Before Liu Zilin's head hit the ground, he seemed to be facing the empty dungeon, and said something emotionally.

He said...... The sword belongs to their Liu family, and they ask why the struggle of his ancestors for three generations is not as good as his radish county order of ten years of cold window.

said that the three brothers of the Liu family sacrificed so much to harvest the Ding Sword, but he was easily picked by an unrelated outsider, so aggrieved and unfair.

also said that the female celebrity is also harmed. This made him even more uncomfortable than Ouyang Rong directly killing him.

Liu Zilin is remorseful, painful, and afraid.

Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear.

Finally, Liu Zilin raised his head and roared.

But the head with these distorted expressions fell heavily on the floor, rolled twice, and stopped at the foot of a lotus pedestal that looked like a red lotus.

Ouyang Rong was like a dead man, lying on the ground.

Around him, a headless corpse lined up, quietly accompanying him.

An "arc" was suspended in mid-air above Ouyang Rong's head.

Motionless.

Not stained with the slightest trace of blood.

There was also a faint blue halo, which fell softly on Ouyang Rong's hair below.

The one-sided killing just now was as if it had nothing to do with it.

Well, like the smile of a new first sword master, it is harmless to humans and animals.

This person, with a sword, and headless corpses all over the ground, constituted a strange picture.

The Pure Land Palace, falling into a deathly silence.

Not far away, there is a moonlight long sword, lying quietly under the lotus seat "return to Xi" four-character stone carving.

Its gray moonlight blends with the dazzling moonlight blooming in the stone carvings at this moment.

On the walls of the four sides of the dungeon, the moonlight emitted by the lines of handwriting belonging to the "Words of Return" is getting stronger and stronger, and the moonlight is cold, and the light covers every corner of the dungeon.

That's when a vision appeared.

In the open palace, there was suddenly an unfamiliar figure - the moonlight at the lotus pedestal, condensed a little, slowly and regularly gathered, and finally outlined the shadow of a monk wearing a robe.

The shadow of this robed monk is vivid, and even the two long eyebrows like fishing rods are vividly embodied.

He was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform in the same posture as Ouyang Rong sitting on the lotus just now.

It seems that he didn't see Ouyang Rong next to him, and he was messed up with the corpses all over the ground.

The robed monk stood on his chest with one palm, lowered his eyebrows, bowed his head on the floor in front of him, and wrote something carefully.

His two fingers were erected, and there seemed to be a speck of light entwined around his fingertips.

The monk in the robe made a pen with this, and the place where the words were left was exactly where the four dazzling characters of "Return to Laixi" were located at this moment.

The locations coincide exactly.

The robed monk outlined by the moonlight had a calm expression on his lonely face, mixed with a little sadness.

As if he had finished writing the words "Returning" on the stone slab, he slowly raised his head and looked at the hole above his head.

At this moment, there was a "billowing smoke" outlined by the gray moonlight, pouring into the underground palace from outside the cave entrance.

What the robed monk saw seemed to be a similar scene.

From an outsider's point of view, the light and shadow pictures outlined by the moonlight in the entire underground palace at this time are much grayer and gloomy, and they are faithfully reproduced.

Ouyang Rong didn't know when, but he was also silently watching this scene.

He knelt on the ground and propped his hands, spit out a mouthful of blood spit, covered his stomach and turned over, sat on the ground, and looked up at this strange scene in the underground palace:

On the lotus pedestal, the robed monk was coughing like Ouyang Rong, but he was because of the thick black smoke poured in from the fire in the lotus pagoda outside.

The choking black smoke gradually drove away the only fresh air left in the dungeon.

But the monk in the robe did not move at all, his palms were folded, and his lips were squirming and chanting.

The monk looked up at the mouth of the well.

Outside the well, there was the faint roar of a mad emperor copying the temple and cutting off his head, the crackling sound of Buddhist scriptures and stupas burning in the flames, and the wailing of monks begging for mercy...... Transmitted across a hundred years of time and space.

The 400-year-old famous temple of the Southern Dynasty was destroyed overnight.

But he couldn't get out.

The monk who painted the ground as a prison slowly bowed his head.

A dot of light with an engraved word on the fingertip continued to fly out, and on the four walls of the underground palace, the next line of hasty cursive script was inscribed.

A "Words of Return", and a lonely last words.

The robed monk sat on the lotus platform, in the billowing smoke, his eyelids slowly drooping, and finally his head lowered.

In the dungeon, the strange moonlight that was inexplicably stimulated is silently reproducing the light and shadow of a hundred years ago.

Looping over and over again.

The dust of history was briefly swept away and made new.

This strange moonlight that fills the underground palace seems to contain spirituality, and it is still unforgettable to witness this scene a hundred years ago, and I will take the trouble to tell it to future generations.

The light and shadow in the dungeon are like a dream.

I don't know how long this scene lasted.

