The sky is clear and blue, and the snow-capped peaks stretch out.
The peaks in the distance are covered with snow that never melts all year round; the dark black rocks nearby are rugged and jagged.
The clear stream flows down from a high place and passes through the rocks.
A large rock was lying across the stream, forcing the water to change its course and pass around it.
Standing on it and looking north, you can see the holy mountain hidden in the clouds at the end of the sky.
This was the third time that Fu Chaosheng came here, and also the third time he looked towards the holy mountain.
After bidding farewell to Jianchou, he headed north and came to the snowy region.
Compared to the Central Region, which is rich in resources and has a suitable climate, the terrain here is higher and colder, and most of the mountain tops are covered with snow. But the sky is very blue and clean, which is intoxicating.
He was not a mortal body, so he didn't feel any discomfort.
But after arriving here, he still hasn't found the person he's looking for, which really makes him feel a little puzzled.
As early as when he was in the Polar Region, he already knew about the reincarnation of the Holy Son Jiye of the Snow Region Tantric Sect. So after finishing things over there and returning to the Nineteen Continents, he thought of coming here first to try to find Jiye and see if he could answer his doubts.
But unexpectedly, after climbing the holy mountain and entering the temple twice, there was no trace of him.
You know, he still has the Yumu and Zhoumu on him.
The Tantric monks in the temple all said that Jiye was in seclusion in the temple. But only Fu Chaosheng knew that he was not in the temple at all, not even in the Snow Region, nor in the land of the Nineteen Continents.
Yumu can't observe it, so there are only two possibilities.
One is that he was indeed not there, and the other is that Yumu saw him, but he could not tell from him who was Jiya, or even what Jiya was.
After all, the universe can only see its shape but cannot distinguish its quality.
So at this moment, even someone as powerful as Fu Chaosheng could only stand here, looking at the Snowland Temple from afar, helpless.
"I always feel like I missed something..."
He frowned slightly, and his eyes, which were full of changes, showed some thought, as if he was talking to himself.
Because there is no one else here except him.
But just right here, seemingly right beside him, a rather vicissitudes of life and majestic voice replied: "The creation of heaven and earth is miraculous. How much can you, a mere mayfly, see?"
Fu Chaosheng then lowered his eyebrows, looked at the swimming fish embroidered on his sleeve, and said with a smile: "I am the most insignificant person in the world, shallow and unaware of myself. Brother Kun is rich in the four seas and nine heavens, the master of the sky, the ruler of the sea, the greatest and the highest. I think you have discovered something?"
"So what if we discover something?"
The voice stretched out and started to laugh, but the words that came out were very infuriating.
"I won't tell you."
"… "
After all, it was because I called him a "salted fish" in front of Jianchou that day that I offended him.
Fu Chaosheng was speechless, but he guessed that he said this on purpose to induce him to ask more questions, so he was too lazy to ask.
The water in the clear stream was shallow, so he leaned over and washed his hands with the stream water.
The streams in the snowy area all originate from the surrounding mountains. They are melted ice and snow. Even if they remain here, they are still icy.
While washing his hands, Fu Chaosheng was thinking about going to the temple again to see what he had missed.
But before he could take his hands out of the stream, a hint of light red in the water immediately caught his attention...
Like a trace of ink spreading in the water, the light red color spread to his hands in the blink of an eye.
Fu Chaosheng suddenly frowned, raised his hand, took a light sniff, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The smell of blood.
He stood up and looked upstream along the stream beside the rocks. He saw deep red water flowing between the rugged rocks and it had flowed past his feet in the blink of an eye.
Is there another dispute between the new and old factions of Tantric Buddhism
But he remembered that when he had just arrived, the struggle between the new secrets and the old secrets had come to a temporary end.
After pondering for a moment, he didn't think much about it and followed the stream upstream to search.
After passing through several high mountains and several valleys, there was a deep canyon in front of us. The dangerous peaks on both sides were like two long swords, and below was a shallow beach. The stream flowed out from the other end of the canyon, and the deep red color had gradually become lighter.
Dozens of corpses lay on the shallow beach, and the ground was covered with blood.
The moment he saw it clearly, Fu Chaosheng was a little surprised.
This is because these corpses were all wearing dark-colored robes, instead of the red and yellow robes that Tantric monks often wore.
Looking at him, he actually looks like a cultivator from the Central Region.
He walked slowly over, passing through the corpses.
It was a tragic scene, but he was born with the destiny of "born in the morning and dead in the evening". He had witnessed the life and death of countless of his fellow tribesmen, so he was even more indifferent to the life and death of ordinary people.
Looking at him all the way, there was no fluctuation in his expression.
However, when he walked to the body of an old man, he suddenly stopped, his eyes stayed on a green wooden token on his waist for a moment, and then he bent down to pick it up.
