Feng Ci originally wanted to laugh at Pei Qianyue.
He is Qianqiu Shengzun anyway, he has been cultivating the world for so many years, how could something happen so easily
It was just a small joke, but Pei Qianyue was actually frightened by him.
At this moment, Pei Qianyue hugged him forcefully into his arms, felt the slightly trembling arms of the other person, and his hoarse voice, and suddenly he couldn't say anything.
... Is it too much this time
Feng Ci introspected for a moment, then managed to raise his hand, patted Pei Qianyue's shoulder, and said softly, "It's okay, isn't it all right?"
Pei Qianyue didn't let go.
He was buried between Feng Ci's neck, his voice was full of gnashing of teeth: "Next time you mess around..."
Feng Ci raised his eyebrows slightly.
Has someone talked to the master like this
What about messing around? Lock him up
Feng resigned for a while, but didn't reply.
Pei Qianyue breathed a sigh of relief and let go of him.
He didn't mention it, because Feng Ci didn't want to annoy him, so he didn't ask. He rubbed his arm that was sorely hugged by his own snake cub, and the other party said, "How do you know that jumping into the mirror lake is the way to break the mystery."
Pei Qianyue's voice was rarely tired, and Feng Ci was silent for a moment, feeling guilty: "Speaking?"
Pei Qianyue: "..."
The atmosphere in the cave was so heavy that it seemed that even the air had frozen.
"Wow, this is another one!" Feng Ci looked past Pei Qianyue to the clone who was tied aside. The duplicator's hands were tied, and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He was already limp, and Feng Ci didn't even respond when he walked over.
Lu Jingming's face was innocent and well-behaved, coupled with the replicant's current expression, there was an amiable temperament.
It is much more suitable than Fengci.
Feng Ci knelt down in front of him and looked at it carefully: "It's exactly the same."
Pei Qianyue: "Feng, Ci."
Feng Ci paused.
When it was over, he seemed so angry that he didn't even bark at the master.
Feng Ci cleared his throat and said, "What do you think, of course there is a basis."
"Think about it, this secret realm is a mirror world. The monks in the secret realm have been reduced to monsters with hateful faces. The clones' personalities are completely different from yours. Even the structure of the cave is completely opposite. The mirror lake at the intersection looks up. Jumping into it is certain death, but in the mirror world, isn’t the gate of death the gate of life?”
"...Six Realms of Reincarnation, Endless Hell, and Resurrection to Death, it is indeed Master Huikong's masterpiece, and it is quite Zen-like."
Feng Ci said it so seriously that even he himself almost believed it.
Only he believed it was useless. From Pei Qianyue's expressionless face, he read the other party's subtext.
He didn't believe a word of it.
Feng Ci sighed: "Well, it is indeed a wild guess."
Pei Qianyue's face suddenly became more difficult.
"The mirror lake under the cliff is obviously for people to jump. Besides, what else can you think of to break the game?" Feng Ci said, "Don't dare to push the copied one down to try, in case he gets out What's the matter, don't you just..."
Feng Ci paused, and said in relief, "You're angry, isn't this the right bet?"
Pei Qianyue asked: "You want to gamble, why didn't you discuss it with me first?"
Feng Ci didn't take it seriously: "What's the use of discussing with you, can you still dance for me?"
Pei Qianyue: "Why not?"
Feng Ci was taken aback.
It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like this.
Not only the three thousand years of walking alone in the Xumi world, even three thousand years ago, he was always at the forefront. The reason is very simple, only he has the ability to teach, this is his responsibility, he has no right to hide behind anyone, and no one will stand in front of him.
Of course, he was also afraid, no one would not be afraid when facing death, he had no choice.
Tao would never give him a chance to refuse whoever he wanted to choose as an envoy.
And now, Feng Ci has long regarded this as a habit, facing dangers and solving difficulties alone, he has been doing this all these years. Unexpectedly, after returning to his hometown after many years, he would meet someone willing to take his place in the adventure.
When you are older, it is easy to be poked in your heart by some words.
There was a little smile in Feng Ci's eyes, he opened his eyes and said softly: "I know, I won't do it next time."
After he assured him, Pei Qianyue's face softened a little. After coaxing his son, it's time for him to find the exit of the secret realm.
The situation in Hanshan Temple is unclear now, and he has been here for too long.
Wu Fengci said his thoughts, but suddenly there was a sound behind him.
A ray of spiritual power emerged in the midair of the cave. The silvery-white ray rotated in a circular shape, continuously circling and growing larger, and a figure in a black robe emerged from the ray.
It was the clone who had been by Feng Ci's side just now.
Feng Ci raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you can still follow me."
Although this clone is a product of the secret realm, he has not actually done anything to harm Feng Ci. Compared with the monster monks who want the intruder's life, this clone is more like a guide and prompter in the secret realm.
