It has been twelve years since Yun Qing became sane and took away the Book of Heaven from the Yaoque Tower. During these twelve years, she has been plotting every moment. en8.
She wanted to escape from the hands of Shiwandashan, so she started to learn fortune telling; she wanted to get help from Zheng Zhenzhen, so she started to learn to tell people's hearts. But when she took away the original secret book of Guiling Temple in front of Zihong ten years ago, she began to gradually understand how to plan a real conspiracy.
Just like a mortal writing a story, she conceives the entire plan's ups and downs in her mind, and the bearing of this story comes from any clue she captures. She is a tool that operates precisely and skillfully. She can calculate everything and win thousands of miles. Every detail is fully utilized by her. Every variable is controlled by her luck. She makes no mistakes and uses her every step. The Book of Heaven makes the most accurate measurements.
But when everything around you becomes meaningful, things lose their original meaning.
When Yun Qing began to use the Book of Heaven to classify everything around her as chess pieces, when everything around her was divided into "what can be used now" or "can be used in the future", the Tao became farther and farther away from her. Far.
There are many things in the world that cannot be calculated or measured. Yun Qing cannot see these now. If she remains unable to see them, then she will never be able to advance to the Tao. At this point, she can't even compare to people like Zheng Zhenzhen and Xie Yao.
Yun Qing was at the most dangerous moment since she became sane, and at this most critical moment, she was unable to devote herself to thinking about ways to escape.
The Black Dragon King's teeth were not far from her waist. In the next moment, without even blinking, it could bite Yun Qing into two pieces. However, this extremely short period of time was forcibly stretched into the infinitely distant future because the Heavenly Book restructured cause and effect.
Yun Qing is in this chaotic feeling. It is obvious that her body feels that time is passing quickly, but her soul is not restricted at all. She can have a lot of time to formulate a way to break out, just like she used to Just like what I have been doing for twelve years, I will calculate, then plan, and then when the chess pieces are settled, I will fight back and kill the opponent without leaving any piece of armor behind.
But even she herself found it strange that she didn't do this. She began to think about things that didn't seem to have anything to do with escape. Countless scattered and broken fragments emerged from the depths of her memory, occupying her soul.
The first thing that comes to mind is the face of a child. She thought of the lively Le Shu in Jingdu. She once said that you should never mess with the Tao with the law. Powerful spells are useless if they are contrary to the Tao. It is also meaningless to have powerful spells without understanding the ways contained in the inheritance.
So what exactly is the thing called "Tao" that governs magic and power
Then she remembered the face of the young man, the white-haired Dajing Imperial Master, who sat silently in the void without saying a word. Without doing anything, he severely injured Yun Qing and almost died. The clear sun is the sky, and the heavy turbidity is the earth. He happens to be in the world between heaven and earth, silent and solemn, bearing all the vicissitudes of human nature.
So what did the planner who did nothing but do anything see? Is it any different from what Yun Qing saw
The last thing that flashed was an old face, that was the old tea uncle from Jiu Ming City. He was holding a teapot, his face was wrinkled, his hair was gray, and his tea-pouring hand was still trembling slightly. en8.
Yun Qing saw him suddenly looking up at her and sighed: "How can Yun live or die after all the vicissitudes of life?"
Yun Qing's heart jumped suddenly after hearing these eight words, and there was an indescribable throbbing in his soul, as if he had fallen from a high sky, and his whole heart was hanging in a helpless place.
From discussing the Dharma to entering the Tao, and then to combining all the Dharmas with the Tao, I have gone through a long period of practice and long-term search. Perhaps from being a nutmeg to an old man, what will I finally get
Nothing in this world is permanent. Mortals think that practitioners are immortal, but in fact practitioners also die when their bodies and souls are extinguished. Practitioners think that the way of heaven is eternal and unchanged, and remains the same from ancient times, but who can be sure that the way of heaven will not dissipate into nothingness one day? For the mayfly that lives and dies, eternity is unattainable, but everyone will face death; for those who have lived for hundreds of years, this world is eternity, but in a long, long time, maybe this big world will also Return to silence and disappear.
For practitioners, eternity is so unattainable. Whether a practitioner lives for a hundred years or a thousand years is really not much different from the beginning and end of the entire world that has no end. The long time is It passed as quickly as a blink of an eye.
Since the vicissitudes of thousands of years are only a short moment, then why talk about life and death
Yes, not fearing life and death, just talking about the Dao, this is what a practitioner should do.
Yun Qing's throbbing heart suddenly settled, and he was immersed in the ultimate tranquility. The barrier of life and death was broken, and there was no threshold for entering the Tao.
She raised her hands and leaned forward, walking out of the sea curtain without any obstacles and standing in the air.
"The great sun and black celestial wheel, the red lotus karmic fire sign!"
A wisp of brilliant red flame bloomed from her hand. The flame was dim, and the fiery meaning penetrated her heart. There was endless malice in the fire. This was the fire of sin that burned the soul.
Yun Qing pressed this wisp of red lotus karma fire on the top of the Black Dragon King's head, and then his mind was covered by the endless sea of red lotus fire. The Black Dragon King had no serious injuries on his body, but suddenly he fell to the ground in pain. . The more pain he felt, the more he wanted to kill Yun Qing, and the hotter the murderous intention, the more intense the karma fire in his soul burned.
