Pure Land Palace.

In front of the lotus pedestal, the atmosphere began to be a little awkward.

"Why are you still here?"

Ouyang Rong ignored Liu Zilin's words, he looked around in a daze, frowning and puzzled.

The purple mist in Ouyang Rong's eyes had long since faded, as if it had never happened.

The crowd that had retreated in surprise surrounded them again.

Liu Zilin's nasolabial folds muscles twitched: "What is still here, your brain is in water?" ”

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head: "I know, I took you to fly together, right?" That's how it should be, that's right. ”

Ouyang Rong looked around the dim underground palace, ignoring the sharp blade around his neck, and suddenly stood up, looking up at the wellhead above his head.

He stood on the lotus pedestal, with a stunned face, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the familiar "hometown" blue sky outside the well.

"Where's the rope, give it to me, I'm going to climb up and take a look. I took you to soar, and I didn't believe it and went up to see it, and the truth was outside, and I saw it myself. ”

He trembled with excitement, his eyes were unusually determined, and his mouth was full of words.

Liu Zilin looked at it suspiciously, but his tone could not hide his irritability:

"Are you sick? Ding Jian! What's going on with your eyes just now, is it the reason for the orb? Give it to me, give it to me! ”

He dragged down the smirking young man on the lotus platform who was looking up and stretching out his hand, grabbed the latter's hand, and broke it one by one, but it was empty, and there was no shadow of the orb.

Ouyang Rong suddenly withdrew his arm, turned his head and pounced, snatching the rope hanging from the wellhead.

"Let me go up, let me go up, I'm home, I'm definitely home! Liu Zilin, if you want to kill or chop you, let me take a look, go up and take a look, I will bring you to the Pure Land! ”

The young county commander's clothes and hair were messy, he grabbed the rope and climbed up desperately, and his eyes began to redden:

"What about the 'return to the future', can the merit deducted be fake? Master Zhenma can soar, why can't Lao Tzu soar? ”

"Cao Ruxian! Ouyang Lianghan, are you crazy? ”

Liu Zilin's eyes widened, his chest was burning with anger, and he kicked the rope climbing young man:

"Lao Tzu will say it again one last time, hand over the orb!"

Ouyang Rong climbed up without turning a deaf ear, his red eyes staring straight at the blue sky above.

The four Tsing Yi servants immediately rushed forward, dragging or pulling, and pulled Ouyang Rong back.

"Let go of Lao Tzu!"

The latter struggled desperately.

Suddenly there was a "poof".

Ouyang Rong only felt a chill in his stomach.

This was followed by a warm current of soreness that flowed through the lower abdomen.

He stiffened, knelt on the lotus pedestal with a "bang", and looked down at the extra hilt of a knife on his stomach.

There is a thick hot liquid, "tick-tock", and water drops drip like a thread onto the dusty lotus countertop.

"Neurotic!"

Liu Zilin scolded angrily, pushed Ouyang Rong away, shook off the handle of the knife with his hand, and shouted at his subordinates with a full face:

"Hold down this madman, and wait for Lao Tzu to find the orb first."

After speaking, he quickly squatted down in front of the lotus pedestal, stretched out his hand to grope for the shadow under the lotus platform and Ouyang Rong had groped before, his eyes were anxious, looking for the orb all over the ground.

The dungeon was gray, and a ray of sunlight falling from the wellhead fell on the lotus pedestal in the center of the dungeon alone, and also fell on a young man with a blue nose and swollen eyes and a knife in his abdomen.

In this light, the dust slowly rippled.

"Homecoming...... Return...... Pure Land...... My Pure Land...... What about the Pure Land......"

Ouyang Rong lowered his short hair head, and after cutting his arms backwards, he was pressed hard by the servant in Tsing Yi, and the short knife on his stomach slowly squirmed with the breathing amplitude of his chest and abdomen, and he knelt in a pool of blood.

