Enter the Wusheng Temple, climb the stairs in the sky, and cross the two gates to the front porch hall of the "Wenwu Corridor". On both sides of the hall stood four lifelike bronze statues more than two meters high, which were the four cronies who had assisted the martial saint Jiang Tianxing.

After walking forward for a few dozen meters, I entered the hall of the middle corridor, which is a "pilgrimage hall" with the characteristics of a study. There are no statues here, only poems and songs hanging on the walls. Yingtian had heard that Jiang Tianxing was not only a martial idiot, but also a love saint, and liked the tone of the wind and snow.

It's just that the poems and songs on the wall are the works of poets and scholars in ancient times, framed and hung here by later generations, used as a façade, and chatted to comfort their souls in heaven.

Others commented so, but Yingtian didn't think so, and always maintained awe to show respect for this senior.

Finally, he walked into the "Wusheng Ancestral Hall", a large and magnificent hall in the back porch. There is an ebony plaque on the door of the ancestral hall, with four gilded characters on it.

Yingtian stood solemnly in front of the long plaque for a long time, feeling the lofty ambition of this martial saint.

At the end of the ancestral hall stood three tall and upright statues, the one in the middle was the martial saint Jiang Tianxing, and the smaller statues on both sides were two young women vividly.

Yingtian lit three pillars of fine incense, stood upright in front of Jiang Tianxing's statue, held the incense tail in both hands, raised the incense eyebrows in front of his chest, bowed three times respectfully, and inserted the fine incense firmly into the incense table.

Finally, he stood in place and was silent for a while before stepping out of the Martial Saint Ancestral Hall and continuing to walk behind.

Behind the Wusheng Ancestral Hall, there is a deep bamboo forest, and in the middle of the bamboo forest there is a small door leading directly to the earth tomb. This mausoleum is the tomb of the martial saint, it is built under the ground, I heard that it is just a clothed mound.

Due to the cold and cold atmosphere of the tomb, few tourists go down from the small gate to pay homage to the tomb of the martial saint.

It was now nearly evening, and there were only three or four brave people who came to this bamboo forest land. Yingtian didn't have any worries, and walked straight into the small door with his head down.

The tomb is very deep into the ground, and there are no tourists at this time. He walked for a long time before he came to the mound of clothes. This Martial Saint Tomb is nothing special except that it is gray and gloomy.

Yingtian circled around it twice and didn't find anything, so he simply sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, squinting his eyes slightly, as if in meditation.

Suddenly, his mud pill palace squirmed rapidly, and two long-lost voices sounded in his mind, just like the demonic voice was terrifying, just like the long song of Haoran that cleansed his soul.

With a soft sound of "boom", the entire tomb was filled with a strange energy, and Yingtian couldn't hear the slightest sound outside. He was a little panicked and desperate to stand up, but his body seemed to be controlled by something, and he couldn't move.

At this time, a rich martial arts artistic conception enveloped Yingtian's body, from far to near, from loose to tight. In a few moments, his skin cracked in multiple places, and blood spilled like a trickle.

What terrified him was that this artistic conception seemed to crush him to smash and crush him to ashes. He struggled a few times, but he couldn't move!

As time passed, Yingtian clearly felt that every few seconds, the magical and terrifying power that enveloped him would inevitably shrink and tighten. He struggled to break free, but to no avail.

Will they die here? Who is torturing and killing himself? He glared angrily at the mound of clothes, trying to see the mystery and find a solution to the problem.

This damn Martial Saint Tomb suffered this for no reason, completely unreasonable, and extremely wronged. Yingtian's heart was full of anger, thinking that once he got out of trouble, he would raze this place to the ground to vent his hatred.

At this moment, there was a burst of brilliant light in his mud pill palace, just like the previous "Sun Lan Moon Heart Formula" and "Star Elephant Heaven Incineration Ceremony", which caught people off guard.

