On this night, the bell rang in the mountain, and the sky was clear. This night, the mountain wind is blowing, the rain is sunny, this night, the sound of the Xuanguang Temple in the middle of the road is all over the world, waking up the nearby mountain people who don't know how many sleepers.

"Taiyi Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! disciples, a hundred years of watch, loyal as one, worthy of the Taoist, worthy of the teacher, the master is here to thank you" When the Zijin Taoist Temple was worn on Zhou Cheng's head, Zhou Cheng was the master of this view, the ancestor of everyone present, and the successor of the thousand-year-old inheritance of the entrance view. And this large number of Xuanguangguan disciples who lingered in the world and did not enter the reincarnation have also completed the obsession of not giving up on life and death and lingering in the world.

Life and death, this ritual that should have been completed by the living, was completed by a group of ghosts who had been dead for more than a hundred years after the Xuanguang Temple was destroyed for more than a hundred years.

And the 100-year watch should come to an end today.

When Zhou Cheng turned around, looked deeply at the phantoms in the hall, and said the above words, the phantoms laughed, and then the hall was full of crying.

Life and death are gone, this is a ghost crying. It is not only for the passing of this glorious royal Taoist temple "crying", but also for the end of his own watch.

The Dao Bell burst, and when the one hundred and eighth Dao Bell rang, right in front of Zhou Cheng's eyes, in the midst of the crying of this group of former Xuanguan Guan disciples, the ghost market of Xuanguang Guan began to blur a little bit.

The hundred-year wait is finally coming to an end, the obsession is gone, and the cycle of life and death has begun to return. Everything here will return dust to dust and dust to dust. What should not be in the world will eventually disappear tonight.

One era of the entrance view is over, and another era has quietly arrived.

"Taiyi Immeasurable Voice to Save the Suffering Tianzun!" Zhou Cheng turned around and looked at the old man beside him who took his hand and walked into the entrance view, and today he personally tied his hair and crowned the scarf for himself.

It's both goodbye and thanks.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" the old Taoist elder smiled, and then returned the salute. It's a relieved smile. Behind the smile, there may be reluctance, as well as nostalgia and entrustment.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Isn't it the obsession to pass on this thousand-year-old view by lingering in the world for a hundred years? Now that the heir designated by the patriarch has been found, his responsibility in the world ends here. In the future, Xuanguangguan is no longer his responsibility, but Zhoucheng's.

"This is your degree!" The old Taoist took out a text with a yellow dragon pattern brocade cover and a bright red royal seal on it, and solemnly handed it to Zhou Cheng with both hands.

This is the Taoist monk of the Ming Dynasty?

It's been changed twice, can it still be used?

Zhou Cheng was suspicious, but he still had to respectfully accept "himself" Taoist priest. It's just that the moment he started, Zhou Chengcheng knew that something was wrong.

It doesn't have the light and fluttery feeling of paper, but has a heavy and cool feeling. Zhou Cheng cautiously touched the cover of Du Mu, and knew that this was an ordinary Du Mu. This is a golden book of jade butterflies.

Holding the degree of gold and jade achievement, Zhou Chengcai remembered another identity of "Xuanguangguan", an identity that was too prominent not to be wanted - the royal palace. With the transcendent status of "Xuanguang View", it is not an incredible thing to have a golden book of jade!

Zhou Cheng opened the degree, and the first thing he saw was "The Treasure Seal of the Ming Emperor", and then he saw his own common name, road number, and the following years, months and days.

Zhou Cheng was shocked, because this was the degree that his master who had never met personally did for him. And the name on it is clearly written: "Shuzhou, Zhou Cheng, Yun Chengzi, the third day of the fifth month of the year of Jiashen"

His master was so powerful, he really foresaw his arrival two hundred years ago, not only his name, nationality, but even the time was calculated so accurately.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng's admiration for his master was like mountains and rivers, and it was out of control.

It is easy to calculate, it is always easy to generalize, but difficult to trivial. It's like standing on a high mountain and looking into the distance, it's easy to see the general scenery in the distance, but how difficult is it to see grasshoppers on the grass in that hazy landscape?

