The moonlight is like yarn.
There is a golden statue of the immortal master in the temple, tributes and incense candles are all in sight. Among the crowds, there are some very young children who are led by their parents to worship and offer incense, and then compete with a person next to the temple. Taoist talk.
Some people are dressed in luxurious clothes, like rich and wealthy merchants, and some are neat and clean, full of poetry and books, but more are ordinary people, with clear longing on their faces.
Jiang Yinghe came a little later, most of the people had already dispersed, only one or two children left behind by their parents in the temple stood timidly behind the Taoist with their heads down.
From Jiang Yinghe's point of view, with the Taoist's aptitude in front of him, there is almost no hope on the path to the orthodox Taoism, but the evil cultivator's aura in him seems to be well hidden, making it difficult for him to find out what his cultivation is for a while.
There was no monastic aura about him, but because of his appearance and demeanor, he and the little boy who was holding his hand were looked at several times by the other party. Finally, the man in Taoist uniform couldn't help calling: "Wait a minute."
Jiang Yinghe stopped for a moment and said, "Taoist?"
The man saw that the immature boy in the red robe had excellent foundations, so he couldn't help but leave a comment. When he got closer, he saw Jiang Yinghe's face carefully.
The man was stunned for a moment, his heart beating wildly. He vaguely felt that this was not an ordinary person, but he still collected his mind and said in a mysterious way: "This is your child? From the perspective of the poor, it is quite a fairy tale."
Jiang Yinghe glanced at Chang Ye who had turned into a child, and nodded.
This is probably the first person to say that Yaozun Tianjiu has a celestial destiny.
Seeing him nodding, the man made a plan in his heart, wanted to stay with him and the child, and was about to start fooling around from the beginning, when he heard the person in front of him asking.
"I don't know how old he is, but which generation of Penglai's disciples are he?"
The man replied without changing his face: "It's the seventeenth generation."
Jiang Yinghe nodded indifferently, and said again: "Do you know the generation of the immortal who came to accept disciples?"
The man had never seen such an attitude of seeking immortality before, and he was a little flustered. Just as he was about to hang his neck and continue talking nonsense, he realized that he couldn't utter a single word.
Jiang Yinghe stopped his words casually, looked at it calmly, and said, "Since you don't know, I will tell you."
At this moment, the surrounding lights and candles were suddenly windless and automatic, flickering back and forth. The man was restrained all over, and was swept away by a cold aura, and suddenly fell to the ground.
He raised his head hastily, and saw a whole body like a
Bing Xuejian appeared in front of his eyes, his heart was shocked, and he immediately thought of the fairy they impersonated, and immediately begged for mercy: "Your Excellency, please forgive me, we are just doing things for others—"
Between the words, the Taoist uniform in front of him was suddenly torn, and the person who looked like a fairy suddenly turned into a monster under the sword.
Jiang Ying's Hemei Peak didn't move, the snow sword in his hand had come out of his fingers, and penetrated into the chest of the monster in front of him as if consciously, the chill froze the blood, and the next moment, his body was turned into flying ash.
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his Wangchen sword, and said to Chang Ye: "There are children over there, go and watch them."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yinghe looked up at the statue in front of him carefully, and said calmly: "The moment I stepped into this room, the spirit on the statue suddenly moved. Do you know I'm coming?"
The next moment, the statue suddenly shattered, and the ghost attached to it screamed. Just as he was about to escape, he was pulled into the temple by an invisible suction force.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and saw that Qin Jun on the temple had already collected the ghost, thinking that the matter had been settled, when he was about to withdraw his sword, a female voice suddenly sounded from the side of the temple.
"I knew Xianjun was coming."
Jiang Yinghe's thoughts tightened, but he felt a pure and authentic power of Taoism spreading, and his body exuded a chill similar to his.
"I have been waiting here for a long time, Jiang Xianjun."
... That monster and ghost were driven by her
Jiang Yinghe suddenly felt a chill in his fingertips.
"Friend Xian, why don't you show up and see."
There was a burst of clear laughter from the corner of the temple, and a person appeared from the temple, and walked a few steps closer like a stroll in the courtyard.
"After a few hundred years, the immortal king will come back safe and sound?"
"... Liyue real person?"