After all, Master Huikong is a compassionate Buddhist, and the secret realm he created also left a glimmer of life for intruders.
The replicant landed slowly, and walked towards Fengci: "Master—"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Pei Qianyue suddenly picked up the long sword on the ground, and simply stabbed with the sword, the blade directly pierced the opponent's chest.
Feng Ci was taken aback by his sudden attack, and hurried back to Pei Qianyue's situation. Fortunately, the injury was not transferred to Pei Qianyue this time.
After the secrets of different spaces were cracked, the synesthesia between the replicant and the deity also disappeared.
Pei Qianyue swung his sword and chopped off another head of himself.
Feng Ci: "..."
Before the clone fell to the ground, it turned into flying sand and dissipated in the void.
Feng Ci pressed his eyebrows: "I know you can't tolerate him, but you should try it out first, what if the synaesthesia between you hasn't disappeared?"
"It's just a gamble." Pei Qianyue said calmly, "I learned it from my master."
Feng Ci was silent, and it took him a long time to recognize: "Xiao Hei, I was younger than you before."
Feng Ci: "You are more stingy than you think."
in various senses.
***
The fake Pei Qianyue was killed by the deity, and the fake Fengci naturally did not escape.
Pei Qianyue did what he said, he cut off the hands of the fake Feng Ci first, and then killed him. Feng Ci suddenly rejoiced that he hadn't recovered his physical body yet, seeing this human body being tortured and killed, it was not so easy to cause psychological shadows.
After doing this, Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue to find the mirror lake in the space where he was. As he expected, the place where Mirror Lake was originally located has become the exit of the secret realm.
The two jumped down from the exit of the secret realm.
The familiar bell rang in his ears, Feng Ci opened his eyes, but did not return to Hanshan Temple.
It should be said that he did not return to the real Hanshan Temple.
The environment in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze, and the surrounding light and shadow were blurred, only the monk in the bright red cassock in the middle had a clear appearance.
This seems to be a bedroom, the monk is sitting right in front of the room, his face looks very young, but his eyebrows are completely white.
He slowly turned a string of beads in his hand and was reciting scriptures in a low voice.
This is a memory.
Behind Feng Ci, Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "It's Hui Kong."
Even if he didn't say it, Feng Ci could guess it.
After jumping into the exit of the secret realm, the spiritual power of his whole body also returned to his body, and it was immediately apparent that the monk in front of him had a very high level of cultivation, not even much worse than Pei Qianyue.
In this Hanshan Temple, there is no one who can achieve this state, except for the abbot, Master Huikong.
What's more, this secret realm was created by Master Huikong. If anyone's memory is stored here, it will only be Huikong himself.
In the house, the long and distant bells of the Neng Temple, accompanied by Huikong's low reading, calm people's minds. Suddenly, with a very slight sound, the Buddhist beads in his hand broke.
The beads were scattered all over the ground, Huikong opened his eyes, showing a trace of sadness in his expression.
The bells in the temple also stopped at this time.
Feng Ci's eyebrows twitched, and he roughly guessed what kind of memory it was.
Master Huikong didn't do anything, he just got up and picked up the beads scattered on the ground one by one.
After a while, a little red fox jumped in through the open window.
The little fox fell to the ground and turned into a seven or eight-year-old child, and quickly ran to Hui Kong, and grabbed his sleeve: "Master, there is a fierce person outside, many senior brothers... many senior brothers died at his hands, Brother Jingchen is also dead, what should we do!"
Master Huikong finally picked up the last Buddhist bead.
He returned to the original position holding the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads, clasped his hands together, and softly recited a Buddha's mantra.
The little fox demon's voice was tender and clear, with a crying tone: "Master, run away, that person is afraid..."
Master Huikong shook his head.
When he opened his palm, the string of beads had returned to its original shape.
He put the beads around the little fox demon's neck, touched his head: "It's too late."
"Why?!" The little fox demon burst into tears, "It's too late to escape now!"
Hui Kong is still just shaking.
At this moment, the door was opened with a bang.
Dazzling white light shone in from outside the door, and Feng Ci passed by, only a tall and vague figure walked in against the light.
Before the white light completely enveloped the entire room, he spoke Huikong's last words.
"For... life will not be violated."
***
"Owner?"
A familiar voice called him, Feng Ci suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at Pei Qianyue who was close at hand.
The latter grabbed his arm with a slightly flustered expression.
Feng Ci was in a trance for a moment, and later realized that there was no whiteness in front of him: "Come out?"
"Yes." Pei Qianyue let go of his hand and said, "It seems that he was kicked out."
Feng Ci is silent.
He is now standing on the top floor of the tower, with no shelter in all directions, and the breeze blows the silver bell under the eaves of the tower to ring softly. Feng Ci went out, as if the thick fog was blown away by the wind, and the solemn and solemn ancient temple finally revealed its true colors at this moment.