It was stained with blood and even had a deep crack, but the two words engraved on it were extremely clear.
"Kunwu?"
If I remember correctly, this was the Central Region sect that was as famous as the Yashan where his old friend was. Their leader was Hengxu, who was quite capable.
But how come a cultivator from Kunwu is here and has something wrong with him
Fu Chaosheng turned the token over and threw it back on the corpse.
There were about twenty bodies in this area. But when he reached the end, the bloody smell was still there. Looking forward, he saw that there were more than a dozen people lying on the other side of the shallow canyon.
But the clothing they wore was different from that of Kunwu's group of monks.
Moreover, unlike Kunwu's side, where there were various magical weapons scattered around, these people did not even have a single sword.
Just as he walked over, he saw a figure with his feet deeply sunk in the mud and sand beside the stream.
Unlike the corpses lying around him, he was standing.
The sky-blue robe made his figure look even taller.
It was a young and handsome face, with long eyebrows slightly furrowed and eyes closed, as if he was enduring some pain, or as if he was just asleep.
The raised right hand seemed to have been holding a sword, and the left hand folded in front of the body was making hand gestures.
It looked as if he was about to open his eyes and spread the sword light across the canyon.
But Fu Chaosheng knew that this was just a lifeless body. In the Nineteenth Continent where reincarnation had ceased, its soul had long since dissipated between heaven and earth.
This person will never wake up again.
Crash.
The stream washed away a broken dark black token, lying between the rocks not far in front of him.
The two characters "Yashan" create ripples in the water, like a phantom...
At the edge of Lingzhaoding, inside the Deacon Hall.
Fourteen broken jade life tablets lay quietly on the ancient eucalyptus tree.
Sect leader Zheng Yao stood in front of the long eucalyptus, looking at it silently, with no expression on his face.
Behind him were the four great elders of Yashan: Bi Yan, Xihe, Haoran, and Qi Boyuan.
In the entire hall, from the head to the elders, and then to the deacons and disciples, no one spoke.
Cold and depressing.
Everyone felt as if there was a heavy stone pressing on their throat, making it difficult to breathe.
A ray of spiritual light descended from the sky and landed on the top of Lingzhao, at the entrance of the Deacon Hall.
Jianchou walked in quickly from the door and saw the scene at the moment. For a moment, he was afraid to speak.
Zheng Yao noticed her arrival and slowly turned around, as if he wanted to greet her with a smile, but his lips could not bend up, and he could only sigh: "Senior Sister is back."
"What happened?"
The monks of Yashan always carried long swords with them and would not return them to the armory until they died. However, she witnessed dozens of long swords being returned to the armory with her own eyes!
What happened is self-evident.
Zheng Yao glanced at her and took a step aside.
Then, the long eucalyptus behind him and the fourteen life cards arranged on the long eucalyptus appeared and fell into Jianchou's eyes.
On each life plate, there is the name of a Yashan disciple.
But they are all broken...
Jianchou looked at them one by one. There were names he knew and names he didn't know. Every time he saw a name, he felt a little sad.
The life card on the far left seemed to have been moved by someone and was placed a little crooked.
There is also a name written on it -
Yu Zhifei.
At that moment, Jianchou's hands hanging by his side trembled, and his heart began to tremble as well. He could hardly believe his eyes.
The name...
How is that possible!
Yu Zhifei.
The seventh disciple of Fudaoshanren.
When Jianchou entered the door, he knew that this Junior Brother Yu was traveling outside just like Bai Yin.
He was a man of free and easy temperament, and he took his own path. He did not follow the path of his predecessors, but instead created his own school and forged his own sword, which he named "I Am". He was a genius of his generation.
Even Qu Zhengfeng disliked people like Fudaoshanren who were so sharp-tongued, but he smiled when he mentioned him.
What a brilliant person he must be
She had been thinking that after returning to the mountain gate, she would one day be able to meet this junior brother whom she had only heard of but never met.
But who could have expected it
She suddenly didn't dare to think about how Fudaoshanren would feel if he knew...
These disciples of the sect may still feel a little unfamiliar with Jianchou.
But as the head of Yashan, Zheng Yao remembers every one of them. Those young faces...
At this moment, his eyes were red. "They were the disciples sent to the outskirts of the Snow Region a while ago to investigate the true situation of the Tantric Sect. Junior Brother Yu was traveling outside and joined them less than half a month ago..."
Snowland, Tantra.
Jianchou felt cold all over, and even his lips trembled. After a long time, he asked awkwardly, "...Where is the master?"
"I already know."
Zheng Yao shook his head and sighed, closing his eyes, his voice very deep.
"This time, Yashan lost fourteen people, Kunwu lost twenty-three people, and not even one elder was spared. A moment ago, Master Fudao received the thunder letter from Master Hengxu and went to Kunwu first."