li Yuanxi has just broken through Yuanying, he has the jade pendant he gave him, coupled with the fierce and domineering spirit of Haoran's righteousness, even if he is an ordinary Yuanying peak, he can't help it.
But the extinguished soul lamp in front of him was an indisputable fact, and the more Jiang Wenduo thought about it, the more gloomy his face became.
He thought of Master Dong's trip not long ago, and it was said that in a small country, there was a shocking battle with one of the demon god incarnations of the demon clan.
"Isn't it ......"
Jiang Wenduo's fists couldn't help clenching, and since that day, after the sudden blood rain in the human world, those beasts of the demon clan also began to be restless.
The Great Wall fortress guarded by Huben was frequent, and Jiang Wenduo even had a hunch that it would not be long before a big war between the two clans would come.
When the time comes, it will really be a river of blood and a river of life.
While he was concentrating on the deduction, a light cough suddenly came from behind.
Jiang Wenduo turned his head to look at it violently, but heard Qingcang Daoist pointing in the direction of the secret room with some surprise: "Wenduo, your precious student's soul lamp seems to be lit up again!"
Jiang Wenduo was stunned at first, and the expression on his face changed, but it was not ecstasy but anger.
He pointed at the Qingcang Daoist and scolded, "Old immortal, when is it time for you to still have the heart to joke!"
The soul lamp refined by the academy is so rare, and there is a wisp of soul attached to the soul lamp of each core member.
The lights go out, don't say it's Li Yuanxi, even if it's him Jiang Wenduo, or even the accompanying gentleman in the Temple of Literature, he can't escape this fate.
The three souls and seven spirits are scattered in the netherworld, if it is just the destruction of the body, the soul lamp will not be extinguished at all, it will only make the light weak.
The extinguishing of the soul lamp can only indicate one situation, that is, the body is dead and the soul is scattered.
Although the monk rebelled against heaven and earth to create and strengthen his body, he was still human at heart.
If a person has three souls and seven spirits, and the three souls and seven spirits have dissipated, how can this person still live?
I'm afraid that even if the Confucian saint makes a move, he can't save the people whose souls are scattered.
Because it has changed the order of heaven and earth and forcibly changed the rules of nature, such a strong man has never been seen in ancient and modern times, how could he appear so coincidentally, and also saved Li Yuanxi.
Qingcang Daoist was startled by his old immortal voice, and immediately pointed at Jiang Wenduo's nose and scolded: "You are the old immortal, your whole family is old and immortal, you don't believe what I said, don't you go over and see for yourself!"
Jiang Wenduo snorted coldly, and was about to open his mouth when he suddenly sensed something, he turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the secret room, his eyes were full of disbelief.
didn't have time to greet everyone, Jiang Wenduo's figure instantly turned into a wisp of breeze, and a moment later he appeared in the secret room where the soul lamp was placed.
The scene in front of him made Jiang Wenduo almost sit on the ground excitedly, he settled down, walked forward cautiously and slowly, and gently picked up the soul lamp on the table that had been extinguished.
Now the soul lamp actually burned again, but the light of the fire was slightly faint
, but fundamentally, the fire is solid.
This also shows that Li Yuanxi's life is not in danger, but he may have suffered some injuries, but he did not hurt the roots.
Outside the secret room, the Qingcang Daoist sneered again and again, but a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
Jiang Wenduo put the soul lamp back in its place and appeared on Qingcang's side with an expressionless face.
"How? The master of the temple academy, can he not apologize a word after the innocence of the defilement?"
Jiang Wenduo's expression did not change, and he coughed dryly twice before he said to Qingcang Zhengse, "Brother Qingcang, I ...... just now."
Qingcang Daoist flicked his sleeves: "It's late, now I have to ask for two jars of green bamboo brew, and there are ......":
He glared at Jiang Wenduo, who was rubbing his hands in place, and then said, "I have to let my two sons, besides, the game just now doesn't count, start over."
Jiang Wenduo suddenly had a painful look on his face, making chess a trivial matter, but this green bamboo brew.
At this moment, the voice of the deputy mountain master of the academy came from outside the door: "Mountain master, the teleportation array has been packed up and is ready to set off at any time."
Jiang Wenduo's eyes rolled, and he immediately replied, "Really? Then start the big formation now, I'll ...... now."
Before he finished speaking, Qing Cang grabbed his arm and sneered, "Qingzhu Brew hasn't given it to me yet, you just want to slip away, right?" Anything you say today will give you some blood."
A quarter of an hour later, the students of the academy saw their mountain lord walking out of the house with a painful face, followed by the mountain master's good friend, the Qingcang Dao Chief.
At this time, the Taoist chief was holding a jar of bamboo-scented liquid in his hand, and the smug smile on his face was in stark contrast to Jiang Wenduo's bitter gourd face.
Jiang Wenduo straightened his clothes, straightened the jade pendant on his waist, walked slowly to the center of the big array, nodded to the deputy mountain master who was presiding over the big array, and signaled that he could open the big array.
The deputy mountain lord looked behind Jiang Wenduo with a strange expression, Jiang Wenduo turned his head and said curiously, "You want to go too?" It's just a small country, I'm just going to get Yuan Xi back."
Qing Cang poured a sip of green bamboo brew, the playful look in his eyes changed suddenly, and he said lightly: "I also want to see what kind of person can force a saint seed to the point where the soul lamp is extinguished, if it is those long-haired beasts, then the wooden sword behind the Dao Master will have to see blood."