In Liu Zilin's impatient anger looking for pearls all over the ground, and the vicious insults of the surrounding Tsing Yi slaves.

Ouyang Rong slowly raised his head.

Raising a pale face, I don't know when, it was already in tears, and my eyes were red.

The young man kneeling on the ground suddenly burst out, struggling desperately, despite the blood gushing from the wound in his abdomen.

The servant of the guard hurriedly held it down, but he still straightened his waist, raised his tears, and tore his heart at a small well above his head:

"Thief God! You're kidding me! You've been fooling me! ”

A roar echoed through the dungeon.

A distant place that has long been regarded as a pure land of peace of mind is completely extinguished.

Not returning to a home and never having a home again are two different things.

Without people from afar, what is left?

Ouyang Rong knelt on the ground and looked up to the sky, his voice was hoarse, and he roared silently.

It's not terrible to die, it's terrible to be disillusioned and the bloody reality in front of you.

It's better to die.

The servants in Tsing Yi were either moved sideways, or drew their knives coldly.

"Found it!"

At this moment, Liu Zilin, who was kneeling in front of the lotus seat and groping all over the ground, suddenly looked happy, and in the position where Ouyang Rong's palm, who had just seen purple qi, groped for the position, he also groped for something abnormal - a cold and rough stone carving carved on the ground, which seemed to be four characters.

"Sure enough, there is a mechanism inside! Good you Ouyang Lianghan, you hide it so deeply! ”

Liu Zilin's fingers pressed the unknown four-character stone carving hard.

No response.

He frowned slightly, then leaned down and leaned closer.

The underground palace is dim, although the lotus pedestal in the center is illuminated by the wellhead, but the ground under the pedestal is blocked by the lotus platform all the year round, in a damp shadow, covered with moss.

Liu Zilin turned his head, ready to light a torch, paused, didn't get up, and pulled out the moonlight long sword, the blade close to it.

The perennial shadows under the rosette are dispelled by the gray moonlight.

The four-character stone carving finally revealed its true face.

Liu Zilin stared at it, leaned his head closer, and slowly read: "Return... Go... Come on? ”

At the same time, the cold stone carving of "Returning" carved by someone on the floor silently absorbed the cold moonlight emitted by a certain sword blade for a while.

Liu Zilin frowned suddenly, and found that the four-character stone carving in front of him seemed to be ...... Lit up?

That's right, after the gray moonlight that shrouded the Moonlight Sword, it began to emit a brighter moonlight than the former, but the two seemed to have the same origin.

It's just that one is brighter, the other is darker.

"If there is really a mechanism......" Before Liu Zilin's smiling face completely converged.

"Click——!"

On all sides of the dungeon, there was a slight cracking sound.

Below the rosette, the stone carving of the four characters of the return shines brightly.

It's as if a switch has been flipped correctly, and something that has been sleeping for a long time is slowly starting to wake up.

"What is this?" Liu Zilin straightened up, looking around with joy and panic on his face, and the servants in Tsing Yi also hurriedly held their knives, on guard.

The subtle cracking sound came from the four walls of the dungeon.

Click...... Click......

On the four walls of the mural of Buddha Bunsen, pieces fall off, slowly revealing behind the mural...... It looks like an old wall blackened by fireworks.

And the bright and dazzling moonlight slowly shot out from the place where these pieces fell off.

It seems that something is shining on the old wall on the inner floor, and even the new wall of the mural outside can no longer be concealed from falling.

This scene is like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, and it only takes three breaths to completely reveal its true face.

On the four walls of the dungeon, there are rows of hastily scribbled handwriting, following the old walls to reproduce the day.

This line of unfamiliar handwriting, as if it is the same as the four-character stone carving of "Return", exudes dazzling moonlight.

For a time, the dungeon was bright.

The faint shadows of Ouyang Rong, Liu Zilin, and the servants in Tsing Yi were stretched for a long time.

The clear glow of the bright moon shone on the blank faces.

