"Ahh..."
The soul of the shopkeeper let out a weak cry, half mournful and half mournful, repeating over and over again: "I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."
At first it was a cathartic shout, then gradually weakened, and finally turned into a mutter.
It's like a person who fell asleep due to heavy illness, struggled to wake up for a short moment, and then fell into sleepiness uncontrollably. Not being able to cry anymore, he began to whimper and cry.
Those who hung upside down turned around one after another.
Originally, we were still whispering, but if there was any movement, we agreed with each other and talked non-stop. But this time, they fell into an eerie silence.
They looked at the shopkeeper silently, obviously the flesh at the corner of the mouth was pulled to the cheekbones, but because of the upside down, they looked extremely sad.
"Why are you crying..." You asked softly.
This sentence was like dripping water into boiling oil, and the spirits that were suspended were shocked and exploded with a buzz.
Countless cries sounded, all pouring into Wu Xue's ears. Suddenly, I feel that the wind and smoke here are really choking, and the choking makes my internal organs feel completely cold, and a sense of disgust for no reason emerges in my heart.
Wu Xue thought in that disgust: I am so cold without memory, what if I have memory? I don't know what I was thinking when I knew this back then...
Clang—
A sword sound suddenly sounded, piercing through Fengyan!
Wu Xue came back to her senses suddenly, and looked up.
Just Xiao Fuxuan's Fangzi sword swept across the top of the temple with golden light. Even if you don't see the face of the sword, you can still feel the sharp and chilling coldness in the sword's intent.
It is said that Tianxiu Shangxian punishes with one hand and pardons with the other. Since the entire Luohuashan City is innocently trapped here, Xiao Fuxuan's action should be able to relieve them.
Wu Xue thought so, and Xiao Fuxuan obviously thought the same way.
The pure golden light shook the entire forbidden area, and the smoke and dust floated in the sky, turning into a thick gray fog. It pierced through with unstoppable force, enveloping all souls under the golden light. Layers of gold "color" characters flowed through the golden light, like the worldly sins that had been eliminated.
The scene made those souls open their mouths in shock, and they couldn't care less about crying. For a moment, hope was almost ignited in their straight eyes.
But the next moment, the bright "color" in our eyes dimmed again—
Just as the cold blade of the Fangzi sword swept across, the densely packed slings that bound the soul were still creaking in the air, without any change.
Wu Xue turned her head in surprise, even Xiao Fuxuan frowned tightly.
He raised his hand to catch the sword, and lowered his eyes to glance at the endless golden patterns on the sword. The next moment, he swept the sword back with his backhand.
This time the result was still the same—the blade went straight through those hanging ropes, as if they were just shadows of nothingness, and even the pardon of Tianxiu Shangxian could not have the slightest effect on them.
The upside-down souls remained silent, staring blankly at the ropes on their bodies. They just cried for a long time, but their eyes were not red, they still looked cloudy, but there was an extra layer of fog. After a long time, the buzzing discussion sounded again—
"Look, let me just say, it can't be solved."
"Knew it."
"Forget it, there is no hope."
"But I feel so bad."
…
Xiao Fuxuan took the sword again, and Zhang shook his fingers, with a look of annoyance in his brows and eyes. He groaned silently, as if thinking why he couldn't forgive these things.
"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xue called the other party.
It's strange that the feeling of coldness in the heart and lungs before is actually better at this moment. After thinking about it, maybe it was because of the existence of this one around me. Because Xiao Fuxuan drew the sword first, and before he realized that he could do nothing but the ultimate move, he wanted to give these souls a relief.
It's just a pity that it didn't work out.
"Is it because of the illusion?" Wu Xue pondered, "Is it because we entered this forbidden place from the illusion, so we can only see but not do anything?"
Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes: "Are you comforting me?"
Wu Xue did have this in mind, and she didn't say these words forcefully to comfort her. In fact, she never understood what the so-called "environment is an illusion, and scenery is real scenery" really means? We have arrived at Luohuashan City in the past, so what? Can anything be changed
If it can't be changed and can't have any influence, then why can you talk to the innkeeper and Er, and threaten the Feng family? It was as if he had really returned to Luohuashan City hundreds of years ago.
But if it can change...
Is this illusion really just an illusion
"When I first entered the mountain city, I thought it was just an illusion, but now I have some doubts." Xiao Fuxuan frowned and paused, still not willing to talk about doubts and guesses, and said: "Even if it is an illusion, it shouldn't be the result of a sword attack." .”
"What should it be?" Wu Xue asked.