The Black Dragon King rolled on the ground in agony, the sea curtain collapsed, the West Sea was turbulent, and none of the surrounding islands was intact.
At this time, the dragon girl who was caught in the storm also saw clearly the situation below.
Yun Qing raised his index finger, and a thin flame appeared on the tip of his finger. The strong wind and rain could not extinguish this little flame, and it burned quietly and deeply.
The Black Dragon King in the sea looked extremely crazy, as if he had completely lost consciousness, and was wailing and roaring in pain. The dragon girl suspected that it would be hurt to death if it continued like this.
"Let, let go... me... ahhhh!!"
The Black Dragon King finally shouted at Yun Qing.
"If I had not burned you, you would have burned me." The flame in Yun Qing's hand looked very fragile in the wind and rain, but it showed no sign of going out.
The Black Dragon King was filled with murderous intent: "I'll kill you...!"
The red lotus karma fire in Yun Qing's hand became more and more violent as its mood fluctuated from the quiet burning just now. The Black Dragon King wailed and rolled back into the sea without finishing a sentence.
"When you truly bow your head, the fire of karma will naturally disappear." Yun Qing walked towards the dragon girl and stood on her corner.
"What did you do to him?" Long Nu always felt that something was different about Yun Qing, "Have you been promoted to Taoism?"
"Well." Yun Qing stared at the flame in his hand, "Can you take me to your father?"
The Dragon Girl agreed wholeheartedly and began to pester Yun Qing to tell her emotional experiences. Yun Qing listened to every word while looking at the Dragon King below.
When the moon set and the stars set, the Black Dragon King tortured himself thousands of times, until the last bit of strength was exhausted, and the flame in Yun Qing's hand was completely extinguished.
"I'm sorry." Yun Qing flew down from Dragon Girl and landed next to the Black Dragon King who was paralyzed on the wreckage of Black Dragon Island.
The Black Dragon King didn't even have the energy to curse, so he could only give Yun Qing a pitiful look.
"I am the direct disciple of the Six Paths of Yama Demon Sect, my name is Huangquan. I hope the Dragon King will help me in my demonic journey." Yun Qing saw that the Black Dragon King looked really miserable, so his tone became much softer.
The Black Dragon King asked with his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"Many immortal disciples will be coming soon. When the time comes, the Dragon King will just..." Yun Qing patiently explained the plan to it, "Does the Dragon King understand?"
The Black Dragon King stared at Yun Qing helplessly: "Humph..."
"Since the Dragon King has agreed, then swear an oath to me in the name of the ancient dragon soul." Yun Qing couldn't see the dissatisfied look in its eyes at all, and he started to arrange the formation with jade talismans and began to swear an oath.
After tossing the Black Dragon King back and forth, he finally remembered clearly what he should do and what he shouldn't do. At the same time, he also deeply understood the bad things that would happen if he did things he shouldn't do.
After a night, not to mention the Black Dragon King and Yun Qing who had experienced a life-and-death battle, even the Dragon Girl who had not done anything was a little tired at this time.
But Yun Qing couldn't stop for a moment. As soon as she put the Black Dragon King back into the sea, she immediately said to the napping Dragon Girl: "Let's go, let's go find your father."
Long Nu pretended not to hear, Yun Qing frowned and pushed her big head.
The dragon girl still didn't move.
Yun Qing reached out and touched her horn.
"Untouchable! Try touching him again!!" Dragon Girl screamed, and Lao Gao jumped out of the sea, splashing water all over Yun Qing.
"Let's go find your father."
"Who wants to go to see your father with you, you untouchable!" Long Nu didn't know which sensitive area had been touched, and she especially wanted to confront Yun Qing.
"Hurry up, you promised."
Yun Qing didn't wait any longer and jumped directly onto the dragon's back. As a result, the dragon girl twisted her waist and swung her tail in an attempt to throw her down, but Yun Qing grabbed the dragon's horns.
The dragon girl was silent for a moment.
Yun Qing quickly let go: "Sorry..."
"Don't tickle me!!!"
The dragon girl's extremely high-pitched voice echoed in the dark night.
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The Demonic Realm, the Underworld Temple.
The four walls of the temple are painted with magic pictures. The lines on the magic pictures are intertwined, entwined, and bifurcated. It seems that the pieces are separated from each other, but if you look closely, there are always small details that intersect. The magic patterns are as numerous as the stars in the sky. They appear to be stationary, but in fact they are moving and changing all the time.
From the dome to the four walls, there are these mysterious lines that represent the inheritance of magic.
In the center of the entire temple, there is a small depression. The pattern in that place is different from all the magic patterns.
It is completely isolated.
A pair of pale hands traced the lines. The shape of the hands was extremely beautiful, but they were too pale. The cyan blood vessels inside could be clearly seen through the thin skin. Each knuckle of the ten fingers is stuck with a slender silver ring, and each ring is connected with a silver chain. The silver chains are intertwined and woven into a complex network.
The hands brushed over the isolated lines little by little, and the crisp sound of silver jewelry clashing echoed in the empty temple, ethereal and strange.
"Yellow Spring, Huangquan..."
"How many vicissitudes of life have passed, and there are still people in the world who are worthy of the title Huangquan."