The white hair fell to the ground, and the spotless sacrificial clothing bloomed into a lonely and holy posture in the darkness.
Taiqing closed his eyes and focused his attention, and said in a deep voice: "If I don't answer, what will you do?"
"Master..." Jing Li seemed to want to say something, but these two words finally came out of his mouth.
Taiqing sighed: "Sending the human race to Xiandao's subordinates is an eternal infamy, do you know that?"
"I know." Jingli knows better than anyone else that no matter whether the human nature survives or perishes, as the last saint, he cannot escape the blame.
Humanity is no match for other orthodoxy, and every pair of eyes is fixed on him. Gongsun Yanhua also said that if Taiqing can help this time, he will not be able to help him again after he can. Sooner or later someone will attack humanity, maybe it is Gongsun Yanhua who has just left, maybe it is Sheng Tianxiang who has been aggressive, or even the tenth Buddha who is dormant in Daxue Mountain.
After his death, the monster clan of the Hundred Thousand Mountains will completely occupy Dajing, and the whole south will be reduced to the granary of the monster clan. There are also human races distributed in Beichuan and all over the world. Now that the end of the world is coming, the world will be turned upside down. If there is no saint to protect them, how can they survive in this troubled world? If the catastrophe lasted longer, maybe there would really be no human race in this world.
"The disciple is willing to bear the burden." Jingli knelt in front of Taiqing, with the most humble gesture and the most earnest words, begging him to give the human race a chance to survive.
Among the saints, only Taiqing is credible.
Taiqing still closed his eyes and didn't answer. Although it would be inconvenient to include the human race in the protection range, this inconvenience is far less than the power of the Human Dao Fruit. Besides, if Jingli is pushed to a dead end, he is likely to use witchcraft as a breakthrough to cause some trouble. One Shinto has already made the saints lose their footing, and another witchcraft is going to destroy the world.
"Understood, get up." Taiqing nodded, and asked while calculating, "What else do you need to prepare for the funeral?"
Jingli didn't seem to expect Taiqing to agree so quickly. Before Jingli Burning Incense invited Taiqing to be rejected, he thought he wanted to cut off the cause and effect directly, but now it seems that he is willing to protect the human race.
He got up and said in a low voice: "Just now Le Shu has been ordered to succeed, other than that... there is nothing left."
The original first direct successor, Zhong Sui, was nowhere to be found, and things would change later, and Jing Li didn't dare to procrastinate, so he directly ordered Le Shu to inherit the Temple of Heaven first.
Taiqing stared at him for a long time, but couldn't say a word: "..."
At this time, there is no scorching sun or bright moon in the sky, only shooting stars that cut through the darkness from time to time can be seen. They are burning with sky fire, or melting in the blazing heat, or falling heavily to the earth. The sky was shaken, the world was turned upside down, and there was a bit of tragedy in the terrifying scene of doomsday.
Taiqing reached out to touch the clear and translucent spirit between his brows, and let out a final sigh.
That bit of spiritual light dimmed in his hands, just like when it was lit up in his hands hundreds of years ago.
—Silent, soul-stirring.
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Qingchen was writing and drawing on the dossier, but suddenly his mind was in turmoil.
Practitioners with Dao seeds in their hearts often have a sense of blessings and disasters, and they will use this sense in advance to avoid disadvantages and reduce losses. A strong emotion suddenly flashed in Qingchen's heart just now, mixed with surprise, fear, and joy. The surging feeling at this moment made him stop writing. He has already joined the Dao, and usually worries less, such emotions are very abnormal, it seems that there must be big things happening around him.
He gently put down the pen in his hand, his fingertips trembled unconsciously, and the emotion almost came out vigorously.
The pen and ink splashed a little, and a black spot fell on the yellowed file. Qingchen stared at the black spot, and it took a long time to calm down. He raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, feeling that the imprint left by Yun Qing was astonishingly hot, and a majestic power came from the other end.
"I'm here." Yun Qingzhi landed directly on his desk, Qingchen hurriedly backed away and bowed to her.
"What's the big deal?" Qing Chen asked cautiously.
Yun Qing got down from his desk and pushed the door straight out: "The sage has fallen."
Qingchen was stunned: "But..."
He closed his mouth, there was nothing wrong with it, everyone from Yun Qing ran over, he must have fallen. He hurriedly chased Yun Qing out of the door, it was pitch black outside, he lived in a remote place, and he couldn't even see the lights around him. In the pitch blackness, something was shining in Yunqing's hand. Qingchen only looked at her carefully at this moment. She was wearing a thin white dress with wide sleeves and a wide belt, holding an ancient mirror in her arms.
The mirror looks like gold but not gold, wood but not wood, with ancient and clumsy patterns, emitting a soft brilliance of blue.
"It's an ancient mirror." Yun Qing didn't look at him, but could feel his gaze.
Qingchen lowered his head and didn't dare to look too much, he asked: "Are you going to take the Dao Seed of Humanity?"
