Jianchou had already told Fu Chaosheng before that there was a strange Bagua formation inside the spring.
From what she said, it seemed like she had a solution.
But Fu Chaosheng didn't know that her understanding of the formation had reached such a deep level.
With just a press of her palm, countless spiritual lights emerged from between her five fingers and instantly fell into the narrow spring like stones.
Puff puff puff!
When the light hit the spring, countless bubbles emerged from it, and it seemed to be boiling suddenly.
Crash!
In the blink of an eye, the sound of water grew stronger.
The fist-sized spring, after boiling, emitted a white light, and its edges became illusory.
It was as if there was an illusory circle surrounding the spring, swallowing up the surrounding hard rock ground.
The narrow spring began to grow larger.
Soon, it looked like the well they had passed by in various prisons before.
The change before and after only took two breaths.
In a flash, Jianchou waved his hand and summoned the Kunwudu chariot, carrying everyone and throwing them into the well. The ripples spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared and returned to its original state.
A moment later, they appeared on a whole new level.
The vast plains are gone, nor are the rats and cattle that were everywhere, nor is the huge sinkhole. Instead, all that can be seen are lush forests and towering ancient trees.
They flew out from the trunk of a tree.
Looking up, I saw dense branches and leaves blocking the sky above.
The entire jungle seemed extremely dark.
There is lush green moss covering the old and strong tree trunks and the roots exposed above the ground.
It was so quiet around that there was not even the sound of birds singing.
It's another dangerous situation.
But Jianchou didn't look at it for long, he just hovered the Kunwudu chariot in the air, like a big ship between the ancient trees.
Gu Ling was still crying.
“… What’s going on?”
Jianchou had not witnessed the previous battles with his own eyes.
She walked over and squatted beside the old woman. She stretched out her spiritual sense and checked her condition. She could sense the weakness of a person who was out of energy.
Gu Ling's crying became even louder: "It's all my fault. I didn't practice well and I didn't have the ability to protect grandma. Grandma was trying to save me just now, so she was beaten by those monks..."
"Monk?"
Jianchou frowned immediately and looked up at Zhang Tang and Chen Tingyan beside him.
"It's those people from the Snow Region Secret Sect."
Of course, it was Chen Tingyan who spoke first.
Although the old woman and Gu Ling did not have a very deep friendship with them, they had come all the way together, and even if they did not have much affection, they could not help but feel sad when they saw someone dying.
Chen Tingyan recalled the scene of the previous melee, his tone a little heavy.
"Didn't we run into some Tantric people there before?"
"Later, in front of the tiankeng, you mysteriously disappeared, and we got into a melee outside. As time went on, the people behind us caught up."
"The ones who attacked Grandma were two of the Tantric monks. But they were alone and not with Zongtu."
Snowland Tantra…
Jianchou's heart sank when he heard this.
Of course she still remembered Zongtu.
The leader of the Snow Region Secret Sect seemed to be the Holy Son Jiye. But the situation of the Snow Region Secret Sect was also very confusing.
There was no unanimous opinion among the group of people.
Left alone, why am I left alone
Jianchou checked the old woman's injuries.
She was indeed very old. Even in her soul form, she could not hide the wrinkles on her face and the silver hair. The wound on her chest looked as if someone had cut it open with a knife and tried to take out her heart.
Moreover, an obscure force spread along the wound on her chest towards her neck and head.
The old woman's eyes had become a little cloudy.
But she could still see Jianchou.
When she found that she was about to reach out her hand, she put on a tired smile: "Life and death are determined by fate. How can they allow me, a mere Buddha mother, to challenge the authority of Tantric Buddhism? The fact that I can come to the City of the Dead and survive until now is already a blessing from the Buddha... ahem..."
"Mother-in-law..."
Gu Ling's tears were falling down and she could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Jianchou's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, then he slowly clenched it and retracted it.
Zhang Tang and others on the side were watching.
They all knew that the old woman would not live long. As soon as she said that sentence, her whole body shrank.
"I grew up in the snowy land."
"There are people living at the foot of the mountain, but the high snowfields are covered with ice and snow that never melts. It's always cold up there, but it's also always beautiful..."
The old woman's voice had become weak.
She stared at Jianchou, but her eyes seemed to be unfocused and empty, as if she could see some other scene through her...
Regret and miss.
"Ahem..."