"Coming back...... Will the countryside be ruined? Both self-conceived and self-serving...... Sorrowful and sad...... What the hell is this? ”

Liu Zilin stared at the long text on the wall, read the first few sentences, and couldn't help frowning, but just in case, he quickly took out the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures, bowed his head and recited them silently, and after finishing, he shouted softly towards the radiant underground palace:

"Craftsmanship! Artisan? Artisan ...... Artisans. ”

The sword did not appear.

Liu Zilin suddenly looked back with a dumbfounded face, and asked Ouyang Rong angrily:

"Where's my beads? How is it a bullshit poem? Where are the beads, and are they not in the dungeon? Say it! He grabbed the handle of Ouyang Rong's abdomen again, and forced his wrist to ask.

On the wall of the underground palace, there is a "Words of Return".

Ouyang Rong, who had abdominal pain to the point of numbness, knelt on the lotus seat and turned his head blankly.

He has already memorized this resignation.

But what really stunned him was that the moonlight stone carvings on these four walls were not just a "Words of Return".

At the end of the resignation on the east wall, there is an additional text, and between the lines, it is sad and sad......

Ouyang Rong's eyes were straight and he stared at this last word.

Because it comes from a monk of Donglin Temple who used the sword qi of a ding sword a hundred years ago and hurriedly left the "Words of Return" before his death.

Master of the Heart.

"Hahahaha...... It's so interesting! It's really interesting hahaha......"

The young county magistrate suddenly raised his head and laughed, but when this laughter fell on the ears of Liu Zilin and others, there was no joy, but an indescribable silent mourning.

"Okay, you Tao Yuanming, Longcheng County makes you inappropriate, you don't do it as a 'Hanshi' sword master, you don't do it, leave this 'Hanshi' sword trick to the monk of Donglin Temple before returning to seclusion, and harm future generations!

"Tao Yuanming, you are high! You're amazing! ”

He smiled and pointed to a speech on the wall about the return of the moonlight sword qi, covered his stomach and laughed bitterly, almost laughing at the intestines at the wound where the blood gushed, Ouyang Rong was still overjoyed:

"And you, Master Zhenma, if you steal the sword, you will steal the sword, what kind of bullshit Lotus Pagoda Alliance, for that broken sword, draw the ground as a prison in the underground palace under the lotus tower after walking the water, smoke to death, die and die, leave your mother's sword trick? Pretend to be a Buddha in your mother's flesh! Such a misleading posterity!

"Lao Tzu was deceived by the two of you in partnership hahahaha...... No, no, no, I'm stupid! It's me stupid, you're all right hahahahaha! ”

Ouyang Rong seems to have incarnated into a certain old musician who is going to graduate school, but under this bright smile, his eyes are full of indifference and loneliness.

He is laughing at the obsession of his predecessors, and he is also laughing at his own obsession.

"Where in this world is there any 'return to the future' homecoming blessings, but it is just a bullshit sword trick called "Return to the Words".

"Ding Jian, how can there be any fixed 'pretending to be a void', this entire Dragon City is its invisible sword furnace, it is its 'pretending to be a void thing', that old-timer gave the opportunity to everyone! What fucking justice! ”

Ouyang Rong covered his stomach with blood with both hands, laughing and whispering like crazy.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, Ouyang Rong's previous words still made Liu Zilin and the second monk puzzled, but the next few words made him shocked.

"What do you mean! The whole Dragon City is a 'pretending thing'?! ”

Liu Zilin rushed forward, grabbed the collar of Ouyang Rong, who was paralyzed like a pincer, and the spit splattered out, he glared and asked:

"Also, you said that this article on the wall is also a sword technique?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, his bloody hand stroked the handle of the knife inserted in his abdomen, and a low hoarse laugh of "hoho" came out of his mouth:

"Or else? The old-timers are teasing you, this article on the wall is the real 'Hanshi' sword trick, I can't think of it hahaha, they all say the Hanshi sword trick, you read a bullshit Buddhist scripture. ”

"Wait, doesn't that mean ......"

