Wang Lin and Chen Daozi sat like this on the top of the city, silently drinking the wine in their hands. Sometimes they looked up, and they could also see the fiery red world in the distance.
"Dead... The third child is dead, and the second child's soul eventually dissipated..." Chen Daozi took a bitter sip and drank the wine in the pot, still aside.
"The three sons of Chen Dao, the three sons of Chen Dao, now I am the only one left..."
Wang Lin was silent, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and said softly: "Back then, I shouldn't have let the three of you go together..."
Chen Daozi turned around abruptly and stared at Wang Lin, his expression showing hideousness and hatred. Wang Lin also looked at Chen Daozi, silently.
"Ling'er, go get a drink!" The two looked at each other for a long time, and the hideousness on Chen Daozi's face gradually disappeared, and he said to Ling'er behind him a little sadly. Turned his head, looking at the fiery red of the distant world.
"A monk, walking against the sky, since you embarked on this path of no return, you will inevitably die. I understand that... You invited the three of me to the land of demon spirits back then. You didn’t force it, yes. The three of me voluntarily, the old man also understands this..." Chen Daozi looked bitterly, looked at the scattered jugs around him, picked up a few and shook them, and they were all empty.
In silence, Wang Lin handed the wine pot to Chen Daozi. Chen Daozi took a big sip, tears in his eyes, and muttered: "The old man hates his lack of cultivation, and what he hates is his inability to resurrect his second and third brothers. , I hate that I can't get revenge!! Ashamed of their two souls!!"
At this moment, Ling'er also bought wine from the city, with red eyes, gently placed a few wine flasks next to Chen Daozi.
Wang Lin picked up a hip flask and drank the flask in one gulp. His eyes showed decisiveness, and he said solemnly: "Daozi Chen, Wang is responsible for this matter. If you didn't let the three of you go with you, there would be no such thing. A miserable thing happened. The one who killed your Junior Apprentice is Gumo Tajia. Wang promised that it will not take long for you to have the opportunity to kill Ancient Demon Tajia by your own hands and take revenge for your Junior Brother!"
Chen Daozi trembled and suddenly raised his head to look at Wang Lin, his expression revealing excitement.
"This is true!"
"This is Wang's promise to you!" Wang Lin put the hip flask on the ground, stood up and looked at the distant world, as if he was reminiscing about something, and slowly said: "A person lives, life and death. It’s ok... It’s enough for your brothers and brothers, and you to go to the memorial ceremony. I wait for the cultivators, life and death are no longer in your life, in the vast star field, every day there will be cultivators die, how many people remember them, how many will there be .It can be a memorial service.
To embark on this road of no return, one must see through life and death, through one's own life and death, but also through the lives and deaths of others... Wang once sent a deceased's ashes back to his hometown, where he heard a children's song.
The apricot tree has white flowers, and the adopted daughter is not a Taoist family. A year ago, Erlang had just gone up the mountain, but after the year, Ichiro was dead, and his adopted daughter cried to accompany the death, but he took the coffin as his own. The apricot blossom tree has white flowers. Children should not see Taoism. If you ask me how old I am, I still say that I don't have a relationship with the Tao. When the dog barks, the cat scratches. Scared the Taoist priest back to his hometown...
A little nursery rhyme, but it shows through the sorrow and sorrow of people in my generation... Chen Daozi, see through it, see through it, you will have less pain..."
Wang Lin's voice was calm, but there was a deep sense of melancholy. After leaving this paragraph, he got up and walked away. His back contained more depression and loneliness than Chen Daozi.
Chen Daozi stared at Wang Lin's back in a daze, and surrounded his ears with the words before. Seeing that Wang Lin was about to go far, he stood up and said loudly, "Can you see through?"
In the distance, Wang Lin's body shook. After stopping, he didn't look back. He was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I didn't see through..." With bitterness, Wang Lin turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky.
Time gradually passed. Since Wang Lin left Chen Daozi, he has always been sitting cross-legged by the crater, silently looking at the volcano, constantly replaying the past scenes in his mind.
He can't see through life and death, so he has to endure more than a thousand years of pain and loneliness, and he has to continue to bear it...
Struggling in that pain, taking the thoughts in your heart as your soul, walking on this vast road of monasticism, without beginning and end, without end.
At the volcano, in addition to the faint sound of the billowing black smoke rising, there was also the sound of the surrounding world burning like flames, except for these, it was quiet.
In this silence, Wang Lin sat there silently. In front of him, there was a coffin. The coffin was like crystal, glowing brightly. Inside, there was a woman lying quietly. The woman's skin was crystal clear, she didn't look like a dead person at all, but she was asleep.
This woman did not have the face of the world, and the temperament of the city, but in Wang Lin's eyes, even the most beautiful person in the world. The daughter of the allure is not even more than half the woman in this coffin.
