Seeing Zhang Yong this time, the other party can be said to have a great change in temperament.

It's normal for things to happen suddenly.

But...... I always felt that something was wrong.

Just like when I saw him outside the secret of Tianfu, although he was restrained and cowardly, it was very in line with the identity of the descendants of the declining Wang clan.

But I always feel uncomfortable inexplicably.

This kind of "uncomfortable" does not mean that Jiang Wang has any opinions or bad perceptions of others.

It was just that he had a good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.

It's just that he subconsciously feels that it's not appropriate and unnatural.

It's like the state of the person at that time, there is some dissonance. And at this moment, this Zhang Yong, who is in shape, although he is sad, dead, vigilant, and painful, Jiang Wang has a very strange feeling, this is the real him.

There is no logical reason, it is the most direct feeling.

Anyway, since it was judged that there was no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang would not stay here and continue to waste time.

Yang is located in the northwest of Qi country, and it is a good hand who drives a car, and a horse pulls a cart.

has the name of the Chongxuan family, and the carriage moves forward unimpeded and steadily.

And Jiang Wang sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to practice.

......

Maple Grove City.

Almost all the vitality was extinguished, except for a faint fire of life, which burned on a man who described it as withered.

I don't know how long it has been.

The Maple Grove seems to have lost the meaning of time, and the only person who can prove the passage of time is probably behind this person...... The almost endless grave of Namanyan.

He is alone, burying everyone.

He remembered that this was supposed to be the land of the Wang clan.

Oh, what part of Maple Grove City he didn't know?

How many years has he lived here?

Memories are such a torturous thing.

Ling River trudging through the ruins,

The erosion of the Nether's aura may have taken his life a long time ago, but for some reason, he always hung a sigh of relief.

That breath was not breathing, but a wisp of breath floating in the Tongtian Palace, with a clear color of Xuan and Huang.

Ling He didn't know that it was the merit brought by him using the "Taishang Salvation Sutra" to surpass the deceased.

The upper and lower are yellow, and the color of heaven and earth is also.

All he knew was that he was alive.

Since you are still alive, you have to do something, do something.

He is a man of perseverance and perseverance.

It is precisely with this perseverance and perseverance that his cultivation has never been far behind.

Ling He couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had piled up.

He just walked forward, saw the corpse, put it in the ground, and chanted for it.

And so, repeatedly.

He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang family, which was probably the most neglected place to live.

But Ling He wouldn't care about that. He never cares about the rich, the poor, the cheap, the beautiful and the ugly, he is the "bad good person" in Zhao Rucheng's mouth.

Oddly enough, it seems that the most people died here.

They died not from the Plague, but from some powerful force, and almost instantaneously, they were killed without resistance.

Ling He pursed his dry lips.

Start digging the pit.

Buried all the way, built tombs all the way.

There was a small courtyard in front of it, and unexpectedly, most of the houses collapsed in a disaster of that scale.

Only this small courtyard is still intact.

But after all, it was deserted.

Ling He pushed the door and walked in, and the first thing he saw was the rotten corpse of the orange cat.

The smell of corpses was nothing, and he had been used to it these days.

What made him uncomfortable was the death of the orange cat, who should have dismembered it.

This cruelty made him frown.

He thought about it, dug a small pit, buried it, and recited scriptures for it.

Ling He continued to walk forward, walked into the bedroom, and found Wang Changxiang's body lying on his back. Because of the success of the practice, the corpse has not yet decomposed.

The expression he saw on Wang Changxiang's face was something he hadn't seen on anyone's face all the way over.

That expression was not too painful, but there was some ...... Peace?

Without much thought, Ling He stepped forward to carry Wang Changxiang's body out of the room, and then dug a pit in the courtyard and buried him next to the orange cat.

When he was done with all this, he looked around, and under the chaise longue in the courtyard, he found a scripture book that had fallen to the ground.

It seems to have been flipped halfway by whom, but fell in a hurry.

The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.

Ling He looked at Wang Changxiang's grave and thought that the owner of this courtyard should not be Wang Changxiang, but he must have a close relationship with him.

Ling He stepped forward, picked up the scripture, and looked at the cover.

The book cover should have been made by the owner of the book himself, and it was very meticulous and proper. On the cover of the book is written in a dignified and calm font - "The Book of Salvation".

Ling He couldn't help but sit down on the recliner and began to flip through the scriptures.

He was too tired, but the physical exhaustion was not too hard.

What is really unbearable is the pain in the heart.

Every corpse he buried with his own hands seemed to tell him that those experiences were not nightmares.

It's something that actually happened and can never be undone.

Perhaps there is a way in the Taoist scriptures to solve the helplessness of the soul.

Although there is no magic power in the Duren Sutra itself, as a scripture and Taoist canon, it is the core classic of Penglai Island.

Its full name should be "Taishang Cave Xuanling Treasure Immeasurable Human Superior Wonderful Sutra".

This sutra is known as the head of the group scriptures, the sect of ten thousand laws, and the source of all one dharma realm.

Reciting this sutra, it is said that it can eliminate natural disasters, protect the emperor, poison the people, and protect both men and women, and live forever.

This is a sutra for preaching, not a sutra for practice, so it is not a top secret.

Of course, it was originally supernatural, but the copy was not supernatural.

The true value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth expounded in the scriptures. Those who have wisdom roots may be able to claim a thing or two from it.

Since ancient times, there have been Taoist priests, Confucians, and Zen masters who have been poor and do not practice supernatural exercises.

And such profound knowledge, the secrets of the classics, many of them have been enlightened once, and they have great magical powers with great wisdom, and they have reached the top of the extraordinary in one step, and they are rumored to be beautiful talks.

It is rumored that those who can read through the "Book of Talents" are known as "immortal noble beings, immeasurable people, open eight doors, and fly to the sky**." Blessings and forbiddenness, karma. Universally open, the soul of the dead is born. The body is born, and the heavens are heard. ”

Of course, it's just a rumor, and no one has really seen it.

However, it is the fundamental cultivation of Penglai Island, "The High Sage Taishang Yuchen Sutra", which is indeed immeasurable.

Together with the "Purple Void Gao Miao Taishang Sutra" of Yujing Mountain, the "Mixed Yuan Birth Sutra" and the "Kaihuang Late Tribulation Sutra" of Daluo Mountain, they are listed in the world's strongest cultivation methods.

The special feature of this scripture obtained by Ling He lies in the commentary of the original owner of the scripture.

In his opinion, he should be an old Taoist priest who lives in the Wang clan for some reason. He has a very deep understanding of the Taoist classics, and his writing is plain and far-reaching, and he has won the charm of Taoism.

Ling He didn't agree with some concepts, but he also had to admit that the other party had a certain amount of truth.

It's just that the more I turn back, the more I can feel a faint depression.

"Perhaps, after reading the Bible to a certain extent, you have already foreseen today's tragedy?"

The thought in Ling He's mind turned lightly,

He picked up a dead leaf as a bookmark, took the book with him, and left the courtyard.

It's time to continue the things that surpass the dead.

He decided to read two pages a day to explain his understanding and corroborate it with the commentary.

It's going to be one of the hard days.

If he survives.

Lewen