After passing through the second floor of the Heavenly Demon Dance, Ku He already had a deep sense of vigilance about this place.
When the black clouds began to rise, and when the eyes suddenly became dark, he swung his meditation staff horizontally in front of him, spit out the mantra, and used his spiritual power to infuse the four directions.
"There are laws that are illegal, and there are signs that are not signs. By upholding, chanting, and reciting, all demons will be eradicated!"
His lips moved, and the incantation turned into golden light and poured out, driving the darkness away, revealing a bright path.
At the same time, he found that the white light coming from the other direction actually covered the darkness like a wave.
What a domineering technique!
Ku He was amazed, and subconsciously took a few steps back to make way for the white light.
When the king of the gods arrives, all parties kneel and worship, there is no way to cross the road, and there is no way to compete for its brilliance!
A sword appeared in Ku He's field of vision, and the light emitted by the sword was enough to make any dark demons shy away.
Then, the master holding the sword gradually revealed his figure in the dazzling sea of light.
It is Jiufang Changming.
His expression was indifferent, like a god who descended from the sky to slay demons and eliminate demons, watching the rise and fall of the world with joy.
Seemingly infected, Ku He's expression also became solemn and solemn, and he breathed lightly, for fear of being offended.
He moved closer to see what was in the other's hand.
The cornucopia, which was almost out of control just now, is now lying quietly in his palm, as delicate and delicate as a sleeping baby.
"Senior sealed it?"
"No, it's just to dispel the demonic energy on its surface, I want to try it out."
what to try
Chang Ming did not answer the obvious question on Ku He's face.
He went downstairs with the cornucopia and returned to the first floor from the eighth floor.
When they came in, the idol was still sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, smiling but not smiling, holding a pearl in one hand and dragging the void upwards with the other.
Seeing this, Ku He's mind moved.
Before he could catch the exact idea, Chang Ming had already put the cornucopia on the raised hand.
Yes!
Ku He suddenly realized.
He previously explained it by holding the void in his hand, which is naturally possible, but he always felt that it was out of tune with this Eight Treasures Langhuan Tower.
Holding the emptiness of the Void Tibetan Buddha in his hand, in order to let later generations explore the yin and yang of the universe, but this is the tower of the imperial capital, in order to pray for the well-being of ordinary people, and to seek fame and fortune. Listening, it is undoubtedly playing the qin to the ox, and enlightening those who are destined must also be in a way that those who are destined can understand.
This fulfills the original purpose of the Langhuan Pagoda!
The cornucopia was held flatly in the hands of the god, and it was dazzling, and the face of the god was also illuminated with brilliance.
Ku He looked at the statue with a smile, his eyebrows were vivid and lifelike.
No, not lifelike, he was alive!
Xu Tianzang Buddha, who had been sitting for many years, actually smiled at Ku He, and the smile faded in a moment, like a twilight drum and a morning bell, which broke people's hearts.
"Ku He, do you know what's wrong?"
There seems to be a heavy drumbeat in my heart.
He calmed down, vaguely aware that it might be an illusion, or that an unrepentant demon was at work again.
"Since the disciple entered Buddhism, he has been firm in his mind, never gave up halfway, never bullied the weak, never did anything against his conscience, the sun and the moon can be seen, and the gods and Buddhas observe together!"
Xu Tianzang Buddha smiled solemnly, as if laughing at him for lying.
"What about before entering Buddhism?"
Ku He said in a deep voice, "Buddhism has a saying of putting down the slaughtering knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground. Since the murderer can also have an epiphany to wash away his sins, so can I."
Buddha Xu Tianzang suddenly shouted: "Sophistry! Although you didn't kill people, your deeds are like punishment. Your brother and sister-in-law broke down because of you. You escaped into Buddhism just to escape. For so many years, you have never thought deeply and always thought that you were cultivated. The deeper you are, the higher your status in Qingyun Temple, the more you can cover up what you have done in the past, but you never thought that no matter how you practice, the mistakes you make can no longer be undone. Those who died because of you are more direct than you. Picking up the butcher's knife and killing them will be miserable!"
Ku He was silent.
"What more can you say!"
"What more can you say!"
"Adi, I beg you, stop tossing us!"
"Adi, I can give you anything you want, but Awan can't. She is alone, do you understand?"
"What more can you say!"
…
Questions are like lightning flashes, one after another, dizzying.
Memories flooded in.
Ku He took a few steps back and sat on the ground.
Sweat like rain, face like ashes.
…
What Chang Ming saw was completely different from the dry lotus.
What he saw was his master.
