In the blink of an eye, it was a day, and another year was fleeting.

In this way, spring turned to autumn, and five years have passed since the slaughter of Kayama Village.

In the autumn night, the stars in the night sky sprinkled a glow, this glow scattered on the yellowed leaves of Qingfeng Mountain, it put on a xia coat for Qingfeng Mountain, a gust of mountain wind blew, as if a fairy fell into the world to dance, beautiful, cool.

And above Qingfeng Mountain, a figure in a gray robe roared in the air.

"Huh?" As if he had discovered something, the figure suddenly froze.

After a slight pause in the air, the figure flashed and landed on the love stone.

This is an old man, his gray robe is draped, his face is yellow and thin, but his eyes are like stars in the night, very deep, and there are even traces of gray light flickering, which looks particularly strange.

"It's just an ordinary cliff, but why is there such a powerful resentment here, and it even affects the nature of this heaven and earth?" the gray-clothed old man muttered to himself in confusion, and after hesitating for a moment, he jumped down to the cliff.

Whew, whew.

The strong air flow blew the old man's clothes and hunted, but the old man's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and his body still fell quickly to the bottom of the cliff.

Ten zhang, twenty zhang, fifty zhang, until he was close to falling a hundred zhang, the old man's body stopped, and the black robe slowly fell, and he finally reached the bottom of the cliff.

"It's so heavy that the moonlight can't even shine down. ”

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the old man looked at a place suddenly.

"I wanted to go to the Stygian Mountain, but now, it really doesn't take any effort to come, hehe. The old man in black smiled, his voice was very soft, but there was a gloom in it.

"Come out, the old man knows that you have become conscious. The old man spoke into the distance, where a broken sword was stuck diagonally on the rock, and next to the broken sword was a tattered green shirt, and under the green shirt was covered with a white bone.

"What, do you think you can hide it from the old man? Hmph, if you don't come out, the old man will disappear in you immediately. After finishing speaking, a red flame suddenly appeared in the palm of the old man's hand, which was particularly dazzling under this dark cliff, and even the yin qi under the cliff was dispelled.

"Seniors and slow"

At this moment, a sharp voice came from under the green shirt at this moment, and then, a green butterfly also appeared in the air, if you look closely, the butterfly's face is exactly the same as Su Zhi.

That's right, this is Su Zhi, but now his face is extremely ugly, and as soon as the flame in the old man's hand comes out, his soul is trembling.

In a trance, I couldn't recall the scene after he fell off the cliff

After Su Zhi fell off the cliff, there was no miracle, although he was unwilling, but he still fell to his death at the bottom of the cliff.

Originally, after his death, his soul should have returned to heaven and earth, disappearing into nothingness.

But just as he was about to disappear, a sigh suddenly sounded: "What is the love in the world? You bought the old man's white jade butterfly, then you will be stained with the old man's cause and effect, and today I will give you a copy of the Feather Sutra, hoping to do it yourself. ”

After the voice disappeared, the two white jade butterflies on Su Zhi's body began to move, and finally flew out of his corpse, one turned into a piece of scripture and entered his mind, while the other fused his soul, he only felt a shock in his body, and then lost consciousness.

It wasn't until a year later that Su Zhi slowly woke up, his eyes were blank and muddy, but after half a month, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The second year.

A figure appeared in Su Zhi's mind, the figure stood proudly above the sky, and the cosmic stars were stepping on under his feet. He was as tall as a mountain, but his face was depressed and indignant at this time: "The sky is unkind, all things are dogs, monks are unkind, and mortals are like grass mustard."

However, if there are no monks, why is the sky? If there are no mortals, how can the monks rise? Metamorphosis of mortal body, detachment of mortal womb, step by step feathering and ascending to immortal"

The sound continued, and it seemed to carry some kind of bewitching power, constantly guiding and gathering Su Zhi's soul to prevent it from dissipating.

Time passed like this, until the third year.

Su Zhi opened his eyes again, because he had been unconscious for a long time, his eyes were very confused. He instinctively tried to get up, but he immediately fell down, and then he was horrified to find that he had turned into a white jade butterfly.

"This, this" Su Zhi couldn't believe it, he took a closer look at himself, and finally confirmed that he had indeed turned into a butterfly, and it was exactly the same as the white jade butterfly he had bought before.

