From the waterway in the secret passage, down the way, sit on a sturdy light boat, accompanied by a secret box. The place of Xianyang Mountain has nothing to do with Tang Yi.

Removing the delicate camouflage veil from his face, Tang Yi returned to his original appearance.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, narrow corners, high nose, white face. It's really nothing to worry about, and with a face that is too tender, it gives people the appearance of a young man who is very easy to deceive.

He didn't care about the accumulated grievances that Li Ziqun and Jiang Ming might have, nor did he care about the major conflicts that might occur on the mountain.

Coming out of Middle-earth, he changed his outfit and changed his appearance on the way. The people along the way, except for the Sun brothers, saw another appearance of Tang Yi.

So Tang Yi didn't care what Li Ziqun would think and do. For him, as long as he gets out of this waterway, the "Tang relics" will disappear completely.

He may have died when he left Middle-earth, or maybe he was on Xianyang Mountain, but this was not a matter of concern for him.

Moreover, this time the army will attack Xianyang Mountain, which will attract everyone's attention. For him, the Hou Ye, who seems to be very crucial in the incident, the follow-up impact of the incident will have completely overwhelmed the attention of the search for Tang Yi.

The line between the imperial court and the Xianmen faction was pulled once by the "Huangyuan Rebellion" that year. And now, after years of accumulation of civilian classics, the imperial court's military reserves have been sufficient. The strength line of the two sides is approaching, so that line is also on the verge of collapse.

At this critical moment, Tang Yi made a cut-off person.

"It's a historical necessity, no wonder I. Tang Yi thought so in his heart, he was very strange that he did not have a vision from heaven when he was "born", and his current actions are almost worthy of his identity as a rebirth.

At the end of the secret passage was a small opening, overgrown with weeds, and the edge of the cave wall was covered with moss, and I think the dim tunnel in this secret passage was the same.

When the boat came out, Tang Yi moved to the back of the boat, and he originally planned to hold on to the cave wall and stop to investigate, but the turbulent current directly pulled the boat out and downstream.

Tang Yizheng wondered how the seemingly calm water surface could have such strength, and suddenly there was a distant and heavy bell in his ears.

"Bell!"

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On the Great Compassion Mountain, the death knell in the Temple of Little Compassion sounded. It's not for a certain character, it's for the whole world.

One, two, three...... The death knell has passed eight rings, and the interval is getting longer and longer, and in the Dade Treasure Hall, the Buddha bead in the old monk's right hand has stopped rotating.

The little monk who was originally frolicking on the side was also silent, and the entire temple was frozen together.

Only the young monk who swept the floor outside the hall was still the same, waving the broom in his hand diligently.

This "rustling" sound calmed the hearts of the people around him, but it couldn't stop the death knell from continuing to ring through the small temple of compassion that seemed to be empty because of the silence.

The ninth ring, when the old monk's stiff right hand was about to move, came as scheduled.

The old monk closed his eyes and began to chant the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the Buddha beads were moved by him two by three.

In this silent world, only three objects can still make sounds: one is the broom of a young monk, the mouthpiece of an old monk, and the other is the death knell hanging from the temple.

The ninth ring was very long, but there was no time to catch his breath, and the tenth rang followed.

"Bell ......"

It's not as hasty as before, but it's slowed down, but it's also longer.

The old monk had no choice but to stop talking, and now all that was left was the sound of the broom handle in the young man's hand hitting the ground.

"Buckle ......"

After the tenth ring, the death knell had not been heard for a long time, but it was still eerily quiet.

No one knows when the eleventh ring will come, because it has never appeared, and the most that can be recorded in history is the tenth ring.

However, this time the oppressive force was far greater than usual, and it made the strongest Buddha in history close his mouth at the tenth ring.

"Bell!"

As expected, the eleventh rang out. Others don't know, only the Buddha understands, and now it's not just a few relevant people who can hear it. The whole world listened to this voice.

The young man finally stopped struggling.

After the eleventh ring, the frozen air in the temple was broken, and a small discussion sounded.

The Buddha is still sitting upright in the lotus seat, in front of the sad Buddha, with no joy or sorrow on his face.

The young man still didn't make a move, and the two of them remained silent at the same time.

Seeing that the two crucial figures did not move, the others also stopped, and the temple fell into calm again.

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On Zhongnan Mountain, the Taoist was in the study of the temple to revise the classics, and when he heard the bell ringing, he stopped.

And now, he's waiting for the twelfth ring.

A wonderful premonition, or is it a premonition?

He didn't know, but he did stop, he felt it represented too much.

Outside, the effect of the bell had passed, and the student lingered outside the door, for though he had knocked on the door, the man had not answered the door.

He didn't have the time to pay attention to him, the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, and in a hundred years, his heart had not beaten so strongly as it did now.

Obviously entered the Dao realm, would he still be like this?

He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, but he couldn't.

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Tang Yi was on that boat, and like the monks in the Xiaobei Temple, he listened to eleven rings.

In fact, at the eighth ring, he fainted because he couldn't withstand the bell.

But even so, he still heard the eleventh ring.

Tang Yi knew what the death knell meant, and before it sounded, the disaster in the world intensified a little.

And only a few Chosen People will hear this bell outside the Temple of Little Compassion.

"I was born without a vision, but now I am here. ”

And this vision is really very impressive.

Tang Yi thought that it should be over now, so he was going to fall asleep.

"Bell ......!"

Another bell rang woke him up, and even more shocked the Buddha's beads, and shocked the "hundred directions" of the delusional Qingdao people.

In the minds of people all over the world, visions are competing to emerge.

Some are flying dragons, some are dragonflies and water, thousands of people and thousands of faces, and all kinds of visions are endless.

Tang Yi was shocked by this, but he was awakened from a coma.

When he woke up, it was a different scene.

There was one more man on his boat, or rather, he got on one man's boat.

The secret box around him is still there, but the boat has become another.

In front of him, there was a burly man, wearing a hat and holding a bamboo pole in his hand, gently rippling the boat.

"Little brother, where are you going?"