Yun Qing kept walking until she walked out of the courtyard gate and came to an empty street, with sticky mist in the air. The Lutian Altar is in the center of Ci'an City, and Qingchen lives in the northwest corner, and she is walking slowly from here to the place where the saint of humanity fell.
Qingchen followed her, and it was strange to see her walking unhurriedly: "Aren't you in a hurry?"
"Of course there is no rush." Yun Qing's voice echoed in the empty street, sounding a bit gloomy, "The Dao Seed is placed here, what cannot be taken away will never be taken away, and what can be taken away will never be stopped live."
It's hard for Qingchen to say anything else, in fact, he really wanted to ask himself if he should take this opportunity to control Lutian Temple, but seeing that Yunqing didn't intend to help him now, he could only keep silent. He thought Yun Qing was very strange, she would suddenly say "there is not enough time" when the weather was calm, and she was not in a hurry even though it was a critical moment. Qingchen has been with her for many years, and she has never figured out what is urgent and what can be slowed down for her.
"Prepare for the rain..." Yun Qing said suddenly, "If it's already raining, there's no point in worrying."
Qingchen hurriedly restrained her thoughts, she must have caught a glimpse of her random thinking just now.
Yun Qing looked very gentle, and her tone was persuasive: "Be careful of those people who are busy on sunny days, because they probably know when it will rain. Also be careful of those people who are calm and calm in rainy days, because they probably Know when the rain stops."
Qingchen said, isn't that you? In the end, thinking about it, Yun Qing probably knew what he was thinking, so he quickly said: "Yes, yes, I know."
"However, there is another kind of person who is as calm as a mirror no matter the weather, because they are not afraid of wind and rain." Yun Qing suddenly laughed, "For example, the one in front of you."
Standing on the other side of the long street was a man with white hair and white clothes, with a cold expression, a gleam in his eyes, and a faint gleam of blue on his forehead. He holds a fly whisk in his hand, and his body has a faint fairy air, which is beyond the world. At first glance, his whole body is full of light, and there is no darkness. Qingchen only glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be pierced by the brilliant light, and even his soul felt pain. This person's cultivation base is unfathomable, and Qingchen can't even look at him with his Taoist body.
Qingchen hurriedly retreated behind Yunqing, staring down at her pale ankle. Yun Qing was full of smiles, and her expression seemed to be filled with the joy of reunion with old friends: "The ghosts haven't been cleaned up yet, so you came to the human world?"
"I'm here to intercept you." Xie Yao said flatly.
Qingchen felt that every time he said a word, light would bloom in his soul, and after a word, there was nothing left in his soul except light. There is no mobilization of aura or vitality, and the unstoppable power is formed by the words themselves. Once the words are spoken, the rules are established. Qing Chen always thought that this kind of thing would only happen in legends, but she didn't expect to see a living person today, and the most important thing is that this living person still has bad intentions towards Yun Qing.
Yun Qing still walked forward at a slow pace, and her smile did not change at all: "I'm sorry to bother you to leave the ghost and run this trip."
"Stop." Xie Yao looked at her indifferently, and as soon as the words fell, countless cyan emperor seals spread from Yun Qing's feet. The lines on these emperor seals were like vines, tightly entwining Yun Qing's walking body pace.
Yun Qing didn't resist, just stood there with a half-smile: "Why... what's the matter?"
"Have."
After hearing a few sentences, Qingchen couldn't take it anymore, thinking that the two of them were really anxious to say something, and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"If you want Ghost Dao, don't you want Human Dao to get it too?" Yun Qing seemed to shake her head helplessly, but the smile on her face did not diminish, "If you want all the Taoism in the world, how about now?" Just tell me, so that I won’t run away after running around and getting tired.”
Seeing that she was no longer moving forward, Xie Yao withdrew the emperor's seal. He didn't fluctuate after hearing Yun Qing's words, but nodded lightly and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
Yun Qing's expression was dim, and she didn't know what she was thinking: "Huangquan Biluo is not as dissatisfied as you."
Xie Yao's face was even less revealing, his tone of voice was almost completely flat, without any ups and downs: "The Dao of Heaven and Earth is not as easy to talk as you are."
Yun Qing couldn't help laughing again: "Forget it, I'm humane."
"Have you ever calculated how many remaining saints will fall?" Xie Yao's eyes were deep, he suddenly approached Yunqing, Qingchen backed away involuntarily, but he looked up and saw that Yunqing was still standing there, So he walked back silently.
Yun Qing stood with the mirror in her hands, she closed her eyes, as if she was doing calculations, but it was more like avoiding the light brought by Xie Yao.
It's too harsh.
No matter how many times, Yun Qing would still think of this sentence when she looked at the divine light on his body.
It would be nice if it could be a little softer.
"Just counted." Yun Qing sighed in her heart, then opened her eyes again, "How many did you count?"
The corner of Xie Yao's mouth curled up into a smile, but it didn't look stiff, but it still couldn't hide the indifference in his eyes. He stopped a step away from Yunqing, looked down at her and said, "All."
"That's right." Yun Qing looked at him and smiled softly, "Saints never die, but robbers never stop."