The woman in front of her is dressed in a light blue gauze dress, and her body has distinct attributes, which are derived from the Guanghan Palace. She has a gentle expression and a slender body. At a glance, she is undoubtedly a real person of the right way.
But Jiang Yinghe vaguely sensed something as she approached step by step. He stared at the past, and asked: "You have... the thunder robbery from the primordial spirit to the hole? What enmity do you and I have, why do you have to?"
Master Li Yue glanced at the temple, and sighed: "I know I can't make it through, the immortal journey has come to an end."
"It's just... a few days ago, I just learned from the subdued monsters that the lord who unified the Heavenly Demon Sect was also called Li Huanhan." She paused, then looked at Jiang Yinghe, "My son was defeated by him in the past. Under the sword, my skills are not as good as others, and since then I have left a knot in my heart, and even made a wrong step, and the road is hopeless. But now
—But I just found out that the peerless genius under the Immortal King was originally a monster who went astray! "
Daoist Li Yue has reached the brink of crossing the catastrophe, but she has no intention of coping with it, and almost only wants to die. She came here to find her purpose...
Jiang Yinghe guessed what she wanted to do.
"Reverend Liyue." He gripped the Wangchen sword tightly, "This is Luo City, not the world of cultivation."
There are 700,000 people in Luo City, yearning for the immortal way, and the atmosphere is very easy to give birth to the descendants of cultivators.
He wanted to remind the other party that if a thunder calamity were triggered here, under the thunder, the city would be like paper, which would break at the touch of a finger.
"Of course I know." When she walked up to Jiang Yinghe, she could feel the three dangerous gazes locked on her body. She raised her hand and raised the whisk, and continued, "He is a monster, and the fairy is still taking care of him. Why is my son worthy? Don’t come into your sect? I would like to ask senior, if he is an evil cultivator, did senior know about it? Did Penglai also know about it?!”
Jiang Yinghe stared at him without saying a word, and could feel an aura of almost despair on the other party's calm surface.
"... the head of the immortal sect." Master Li Yue clenched his silver teeth, "It's just a false name."
The sky above Luocheng was gloomy, the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and thunderclouds rolled.
Jiang Yinghe could feel that the Thunder Tribulation hanging high on his body was also aroused, and he felt a little unstable.
"Liyue," Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath, "You claim to be righteous all your life, and you want to ignore 700,000 innocent people?"
"I'd like to ask senior instead." Daoist Liyue said, "As the leader of swordsmanship, you shelter monsters, cultivate evil cultivators, and reject the true pillars of righteousness. Why?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't know how to explain it to her.
Ordinary monks will usually find a clean place to retreat during the tribulation. Even if the thunder calamity rolls around for seven days, it will not affect others. And like the real person Liyue, he can barely bear the thunder from Yuanshen to Dongxu. If the third kalpa of Dongxu realm on him is brought down, here... can't bear it at all.
Liyue stood on the spot, looked around, stopped on the temple, and said: "The body of the demon above, and your other disciple, right? Let them not waste their efforts, the way of heaven runs, even if it is that A Demon Lord really has half the power of a Golden Immortal, but he can't save your Dao."
Jiang Yinghe guessed right.
The thunderclouds rolling over Luocheng were not only Li Yue's, but also his own.
According to the predicted time, they were attracted together, and the third calamity that should not have come came ahead of schedule.
The reason why Jiang Yinghe bid farewell to Lanruo Temple was because of the test of Buddha's heart on the abbot Chanqing, and he did not dare to cross the catastrophe by his side. Didn't expect it to be here...
Just before Li Yue finished speaking, her body was suddenly pierced by a silver long sword, and after passing through her body, it suddenly returned to Qin Jun's hand.
The evil spirit's brows were clouded, and it fell from the temple. Just as he wanted to get close to Jiang Yinghe, he was swept around by a spiritual force containing ice and snow.
"The thunder is coming, don't come over."
Jiang Yinghe watched the immortal body in front of him turn into ashes, and sighed.
"You... can you help me prop up the barrier."
His words were calm as usual, but it made people's internal organs ooze a slight chill.
"Master..."
"Establish an enchantment."
Jiang Yinghe interrupted him.