"When we were little, we always liked to climb up to see the holy lake at the highest point of the snowy region. The lake is very large, spread over the white ice field. I don't know if it is reflecting the sky, or it is the lake that makes the sky blue."
"I remember it said it was called 'Galan'."
The holy lake calls itself "Galan"
Jianchou actually didn't quite understand what he heard.
But with just a few words, that feeling of loneliness and coldness has already come to me.
She seemed to become the old woman's listener.
So, Jianchou did not interrupt, but calmed down and continued listening.
"Everything in the snowy land is beautiful and clean. But when I grow up, I realize what is hidden beneath the cleanliness..."
"Ten generations ago, the Yin-Yang Realm War was a calamity between Buddhism and the three thousand sects in the Central Region."
“We all have original sin.”
His cloudy eyes were filled with old tears, which rolled down the wrinkled corners of his eyes.
I don't know if it was because of the pain of the wound, or because of the hatred for the truth she knew...
"With my mortal eyes, I can't tell where Miss Jianchou comes from."
"But I know that you will be extraordinary in the future. If one day, you can reach the Snow Region, please pick a bunch of blue phlox for me and place it in front of the Holy Lake..."
Jianchou stared at her, thinking of the Holy Son Jiye mentioned by Zongtu before, and now the old woman's seemingly simple prayer...
She is still nominally a monk of the City of the Dead.
Only after reincarnation as a human can one have the opportunity to go to the Snow Region, but by that time, once you dip into the water of the reincarnation pond, who will remember those things
Unless she could establish connections with people from the two Buddhist sects, she could seek opportunities, preserve her memories, and fulfill the old woman's request.
Jianchou knew it very well in his heart.
The old woman seemed to have a vague idea of her origins and background, but she didn't ask. Just like she and Fu Chaosheng, she tacitly agreed but didn't say it out loud.
"If I have the chance to go there, Jianchou will definitely fulfill my mother-in-law's wish."
She finally sighed slightly and laughed.
When the old woman heard this, she felt as if she had finally received the answer.
She slowly forced a smile, and rolled her eyes as hard as she could, looking at Gu Ling who was already crying bitterly, and stretched out her hand.
"Don't cry, don't cry, grandma knows you are very capable..."
The voice soon became hoarse and gradually became low.
As soon as Gu Ling stretched out her hand, the old woman's arm dropped down.
The next moment, a thick black gas burst out from the wound on her chest, and it was like some invisible monster that swallowed up the old woman's entire body in the blink of an eye.
Not even the remaining dark white bloodstains could be found on the deck of the chariot.
"Mother-in-law!"
Gu Ling had nothing in her hands. Seeing this, she shouted at the top of her lungs, but it was no use.
After engulfing the old woman, the black gas collapsed on its own and soon disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
Of course, they were all well aware of the old woman's injuries, and they all knew that there was nothing they could do to save her.
However, the strangeness of the black gas that emerged at the end was so beyond everyone's expectations that it made people feel creepy.
Jianchou looked at the desperate Gu Ling and wanted to go up to her and comfort her.
Chen Tingyan on the opposite side quietly shook his head at her and whispered, "Let her cry for a while."
Gu Ling had been with the old woman all the way, and suddenly lost such a support. How could she feel good? What's more, she thought the old woman died because of saving her.
But in fact, even if Gu Ling wasn't there, hearing the old woman's tone just now, she was certain that she was going to die.
"Snowland Tantra..."
Jianchou read these words again and felt very uncomfortable.
The relationship between the old woman and her was not really very deep.
But now that he died right in front of her, she was already so depressed and unhappy...
How did those predecessors at Yashan, those fellow disciples who died in the war between Yin and Yang realms, and even her junior brother or senior brother Qu Zhengfeng, who betrayed their master, feel
Why did Qu Zhengfeng rebel against Yashan, the subtle relationship between Fudaoshanren and Hengxu Zhenren, the details of the battle she had seen in the Ghost Axe...
Who was that person behind the purple sword light that attacked Qu Zhengfeng
Everything, at this moment, all came to my mind.
Jianchou's mind flashed back to what he had seen in the mysterious cave and when he flew over the Nineteen Continents. He also remembered the Nine-headed Bird's advice.
In the end, she said nothing.
Gu Ling cried for a long time.
Chen Tingyan went forward to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say because of his usual smooth talk, which made him look awkward. In the end, he could only look at Jianchou.
Zhang Tang was a cold-faced, ruthless and cruel official. The death of a few people was nothing to him. There were even people in the court who cursed him, saying that he would not even blink an eye even if his entire family died in front of him.
