Cloudy sky.
The first month of this year was not easy for the people of Yuzhou Prefecture.
Because the "earth dragon turned over" the entire thirteen squares of the West City were turned into ruins, people were panicked, and the lively Shangyuan Lantern Festival was also cancelled. Such natural disasters cannot be reported to the imperial court on the good day of the first month. The yamen called monks to do water and land dojos to save the souls of the dead, and called Taoist priests to observe feng shui.
After getting the news that "Earth Dragon will not turn over again in a short time", Chief Li Jun let out a sigh of relief.
This Li Junshou, who used to be an official in Qingzhou, felt that his luck was not good. When he was supposed to go to Beijing to report his work, the court did not issue a summon order. Go to Beijing to find out the way. As a result, he waited for a transfer order to assign him to Yuzhou.
Li Junshou hadn't had time to sigh that the time was running, burning incense and worshipping Buddha, and just took office. On the first day of the new year, there was a scene in Yuzhou City! Those who checked out the household registration of the common people made him tremble with his hands and feet and almost suffered from epilepsy.
Regardless of the freezing weather, he desperately urged the yamen and soldiers to clear the ruins.
It happened that there was a drought last year, and many people abandoned their fields. Those farmers who were taken by the gentry and aristocratic families, had no land to cultivate, and did not want to be tenants. It is also easy to migrate some to Yuzhou City.
Li Junshou changed the report and changed it again and again, wishing to understate the whole article, hoping that the big things will be small, and the small things will be nothing. When he was so dizzy, he suddenly asked the servant, "Where is Mr. Hu?"
This scribe surnamed Hu was the staff of Li Junshou, with a ruthless temperament, and often gave Li Junshou some very good, but dark ideas. After following Li Junshou for many years, now in a hurry, Li Junshou wanted to ask Mr. Hu for advice.
"This... Mr. Hu said that he went out to visit friends on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and he disappeared."
Li Junshou suddenly felt a headache and shouted: "What is visiting a friend, I haven't heard that he has an old friend in Yuzhou, I am afraid that he will go to Qingqing during the New Year. Louliyuan Casino is relaxed! And send someone to the city and other places to look for it! "
The servants repeatedly agreed and took orders to leave.
At this time, Li Junshou still did not know that he could no longer see his staff, Mr. Hu.
In the ruins of the Thirteenth Square in the west city of Yuzhou, cigarettes are lingering, and the eastern half is a row of bald heads knocking on wooden fish and reciting sutras.
In the western half of the land, there is a Big Dipper altar, which is said to be a feng shui and earth dragon, but it is actually a proper circle of comprehension to praise the souls of the dead.
The county governor's office spends every day sesame oil money like running water, but in order to stabilize the hearts of the people in the city, and also for his own official position and future, Li county governor gritted his teeth and did it.
This movement is not trivial. The major temples in the city and outside the city have invited monks to come here. As long as they have a reputation, many small temples have received posts.
On the 20th of the first lunar month, before Sanqi, the innocent people who lost their lives, had set up a puja in front of the ruins, with a loud chanting.
Some of those eminent monks can only recite sutras, and they don't look sideways when they come.
Some know the Buddhist scriptures, and even know how to do martial arts. They secretly glanced at the Taoists who came and went from the west, and frowned and asked which Taoist the yamen was.
"Heluoguan?"
The questioner was instantly awe-inspiring. This is a major martial arts sect. I heard that it has also won the inner family's breathing and cultivation method.
The remaining monks, um... they are also considered high monks, but they are only Buddhist practitioners.
The Heluo faction discovered the eight-tailed demon fox in Yuzhou, and sent hundreds of Yuanying cultivators to capture it. As a result, the demon fox threw a fragment of a small world, causing the people of the Thirteenth Square of Xicheng to be trapped in it for 40 years, and almost all of them died of old age. They also listened to the tragedy. said.
With compassion in my heart, I read the scriptures very seriously.
For nothing else, on the Big Dipper altar, there are still shadows of ghosts and ghosts. At first glance, it is known that the monk has not entered reincarnation for a long time after his death.
The Heluo School is one of the major sects in the cultivation world.
This kind of grand gesture of dispatching hundreds of Yuanying cultivators in one breath is enough to stun the scattered cultivators, and the small sect also has lingering fears. The demon fox is so difficult to deal with, if the Taoist of the Heluo sect found out that the eight-tailed fox lurked in the Yuzhou city to assassinate the low-level monks, and even exterminate one of their sects, it would not be difficult.
"The person in charge at the Big Dipper Altar is the head of the Heluo faction!"
There were loose cultivators in the crowd discussing quietly.
Immediately, the sound of cold air came one after another, the head of the Heluo Sect must be a Mahayana monk, and the number of Nascent Soul practitioners that a loose cultivator can see in a lifetime is less than ten fingers! Mahayana period!
Glancing for a long time from afar, they could only shake their heads in frustration: they couldn't see anything unusual at all.
If no one reminded them, they would have thought they were mortals!
It seems that when Kan has seen a Mahayana monk one day, he can only make up what he has seen and heard.
With all the noise, Master Chixuan turned a deaf ear, and finally with a flick of the dust, when he stepped off the altar, an elder from the Heluo faction came over and whispered: "There is news from the Demon Xiu, Li Junshou does not seem to know about it, and is still sending People are looking for the missing staff member Hu."
Master Chixuan looked at the afterimages of those souls and bowed his head to himself, slowly turning into nothingness.
He held his breath and bowed his head to those dead colleagues.
