After Wang Bugui and others said goodbye to Yu Wude, they also rushed to various places. Leng Shuangrong, accompanied by Yun Jinghong, led the remaining disciples back to Jiutian Sect to take care of the funeral affairs. After this battle, she also saw through many things.
Today, only she and a dozen disciples are left in the Jiutian Sect, and the entire Jiutian Sect is in an unprecedented depression. After returning this time, whether the Jiutian Sect can still exist can only be determined by her thoughts.
"call"
Walking in Jiutianjiao, a breeze caressed by. The green silk hair slowly blew onto Leng Shuangrong's face, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a sense of sadness.
This is where the Jiutian Sect preaches. She and the two elders usually sit on the futon at the top, and the disciples are neatly seated below.
Now it seems that the sound of chanting sutras and preaching can still be heard, but the disciples below are nowhere to be seen. Leng Shuangrong raised her hand and slowly brushed the air in front of her, then lowered her hand helplessly.
"The leader."
Behind him, the remaining Jiutian Sect disciples all had sad faces. They knew that it was actually the leader's heart that was suffering the most. She has led this sect for nearly a thousand years, watching the growth of one disciple after another.
In this catastrophe, many of the disciples who died in the battle were those who had been with her for hundreds of years. Although their talent for cultivation is not very good, the relationship between master and disciple that has lasted for hundreds of years cannot be broken up.
If possible, Leng Shuangrong would rather watch those disciples with poor talents die at the end of their lives than see them die at the hands of demons, with no whole body left.
"Please step back first and clean the rooms of your fellow disciples. Don't touch the rooms of your senior brothers and elders. I will do it myself."
Leng Shuangrong said slowly, those disciples could hear the sadness in the master's words. Several people wanted to persuade him again, but he slowly waved his hands to stop him, and then left as ordered.
Yun Jinghong walked up to her and said, "Shuangrong, I can understand your mood, but apart from asking you to mourn and be patient, there seems to be nothing I can do to help you."
"The blow you received this time was much stronger than mine. Two thousand disciples went out to fight, but only a dozen or so came back. Even a good boy like Lu Qianchen died in the battle."
"Old Tong and the others actually took the lead. If you have anything on your mind, just tell me. Even if you have to cry, I will stay with you until the end."
Leng Shuangrong turned around slowly when he heard this and said, "Jinghong, you and I said that we should practice Taoism all our lives. Why exactly?"
"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Yun Jinghong asked.
"I just feel that I have suddenly lost the goal of cultivating Taoism. Almost all my classmates have died. And among our contemporaries, the only ones left are Gu Xiaoyao and Hua Mengchen."
"Now I realize that we have lived for thousands of years. All the glory of our youth seems like it happened yesterday. It's just the past and present. Where are our old friends?"
Leng Shuangrong raised her head and sighed, then walked behind Yun Jinghong and said: "I still remember when I first entered the path of cultivation, I wanted to practice Taoism all my life and see the immortal path. But the further I went, I found that becoming an immortal was out of reach. "
At this point, she turned around again, looked at Yun Jinghong, and said: "After meeting you, this goal was abandoned. I began to want to stay with you, but found that the word love is too difficult."
"Then I wanted to be the leader and lead the Jiutian Sect to prosper forever. But when the catastrophe came, I was unable to save myself. If I couldn't fulfill all my expectations, what's the use of all this cultivation? "
After saying that, she looked at Yun Jinghong quietly, waiting for an answer. But in his eyes, there was only a pair of blurred eyes. It seemed that she didn't know why she was alive or the meaning of her existence.
Yun Jinghong couldn't bear to see his beloved in such pain. He took her to the top of a spiritual mountain and sat down side by side, looking at the peaks of the Pure Land and the sea of clouds, and listening to the gentle chirping of spiritual birds and the gurgling water in the mountains.
Seeing that Leng Shuangrong had not relaxed yet, and his eyes were still dull, he said: "Relax, why are you so uncomfortable?"
She didn't answer. Yun Jinghong patted the soft grass under him again and said, "Come on, lie down, lie down."
As he said this, he took action on his own, grabbed Leng Shuangrong's shoulders, and slowly lowered her down. Then he lay down and said, "Close your eyes and feel it!"
Leng Shuangrong closed her eyes and asked, "What do you feel?"
"Quiet, just for a stick of incense, let's take the soul out of its shell and integrate it into the pure land."
Yun Jinghong smiled and then cast a spell to make the soul come out of its shell. Leng Shuangrong followed closely behind, and the two souls separated from their bodies and flew straight to the depths of the Pure Land.
Subsequently, the two souls communicated with the principles of heaven and earth, and continued to integrate into every part of the Pure Land. Exactly after one stick of incense, the two souls returned to their positions.