Until the moonlight sword lying still on the ground was picked up by a blurred bloody hand.

Under the lotus seat, the four-character stone carving of "Returning", the blooming moonlight slowly dimmed,

On the four walls, a radiant "Words of Return" was also extinguished word by word, returning to darkness.

Ouyang Rong picked up the sword, got up, and staggered towards the mural wall on the east side.

In the sunlight above his head, there was a lonely hanging "arc", and he did not glance at it.

In front of the mural, Ouyang Rong's body staggered, and he barely stood up with his hands on the wall.

His fingers touched the cracks in the mural, and he touched the old black-and-gray wall beneath the cracks.

He looked down at his fingers, stained with black ash.

If you guessed correctly, this old wall inside should be the original wall of the original lotus pagoda underground palace.

The current mural wall was newly built by the monks of Donglin Temple later.

From the last words at the end of the sword technique, it can be seen that this heartfelt horse master is actually the last qi refiner of Donglin Temple, or ...... Ben is the last sword wielder to master the sword technique of "Han Shi".

At the beginning, the Northern and Southern Dynasties competed for Ding, and in the face of the southward troops of the Northern Dynasty, the southern royal family placed their last hope on the Dingjian.

The southern royal family matched, so that the Lotus Sect Donglin Temple, Longcheng Meijia, and Yunmeng Jianze, in the lotus pagoda of this temple, pointed to the avenue as an oath, and made an alliance of the lotus tower, sincere cooperation.

As a result, the creation made people, and the royal family of the southern kingdom was destroyed early, and it was also the one who harmed the female red, and the embryo of the Ding sword, which was half cast, fell into the hands of the Crazy Emperor, and the Crazy Emperor ordered the Longcheng Meijia to continue casting the sword.

The monks of Donglin Temple and the swordsmith of the Meijia family were worried that many tripod swords would fall into the hands of a single husband, and in order to follow the alliance of the lotus tower, they returned the Yunmeng sword that was originally offered to the "tripod" with a new tripod sword.

So the two sides should cooperate inside and outside, and tacitly took the risk of stealing the newly forged Ding Sword with the Mad Emperor on the bank of Butterfly Creek.

The reason why Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up not long ago was that the virtual thing of the Ding Sword was not a fixed physical object like a sword box, but the entire Longcheng County.

It was because Master Zhenma's way of stealing the sword gave him a head start:

Back then, on the day of the completion of the Mad Emperor's sword-casting, the swordsmiths of the Mei family, like today's old-timers, deliberately concealed the truth of "pretending to be a false thing" - in fact, the entire Longcheng County is a sword furnace, which not only washes the sword for the first time for the newborn Ding Sword, but also its pretending to be a virtual thing.

So Master Zhenma sat in the secret dungeon under the lotus pagoda of Donglin Temple, and only used the three conditions of nine products, sword tricks, and real names to directly reveal the newly baked Ding Sword and hide it in the underground palace.

And the reason why Master Zhenma, as a monk with exquisite cultivation, can also meet the harsh conditions for cultivating to the ninth rank is because the Lotus Sect Qi Alchemy Technique possessed by Donglin Temple is very special, and it can naturally disperse the aura cultivation and smoothly fall to any rank.

This is also the reason why the alliance of the lotus pagoda and Donglin Temple can be qualified to participate.

Even if it has the sword technique of the Hanshi and has its own special Buddhism to practice qi, Donglin Temple is easier to maintain an orderly inheritance of the mythical lineage of the sword-bearer than other sect forces......

After the newly minted Ding Sword was stolen, the Mad Emperor was naturally furious, and a large number of swordsmiths involved in the Butterfly Creek fell to the ground, and the nearby Donglin Temple also became the object of suspicion, and most of them were slaughtered by the Mad Emperor and set fire to the temple.

Outside the underground palace, the senior monks of Donglin Temple, who concealed the cover for Master Zhenma, almost died, and the ancient buildings of Donglin Temple, including the lotus pagoda, became a scorched earth.

Master Zhenma also drew the ground as a prison and trapped in the oxygen-deficient dungeon.

Just to hide this sword.

Several orthodox qi practitioners in Donglin Temple completely died, and the lotus pagoda collection room that kept the sword technique and the sect's qi practice was also reduced to ashes.

This is what Ouyang Rong saw in the strange light and shadow, Master Zhenma carved words in front of the lotus seat and on the wall, leaving a sword trick and a last word.

It's just that......

In front of the mural on the east side of the underground palace, Ouyang Rong looked at the dirty black old wall behind the crack in the mural and shook his head.

If it weren't for this strange moonlight, he wouldn't be able to see the stone carvings under the pitch-black soot today.

The master of the heart horse who left a line of inheritance did not know that the lotus pagoda outside the underground palace had been burning for a long time, billowing black smoke was constantly filling the underground palace, and the inscriptions on the walls were thickly covered by black ash.