For fellow practitioners in this life, it is fate and fate, so we should say goodbye with gratitude.
Destiny in the next life, or see you again—
The souls of the dead Heluo Sect Yuanying cultivators remained for a while, but they finally escaped into reincarnation and disappeared. Their master and apprentice, behind the real person Chi Xuan, some of their eyes were red, but they were silent.
Master Chixuan took the jade tripod in the center of the altar, which was full of sand.
This is the wreckage left by the ancient monks in the fragment of the small world. After the fragment of the small world was broken, their souls have drifted far away, and it is unknown whether they have entered the reincarnation.
After praying and sending the dead away, Master Chixuan simply collected some sand and placed it in the array.
- The drums of war are not heard, the homeland is in ruins, and the enemy is turned into dust.
It's time to wake up from this big dream, don't wander around the world.
The real person of Chixuan held the jade tripod in both hands, and his true essence spiritual sense was connected to the path of the underworld. With a hand, the dust and sand flew up, and was swallowed up by the dark and deep yin qi.
In the eyes of mortals, it was as if the grains of sand sprinkled in the air were all swept away by a gust of wind.
"… "
In the crowd, Chen He stared at the place where the cold air was churning just now, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
He and his senior brother had just returned to Yuzhou today, and they came over after hearing that the official yamen had invited a monk to escape from the ruins of Xicheng. Unexpectedly, he also met the head teacher of the Heluo faction, the real person Chi Xuan, who used his own cultivation to open a path to the underworld and send the dead disciples a journey.
Those ghosts and ghosts are all people Chen He knows.
Forty years... This time is not short, enough for Mirage Beads to leave more memories.
These Daoists of the Heluo Sect, when they were alive, frowned, and after they died, they also talked and quarreled on the mountain wall. No matter life or death, they fought side by side. And today, I will never see you again.
When he saw the overturning of the jade tripod and the dust disappeared, Chen He thought of the broken bow and sand in the storage bag: Ji Changge's spirit was gone, and he never met the ancient monk who guarded Shuihuangu in the past.
Some are dead, some are forever.
Cultivation soars, seeking the Way with one's body, this is such a cold and silent road.
"Senior brother." Chen He tugged at Shi Feng's sleeves, signaling that it was time for them to leave.
Unexpectedly, Shi Feng didn't respond, and Chen He raised his head in surprise.
Shi Feng stared at the place where the soul left, and was dazed.
"Brother..."
Chen He shouted again in a low voice.
They were in the crowd, and some of the people in Yuzhou City cried, some recited sutras devoutly, and some just came to watch the fun. Including some loose cultivators, and no one noticed them.
On the contrary, the real person Chi Xuan sensed something and glanced here from a distance.
"Let's go." Shi Feng came back to his senses and led Chen He away from the crowd.
The two walked one after the other, on the streets of Yuzhou City full of haze.
Chen He didn't say a word, he guessed in his heart that Shi Feng was about touching the scene, thinking of the past when the Beixuan Sect was destroyed.
The deceased monk of the Heluo sect was sent off by the master Chixuan. After the tragedy of the Beixuan sect more than 30 years ago, what was Shi Feng doing
- Alone, being called the Gorefiend, and being hunted down.
Brothers must also want to give their deceased masters and fellow disciples their best wishes!
Chen He wrote it down silently, and decided to go to Changmei Laodao when he had time.
Over there, the Heluo faction left, and the loose cultivators who were not lively to watch also dispersed. After a while, Chen He saw two or three groups of low-level cultivators.
Their topic still stayed on the eight-tailed fox.
Suddenly someone sneered: "Eight-tailed foxes have appeared in Yuzhou, and dozens of Nascent Soul monks and many mortals have died. What kind of shocking news! There is a big mess in the capital!"
The scattered cultivator next to him was shocked and quickly asked what was wrong.
"This news also came from the big sect! It is said that after receiving a voice transmission from Zhihe, the devil's way is infighting! Venerable Huanjian was killed by his subordinates and his apprentices!"
When Chen He heard this, he had a headache for no reason.
He quickly grabbed Shi Feng's sleeve and hurried forward, because he really didn't want to hear the story of Venerable Huanjian playing with the world.
A few days ago, when they left the capital, they took advantage of the fire at Venerable Huanjian's mansion in the suburbs of Beijing.
The thick bloody atmosphere and the gloomy atmosphere simply explained the rumors incisively and vividly.
Because there isn't even a single Mahayana magic cultivator! !
Venerable Splitting Heaven doesn't know where he went!
The treasure house of Venerable Huanjian could not be found at all! Chen He could only touch a few snow ginseng Ganoderma lucidum and left.
Coupled with the chaos of the spiritual energy of the world, Chen He wondered if Venerable Huanjian was playing with his wife, which made Tiandao feel it. For that pair of masters and apprentices, it is safer to stay as far away as possible!
When Shi Feng saw the younger brother couldn't wait to drag him away, a smile appeared in his eyes.
Immediately the smile froze.
Chen He also stood still.
The group of loose cultivators who exchanged news behind him muttered:
"Master killer! I heard that Shi Feng, the blood demon, is also a master killer!"
"No, these magic cultivators are really bold... I heard that Venerable Huanjian is the number one expert in the magic way, a magic cultivator in the Mahayana period! It doesn't seem to be true! He is old and useless!"
"Tsk! Gorefiend killed Nan Hongzi for Beixuan Mibao, and Venerable Splitting Heaven coveted the power of Venerable Huanjian! This handwriting is big enough, and the heart is ruthless enough!"