The predecessor of the Jade Emperor Guan, the one who handed the Jade Emperor Guan into his hands, and Yin Yin told him to carry forward his sect.
Chang Ming has indeed made the Jade Emperor Guan famous among the sects where the world is full of masters.
This reputation is based on his strength.
When Changming left the Jade Emperor Temple, he gave the master of the temple to his younger brother, and the Taoist temple remained silent for several years.
But even so, after Yun Weisi went to Jiuzhongyuan, the Jade Emperor Temple will inevitably decline. It has not yet become a first-class sect, but has only dazzled in the sky like a meteor.
From this point of view, Chang Ming has indeed lived up to the entrustment of his master.
Top-level sects are indispensable for top-level masters, but if sects want to have a long history, they cannot be achieved by one person alone.
"You clearly promised, but you didn't do it. Changming, you claim to have made a promise, but you can't even fulfill your promise to the master."
The Jade Emperor Guanzhu looked at Changming with a disappointed expression.
"If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have passed on the position of the spectator to you that day."
"If you don't pass it on to me, there will be no one else to pass it on. The qualifications of the junior and junior brothers are mediocre, barely able to support, and unable to continue. I am the only person who can do my part. I am not greedy for the position of the Jade Emperor. In terms of love, I just reluctantly made it difficult. If you want to mess with my mind, you have to find a good candidate. "
The corners of Changming's mouth were slightly raised, looking at his master's face as if he were watching a joke.
"With this level of illusion, it's okay to deceive the common people outside. If you want to deceive me..."
With a flick of the fingertips, a small cluster of white light fell, and the statue burned in an instant, but after the burning, the predecessor of the Jade Emperor Temple disappeared, and Zhou Ke was replaced.
He had one leg bent and the other crossed, and his body was covered in blood.
A lock of hair was attached to his forehead, and the dark blood had dried up. Zhou Ke pursed his lips and leaned against the corner, opened his eyelids and glanced at Chang Ming, and then lowered it again.
"I'm dying, and you're finally here."
"I was about to save you, but they blood-washed the Blood Sect and said you were in the Wanlian Buddha Land."
"Wanlian Buddha Land?" Zhou Ke smirked, his breath weak, "You can only see my body when you go there. I have already been separated from their body and soul, and my soul has been imprisoned here. I can't survive, and I can't die."
Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "With your ability to see the blood sect sect master dignifiedly, you were attacked by someone, but you still can't resist. If you were sure to be a teacher that day, how could you be reduced to today's situation?"
Zhou Ke suddenly became angry, and he understated his tone.
"Seeing that the blood sect will have today, isn't it all because of you?! If you hadn't meddled with your own business and went to investigate the Wanshen Mountain, how could everything be like this? It's not enough for you to go in by yourself, and you have to implicate others!"
Chang Ming previously thought that this was another illusion, at best it was more intelligent.
But the fierce anger that Zhou can be in front of him made him a little unsure.
Could it be that it was false that the other party was taken to Wanlian Buddha Land, and that it was true that he was imprisoned here
He walked over and held Zhou Ke's wrist.
It was warm, and the pulse was still beating slightly.
"How are you?"
Chang Ming instilled spiritual power, but was instantly rejected by the instinctive reaction of the opponent's body.
His heart sank.
This is not a good sign. There is a folk saying that the light returns to the light. The more intense Zhou Ke's physical rejection is, the more it shows his weakness.
"Jiufang Changming, I have always hated you." Zhou Ke murmured.
"I know." Chang Ming grabbed his wrist with his backhand, but didn't break free, "Who did it, tell me, I'll avenge you."
Zhou Ke sneered, coughed, blood sprayed on the back of Changming's hand, and it was scorching hot.
"Does that matter? I want my revenge, I don't need you."
"Okay, you don't need it." Chang Ming was coaxing a child.
In his heart, Zhou Ke was always immature, the one who needed the most attention among the four apprentices.
However, Changming did not have the patience or time to coax children delicately and tenderly. He believed that everyone has their own suffering, and the path of cultivation is even more cruel. Also isolated from the monks.
Therefore, when Zhou Ke betrayed his teacher, he was indifferent, and there was only contempt in his heart. He felt that Zhou Ke had cut off his back path since then, and there was no other way but to go into the devil.
Things went the way he expected.
Many years later, Chang Ming himself has experienced countless life and death struggles, his temperament has changed, and he finally began to reflect on his attitude towards Zhou Ke.
A master-disciple meeting would have eliminated the need for a dead end.
"Seeing the blood sect, it's all ruined." Zhou Ke closed his eyes and muttered.