"Waner..." Wang Lin gently rubbed his right hand on the coffin, his eyes showed tenderness. He looked at the woman in the coffin as if he had returned to Vermilion Star.
Life and death, Wang Lin, can't see through after all.
At this moment, it is as if everything in this world no longer exists, the only thing left is him and the woman in the coffin.
Silently feeling loneliness, quietly looking at this woman who had been with him for more than a thousand years, in this quiet world, Wang Lin gradually found a ray of warmth in his heart.
Although this warmth is little, it is integrated into Wang Lin's soul. Like the illusion on the left bank, knowing that it can dissipate at any time, but still watching persistently, even if there is a river of life and death.
For more than a thousand years of cultivation, the woman in this coffin is the only sustenance in Wang Lin's heart. Rubbing the coffin, Wang Lin seemed to have forgotten everything, but silently looked at the woman.
"When you wake up... we look for a Taoyuan that no one can find, and live quietly..." Wang Lin showed a gentle smile on his face. This small wish in others' eyes is the biggest wish in his heart.
"I didn't understand very much before... Now, I understand..." Wang Lin murmured, revealing a deep sorrow and melancholy from his body.
In the past, he was just ignorant of the relationship between Zhou Yi and Qingshuang, but after more than a thousand years of cultivation, after this endless loneliness, Wang Lin understood.
That is a kind of spiritual sustenance, that is a kind of persistence and struggle, and it is also a kind of unwillingness!
"Wan'er. Do you remember? I told you before that even if you die this day, I will take you back!!!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed a steadfastness against the sky.
In this burning star field, the most indispensable thing for every cultivation star of the Vermilion Sacred Sect is the volcano. In this special environment, the volcanoes often erupt thick magma.
Every eruption of a volcano makes the whole land tremble, and the rumbling sound is enough to shake the earth, especially when the black smoke covers the sky, the magma falls like rain, and it is like the end of the world!
For the disciples of Suzaku Shengzong, they had seen too many volcanic eruptions, but Wang Lin had seen very few.
At this moment, in the volcano he was in, muffled noises continued to appear and became more and more intense, but Wang Lin didn't care about these at all. In his eyes, only Li Muwan in the coffin was the only one.
The rumbling noise in the volcano became more and more intense. At the end, it was like a giant beast roaring in the volcano, a black smoke rising from the crater of the volcano while the earth was trembling, and spreading crazily around the sky in a ring. Turn it on to cover the red light from the sky, making the earth instantly in pitch black.
Immediately afterwards, the roaring sound in the volcano became more and more intense, and in an instant, a crimson glow went to the sky, and a pillar of magma rushed out into the sky!
From a distance, this scene is extremely shocking, especially when Wang Lin is sitting next to the crater. The surrounding rocks are trembling, large pieces of falling off, and some are involved in the lava rushing out.
This magma almost soared into the sky in front of Wang Lin, and it was less than ten feet away from him! That thick heat wave and magma, like a fire dragon rushing out of a volcano, sprayed in the sky with a earth-shaking roar.
It seemed that at this moment, Heaven and Earth collapsed in front of Wang Lin, but he couldn't make him look up... He just silently looked at the coffin without paying any attention.
Even during this volcanic eruption, the earth was like rolling, and cracks appeared, which was quickly filled with falling magma. As the earth shook, as the volcano continued to erupt, thick magma overflowed in the crater. Down the volcano like an angry wave.
With the flow of magma, the entire volcano was covered in a blink of an eye, and it continued to spread below.
At this moment, the sky is like rain and the ground is covered like waves. The whole world is in black and red. The black is billowing smoke, and the red is the magma that illuminates everything.
"Is it pretty..." Wang Lin said softly.
"This is the power of landslides, and it is also the volcanic collapse that I have waited for these days, and finally waited... Wan'er, you accompany me to witness the fourth form of my perception of Bai Fan's magic... landslide!"
Wang Lin whispered to himself, looking at the rainy magma in the sky. At this moment, the rumbling sound of the volcano he was on appeared again, and another eruption began.
The greater the distance the earth shook, it caused the tremors of another volcano in the distance. Under Wang Lin's eyes, the volcano in the distance suddenly spewed thick smoke and magma.
Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes, and the scenes of Qing Shui raising his right hand and performing landslide magic tricks gradually emerged in his mind.
In fact, as early as that year in the land of the demon spirit, Wang Lin found a touch of a landslide in the volcanic eruption, but this feeling was very weak, and he couldn't help thinking about it under the crisis at the time.
But at the moment, the most indispensable thing in this cultivation star of the Vermilion Sacred Sect is the volcanoes. After Wang Linming realized the fire element, he gradually became clear about the immortal art of Qingshui in his mind about landslides. stand up.