It is precisely because Zhou Cheng himself has learned easy calculation that he knows the difficulty, and the deduction of the way of heaven is really complicated and infinite, and there are countless possibilities for any detail. It is really because of this that Zhou Cheng knows what is behind this golden book of jade butterflies?

This is the skill of immortals, this is the supreme supernatural power of omniscience and omnipotence?

I have to say that after hundreds of years, the Great Immortal Master of the Dust still gave himself a great shock to this little apprentice, so that this guy deeply understood for the first time what is a vast supernatural power and what a master is as big as the sky!

Of course, the current Zhou Cheng doesn't know the "insidious intentions" of the master who left him this golden book of jade butterflies hundreds of years ago, and he is now carefully putting away his "degree", the jade is very easy to break, even if the degree of the previous dynasty can no longer be used now, but the value is much more valuable than a modern "Taoist certificate".

And later, Zhou Cheng seemed to be able to say openly: "Who said that I am a wild Taoist, I am a regular Taoist priest who has obtained a certificate hundreds of years ago." ”

"Thank you," Zhou Cheng returned the salute to the old Taoist chief.

Zhou Cheng didn't know what to call this old Taoist leader, according to the seniority of the sect, he was the ancestor of the old Taoist leader. But according to age, this is his ancestor...

"Don't dare, don't dare, master doesn't have to be like this! This is what a disciple should do. The old Taoist respectfully replied. With the projection in this illusion becoming more and more blurred, the old Taoist knew that the time for the others to linger in the world was already in front of him.

He has lived in Xuanguangguan all his life, although he was not born here, but from the beginning of his sensibility until he died, he was living as a disciple of Xuanguangguan. No one here loves this Taoist temple more deeply than him, and no one hopes more deeply than him that the Xuanguang Temple can be passed on forever.

This is faith, but also faith. Even if you go through life and death, you can't change your original intention!

The old Taoist took a deep look at this hall, and saluted Zhou Chengji: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Zhou Cheng was silent. Of course he knows what the so-called "quitting" means!

This is a farewell, with this Taoist ghost city that was conjured up by the obsession of all the disciples in the temple after death, dissipated into nothingness, and never returned.

This is also the price, the price of lingering in the world for a hundred years, and it is also the price of this kind of ghost market Taoist temple that can be transformed and protect the Taoist temple for a hundred years.

Zhou Cheng can't save them, and he can't keep everything here.

Watching the phantoms of all the disciples exit the main hall like a tide, accompanied by the chanting of scriptures, with this glorious evil palace view, it slowly turned into nothingness. Zhou Cheng took a deep last look at the statue of Shizun in the ghost market.

Zhou Cheng felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Because he saw the ruthlessness of Taishang in this glorious palace view of nothingness.

"Is this what Master wants?" Zhou Cheng asked in his heart, and then he stood there, motionless like a puppet, until the entire ghost market dissipated and the world returned to silence.

Zhou Cheng didn't believe that his master hadn't seen everything today, and he didn't believe that his master wouldn't know the end of these ghosts!

Why is it that he is indifferent when he has the ability to change, not only does he not try to change, but he also uses his prophet to lay out this "chess game" early?

Zhou Cheng didn't have such pious beliefs, nor did he have such deep feelings for Xuanguang Guan, and because he didn't, Zhou Cheng wouldn't understand what was going on in the hearts of the last group of disciples before the catastrophe, and he didn't understand why they had to pay such a price, just for a patriarch's testament, an ethereal prophecy a hundred years later.

It is precisely because I don't understand that I sympathize, and because I am powerless, I am angry!

Is this the path of cultivation and truth-seeking, and this the inevitable path of longevity?

The edge of the dust is cut off, the seven emotions are gone, there is no joy and no sorrow, and it is transcendent!

"Oh, oh, oh!" Just when Zhou Cheng was confused because of the dissipation of the ghost city, the sound of bells suddenly came from the sky. The voice was distant and magnificent, as if it came from beyond the heavens.

Zhou Cheng was awakened by the sound of the bell, and hurriedly followed the bell to look up, and then only saw the light, the immeasurable golden light. Like the morning light, vast and bright.