Even though he only founded the Demon Sect at the beginning purely to fight against the master and prove that he could, but later, seeing the blood sect gradually became the place that everyone yearns for.
Although Zhou Ke was moody and was a demon cultivator who was killed by everyone, in the eyes of many demon cultivators, he was a mountain.
Just like Xu Jingxian, if she hadn't seen the blood sect, she might still be out there.
So she was okay with Zhou, she was in awe, respect and fear.
Chang Ming sighed and pressed his shoulder.
"Seeing that the blood sect is destroyed, it can be rebuilt."
"However, when people die, their spirits and souls are destroyed, and immortals cannot be saved." Zhou Ke shed blood and tears, "They could have avoided all this, as long as it wasn't for you. Jiufang Changming, how many people have you killed, isn't it enough?"
He was powerless to climb up on Changming's clothes, tightened it, and pulled it in front of him.
"You have caused so many troubles, if it weren't for you, the blood sect would not have become like this, I..."
Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, Zhou Ke's eyes were red, and he seemed to have a thousand words, and his hatred was indescribable.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, his face showed an unbelievable expression, and he stared at Chang Ming.
"pass."
Chang Ming's hand was pulled from his chest, slowly, and wiped the blood on his hands with the other's sleeve, carefully, not even letting go of his fingers.
"It's not my fault, why should I forcibly confess my guilt? Also, Zhou Ke is not such a temperament, he won't feel sorry for himself, ramble about missing his own blood sect, he likes an eye for an eye, It's a tit-for-tat, not like a grudge against his master before he dies."
He got up and kicked "Zhou Ke" down.
"You can only get the shape, but you don't get the spirit. At the beginning, you almost let me know, but unfortunately you overplayed it and fell into my trap. Do you know that memories and impressions can also be faked?"
"Zhou Ke", who was limp at Chang Ming, showed a weird smile on the ground.
"Do you think that taking my memory must be real? You can create illusions, and I can control the illusions you create."
"Zhou Ke" was weak and panting, the blood flowed faster from the wounds all over the body, and his body gradually turned into fine sand and sank to the ground, finally returned to flesh and blood, and disappeared in front of Chang Ming.
His eyes regained brightness, and the god statue was sitting peacefully in front of him, holding a cornucopia.
The candlelight is faint, showing warmth.
Dry lotus did not know where to go.
The inner door on the first floor of the tower was pushed open, and Yun Weisi walked in.
"How are you here?"
"It's okay." Chang Ming noticed that his eyes were different from before, "Are you Yun Hai?"
"Master doesn't seem to want to see me?" Yun Haiguan never learned to speak seriously, and the two of them could tell the difference very well.
Chang Ming frowned: "You frequently alternate, which will speed up the consumption of spiritual power and prompt the infatuation."
Yun Hai laughed and didn't answer the question: "I met Xiao Zangfeng, and he deliberately led me to the suburbs, trying to trap me."
"Then what?" Chang Ming couldn't help but notice the name.
"Then he was killed by me."
"Xiao Zangfeng is a key figure."
"He led me over just to distract us and put me to death. This person is so committed to Jiang Li that it is impossible to get a single bit of news from him."
Chang Ming sighed: "It's a pity."
Yunhai: "It's not too bad, he showed me the future."
Chang Ming: "The future?"
"Yes, you will kill my future."
Yunhai came over and put Changming's hand on his chest.
"It's here, the Four Fei Sword passed through my chest. I still remember that feeling to this day."
Chang Ming wanted to say that it was just an illusion to confuse you, but then he felt something was wrong.
Because he was also hugged tightly by the sea of clouds behind him, the other party leaned his chin on his shoulder, face to face, and the voice was exactly the same as the sea of clouds in front of him.
"Does Xiao Zangfeng want to tell us that after so many years, we still can't escape the fate of killing each other?"
Chang Ming can't move, his body and limbs have been firmly imprisoned by the other party, the rope has turned into a sharp blade, inch by inch, Ling Chi's flesh and blood.
The sea of clouds in front of him pinched his chin, covered his lips, and crossed in with demonic energy.
The hot black flames, surging and surging, wrapped around his hair and skin, got into his clothes, and attacked the city and swept the ground.
Chang Ming's eyes were extremely painful, but his body was sinking, a blush slid down the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gradually blurred.
An extremely lingering and ambiguous hug to outsiders is actually a dangerous life-and-death struggle.
He seemed to be standing on a cliff, the wind roared and the rocks rolled down.
In the blink of an eye, it is beyond redemption!