At this moment, what appeared out of thin air was the seal poem, which was not in Yingtian's mind, but appeared in front of his eyes, and it was still so recognizable.

He did not dare to slack off, and quickly memorized the poem:

The way of heaven cannot be relied upon, and the world is treacherous. Only self-improvement continues, and the conspiracy becomes a cloud of smoke. The sky is impermanent, the sword pierces the nine heavens, watch me sweep the dragons, and the vicissitudes of the seas.

Humanity is not to be relied upon, and the damage is not enough. Only the supreme recklessly, and the three thousand crows were killed. There is a constant, the fist breaks through the nine secluded fields, and it is better to fall into the nose passage to bear the suffering, and the fairness of the world will always remain.

What made Yingtian strange was that after the poem appeared, the martial arts artistic conception that bound him did not squeeze his body again, but there was a cool meaning permeating the earthly tomb.

He struggled a few times, but nothing loosened.

Yingtian calmed down and realized that there was no way to break free, so he concentrated on understanding the meaning of the poem.

Obviously, this is an inspirational and murderous poem, and its foothold is "justice in the world forever". The man who wrote this poem had great ambitions and would rather be in prison than let the world achieve justice and eternal peace.

The lofty intention gives Yingtian a sense of spiritual purification. At this time, he slowly entered that mysterious and ethereal state.

Soon, his mind was empty, his body and mind were extremely relaxed, as if he were in the clouds, and his mind gradually sank and sunk. He seemed to have completely forgotten where he was, even forgetting himself, and had a sense of detachment.

For a moment, his whole body was immersed in this inextricable perception, and he seemed to be integrated into the world of Diling.

After a while, a figure seemed to appear in front of Yingtian, standing in the place where the poem had disappeared just now.

It was an old man, with long hair and a red face, and the eyes of an eagle falcon were extraordinary. He walked over slowly, so fluttering, like a dream.

"In this heaven and earth, you can cultivate and gather your divine sense, feel all things, persevere, and do not avoid evil, you are really a person who has been created." The old man looked at Yingtian and admired it for a while.

Then, he said: "On the way of martial arts, everyone misunderstood, and I used to do the same. When you are young, you have the potential to unite all things and the unity of heaven and man, and it is not in vain that I have waited for so many years. I'll give you this poem, I hope you can truly understand what it means to prove the Tao with martial arts in the future. ”

After speaking, the old man smiled slightly, and his right hand slowly flicked, and a cool artistic conception soaked into Yingtian's mind and body.

"Senior, are you Mr. Martial Saint Jiang? What is the unity of all things, the unity of heaven and man? Do you know that I am coming, waiting for me here? Yingtian was full of doubts and couldn't wait to ask.

The old man smiled, "I didn't know you, and I didn't know you would come." You're just the most suitable person I'm waiting for, and I'm afraid you're the only one in these worlds who can comprehend the 'Pure Martial Arts'." ”

Then, he said: "The Tao exists between all things, and in terms of the enlightenment of pure martial artists, I am afraid that you have heard of the concept of 'the Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things', but I am afraid that you have heard it but cannot really understand it." ”

"But the inductive idea of 'all things in three, three in two, two in one, one in one', you have the potential to truly understand. This harmony of all things is the place of conjunction. ”

The old man didn't say much, but the amount of information revealed was huge. Yingtian peeled out a few key words, and asked many questions in a row, such as "Several Worlds", "Martial Dao Pure Brightness" and "Pure Martial Artist".

However, the old man did not seem to want to answer, or there was some taboo. He only said a few words: "If you cultivate your mind at a young age, you can set foot on the threshold of martial arts purity, it's really good!" There have always been people who can comprehend the way of artistic conception, and they all start from specialization, but you are too special. ”

"I will only introduce you to the beginning of this time, but you must remember that this method is 'more advanced and more specialized'. Since you can comprehend the purity of martial arts, how hard is it to have martial intent and sword intent? ”