Just as the real person Li Yue said, this is his own catastrophe, and no one else should interfere.
Even though Jiang Yinghe's stance was firm, Chang Ye was still unwilling to reconcile, almost impatient, and said, "What kind of barrier should you set up? Your life is the most important thing, and you don't care what other people do? This time, it was the same as last time. When will you..."
He wanted to say, when can you think about yourself first. If the three of them assisted, even if they couldn't get through, they wouldn't be in danger of their lives, just like what Jiang Yinghe did to Qin Jun in the past. But every time, the master just asked them to support the barrier, not to affect others.
But what he cherishes and cares about is the tiny human race that lives like ants, the ashes under their feet that die in a hundred years, and their souls disappear without a trace.
Changye has never hated a person's kindness so much.
But he never thought that when Jiang Yinghe made a move in the past, Qin Jun was just a golden core crossing the catastrophe, but now the black thunder cloud above Luocheng is the third thunder of the cave, which is enough to shatter the world, Submerge the fragile earth beneath your feet.
It is even more capable of crushing those ants-like lives.
The thunder cloud has condensed, and it is impossible to change the location.
Changye didn't intend to set up a barrier at all, he just wanted to protect the master in front of him, but he was blocked by layers of spiritual power from his sweetheart. Rises up just to surround this newly built temple.
The statues were shattered, the altar collapsed, and only a few children shrank outside the barrier and hid in the corner of the temple.
"Li Huanhan!"
Chang Ye shouted hoarsely, and met a pair of blood-like eyes.
"You listened to him?! Do you want him to die?!"
Perhaps the monsters are too sensitive, and Chang Ye is more sensitive than anyone else.
Sensing the slightest change in Jiang Yinghe's emotions, he could see the uneasiness in Master's heart, but even more, he could feel the vigor of putting death to life.
After all, he is a sword cultivator, and he still has to control his own path.
Li Huanhan's bloody eyes were quiet, and he was as silent as ever, as if he didn't intend to answer Chang Ye, but his eyes were only focused on Jiang Yinghe.
Just after Chang Ye finished yelling, another layer of enchantment filled with a strong ghost aura covered it, tightening the barrier that contained the catastrophe.
Chang Ye looked at Qin Jun in disbelief, and his fingers made a crisp bone sound.
The evil spirit also didn't say anything, but said something in a tone as cold as ice when it felt the rolling of the thunder calamity.
"Long night, enchantment."
Chang Ye slammed into the edge of the table with his backhand, cracks broke out from the table to the ground, and it was smashed into pieces.
He felt that he was going crazy. After living for so many years, he couldn't imagine the choice of facing life-threatening in order to "not affect others". It was even more unbelievable that Li Huanhan and Qin Jun were willing to accept his offer. idea.
A beast's hoarse growl came from his throat, and the fingers that hit the ground were bruised.
Changye swallowed the bloody smell that filled his throat, tried to accept and understand, and restrained his thoughts of rushing in.
... He tried hard to convince himself to be obedient.
That bloody hand covered the barrier, and the last layer of barrier spread over with glowing rays, forming an indestructible barrier.
At the same time, under the thundercloud that had been brewing for a long time, a purple electric light blasted down, piercing through the dilapidated dome of the temple, causing a violent explosion like an explosion.
The electric light splits and scorches the ground.
The heavenly thunder that was forcibly induced, contained the remaining power of Liyue Daoist who had not passed through it, submerged into the ice and snow Taoist body, shaking the meridians.
Jiang Yinghe half-kneeled on the ground, holding the Wangchen Sword with one hand, and his natal sword made a violent buzzing sound.
Bright red and sweet blood flowed from the wound that was split open by the lightning, and slowly soaked into the ground.
Another torrential rain.
This city, which admires the fairy wind, seems to have stopped at night.
Thunder rolls.
The blood spread down his arm, wetting his snow-white clothes, drop by drop, like a dead red plum.
Jiang Yinghe coughed, leaned on his sword, and slowly got up.
The next moment, where the thunderclouds gathered, there was another cataclysm that crashed down, and the lightning flashed across the sky, setting off Shen Ye's snow-white sky for a moment.
Guanghua shines on the moon.
At the moment after the roaring sound and the huge earthquake, more bloodstains flowed along the damaged area.