Inside the temple, there are shriveled and charred corpses of monks everywhere, all of whom died after being drained of their spiritual power.
The monks of Hanshan Temple had already died.
The memory in the secret realm is the memory of Master Huikong before his death.
Why was he kicked out at this time
Feng Ci closed his eyes, trying to recall the figure in the secret realm just now.
He couldn't think of anything.
The familiar bell was still ringing slowly, and the wind returned, and the tall bronze bell was turned.
It was clear that no one was ringing the bell, but the bronze bell was still ringing, the sound was long and long, neither fast nor slow.
Below the bronze bell, sat a monk.
It is Master Huikong.
He clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute to him: "The honored guest has come from afar, the poor monk is rude."
The monk is no longer the clear appearance in memory, his body is translucent, leaving only a sliver of consciousness.
Feng Ci walked over quickly and asked: "Who killed you, why didn't you let it go?"
Huikong's voice was calm: "The poor monk did not hide anything from the benefactor."
"You mean..." Feng Ci frowned, "Someone moved your memory?"
Huikong recited a Buddha's mantra in a low voice, but did not answer.
Feng Ci took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He asked: "Then what's going on here? Is it an illusion?"
When he discovered something abnormal in Hanshan Temple last night, he had already guessed something.
He doesn't understand.
How could there be an illusion in this world that neither he nor Pei Qianyue could see through
Huikong said warmly: "Hiding, come out."
After he finished speaking, a little fox came out from behind him.
The little fox's ears were drooping, and he hardly dared to dare the two people in front of him. As soon as his eyes touched Feng Ci, he retracted behind Master Huikong, revealing only a fluffy little head.
Hui Kong smiled and touched its head.
"Oh it's you?"
It was only then that Feng Ci remembered that he had indeed said that the fox clan is the best at creating illusions in the world, and it has an innate talent in illusions that mortals will never be able to match.
Moreover, in Huikong's memory, the little fox can clearly transform into a human form, but now, it doesn't even have the power to transform into a human form.
Feng Ci understood: "In order to create this illusion, you used up all your spiritual power?"
The little fox whimpered softly and got into Huikong's arms.
Huikong stroked its fur and said gently: "It should be said that the poor monk helped the little fox create this illusion."
Feng Ci: "Why?"
Huikong said: "Because this is its wish."
In the string of prayer beads that Huikong left to the little fox last, there is his lifelong practice. He will give it to the little fox to protect its life and fulfill its unfulfilled wish.
The little fox has only one wish.
It wants to bring everyone in Hanshan Temple back to life.
"There is no such thing as bringing the dead back to life in this world, so the Buddhist beads helped Xiaohu create this illusion." Feng Ci said, "No wonder I didn't notice it at the beginning."
Master Huikong's lifelong practice, coupled with the fox clan's unique illusion skills, even Feng Ci is indeed difficult to decipher.
The little fox nestled in Master Huikong's arms, and his tail trembled when he touched it comfortably.
Huikong's eyes narrowed: "The little fox's illusion has exhausted the power of the Buddha beads, and it has also consumed hundreds of years of cultivation. Now its memory is chaotic, its consciousness is unclear, and it has almost turned back to an ordinary fox."
"All the monks in this temple died unjustly. Although their souls have dissipated, their grievances still linger, and they cannot be controlled every night. The poor monk can only open the Infernal Pagoda and lock him in. The little fox can hardly remember who he is. However, I still instinctively worried that what I did would bring danger to strangers, so I tried to remind the two of you to leave as soon as possible."
At this point, everything he encountered in Hanshan Temple became clear.
"I see." Feng Ci knelt down in front of Master Huikong, raised his hand and touched the little fox's head, "Thanks for your hard work."
The little fox lifted up from Huikong's arms.
He blinked a pair of dark and bright eyes, first he turned his eyes to Pei Qianyue who was standing behind Feng Ci, and then quickly licked Feng Ci's palm when he was not prepared.
This loving appearance made Feng Ci laugh: "I'm afraid, I'm leaving soon, he won't bully you."
Hui Kong looked up at the vibrating bronze bell: "When the bell stops, the illusions of the monks will be released from the Wujian Pagoda, and Hanshan Temple will return to its previous appearance. If the benefactor wants to leave, he can do so before the bell rings Take a break and leave."
Feng Ci responded with "", stood up, but did not leave in a hurry.
"But before I leave, I have one more question to ask the master." Feng Ci said, "What is...'life will not be violated'?"
Hui Kong fell silent.
Feng Ci stared at the person in front of him, and slowly asked word by word: "You had a chance to leave before you died, why didn't you leave? You have the ability to create illusions that are hard to distinguish, so you can't help the murderer at all? What is it? People tampered with your memory, is it to prevent people from knowing your face, or is it just... afraid of the murderer's face?"