"How do you feel?" Yun Jinghong asked.
Leng Shuangrong slowly opened her eyes and said: "The Pure Land remains unchanged, but the spiritual energy is thinner and there are fewer people."
"Shuangrong, don't you feel something else?" Yun Jinghong frowned.
"Now I can only see this." Leng Shuangrong said slowly.
Yun Jinghong shook his head when he heard this and said, "Have you ever felt that there is some special spiritual power in this pure land? If you have experienced it seriously before, you should be able to tell it."
"These spiritual powers are those fellow disciples who died in the battle. After their death, part of their soul fragments turned into some spiritual powers, and finally returned here."
Leng Shuangrong opened her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and then covered the entire pure land with her mind power, and said in surprise: "It really does exist."
She felt the spiritual power of the two elders, as well as the spiritual power of some of her fellow disciples. Although it was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, it could still be clearly felt due to her strength.
"That's right, at least now you have a goal, to practice Taoism in order to preserve this place they consider their home." Yun Jinghong said with a smile.
"The spiritual power of this place may not be enough to sustain it for a hundred years. If we hurry up, it may only be a few decades before the Nine Heavens Pure Land will cease to exist." Leng Shuangrong sighed.
"It's only a day if I can hold on. Aren't I going to devote all my resources to No Return? Everything will be buried by the years."
"We can't keep time, so we can only do our best to keep these memories. The Nine Heavens Pure Land is a place where our old friends care about us, and they also want to keep it."
"When a place has countless people's memories, it is no longer ordinary. Now that they are unable to hold on to this place, we have to take their place."
Yun Jinghong persuaded her with sincerity, but Leng Shuangrong still didn't get better. He just said lightly: "I want the Jiutian Sect to disappear, and there will be no more Jiutian Taoism in the world."
"What?!" Yun Jinghong was shocked. He didn't expect Leng Shuangrong to make such a choice.
He gritted his teeth and said urgently: "Shuang Rong, you have to think about it! Doing this will not only disgrace the ancestors of all generations, but also disgrace the fellow disciples who died in the battle!"
"I have already disgraced all the ancestors. I can't even protect my fellow sect members. How can I be a leader or teach any traditions?" Leng Shuangrong said in pain.
Upon hearing this, Yun Jinghong immediately grabbed her shoulders and said: "Shuang Rong! I don't want to see you giving up on yourself like this. You are the best leader I have ever seen. If you don't preach, who will preach?!"
"I am the person who knows you best in the world. No matter how I think about it, you are well-deserved as the leader. If you do this, how can you be worthy of the remaining disciples, how can you be worthy of Leng Yueyan?"
"She has lost her senior brother. Do she want to see your master leave her too?"
This questioning made Leng Shuangrong's eyes slightly moist. Where should the remaining disciples, and Leng Yueyan, who is just like her daughter, go after she disbands the Jiutian Sect
"They. Join the Human Race Imperial Palace and become the guardians of the Imperial Palace!" Leng Shuangrong gritted his teeth.
"The Human Emperor does not need protectors, we are the human protectors! If you are determined to give up the Jiutian Sect, fine! I will accompany you, and I will bear the responsibility for the Human Emperor!"
Yun Jinghong said again, his attitude was extremely resolute, it seemed that as long as Leng Shuangrong dared to really disband the Jiutian Sect, he would dare to abolish the human emperor.
"By doing this, haven't you also failed the ancestors of all generations, as well as Wang Bugui and Wang Xuanming?" Leng Shuangrong asked.
"I won't let you bear all this alone. If you want to escape, I won't let you be alone!" Yun Jinghong said resolutely.
"It's not worth the fact that you betrayed me once, now you can't even let me betray you once?" Leng Shuangrong said slowly.
"Because I betrayed you in the past, I must cherish it now. You can betray me, but you can't get rid of me!" Yun Jinghong said again.
Leng Shuangrong tilted her head and said: "The disbandment of the Jiutian Sect is not necessarily a bad thing. At least my disciples can go into seclusion, or even return to the world of mortals, and no longer have to end up like that."
Yun Jinghong pulled her back, looked into her eyes, and said, "I understand you! When I lost Xuan Ming, I even wanted to die. Then when I almost died when I didn't return, I became even more desperate."
"Only one belief supports me. The pure land where I am is their home!! I can't let them find a place to return home. Their memories are here."
"I can't give up no matter what, otherwise I would have committed suicide long ago! Although you have lost many people now, you must cherish the ones left!"
"Once these people are lost, it is really irreparable, they are really lost."
Yun Jinghong's eyes were slightly moist, and after thinking of Wang Xuanming, his heart felt sour. Then he hugged Leng Shuangrong, and the two people, who were suffering from the same problem, asked for some warmth from each other.