The spine spread down and dipped into the body.
Does it hurt
... It doesn't seem to be very painful.
Jiang Yinghe held the hilt of the sword, and saw the blood dripping from his arm slipping across the blade. He counted the number, and thought of the last three ways of Yunan Dao's question, how would he get through it
Logically speaking, he should be used to crossing robbery. From the moment he set foot on the fairy road, he realized that no matter how talented he is, he will encounter his own difficulties in the future.
The words "death, death, and elimination" have never been far away from him.
It rained cats and dogs.
Amidst the sound of the huge rain, more lightning flashed through the sky.
boom—
The enchantment that restrained the catastrophe shook accordingly.
Bit by bit, the blood soaked the ground.
He is like a piece of broken jade, stained with bright red blood, and like a sword tempered by ice, exuding an irresistible and invincible sharpness.
He himself is a divine weapon tempered by tempering.
Fourth way, fifth way...
Until the last body-hardened purple thunder covered the top, the Wangchen sword he held in his hand was suddenly broken, and the sword body made of solid ice broke into two sections and collapsed into the rubble.
Blood dripped from the fingertips, and dripped from the tip of the sword.
There are three more questions...
Under the light of the electric light, his firm Dao heart almost had the illusion of being split in half.
boom—
With the torrential rain, thunder, and electric light intertwined, the inquiry of the Dao of Heaven penetrated into the mind like a torrent of bells.
—Why hesitate
why
His Dao heart was the same as before, and he never hesitated.
Jiang Yinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised his finger to wipe away the blood from his lips.
Since the day he decided to practice, he has been on the way without any change. Why has he hesitated
The thunder rolls past the ears, the temple shatters, and the wind howls.
The eighth thunder came in a mighty way.
—Why hesitate
why
He follows his nature in everything, and he is worthy of all beings in the world. Why has he hesitated
Jiang Yinghe found the answer almost as soon as the sound of questioning came into his head. He never deviated from his direction, and insisted on keeping his original intentions unchanged.
At this time, the snow-white clothes on his body were already stained red with blood, and the thunder pierced through his internal organs, and even his fingertips were numb, as if he had crushed a jade bone.
The broken sword is still clanking.
Jiang Yinghe inserted half of the sword in his hand into the ground, and when he was about to get up, the last thunder came crashing down. It was still the same but different problem.
—Why hesitate
why...
The first question is about the heart, the second question is about the original heart, and the third question is...
It is to ask his sincerity.
He was firmly pressed to the ground by Heaven's questioning, with scattered blood and cracks in front of his eyes, and the faces of the people around him could not be restrained in his mind.
Why hold back...
Is it for the sake of fame in the world, is it difficult to tolerate good and evil, or is it afraid that the heart-to-heart will only be for a moment, and after the separation and fusion of souls, it will be just a dream
He may be just a record on someone else's path. The great power of the world should live forever on the sky, instead of entangled with him...
His sincerity.
Bit by bit, where is the sincerity...
Jiang Yinghe smelled a heavy smell of blood, but he could feel the question pouring into the altar along his mind, almost breaking his spirit.
Just at this moment, the barrier that restrained the thunder suddenly loosened, and a gigantic behemoth appeared in its original form, rushing into the barrier, covering Jiang Yinghe's figure, and blocking the lightning and thunder that were running around. , sheltered from the downpour.
Tian Jiao wrapped him in his arms, but in the perception of his divine sense, even without the engulfing and eroding of the last thunderbolt, the avenue of questioning that penetrated into the heart and soul was already wearing him down and destroying him.
In the next moment, the huge prototype of Tianjiao disappeared instantly, and the young man in red hugged Jiang Yinghe tightly into his arms, and kissed his blood-stained lips.
In front of Jiang Yinghe was half a pitch-black mask, and the other half was Chang Ye's magnificent and beautiful face. He licked and bit his own lips, but during the kiss, he spit out a demon pill, split it into two, and sent it into Jiang Yinghe's mouth. Between the lips.
… Is he crazy
The inner alchemy of the demon clan is like the golden elixir and Yuanying of the monks. It is no different from the second life. If it is light, the realm will regress, and if it is serious, it will turn into a prototype...
