The green mountain is no longer... it has become a bare mountain of death.
The green water is no longer clear, it emits a stench...
Even the wind that blows over is full of vicissitudes and sorrow, and smells of decay.
There are also the exquisite attic halls everywhere, and at the same time they are full of dust, they have lost their vitality and are in decline.
The stone steps of the hills are even more damaged, and a large amount of rubble is in the wind, and it seems that there is sad music.
Those disciples of Donglinzong who walked and galloped that Wang Lin had seen before are all on the square, in the hall, and on the stone steps. I don’t know how long they have been dead. Their bodies have long rotted and become. The look of a skeleton.
And the disciples of Donglinzong sitting cross-legged in their respective residences, the same is true, they are all bones...
This is a dead sect!
Without the slightest vitality, surrounded by a thick death...
But within this Donglin, under the strong aura of death, the existence of a dream barrier is permeated. This dream barrier is made up of the illusion before the death of countless people, like these dead disciples of the Donglin Sect. When I died, I didn’t know I was dead...
They are still in that dream, practicing.
This was also the reason why Wang Lin and Liu Jinbiao stood there before, and the disciples of the East Linzong passed by them one by one, but they did not find the slightest reason. It was not that Wang Lin did not exist, but that they... did not exist.
It is not appropriate to say that it is a ghost. From Wang Lin's eyes, there are no ghosts. Yes, it’s just a dream barrier that doesn’t know about death... Under this dream barrier, even if outsiders come here, it’s difficult for outsiders to spot the clues. Even being attracted by it, there will be a scene similar to hallucinations. This is actually , Because of the dream barrier of outsiders, merge with this place and blend into it.
This place has been destroyed for countless years. How long is it? Wang Lin does not know... But he understands that perhaps many people have come here for countless years without realizing that this is actually a dead clan. After staying here as a guest, he left...
But he can't be the first to spot the clues here!
Because he saw that in the center of the Eastern Linzong, in a huge palace, there was a life of sorrow that existed silently.
That life is full of loneliness and sorrow, like a young child who lost all his relatives after a home is destroyed, and guards silently in the ruins after crying bitterly for a long time.
There is no one to accompany, only the ruins of death and a corpse. In that loneliness and sorrow, everyone’s dream barriers are condensed, so that the illusory green mountains and rivers, the illusory prosperous sect, and the illusion of each other. Linzong disciple, come to accompany yourself...
When Wang Lin didn't understand his own virtual origin, he still couldn't see it even when he came here, but at this moment he saw it and felt it, and in a light sigh, he closed his eyes again.
When the wind passed, the decay and death of the East Linzong in his opened eyes disappeared. Instead, it was the scenes of vigorous vitality and the communication of many disciples.
"Let's go." Wang Lin said softly and walked forward. Liu Jinbiao couldn't see the changes here, but he could faintly feel that something was wrong here. He looked around for a long time, followed behind Wang Lin, and walked forward.
As he moved forward, there were faint ripples out of Wang Lin's body. Outsiders could not see these ripples. This was a manifestation of Wang Lin letting go of himself and letting himself into the dream barrier of this place.
When he and Liu Jinbiao landed on the land of the Eastern Linzong, they saw two long rainbows roaring in the distance, transforming into a man, a woman, and two monks in front of them.
The two monks were young, and the male cultivators were quite handsome, and their expressions did not neglect at all, but showed respect. The woman next to him was very beautiful, looking at Wang Lin with curiosity in her eyes.
"Senior, the younger generation, by the order of the ancestor, has invited Senior to go to the East Lin Hall." The young man smiled and clasped his fists, his words were respectful, and his expression was the same.
The woman beside him also clasped her fists, her eyes swept across Wang Lin.
Wang Lin looked at the two Donglinzong disciples in front of him, sighed softly in his heart, and nodded.
Under the guidance of these two disciples of the East Linzong, they took Wang Lin and flew towards the Donglin Hall in the very center. The East Linzong was very large, and along the way, Wang Lin saw the whole East Linzong, a scene of vitality. .
He saw many cranes flying, and there were monks on the ground, whether in the medicine courtyard or in the residence of the disciples, either meditating alone, or laughing and talking with each other.
When the wind blows, it also contains a strong fairy air, just like a fairyland outside the world.
On the way, Wang Lin also saw some disciples of the Eastern Linzong galloping past. After seeing him, he showed himself and bowed his fists in respect.
The people of the east sect were very gentle and kind to Wang Lin, as if Wang Lin was the guest of this sect.
When they were approaching the east side hall of the center, the two Changhongs roared up with a shocking momentum, and came to the front of Wang Lin in an instant, and there was a hearty laughter.
