Linghai is born with the true image, and the true image resides in the heart.
Jinglin's true appearance is the Yanquan Sword. On the day when Cang Ji swallowed the sea, he was invaded by the remnants of the evil demon. The spirit sea almost collapsed, causing the Yanquan sword to be covered with cracks, and it was on the verge of breaking the road. However, due to Cang Ji's lingering dragon breath, although Jing Lin's spirit sea was fluctuated by force, it never leaked half of it.
One of Li Rong's words is true, even if the swallowing springs continue, Jinglin is still the son of Jiutianjun. Jiutianjun spent many years casting this sword, and he will not easily allow him to break, so the nameless spell to imprison Qingsi is to firmly tie the usable Jinglin in his hand. If the spell is not removed, Jinglin will not be able to exorcise the demons. But to get rid of the spell, one must cut off the root of affection.
This is renunciation.
Seeing that the sarcophagus was tightly closed, Li Rong lowered his head and sighed. He walked out of the forbidden area, stepping on the snow without a trace. Thin snow covered the bluestone slabs, standing in front of the stage and looking down, the scenery of Jiutianmen was not what it used to be. The mountains are intertwined, and the "Nine Heavens Gate" has long been gone. Now this is the Upper Realm of Zhongdu, known as the Nine Heavens Realm of the Immortal Land.
Jiutianjun will no longer call him "father", and Li Rong and others will honor him as "junfather". At the beginning of Jiutianjing, he was titled according to his merits, and Jinglin's name was listed above the brothers, and the three words "Lin Songjun" were completely set in the divine scripture. Li Rong followed closely, and now he is called Sha Gejun.
The north wind blew against Li Rong's cheeks. His brows and eyes have changed slightly, and his youthful state has been swept away, leaving only the mature and prudent. From here, he looked at the snow and mist of the mountains, and the vast sea of clouds was boundless.
A little brown is coming in the snow.
Dongjun's shoes were soaked with snow, he didn't care at all, and stepped onto the steps with an oil-paper umbrella. Shaking the snow on the umbrella, he nodded to Li Rong perfunctorily, and said, "A bald child has come to the Brahma Temple, and he wants to escape into the empty door by picking three thousand troubles from himself, but it is a pity that others don't want it. Father Jun cherishes this person's talent, If you want to be recruited into the Soul Chasing Prison, I will leave it to you to discipline. When you are free later, you have to run."
Li Rong was unsmiling. He didn't hold a gun today, his broad robe draped across the snow, spreading out a dark red face. Hearing this, he thought for a while, and said, "I heard a few words from the Department of Human Life a few days ago."
"It only took nine hundred years for this person to enter the realm, and he has a bad temper. If he offends him in the future, you can forgive him." Dong Jun said, "I want to protect him."
Li Rong said, "It's rare."
"The talent is rare." Dongjun kicked the wet shoes, carried the umbrella handle, and said, "Nine hundred years, even Jinglin has not been so fast. I have also tried the truth, it is a mountain, stable."
"You said you wanted to protect him." Li Rong glanced sideways, "It can be seen that he must have something to do with it."
"I can't call it a handle." Dong Jun said, "it's just a love calamity. He used to belong to the nine-tailed fox Linlang. Although he never complained in front of people, he may have any slander in the future. Linlang is Cang Emperor again. Under the seat, the big demon, it is difficult to deal with the investigation of the father, so I ask you to protect the bottom."
It is not a trivial matter when it comes to Emperor Cang.
Now that the demons on Jinglin have not yet melted, there is only a pool of blood left in the sea. Emperor Cang is dead, but the Nine Heavens Realm has not spread the news to the Three Realms. Jiutianjun's mind is unpredictable, and no one can guess what his plans are.
"Wait until I see him, and then answer." Li Rong said, "What's your name?"
Dongjun said: "The past has been tickled cleanly with the troubles, and the father of the king gave the word 'Zuishan', and he called himself a drunken mountain monk."