Decades later, the new generation of monks who reopened the buried underground palace under the ruins must not have found these black and gray inscriptions, and even misunderstood the suffocating death of Master Zhenma, thinking that it was a Buddha in the flesh.

So he happily rebuilt the underground palace, and the old walls were covered by new walls and new paintings, and the miracle of the Pure Land Ascension was preached everywhere, ignoring the truly precious legacy left by Master Zhima.

According to the last words of Master Zhenma, this "Hanshi" sword trick was given to the host friend of Donglin Temple at that time before Tao Yuanming resigned from the Eastern Jin Dynasty and returned to seclusion.

As for why Tao Yuanming was the sword master of the "Han Shi" four hundred years ago, and what kind of fate he had, it is unknown for the time being.

Ouyang Rong leaned against the wall, turned his head indifferently, and looked around at the Pure Land Palace.

This is not the Pure Land of Master Zhenma, but the place of his death.

Ben is also, the place where he Ouyang Lianghan died.

But the death of the predecessors has changed the life of the descendants.

He also became a ...... The sword bearer of a new Ding sword.

"How can there be any rebirth in the Pure Land......"

The young man's bloodstained face pulled out a miserable smile, raised his head and stretched out his hand, pointing to the blue sky and white clouds outside the wellhead:

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it should be viewed as such."

Ouyang Rong muttered, his body crumbling to his belly, and he suddenly saw several wells swaying in front of him, and he was dizzy with excessive blood loss.

In mid-air, the "arc" that had been static for a long time moved.

Seems to be getting closer.

"Get out."

Ouyang Rong leaned on the wall and sat down, bowed his head and wiped his mouth.

A meal for a little guy named "Craftsman".

In the next second, the rope ladder at the wellhead, which was originally falling, suddenly broke and fell innocently.

The little aura that was originally left in Ouyang Rong's body was suddenly completely emptied.

"Bang"! The young county magistrate fell hard.

He frowned and turned his head sharply, and the "arc" in the air disappeared without a trace.

It seems to be playful and leaves, not wanting to pay attention to someone.

Ouyang Rong got up silently.

The fetters in my heart that dissolve in water still exist steadily, and I can't shake it off.

It's just that the wave of silent killing just now has temporarily depleted the aura in his body, and he can't force it to appear.

At present, the entire Longcheng County is still a "sword furnace" made by craftsmen, and it can hide at will.

Suddenly found that this Ding Jian still has a small temper.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and was silent......

After a stick of incense.

The backyard of the Beitian Nursing Home.

A wellhead that was being protected by a stone fence suddenly flew out of a scabbard with a rope and threw it outside the wellhead, and with a "pop", the scabbard was stuck in the gap between the stone fences.

Less leaning, the wellhead, suddenly a bloody hand, stretched out towards the sky, grabbed the edge.

A bloodied, short-haired young man climbed out of the well with difficulty.

There is something déjà vu to this scene.

Ouyang Rong once again crawled out of the dungeon alone.

This time, a group of people went down and one person crawled out.

Ouyang Rong turned over and fell, leaned his back against the wellhead, gasped for breath, lowered his head to tear the cloth, treated the wound, and the sun above his head pierced him with squinting eyes, and opened his hands to shade the sun.

Outside the well, it is still the Donglin Temple of Longcheng County, which is under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Province, Great Zhou.

It's not the lack of manhole cover where he lost his footing when he was studying for the Buddha in his previous life.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, his face didn't know whether he was sad or happy. On the ground beside him, there was a moonlight sword and a new bronze beast face.

He was also holding a bloody head in his hand.

Ouyang Rong's palms trembled, and he went to pick up the bronze beast face.

This is a relic that he turned out on Liu Zilin's corpse and belongs to Liu Zi'an.

As soon as his fingers touched the mask, Ouyang Rong's eyes swelled with purple energy.

He licked his dry lips, closed his eyes, and then opened them, his purple breath suddenly disappeared, and a bell rang in his ears.

He also consumed 1,500 merits equal to the previous time.

In the merit tower, there are still more than 4,500 merit points left.

There was a purple mist surging in his palm, wrapping around his mask.

At a certain moment, the mask suddenly stopped trembling and was completely refined.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and slowly put on his mask.

And then......

He saw the familiar solitary figure of the wooden man in the mask.

"Hahaha......"

The young county magistrate smiled and smiled, tears flowed down a blurry bloody face, and he lifted Liu Zilin's head in his hand and said:

"Ahsan, you've seen it all...... Liu Zi'an is dead, Liu Zilin is also dead, and now there are only accomplices Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji, and Liu Fu, don't worry, come one by one......"

He slowly took off his bronze mask, revealing a pair of distracted eyes:

"It's my lord, I'm useless, I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, so I can't go down to accompany you."

The most painful thing in this world is that the person who wants to die does not die, and he wants to die again, but he ...... Less courage.

(End of chapter)