"Dong Cun, Xiao Yan, you two should withdraw." In that laughter, two monks appeared in the two Changhong. The speaker was an old man, and there was a middle-aged man beside him. Smiled and bowed to Wang Lin with a fist.
The two of them were all Jin Zun's cultivation bases, and they were extremely extraordinary. In the hearty laughter, the old man gave Wang Lin a fist.
"In the next Xu Tiannian, as the elder of Donglinzong, on the order of the ancestor, we will welcome seniors to Donglin Hall."
"What is the younger generation, the Sect Master to the east has met the seniors." The middle-aged man smiled and looked very polite.
Looking at these two people, Wang Lin showed sadness in his eyes. What kind of loneliness can be accompanied by a person with a dream barrier...
"Let's go." Wang Lin sighed lightly, speaking to the two of them.
Accompanied by these two golden monks, Wang Lin was given enough respect, and he came to the center of the East Linzong, the sacred place of the whole East Linzong, the Donglin Hall!
"The old ancestor is inside. I waited for the inconvenience to enter, so I asked the seniors to go in by myself." The hearty laughing old man held his fist towards Wang Lin and spoke respectfully.
Wang Lin nodded and looked at the door of the east facing hall. In fact, he could have come alone after seeing through the dream barrier here before, and walked into the hall that was in the ruins and gave out sorrow.
He didn't need to talk to some illusory shadows in the dream barrier.
But he didn't do this. He could feel the sorrow and loneliness. He gave the Donglinzong ancestor the respect, and in exchange, the ancestor gave the respect to Wang Lin in the dream barrier.
"Jin Biao, wait for me outside." Wang Lin said softly, and walked towards the east side hall in front of him step by step.
After Liu Jinbiao respectfully said yes, he looked around subconsciously, and he always felt that this place was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Walking slowly towards the east side hall, until the moment Wang Lin completely stepped into the hall with his right foot, a voice of vicissitudes, loneliness and sorrow, echoed in the hall.
"You came… "
In that hall, directly in front of Wang Lin, there are three huge statues. The statues are carved with two men and one woman. They looked up at Dongfang with smiles on their mouths and a majestic breath. Scattered from the statue.
Under the statue, sitting cross-legged an old man in a gray robe, the old man's face was covered with brown spots, like an old man among mortals. His expression was miserable, showing endless sadness.
He was sitting there, but besides the sorrow, there was a powerful aura buried deep in the body. This aura surpassed all the gods that Wang Lin had seen.
"Here..." Wang Lin sighed lightly, walked to the old man, sat down cross-legs, raised his right hand, and took out a jug of wine.
"Either?" Wang Lin handed the jug to the old man.
The old man was silent for a moment, took the hip flask, and took a sip.
"I felt a familiar breath on you. It shouldn't be your first time here." The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Lin.
"I came in my dream." Wang Lin took out the second hip flask and took a sip.
"Perhaps... I've been sitting here for a long, long time, maybe you've been here before in a dream." The old man looked at the door of the main hall in the distance and said slowly.
"The Donglin Sect in your dream is the same as it is now?" The old man asked softly.
"Same." Wang Lin looked at the old man, he could feel the sorrow of the other person.
"Thank you..." The old man closed his eyes, two lines of tears, slowly extended. Based on his cultivation, he should have no idea what the tears were, but now, they shed after Wang Lin said "the same".
"I have been sitting here for a long, long time. You are the only one who makes me feel familiar after seeing all this... This is my home... I left early until I became Empress Yuetian. , Back home, it's already like this... "The old man opened his eyes, and there was pain and deep sorrow in it.
Wang Lin was silent.
"I don’t know who did it... and I can’t find out. Even if it’s the Great Tianzun, I can’t derive it... Linzong, survive... Until the one I died..." The old man whispered, his words hoarse.
Wang Lin looked at the old man without speaking.
What kind of emotions can make a person like this, what kind of sadness can make people deceive themselves with dreams, and what kind of loneliness can make a person accompany a person with illusion and memory.
"If Wan'er never wakes up... If Ping'er can't open the double... If Vermilion star is destroyed... Maybe, I will be like him, sitting alone in the vast starry sky, with only my own cultivation star, Silently use dreams to numb myself and create a world of dream barriers. In it, there are my parents, me, Wan'er, Ping'er, and many faces that I am familiar with...
If there is one day, I might get it like this too..."
"Lock the destiny of the heavens, seal the Ming Dynasty, and those who cannot obtain the true way of all living beings will often sink into the sea of suffering, will never distorted the way, and practice the true practice!" The old man suddenly spoke, saying such a word that shocked Wang Lin's mind. !
"This sentence is written on a stone tablet by the murderer with the blood of the sect of my east side..."