Li Rong nodded and said, "I see, you can go."
Dongjun said: "It's not easy to come up once. It's too ruthless to send me away like this. Last time I heard that Jinglin is going to retreat, and this closure is hundreds of years." He looked back and looked at the forbidden area, "So far There is no news, whether it is dead or alive, I don’t know.”
"The Yanquan Sword is standing on the Jiutian Terrace. You can tell whether it is alive or dead at a glance." Li Rong said, "This place is not a place where you can interfere, so don't worry about it."
"I don't even think about it." Dongjun took a few steps slowly and said, "You killed Emperor Cang at the risk of the world, and you have been stationed here for all these years and refused to be replaced by others. Most of them are ashamed and hard to let go. I guess you have talked to Jinglin, he is afraid that it is not very good, and he does not want to recognize your brother again."
"Mortals have the cycle of life and death. If you make a wrong move, you can still enter. In our situation, if you make one wrong move, you will be doomed." Li Rong paused for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter whether he recognizes me or not, the important thing is to live."
"Alive." Dongjun turned out the folding fan and tapped between his eyebrows, "After this disaster, he wanted to 'die', but you all want him to live, but you don't know that if you can't survive, you can't die, but it's more painful. There are eight sufferings in the world. Now that I see him in a difficult situation, it happens to be a 'resentment meeting'!"
"He's in a different mood." Li Rong looked at Cen Ji Yunhai, "After this sadness, he will definitely be reborn and become a god in one step."
"Brother is difficult." Dongjun said.
Li Rong had already descended the steps. He walked slowly, and his footprints gradually deepened.
Dongjun suddenly said afterward: "It's better for you to be more restrained recently. Brothers, there are not many alive."
Li Rong looked back, he raised his arm suddenly, and saw the snowflakes swirling in the wind. He stood with a gun and said, "What do you think I've lived for today?"
Dong Jun laughed: "I will lose my head if I don't answer."
Li Rong also smiled, but slightly sarcastically: "Since you understand, don't interfere."
Dongjun looked slightly restrained: "It's snowing heavily today. Brother, the road is not easy to walk."
"The Great Way of the World." Li Rong said in a deep voice in the snow, "There is no difference."
In the middle of the sky, the spring and autumn come to the Jiutianjing, overlooking the mortals like mayflies. The Yanquan Sword was covered in ash and rust on the Jiutian Terrace, and the half-exposed scabbard was covered with shattered patterns, which had been kept in cold storage for many years.
Jiutianjun set up a group of immortals, and the monks chanted the scriptures by the Brahma altar. At the time of Jing Zhe, Dong Jun was drunk under the seat, leaning on the steps and sleeping soundly.
Jiutianjun sat on the high seat and asked, "Where is Dongjun?"
The drunk mountain monk kicked under the seat, and Dong Jun rolled out, not yet fully awake, and was at a loss for two feet.
Jiutianjun frowned slightly, and said, "Your duty calls for spring, now is over, Zhongdu is still snowing north and south. This is playing with things and despairing, and you should be severely punished!"
Dongjun didn't pay respects either. He sat cross-legged and said, "Reporting to your father, it's not my negligence, but a natural vision. The continuous heavy snow will not stop."
"A vision?" Jiu Tianjun shook his body slightly and said solemnly, "If today I am the only one on the earth, and I am the father, I am heaven! If there is a vision, how can I not know it?"
"Father." Dongjun said sarcastically, "When there are omissions in God's will. I saw that the snow covered the sky and the earth, obviously driven by the cold, if you can't find the root cause, you will wait until Xia Junyu, and the snow will also disappear. Can't be transformed."
"Could it be that an evil demon is causing trouble, or that a big demon was born." Yun Sheng was worried in his seat, "If this is the case, it would be better to eradicate it as soon as possible."
"I don't know whether what he said is true or not." Li Rong put down the wine bottle and said, "I will ask when he is sober."
