Zong Ci casually cast a rain shelter spell on himself and walked slowly in the heavy rain.
It has been a long time since the North has seen such heavy rain.
Because the rain was so heavy, the dirt on both sides of the path was blown up, revealing the dry grass underneath. The yellow-brown rain that had stained the dirt washed over the low-lying area at the end of the path, with a lot of fallen grass and dead leaves hovering above, and the whole land exuded a fresh scent of moistened soil.
The raindrops stuck together like strings of white lines hanging from the clouds, obscuring his vision so that he could only see a few steps in front of him.
For no reason, Zong Ci felt a little sad.
He had known for a long time that Rong Lian didn't like him, so in his previous life he carefully hid his feelings very deeply, not daring to let Rong Lian know even a little bit.
He was the one who secretly took the sword to clean up the demon tribe. He was the one who secretly sent the good medicine for treating colds to Medicine King Valley.
Only this jade token was obtained by Zong Ci himself from the Yufo Sect. He tempered his own spiritual consciousness into it and personally delivered it to Rong Lian.
But even so, Rong Lian still gave it to someone else. Even if Rong Lian didn't know his own feelings, this behavior still deeply hurt Zong Ci.
He thought of the last things in his previous life. He had been defending Rong Lian in his heart, and he still had a glimmer of hope that he didn't want to extinguish. After all, he had a blood contract with the other party, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to tell the righteous that he was possessed by the devil. Otherwise, if Lingyun Jianzun died, Rong Lian would be buried with him.
Rong Lian would never gamble his life on the promise that Zong Ci would cancel the blood contract in the end.
No matter what happened in his previous life, Zong Ci just stubbornly wanted to get an answer and put an end to his own fruitless death.
But now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.
Lingyun Sword Master has become Zong Ci. Zong Ci has spent hundreds of years alone in a coffin. What’s the point of caring about these things
You hold him dear to your heart, but he treats you like a worn-out shoe. Why
As if responding to his state of mind, the thunder rumbling in the sky became more and more intense.
Thousands of lightning bolts pierced down from the bottomless clouds, like inverted trees of fire and silver flowers, emitting crackling arcs at the ends and sinking into the pitch-black earth.
The young man in black stood there, looking up at the dark green mountains towering in the distance, and suddenly began to cough violently.
Although the Rain Sheltering Technique could block the rain, it could not block the biting cold that seemed to be invading his limbs. Countless sharp thorns penetrated into his pores, bringing a dull stinging sensation, embedding between bones and flesh, pulling and slicing, and causing incomparable discomfort.
It’s cold. Very cold.
Zong Ci felt his vision becoming increasingly blurry, his head becoming dizzy, and his thoughts began to solidify.
Illness comes like a mountain falling.
A fishy and sweet taste suddenly surged in the throat.
"Wow-"
Zong Ci vomited a mouthful of blood, staggered, and looked in a miserable state.
This mouthful of blood seemed to contain all his obsession, love and past.
Vomited it all out.
Cut it off, cut off the worldly ties, cut it off, it should be cut off, it should be cut off.
The rain is still falling, dripping and endless.
The dark red bloodstains that had just dripped onto the stone road were washed away in an instant, leaving no trace.
The young man lay down in the rain, but the spell to take shelter from the rain had already disappeared because the caster was unconscious.
The heavy rain came with the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, mercilessly soaking the boy's whole body, flowing over his collar and long sleeves, and coating his already pale skin with a layer of blue.
There is no moon tonight, the sky and the earth are dark and vast, and this path has always been sparsely populated.
No one saw this scene.
... ...
In the distance, the door to the back hall of Chixiao Palace had just closed. The demon servant holding the palace lantern turned and left this palace where only one person stayed all year round.
Rong Lian had an old problem, which was that he would have severe headaches on cold and rainy days. This was a root cause of his illness when he was a child. Later, he didn't have the disease for a long time, so he forgot about it. As a result, in the past two years, it suddenly recurred, and the pain was like a knife cutting, which was unbearable.
Listening to the sound of rain on the jade tiles, the people in the hall couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
I finally fell asleep, but was disturbed by a nightmare again. My brows were furrowed, and I was immersed in the nightmare.
I was obsessed with the night I made the choice thousands of years ago. I was also obsessed with the heart-wrenching pain when I heard the bad news.
The heavy rain shows no sign of stopping.
At the humble residence at the foot of Taiyan Sect's mountain, the blue-shirted disciple who had hung his head suddenly raised his head as if he was possessed by life again.
He stared at a dark brown wall with an obscure look in his eyes.
Just behind this wall is the residence of another Taiyan Sect disciple. It is already late at night, but there is still no sign of the owner on the opposite side returning.
In the past, Zong Ci never stayed out overnight, and this had been the case for the past six months.
I don’t know what the reason is today.