Hui Kong was silent for a long time.
After a long time, he clasped his hands together, and softly recited the Buddha's name: "Some answers are already known to the benefactor, so why bother to ask. As for some, don't reveal the secret, so I'm sorry that the poor monk can't say more."
***
When Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue left the Infernal Tower, there was already some light on the side.
In the early morning mist in the mountains, he stepped over the corpses all over the ground in Hanshan Temple, and came to the wide-open temple gate. A young monk fell by the door, his body was completely shriveled, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.
A broom fell beside him.
Feng Ci stared at the corpse for a moment, then closed his eyes.
"Where in Langfeng City, it's okay if you don't go back for a while?" Feng Ci asked suddenly.
Pei Qianyue: "Master means..."
"Let's go to the world." Feng Ci raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Among the mountains and rivers, Gusu City was still sleeping peacefully in the early morning. "Didn't you say you want to accompany the world? Go."
"." Pei Qianyue said, "Master's."
There was a sound behind him, and it was the little fox who followed.
"Come to deliver it?" Feng Ci bent down to pick up the little fox, and stroked his head.
The little fox was still a little afraid of Pei Qianyue, and stared at him vigilantly. Pei Qianyue didn't bother to care about it at all, and just asked: "Here in Hanshan Temple, what is the master's plan?"
Feng Ci knew what he was referring to.
Hanshan Temple was wiped out, the souls of the monks in the temple have been dissipated, and the resentment is also controlled by the secret realm left by Master Huikong, so there may not be any major troubles in a short time. After all, this is not a long-term solution, and this place is too close to Gusu, there may be unknowing outsiders who stray into it in the future.
Do you want to destroy this illusion, or let it continue.
Feng Ci didn't answer in a hurry, but asked the little fox in a low voice: "You know, the illusion will dissipate due to exhaustion of spiritual power, right?"
The little fox looked up at him, eyes full of confusion.
"You still chose to do this." Feng Ci said softly, "You just want to be with him, right?"
The first ray of light finally leaked out.
The bells in the temple stopped.
Feng Ci carried it over, and the corpse lying in front of the temple suddenly moved. The shriveled and charred skin recovered at the speed of the naked eye, and the flesh and blood returned to this body.
The little monk stood up, looked around in a daze, and picked up the broom beside him.
The little fox's eyes lit up, it suddenly broke free from Feng Ci's embrace, and ran to the temple in a bounce.
While running, he raised the fallen leaves outside the temple, and the little monk shouted at him: "Little fox, you messed up the leaves you just swept!"
The little fox ignored it.
With a sweep of his tail, he quickly jumped into the gate of the temple, and was picked up by one hand: "Finally caught, where did he go last night?"
The little fox kicked his legs, and was carried by Jing Chen to the temple: "Go, let's go to the morning class. Master said, your more scriptures are beneficial to your practice."
The simple gate of the temple closed slowly in the morning light, hiding the gradually waking Hanshan Temple inside the gate.
Feng Ci withdrew his gaze and said, "Send someone to seal this place."
At least until the spiritual power of the illusion is exhausted, he does not intend to destroy it, nor is he qualified to destroy it.
Pei Qianyue responded softly.
Only then did the two leave Hanshan Temple with their swords.
After breaking through the clouds, Feng Ci was still looking back at the solemn ancient temple.
"Do you think it's worth spending hundreds of years of cultivation for a dream?" Feng Ci asked.
Pei Qianyue hugged Feng Ci in his arms, and raised his large robe to shield him from the cold morning wind: "It's just its own choice, it doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not."
Feng Ci let out an "oh", but didn't answer.
He still felt a little uncomfortable.
It may be because of too many lives and deaths over the years. Faced with the demise of life, Feng Ci will regret it, but he will not find it unacceptable.
What's more, mortals are mortal, but demons have a long lifespan.
"But if so, I wouldn't choose that way." Pei Qianyue said suddenly.
Feng Ciyang: "If it were you, what would happen?"
Pei Qianyue: "Continue to practice, kill the enemy, and find a way to find his reincarnation."
But there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world.
The souls of the dead will return to the earth and go to another world. There are souls from thousands of worlds, where they dissipate, reunite, and return to the world when needed. This process can last for a long time, and the soul returning to the human world will not have the original appearance and character, and may not even exist in the original world.
It is impossible to find "reincarnation".
Feng Ci didn't explain too much, just asked: "What if you can't find him?"
Pei Qianyue lowered slightly.
Feng Ci felt an invisible gaze fall on him, and suddenly realized that he could say the wrong thing. He opened his eyes and was about to change the subject, but Pei Qianyue spoke softly, and his voice was still very clear despite the howling wind.
He said, "Then die with him."