He flapped his wings and tried to fly. After a few attempts, he finally flew in the air, and at the moment he was very entangled, he was obviously flying in the air, but there was his corpse on the ground.

"Could it be that the folk legends are true? There are really demons and monsters in the world? But what am I now? demons, ghosts?" Su Zhi shook his head, his worldview completely subverted.

"No matter, it's good that I'm not dead, I should be at the bottom of the cliff now?" Su Zhi's eyes pondered.

"That's right, bandit, girl!" Thinking about it, Su Zhi immediately became anxious, "No, I'm going to fly up, I'm going to find the girl back." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Su Zhi immediately flew towards the cliff, but he slowly discovered that he couldn't fly out of the three zhang radius of his corpse, and forcibly flew out a little, and his body faded a little. Eventually, he felt his consciousness begin to blur, and as a last resort, he retreated.

At the same time, he understands that he should be a soul, a soul who is unwilling to turn into a soul after death.

"Cangtian, since you won't let me die, why do you want to treat me like this?" Su Zhi roared.

Finally, two hours later, he had to accept the reality, "That's it, even if I fly up the cliff now, with the way I am now, I'm afraid I can't do anything." Su Zhi looked at his green wings and lowered his head.

"That's right, Feather Sutra. If what I experienced before was not a dream, then this sutra will definitely help me. It wasn't long before he jerked his head up again, as if grasping at a life-saving straw in despair.

In this way, he began to think about it, study, and another month passed, and he finally figured out that this Feather Transformation Sutra was an extremely esoteric cultivation technique, but in order to achieve something, the most basic thing was to have a body, and he obviously didn't have it.

Another two months passed, and finally the hard work paid off, Su Zhi succeeded, he did not practice the specific operation of the Feather Sutra, but he initially cultivated the general outline of the Feather Sutra.

Every time he silently recited the general outline of the Feather Sutra in his abdomen, the yin qi around him was absorbed by him, and his soul was condensed, and later, he was even more surprised to find that as soon as his soul was condensed, he would be able to leave his corpse one foot more.

Then he was overjoyed, because he saw hope, the hope of flying up the cliff.

By the fifth year, Su Zhi's soul had completely condensed into a substance, no longer ethereal, and he could even fly away from his corpse thirty feet away.

However, it was in this year that the old man in gray appeared.

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Looking at the butterfly flying in the air, the old man was surprised, and as soon as he flipped his palm, the flames disappeared, and he groaned slightly, "Even ordinary monks will return to heaven and earth immediately after death, and you are obviously just a mortal, not only will your soul not disperse after death, but also form an entity, incredible, incredible, but why is it a butterfly, not a human body?"

"Senior, the kid is just a mortal, and after death, he became a ghost because of his unwillingness. As for why it's a butterfly body, the younger generation doesn't know!" Su Zhi opened his mouth worriedly, the person in front of him was obviously not a good stubble, and it was likely to be a legendary immortal cultivator in the world.

"Hmph, I actually want to deceive the old man, there are countless people who die because of unwillingness, if you can turn into a soul just because you are unwilling, then there are countless unjust souls in this world. Since you don't want to say it, the old man only has to search for souls. After the old man in gray finished speaking, his right hand was in the air!

Su Zhi felt the strong traction, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move, and in an instant, he was caught by his old man.

Looking at the struggling Su Zhi, the old man did not hesitate at all, and a divine sense overflowed, directly piercing into Su Zhi's soul sea, and then closed his eyes and felt it.

Half an hour later.

"It's actually for love, no wonder the resentment is so big. However, there really isn't anything special in this kid's memory? "The old man's divine sense withdrew from Su Zhi's sea of knowledge, and in a short period of time, he checked Su Zhi's life, but he didn't find anything related to the Feather Sutra.

At this moment, Su Zhi fell in the hands of the old man, motionless, obviously the old man's so-called soul search caused him great harm.

"Feng'er's Soul Eater Banner is missing one Soul Banner, today is captured for you and me, and it is also your destiny, the Yin Soul Bag can keep your soul body from dispersing, go in. After speaking, a black pocket appeared in the old man's hand.

He threw Su Zhi into his pocket, and then flew up, disappearing in a moment.

Only a green-shirted skeleton was left under the cliff, and the sword was half-amputated.