Above the Clouds

Chapter 202

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Although according to the wishes of the Buddhist and Taoist saints, the things in Mianfeng Gallery had already been taken away by Zhong Guanyuan, Yun Qing still decided to go there and take a look. en8. Because Zhong Guanyuan's footsteps are not very fast, and he is panting for a long time even after running a few steps, Yun Qing might be able to catch up after going to Mianfeng Gallery to find out his whereabouts.

At this time, the crescent moon has been obscured by clouds and smoke, and the twinkling stars have formed a silver river, flowing through the dark sky and flowing into the distant void.

The cold pool water under the Jieyou Cliff made a tinkling sound, and the crisp sound became more and more hollow in the night. Jiuhuan sang softly to the beat of the water droplets, sipping wine one after another, looking quite contented.

"Hey, it's Lord Huang Quan." Jiu Huan smiled at Yun Qing and threw a wine jar to her, "Want a drink?"

As soon as Yun Qing came up, she saw a wine jar flying towards her. She subconsciously smashed the jar, and the rich aroma of wine scattered all over the floor.

"The Demon Lord doesn't like it?" Jiu Huan looked at the fine wine seeping into the soil with some regret.

Yun Qing nodded calmly: "I don't like it."

"How can there be people who don't like wine... Hahaha..." Jiu Huan laughed loudly, "Jieyouya, Wangchou wine, carefree and free, why doesn't the Demon Lord like it?"

Yun Qing looked at her for a while. Jiu Huan looked very good and her body was as plump and slim as ever. She didn't look like she was rumored to have been imprisoned by Jinghua Immortal for decades.

"When you have worries, you need to relieve them. When you have worries, you need to forget them. I have no worries and I have no worries, so I don't need what you say."

Jiu Huan then raised his eyes to take a closer look at her. The direct descendant of the demonic path in front of him looked very young, but his aura was restrained, he was modest and steady, and there was no trace of the innocence that a child should have in his brows.

In the early days of the war, when the dispute between Immortalism and Buddhism started, Jinghua and Jiuhuan had a dispute. At that time, the senior sister of Mianfenglang, Jiu Huan, was in charge of the peace, while Jinghua, who had been promoted to the first position of the direct descendant, was in charge of the battle. In the end, Jinghua used thunderous means to control the power of Mianfeng Gallery, supported Huohuang as a puppet, used Huohuang to control Fengxian, and then suppressed Jiuhuan, Zhuhe and the elders of the faction. Jinghua Immortal is not top-notch in cultivation, but his tactics are extremely clever. Even among all contemporary direct descendants, he is second to none.

The whole process was like clouds and flowing water, and Mianfenglang launched an orthodox dispute against Guiling Temple almost instantly. This internal fight had a wide impact at the time, and Jinghua immediately became the leader of Xiaoyao Dao, while the senior sister who was also amazingly talented was gradually forgotten. en8.

Hu Hanmei said at that time that among the disciples of Mianfenglang's generation, only Jinghua had the courage to lead them into troubled times, and Yun Qing also felt the same. Xiaoyao Dao is not suitable for conquests in troubled times, but it is even more impossible to avoid disasters. If it is not suitable, they have to go on bravely. It is good to have a rare alien like Jinghua to lead them.

It's just a pity that a woman like Jiu Huan, who is full of talents and talents but cannot be rewarded, should have been free and easy, but she fell into such confinement.

"No worries..." Jiu Huan looked at Yun Qing, her eyes filled with mist and mist like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, "How do you think we can be truly worry-free?"

Yun Qing thought for a moment and said to her: "There are two rivers in the Wuwu Demon Realm."

Jiu Huan didn't know why: "What two rivers?"

"These two rivers are called Wangchuan and Jichuan. The intersection of the two rivers is Huangquan." Yun Qing thought as he continued to talk to her, "We raised the human race in the Wuwu Demon Realm and let them drink Wangchuan. Sichuan water, forget the troubles and pains of the world, and let them drink Jichuan water, remember the twists and turns of this life and the past, and so on endlessly."

Jiu Huan listened as if listening to a story. She didn't know much about Wuliang Demon Realm. One hundred thousand years have passed, and these nine demon sects have long faded out of the world of practitioners. Everything about them is just a legend to outsiders. Nowadays, people in Wuhuangmo Realm have not had deep contact with people when they enter the world. At most, they are active in the West and East China Seas.

"But there are some things that even Wangchuan and Jichuan cannot erase. They have existed in the human souls for a long time. Practitioners call them Huigen and Lingming." Yun Qing smiled and pointed to her forehead. , a little light shines from the center of the eyebrows, which is where the spirit is.

Jiu Huan had already vaguely guessed what she was going to say, but still listened to her quietly.

Yun Qing said: "Those who will be manipulated by Wangchuan and Jichuan are people without wisdom. After drinking the water of Wangchuan, they will forget their worries, and after drinking the water of Jichuan, they will remember their worries. In this way, they are manipulated by There is no way to achieve enlightenment with your thoughts. If you are worried, then worry about it painfully. If you are worried, then worry about it quickly. It is up to you to resolve your worries and forget about them. It is not up to you. This cold pool wine."

Jiu Huan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, the Demon Lord is indeed a talented person in this world! I haven't felt enlightened after thinking about it for so long. It turns out that it doesn't matter whether I am worried or not worried. I am in control of myself.”

"The Immortal Lord has wisdom, but he is just blinded by some trivial things." Yun Qing lowered her eyes, folded her hands in her sleeves, and her emotions didn't seem to fluctuate much.