But Jiang Yinghe didn't have the strength to struggle, his spirit was constantly being shattered, so he could only passively bear half of the demon pill into his spirit.
Jiang Yinghe squeezed his fingers together, grabbed his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "...it's useless..."
Why hold back...
He had difficulty answering.
Can't untie, can't get around, can't escape.
Just when Jiang Yinghe was in a trance, he heard a brief system sound in a trance, but he couldn't think about it anymore, he could only feel the vague emptiness and the broken soul...
The souls that fell from the sky thunder will turn into true spirits on their own and return to the heaven and the earth.
Perhaps he will also return in a rain.
Just as his consciousness was gradually sinking, Chang Ye was pulled away violently by one hand, and another force poured into it, covering Jiang Yinghe's overflowing spirit
, recondensed.
The devilish energy in Li Huanhan's palms rolled and boiled, suppressing all the aftermath of the thunder calamity around him, and then immediately contracted the barrier, bringing the barrier back to the master's side, assisting that force to condense the soul.
"Still stunned?" Qin Jun's voice came from behind, unimaginably low and hoarse, "Protect the reincarnation."
Each of these four words exhausted my mind and strength.
After a long night of blank mind, there was a sudden shock, and only then did he find a glimmer of life from the accumulated despair.
The half of the demon pill in front of him melted into the soul, slowly solidified, and then turned into the operation of the heavenly way.
Chang Ye stared blankly at everything in front of him, watching the condensed soul slowly leave his sight and disappear without a trace.
There is silence all around, only the continuous sound of rain.
After a short while, Chang Ye's low, hoarse voice was heard.
"The reincarnated person... will he have memory?"
"After you wake up, you can remember." Qin Jun said.
"When... can we meet again..."
"… do not know."
"Then, will he still like me?"
"Has Master ever liked you?"
It was quiet again.
The rain washes away the blood, but the body has long since dissipated.
Changye watched Li Huanhan pick up the Wangchen Sword that was broken in two.
The king's heart cuts the jade knife, and it breaks in two with one stroke.
Changye stood up, without saying anything, turned around and walked into the rain.
No one stopped him.
Li Huanhan lowered his head and wiped the broken sword in his hand. His hand was not very stable, and he used very light force, but because his hand was too unstable, he was still scratched by the broken Wangchen sword.
Drops of blood oozed out bit by bit, and merged with the body of the sword.
Li Huanhan's movements paused, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "Those children in the corner..."
"not dead."
"… That's good."
Li Huanhan wrapped the broken sword in cloth, lowered his head and said: "Otherwise, he will blame me."
As these words fell, the enchantment that restrained the catastrophe completely dissipated, and inside the ruined temple, there were only broken walls, bloodstains all over the floor, and the sobbing cries of children.
——
Tonight is the Lantern Festival in Los Angeles.
The day before the festival, a heavy rain fell in the middle of the night, smashing the immortal temples in the west of the city to pieces. Every family closed their doors and windows for half the night before they realized that the rain had stopped. I was worried about affecting the holding of the Lantern Festival, but tonight, it is a rare bright moon and bright sky.
Los Angeles seemed completely unaffected by the rainstorm. In the eyes of many people, this is just a rain, at most it is too unfortunate that it smashed
built a fairy temple.
Unfortunately, however, that's all there is to it. The 700,000 people in Luo City are safe everywhere, and no one was killed or injured.
The long night wakes up from an empty attic.
He split the inner alchemy, and his realm fell several floors. He didn't know when he turned into a cat, and temporarily slept upstairs for a day and a night.
He regained his human form, sat on the small building and looked down, the lanterns all over the city were lit up, ups and downs, and the shadows of the lights swayed.
Vendors are hawking, tourists are flocking, and the eyes are full of red dust.
Thousands of lights.
Chang Ye lay upstairs and looked at it for a while, and for a moment, he seemed to understand what the master was guarding.
He closed his eyes, and turned back into a white cat, with his fluffy tail turned around, and his body was covered with wet rainwater, mud, and blood stains.
The kitten was lying in a place where the night wind was less, as if he had suddenly lost the place to keep him.
... I obviously listened to you.
please...don't leave me...
The author has something to say: Yeer no longer has a master.
You are going to grow up.
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