Liu Zilin was shocked at first, then overjoyed, and threw away the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures, and the next second, he seemed to react to something, and quickly pressed the young county commander's head to the floor, covering his eyes, and said sharply at the same time:

"Sword tricks are not what you can see more......

He reached out to pick up the moonlight sword, and after chopping off the head, he turned his head and recited the long sword trick on the four walls.

In the next moment, the scene that happened in front of him made Liu Zilin's soul tremble.

The young man below, his eyes were dull, his side face was facing the air next to him, and he gently spit out two words:

"Craftsmanship."

Suddenly, a shudder from the soul started from the soles of Liu Zilin's feet, surging all the way up the cervical vertebrae, as if he was about to lift his heavenly spirit cover.

Liu Zilin's eyes were full of anger: "Are you ......"

The third young man of the Liu family only had time to spit out these two words.

At this moment, his wide eyes clearly reflected a clear blue arc.

An "arc" appears in the dungeon.

No one could see how it came about.

It's like a myth that emerges from the dust.

Arc.

Floating in a beam of sunlight in the center of the dungeon.

It is neither a sword nor a tripod.

Not a single speck of dust can fall on the body of the "arc".

From the perspective of any person in the dungeon, it looks like an "arc" line.

Under the glow of the sun and the moonlight, the color of the clear blue sky is so beautiful, and there is a perfect arc that everyone in the audience has never seen.

A little bent than a straight line, a little straighter than the outline of the sun and the moon.

It is an elegant and intuitive work of art.

It's called craftsmanship.

When harvesting the heads of the people in front of them, it is also beautiful and elegant.

Ouyang Rong's limbs were as paralyzed as mud, lying on the ground, his side face against the cold floor, and his heart was like ashes.

In the dungeon around him, there was a deathly silence for a moment, and then it exploded.

Some people turned around and fled, while others rushed forward in fear.

Because as we all know, the sword bearer is the first in lethality, but the sword bearer is also as brittle as glass.

A burst of light and shadow flashed in the dungeon.

A shattered blade that sputtered from a shock, swirling in the air.

Its front and back mirrors reflect the scene of silence taking place.

Fragmentary, and bizarre:

There are fragmented limbs.

There is vomit.

There are dim eyeballs that stare like brass bells.

There is a silent gaping yellow tooth and bloody mouth.

There is also a jet of hydrothermal water for pouring lotus stone seats.

There are also broken backs of escaping to the ground and stiff bodies kneeling and kowtowing.

In the end, it was Liu Zilin's bloody eyes full of unwilling dead fish, paired with a face full of unbelievable and unbelievable looks.

Boom! - Knock! - Knock! - Knock! - Knock!

The Pure Land Palace, which shines brightly, drops off one head after another.

The sound of falling heads has a faint elegant rhythm, like an artist who is late to the entrance, unhurriedly playing a temporary new movement.

In this short but rapid, one-sided killing tune.

The most greedy of all died in the bitter search for treasure.

The most desireless have obtained the things that arouse the most greedy desires.

The most homesick people, their hopes are dashed, and they can no longer find their way home.

The most indignant, even with the mythical sword, can only be impotent and furious.

God did play a big joke on someone.

In the open palace, Ouyang Rong and everyone lay on the ground together, not moving the whole time.

His right cheek was close to the cold and rough floor, and under the short blood-red hair, his dull lacquer eyes reflected the four-character stone carvings of the moonlight blooming under the "Vermilion Lotus" in front of him, and there was a murmur, which sounded in this empty underground palace where no one was standing:

"Coming back...... What do you want? Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown cannot be expected...... Hedi Township is unpredictable. ”

Death can't defeat an idealist, but "truth" can, and it can easily destroy beliefs and overturn spiritual sustenance. Lies are not scary, the truth is the quick knife.

(End of chapter)