"The Master once told me that this is the place where she died, but it is also the place where she has a mission. The mission decided that she had to come here, but when she completed the mission, she had to die here. Speaking of this, the king of Shangxi suddenly looked at Jiajun and them, "Presumably she has completed her mission now, it seems that you are the people she needs to see in her mission?......?"

Half a day later, it was already late at night, and the whole royal city was silent again. Jiajun and the three of them said goodbye to the king of the west with a thoughtful look and sent Kotore home all the way.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!!" opened the door, Kotore looked at the scene on the bed, suddenly froze, and then rushed over crying. His grandfather's body was lying on the bed unusually straight, without the slightest movement, and it seemed that he had been dead for a long time.

Jiajun and Bing Bat looked at each other in shock, slowly walked to the bedside, hugged the grief-stricken child tightly, and let him twitch in his arms.

......

"Xiaojun, what are you thinking?" When he returned to the welcome room, it was almost dark, and Jiajun dragged his tired body and threw himself on the bed, but he couldn't close his eyes for a long time.

"Mortal death, what does this master mean?"

"Don't think about it anymore, didn't King Shangxi say that numerology talent is very special, but it may not be able to explain everything clearly. ”

"That holy power, it's so weird! I heard that wherever she goes, the holy power will condense with it, is this what she said about the 'heavenly omen'?"

"The King of Shangxi has studied for so long to no avail, how can you figure it out for a while, not to mention that everyone has already left!" Bing Bat sighed, "What is there to be afraid of death? You and I practice against the sky, as long as we do not reach the realm of changing our lives against the sky, we will inevitably die after all." ”

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just thinking about what she means by the three stars......"

......

Just when Jia Jun was melancholy, another time and space, a few shijie places away from the Metaverse, the place where Jia Jun was haunted by his dreams, was playing a bizarre scene.

Dongchen Empire, the imperial capital Chenxing.

Also in the night, on the outskirts of the imperial capital, a quiet and desolate place, there are hundreds of stone tablets arranged horizontally and crookedly, and some large and small handwriting are engraved on the tablets, but many of them are no longer visible.

In the night, the faint yellow moon is in the sky, and the cold wind mixed with dew is accompanied by bursts of insect chirping, rendering the place even more gloomy.

It's a graveyard. Moreover, the Dongchen Empire has a special name for this place, "Returning to the Hidden Village". Just because this is the place where the Dongchen Empire buried the martyred monks, in order to show respect for them, the empire is reluctant to mention the word "death", only saying that they are in hiding.

Leaving aside what the empire said for the time being, the grave keeper here gave this place another nickname, "Ghost Village". As the name suggests, it is not a glorious monument forest to these grave keepers, but a terrifying and eerie place where the wind gusts from time to time, and even the occasional creepy scream.

There was still a while before dawn, and it was time for the grave keepers who were stationed here to take turns again, and Lao Zeng was one of the grave guards who had been stationed here for many years.

The grave keeper is not a monk, in fact, there is nothing to keep the grave here, many tombstones were built hundreds of years ago, after the erosion of wind and rain, even the name of the deceased can not be seen clearly, the empire did this is nothing more than to show respect to the monks who sacrificed their lives for the country.

For Lao Zeng himself, he is just a light job, although there are many rumors of haunting here, but after many years of stationing, he has long been experienced, and he has never taken these rumors to heart.

The shift was about to change, and Lao Zeng returned to his residence the same way he came, and the closer he got to his residence, the more large and magnificent tombstones became, much stronger than ordinary stone monuments, and some more important people were obviously buried here.

What if the tombstone is beautiful? Lao Zeng often thought like this, if you die, you will die, no matter how you call the wind and rain in front of you, after death you will be a cup of dust. This monk is nothing more than a few years longer than mortals, sooner or later he will die, and he has worked hard to cultivate all his life, is it really my mortal who has lived freely for decades?

Thinking of this, Lao Zeng shook his head, humming a little song while pacing back to the house leisurely.

"Well, here......" was about to return to the house, passing by a particularly conspicuous large stone monument, Lao Zeng suddenly stopped in surprise.

He knew very well that a few years ago, the owner of the stele was buried at this time, and it attracted all the tomb keepers to watch, and the mixed discussions alone lasted for several days.

The person buried here is the "Master Nie Jun", who was known as the strongest person in Dongchen Kingdom and the peak realm of spirit refining.

On the same day, he died violently in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Emperor Spirit Academy, and the death of Master Nie Jun caused an earthquake in the upper echelons of the entire empire. This legendary figure, who achieved nothing before the age of eighty and advanced by leaps and bounds after the age of eighty, failed to escape the destiny of heaven after all, and when he was one step away from the pseudo-saint realm, he mysteriously left this shijie.

"Ah?!The tomb has been robbed!" Lao Zeng was stunned for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed! In front of his eyes, the lower end of this originally magnificent and tall tombstone actually cracked a large mouth silently, and the black hole was just enough for a person to enter and exit, and it was obviously leading to the inside of the tomb.

Lao Zeng ran to the residence in a panic, for after so many years, it was the first time he had encountered a tomb robbery! After the monk died, there was never a custom of accompanying the burial, and there was nothing to rob at all. Unless the enemy comes to the door and digs up the grave and burns the corpse to take revenge! Thinking of this, Lao Zeng panicked even more......

A day later, the Imperial Guard's Praetorian Guard and several of the elders gathered here, looking at the tombstone with gloomy faces.

"Master Nie Jun, how much offense! If we find out which daring fanatic it is, we will definitely use the bloody blade with our own hands to avenge the master!" an old man in an elder's robe threw his hand at the tombstone and swore sharply, "Enlighten the tombstone!" He then shouted, and several workers then rushed up, holding tools and began to open the entire tomb.

It's not a huge project, it can be completed quickly, but the whole process, several people around are skeptical. The burial of monks has always been pure into the earth, and if there is really any magic weapon inheritance mantle, a separate place will be arranged for burial. What's more, Master Nie Jun is an elder of the empire, and when he died, all the treasures of his wealth were left to the empire, which is also well known.

After a while, the tombstone opened, and only a coffin remained in the tomb. But when the coffin came into view, several elders suddenly gasped. The coffin, which was supposed to be closed, was now wide open, and the coffin was empty.

"Where is Master Nie Jun's body?!" the elder who took the lead exclaimed, and everyone was dumbfounded......