Elsewhere, in a room filled with the aroma of agarwood, a man's voice was as gentle as jade, "Is it raining outside?"
The boy's voice was vague and unclear through the barrier. "To reply to the Sect Master, yes."
Qian Yuexi paused, and his fingertips ran across the cold jade slip in his hand.
After all, it was someone else's territory, and he didn't have the habit of displaying his spiritual sense anytime and anywhere.
Because there is no need.
For Qian Yuexi, there are too many unnecessary things.
But it rained heavily today.
He casually used his spiritual power to push open a window frame, and listening to the crackling sounds outside, he suddenly became interested.
"Put out some tea."
"yes."
On the other side of the main peak, a child in blue clothes who was concentrating with his eyes closed in the meditation cushion in the quiet room suddenly opened his eyes.
These eyes were weathered and indifferent, hiding an icy emotion like the white snow, as cold as the boundless autumn moon. When placed on a child, they looked strange no matter how one looked at them.
His current mood is far from being as calm as it appears on the surface.
Qingxuzi had been in seclusion on and off for hundreds of years, but he did not expect that not only did his realm not improve at all, but even his long-established ruthless path showed signs of collapse.
He has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years and has extraordinary talent. He has never encountered such a situation in his practice. Even when he chopped off his fellow Taoist's head with his own hands, there was no wavering in his heart. Instead, it made him ruthless.
Suddenly, a faint white figure seemed to appear in front of Qingxuzi's eyes.
No... ...it couldn't possibly be because of that person.
As if to escape, the Taoist leader with white hair and a youthful face moved his mind slightly, and his vast spiritual consciousness enveloped the entire northern border in an instant.
The spiritual consciousness of those in the Tribulation Crossing period is so vast that even every blade of grass, every leaf, every withering and flourishing, cannot escape the exploration of the spiritual consciousness.
The rain outside was heavy and roaring, but due to the barrier, not a single ray of rain could enter the quiet room.
"Um?"
In the silence, Qingxuzi suddenly frowned.
In the mountains and fields, the young man in black clothes lay down in the wind and rain. In the puddles created by thousands of raindrops, he was like a small boat enduring the violent storm.
His already thin clothes were already soaked, and his scattered black hair stuck to the pale skin of his chest, like black snakes spitting out their tongues, which was thrilling.
The water flow was so turbulent that it rushed in from a distance and reached the boy's chin, almost covering his mouth and nose.
Qingxuzi found the face of this young man familiar. He was the outer disciple who sneaked to the fifth floor of Taiyan Sect's Sutra Pavilion to peek a few days ago.
Qingxuzi was just giving it a light glance, but his consciousness suddenly stopped when it touched the boy's thin dark blue lips.
Forget it, he is still a disciple of the sect after all.
He changed his mind, stood up from the mat, and disappeared on the spot.
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Zong Ci had a dream.
The dream was very long and very real, as if he had returned to his previous life.
In the dream, it was afternoon, the sun was scorching, the flowing sunlight spread on the dark green bodhi leaves, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from far away in the crowded square.
This is a valley. From a distance, you can see three tall stone pillars standing there, with golden swastikas engraved on them, marking the location of this place.
Bathing Buddha Gate.
Yufo Sect is a very unique sect. Compared with the world of cultivation, Yufo Sect is more like an organization in the mortal world. Every year, their disciples wear cassocks and go out of the valley to beg for alms and spread Buddhism in the mortal world.
The monks in the world of cultivation do not believe in ghosts and gods, but the Yufo Sect has faith in them and is keen to spread the incense throughout the continent. The valley of the Yufo Sect is not as secluded as other sects in the world of cultivation. Every year, countless mortals kneel and kowtow to make pilgrimages to this holy place of Buddhism.
Among all the pilgrims, the most eye-catching one was the man in white clothes with a cold and extraordinary temperament. He walked into the valley with the crowd, and many pilgrims secretly looked at the man with a sword on his waist.
Surprisingly, the old abbot of the Yufo Sect led several elders to stand at the door from a distance. From a distance, the cassocks they wore glowed purple-gold, and they were obviously high-level magic tools.
"Amitabha, Your Excellency Sword Master. I am sorry for not welcoming you, my distinguished guest."
The old abbot put his palms together in a respectful manner, "I wonder why Sword Master came here today?"
This courtesy caused an uproar among the people who were paying attention. The old abbot was the master of the Bathing Buddha Sect. It was rare for ordinary people to see him on weekdays. Even if the king of the mortal world came, he had to bathe and purify himself before he could see him. When had he ever seen the master treat someone with such courtesy
After hearing the question, the man in white turned his gaze to the abbot. He casually made a soundproof spell, bowed slightly in return, and said in a deep voice, "Master Shikong, thank you for your courtesy. I came here today to ask for a Buddha amulet."