"You can't blame others." Jiu Huan's slender fingertips tapped the edge of the wine jar, and some playful beats made her voice sound lighter than before, "I am a woman, and I have no time to be with a scholar. This is what Jinghua said. Many times, I couldn’t listen to it myself, so I could only feel sad and worried about it.”

"The Immortal Lord belongs to someone..." Uncharacteristically, Yun Qing began to inquire about gossip, but Jiu Huan didn't pay much attention.

"Yes, when I was experiencing the mortal world, I had a lot of karma with the scribe god of the Heavenly Palace. I was trapped in it for so many years, but later I realized that he didn't take it seriously at all." Jiu Huan smiled bitterly.

"Zhong Guanyuan?" A big "I didn't expect" flashed through Yun Qing's heart. Zhong Guanyuan was as ordinary as straw in front of a proud man like Jiu Huan. He didn't know what Jiu Huan liked about him back then. …

"He can still see just standing there and not talking." Jiu Huan smiled again, "It's more like that if you blindfold your eyes."

Yun Qing felt that the sarcasm on his face might be a little too strong, so he restrained himself a little: "Speaking of him, I wonder if the Immortal Master can tell me something about Senior Zhong's whereabouts?"

"Most likely he is going back to the Heavenly Palace." Jiu Huan shook his head and said, "Did Master Huangquan want to chase him all the way? That is not a place that people in this world can reach."

"Senior Zhong, is he traveling so fast? It would be great if I intercepted him before he arrived at Tiangong?" Yun Qing heard something was wrong with her words, and Jiu Huan seemed to be convinced that she could not catch up with Zhong Guanyuan.

"If you can't catch up, he still has Ji Yihe with him. Who can run on two legs if he can use magic?" Jiu Huan shook her head again, with a mocking smile on her lips, "That Bai Bai The Emperor's descendant is the most outstanding of this generation's direct descendants of Shinto, but he has some flaws in his temperament. He seems to be very timid, and he can kill more than anyone else at critical moments. He will fight to the death for even one of Zhong Guanyuan's hairs."

Yun Qing listened to her with great interest. Jiu Huan really didn't have an ordinary understanding of Shinto people. This was probably due to the causal bond between her and Zhong Guanyuan.

"What kind of place is the Heavenly Palace?" Yun Qing asked the question that concerned him most. Since there was nothing he could do with Zhong Guanyuan for the time being, he should get some information about Shinto first so as to prepare for the future.

Jiu Huan pondered for a while: "The Heavenly Palace is not the present place, but a place in the past. It existed a hundred thousand years ago, so we cannot reach it."

These words are very mysterious, but Yun Qing has already understood: "Did the gods tamper with the passage of time to stay?"

"I don't know about this." Jiu Huan was a little unclear, "Let's put it this way, if the history of one hundred thousand years is regarded as a river, then Tiangong belongs to the middle reaches, and our place is the lower reaches. The water in the middle reaches It can flow downstream, so Zhong Guanyuan and others can come to the world. But the water downstream cannot be traced back to the middle reaches, so we can't peek into the heavenly palace."

This is why gods look like ordinary people.

The gods should have disappeared a long time ago. The world now does not have them. When they came to this world, heaven could not explain their existence. Therefore, when Xie Yao and Yun Qing first met Shinto practitioners, they would feel that the other person's Tao was obscure and unclear. Because the Tao of Heaven itself could not be explained, Yun Qing and Xie Yao naturally could not understand these gods by comprehending the Tao of Heaven.

Thinking about it this way, the gods really did something big that was hidden from the sky.

"When Shinto flourished, it was the middle reaches. When was the upper reaches?" Yun Qing walked up to Jiu Huan and helped her clean up the pieces of the wine jar.

"Zhong Guanyuan mentioned to me that there were three emperors before the Five Emperors. It was an uncivilized era where people drank blood from their hair. The human race was still engaged in life-and-death battles with countless ferocious beasts that roamed the world, seeking a glimmer of survival amidst all kinds of disasters. In the harsh environment Under such circumstances, a small number of people awakened to incredible powers. The historical murals handed down at that time described their power as extremely miraculous. In fact, it seems now that some people became enlightened, received Tao seeds, and then stepped into the Tao gate."

Yun Qing listened carefully. What Jiu Huan told may be a lie that Zhong Guanyuan told as a story, but it may also be a secret that the entire monastic world does not understand yet.

"At that time, there was also a Taoism that was as prosperous as Shinto, but it disappeared not long after." Jiu Huan looked a little solemn. When she said the word "disappeared", her voice was extremely low. In this cold night, It gives me goosebumps for nothing.

"Disappear..." Yun Qing couldn't help but frown, and took out his hands that had been in his sleeves, holding a piece of the wine jar and playing with it.

It's the same as the expression of Shinto, it's not death, it's not destruction, it's just two words, "disappear".

"Well, all of a sudden, everything was gone, not even the Three Emperors, nor the Taoist practitioner. What was even worse was that written records were not yet mature at that time, and the clues that could be left were really limited. Later, The gods seem to be as helpless as we are now." Jiu Huan spoke in a cadence, as if he was telling this story to Yun Qing, "Zhong Guanyuan said that the gods at that time would only act according to the way of heaven. Who would It doesn’t matter whether the orthodoxy disappears or not. As long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day, and the peach blossoms bloom in spring and wither in autumn every year, then they have done a good job."

"It's just that they didn't expect at that time that the same fate would befall them."

"And it happens to be an interval of 100,000 years."