"Every word I said is true." Dong Jun rolled forward and tried to stand up, but Jiu Jin punched his head, causing him to lie down on the ground completely. He lay there like this, raising his hand and scribbling randomly in the air, "Look, the snow is flying, and many people are frozen to death. Let me tell you the truth, no matter who you go to here, you are all wooden people throwing into the river—no way!"
Jiutianjun has been taking care of everything recently, and he didn't want such a thing to happen. He was quite concerned that Dongjun knew about it and did not report it, but his face was still pleasant and he said, "In your opinion, how should you deal with it?"
Dongjun's fingertips drew the virtual scene of Zhongdu, but it didn't look like it was frozen for several miles. He smiled and said, "It's easy to understand. What's the coldest thing in the world?"
Yun Sheng smiled and said, "The cold winter and the twelfth lunar month."
"No." Dongjun kept drinking, he covered his face with a fan, slowed down for a while, and said, "That's the normal state, it doesn't count."
"Yellow Spring Realm." The newly appointed King of Hell, still a tragic green boy, said to the people around him, "You can't sleep in the palace of the King of Hell, it's so cold and cold."
After he finished speaking, he peeked at Dong Jun again with his peripheral vision, and was fascinated by Dong Jun's expression.
Dongjun Peach Blossom's eyes gleamed, and he said, "Although Huangquan is cold, he can't help himself. Keep the warmth. The naked one is cold, and after retreating and sleeping for hundreds of years, the cultivation base increases, and the Dao is held, it is the coldest immortal in the world!"
As soon as he said this, everyone in the room changed color. Only Jiu Tianjun was so sophisticated, he only said warmly, "Open your mouth to talk nonsense again! That's your brother."
"That's why I said it's easy to understand." Dong Jun suddenly sat up, put his knees on one hand, and looked in the direction of the forbidden area, "My brother Lin Song Jun is going to leave the customs. You have heard the Yanquan Sword for a long time, but it is difficult to see it. Sharp edge. It's all worth it today!"
Dongjun's voice fell, and everyone was shocked. The wine bottle rippled lightly, and the sound of chanting sutras in the Brahma altar suddenly rang loudly, and immediately after seeing the lotus ponds blooming for several miles, there was a strong cold wind blowing in the sea of clouds. Underfoot, the snow-covered pines swayed violently, and the sound of pine swayed through the heavens and the earth.
Li Rong stood up. A few snowflakes drifted out of nowhere, followed by the wind, covering the wind and waves with his sleeves, and saw the blue light on the Jiutian Terrace breaking open.
The Yanquan Sword trembled and howled, and the rust was mottled and fell off. The cold glow splattered and clanged out of its sheath!
The light in the environment is slightly dazzling.
Jing Lin narrowed his eyes a little, and then stepped out slowly.
The light covers the whole body, and the black hair has grown to the back of the feet, and no longer wears the silver crown. The sky blue wafted in the wind, and the white robe finally became a cloud of the past. He is no longer as young as he is, and his coldness has turned into a lonely cold. The stature seems to have grown, but as thin as ever.
In the environment, the sheng music has stopped, and the chanting has stopped. Songfeng returned to calm with Jinglin's footsteps, the lotus pond did not splash, and the wine did not move at all. The group of gods knelt down on their knees, and they didn't even dare to shout "Lin Song-Jun" in the midst of the cold, and there was no sound for a while.
Li Rong's case was knocked down by a wine bottle. He pushed away the seat and called out, "Jinglin..."
Jinglin and Li Rong passed by, and he knelt on one knee in front of the steps. The palm was slightly raised, and the Yanquan sword instantly returned to the master.
"Father."
Those ruthless eyes looked up.
"Here is my son."
Jiutianjun originally sat slantingly, but he felt a little frightened when he saw this. Holding his hands, he slowly stood up, and the Pearl in front of him shook violently. He calmed down and greeted the next step with a big smile: "My son, please get up, I've been waiting for my father for a long time!"