As for Li Han, or Fu Chaosheng...
No matter what your identity is, there is no possibility of saying anything to comfort them.
Here, only Jianchou is suitable.
But what can she say
Jianchou squatted down and just touched Gu Ling's messy hair. After a long time, he spoke with a difficult voice: "There is still a long way to go, you can't just cry forever."
Growing up, or growing up, is generally a very painful thing.
The more growth you get, the more hurt you may suffer.
But this is one person's business, and others cannot interfere too much.
Some lost loved ones, some were unable to save their relationship, and some were betrayed by their friends and loved ones...
Jianchou thought about it and closed his eyes slightly, but didn't say much.
She stood up and returned to the Si Nan round platform.
The little mink jumped onto her shoulder with a whoosh, pulled the Dijiang Bone Jade out of its mouth and held it in its arms. Its two eyes, one big and one small, blinked and stared at the front, making unknown babbling sounds from its mouth.
"This level should be the eighth level of the blood-sucking hell. Judging from the situation, there should be flying birds. We still have to hurry on, so please take a rest here. I will drive the chariot and look ahead."
She spoke.
No one objected.
Especially Chen Tingyan, who noticed Jianchou's current cultivation level with his sharp eyes, was extremely shocked and couldn't believe his eyes at all -
Jade Nirvana!
After going missing for a while, he ended up in Nirvana!
It's so annoying!
This cultivation speed is too scary.
Could it be…
What happened when she disappeared
Chen Tingyan suddenly became curious, but with Zhang Tang, a dead-looking man, on his left and Li Han, a moody and murderous man, on his right, he really didn't dare to ask more questions.
After all the calculations, he felt that Zhang Tang was already an eyesore enough. Now that Li Han was standing on the chariot, he didn't know why he felt very uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because, along the way, this Li Han had never passed by them
Anyway, this is a dangerous element.
Chen Tingyan had determined the nature of "Li Han" in his mind, and then he went back to Gu Ling and tried to counsel her in a casual manner.
There is still a long way to go.
The Kun Wudu chariot drew a deep white light as it moved through the dense and vast jungle. It was extremely agile, but the excessive silence gave people a very uneasy feeling.
But at this time, Jianchou's heart was very calm.
I don’t know if it was because Xiao Diao showed his great power on the seventh floor and frightened the monsters and beasts on this level of the Asanga Dao, they didn’t suffer any attacks along the way.
It seems that all the dangers are lurking in the dark, but dare not come out.
"Ahhh!"
Or is this mink the best
The little mink leaned proudly on Jianchou's shoulder all the way, and, completely uncharacteristically for its species, held its tail high in the air, looking extremely proud.
Fu Chaosheng's eyes swept past Xiao Diao, but soon fell back on Jianchou: "There are many factions in the Snow Region Esoteric Sect. Is Daoist Jianchou thinking about this?"
think…
Of course, what I am thinking about is not just the old woman’s death, but also the causes and consequences of these events, as well as the message revealed in the old woman’s words.
Yashan, Kunwu, two Buddhist sects, two Yin-Yang sects…
What roles do they play respectively
Jianchou was not very clear, so he just glanced back at Fu Chaosheng and said calmly: "I am just thinking about the difference between good and evil, and the distinction between right and wrong..."
At that moment, Fu Chaosheng almost thought she was talking about him.
But he soon realized that she was referring to the events that happened ten generations ago.
Because he had the eyes of the universe, he happened to see this matter clearly.
Who plotted against whom, who wronged whom, and even who is the culprit in Jiyudi...
He also knew it well.
But…
Fu Chaosheng looked straight at her without any reservation, with a hint of evil in his eyes, very frankly, without even the slightest bit of concealment.
"Fellow Daoist Jianchou, what do you think is right and what is wrong?"
"… "
Jianchou suddenly stopped talking, turned around to look at him, and of course met his eyes.
But at that moment, there was a hint of trance in her eyes.
In a flash, she was thinking of the lonely peak of Yashan and the cold moon, and the Guihe Well. She received a letter from Fu Chaosheng asking about his old friend's well-being. Qu Zhengfeng was also there at that time.
He asked a question that was almost identical to what Fu Chaosheng had said—
"Evil?"
"What do you think this evil spirit is, Junior Sister?"
She still remembers that she couldn't answer, so Qu Zhengfeng laughed and left without looking back...