"If you can't bear it, the illusion will break. If you can bear it, the illusion will change. In short, it shouldn't be like this." Xiao Fuxuan didn't continue to speak, but his heavy face was thoughtful.
Wu Xue looked at that handsome face with a not-so-good expression, and felt that the word "unless" was written on it. >
/> He opened his mouth and asked, "Unless what?"
"Unless—" Xiao Fuxuan realized that he had been tricked again after making a sound: "..."
Pursing her lips, she looked at Wu Xue with dark eyes.
For some reason, Wu Xue saw a trace of other emotions in her eyes, as if she had thought of the reason, but she didn't really want to say it.
After a while, Xiao Fuxuan turned his eyes back and stopped looking at Wu Xue's eyes: "The pardon doesn't work, there is only one reason."
Wu Xue: "What?"
Xiao Fuxuan frowned slightly, and said, "I am in this karma."
The temple fell silent again.
"I don't understand." After a long while, Wu Xue asked, "How do you call it in this karma?"
Xiao Fuxuan spoke slowly: "There is a sacred tree in Luohuatai, and the sacred tree was sealed for some reason, and this place became a forbidden place, making these souls trapped here become bound. These have mutual cause and effect, and I..."
The voice froze for a moment, still frowning tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I am in one of the rings, so I can't forgive you."
After speaking for a long time, he raised his eyes again.
Wu Xue saw a trace of hesitation and "confusion" from the bottom of Wu Xue's eyes that didn't turn away, and she felt relieved for a moment.
It wasn't until this point that I realized that I was just tense. Because I know that it is not good to be involved in this karma.
Who would be involved
Apart from the Shenmu itself, which is closely related, I am afraid that there are only those who seal this place, or lock these spirits here...
Wu Xue suddenly understood that the reason why she tried to change Xiao Fuxuan's memory back then should be related to this so-called cause and effect.
Xiao Fuxuan obviously thought of this too, looked at Wu Xue, but only said "I..." and fell silent.
"It can't be those causes and effects." Wu Xue said suddenly.
Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids, because the backlight was against the candlelight of the temple, his pupils looked darker and darker. Always cold, and occasionally showing a bit of arrogance, those sharp edges seem to be born with it, no matter how hard they are, they will always show a few edges and corners at the corners of the eyes and brows.
But at this moment, there were too many meanings in the eyes looking at Wu Xue, except that there was nothing thorny.
Wu Xue said softly: "It won't be the cause and effect of the blaming master."
"Why?" Xiao Fuxuan looked intently.
Wu Xue's lips moved.
"...Why are you so sure." Xiao Fuxuan asked again.
The Immortal Tianxiu has always kept his words to himself and never believed in conjectures. Even if the question fell on him, even if he didn't want him to have anything to do with certain answers, he would never categorically clear himself up.
Everyone in Xiandu knows that Tiansu Shangxian never favors others, including himself. Any suspicion can be tolerated, and he is as calm as if it is not him who is being speculated.
This also seems to be innate, as if it should be so, otherwise how could he be called to be in charge of pardon.
But at this time, you will always find that you are very concerned about some unreasonable belief. It is not the result of detailed analysis like it, nor is it the answer of careful deduction, but a belief that belongs to it alone, without explanation and without much thinking.
After asking twice, I heard Wu Xue say, "I don't know, I just think so. Am I not a devil? Devils never make sense."
At that moment, the years when we lost each other were like the misty wind and smoke in the forbidden area, floating and falling, a little choking, and seemed to be blown away by the wind, not so like a moat.
"Ah!" Suddenly there was an exclamation, and he took a deep breath.
Immediately there was a buzz of discussion.
"how come?"
"The idol has not moved for a long time."
"This… "
Idol
Puzzled, Wu Xue turned her head to look.
As for the statue with the word "Bai Jiang" written on it on the altar of the temple, it really changed. The boy was still leaning against the tree, and the sword in his hand didn't move at all. What moved was the sacred tree with jade carvings on its back, and the tree head of the sacred tree, which originally only had branches, had some particles for some reason.
Wu Xue leaned over to take a closer look, and found that it was a flower bud wrapped in a leaf bud, countless times, it seemed that it covered the branch in just an instant.
"Who carved this statue, is it actually alive?" Wu Xue muttered.
Originally, he didn't expect to hear an answer, but the souls imprisoned here actually spoke: "Shenmu himself..."
Wu Xue was taken aback for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Xiao Fuxuan in blank dismay.
"Shenmu himself?" Wu Xue asked in surprise, "Shenmu can actually melt?"
The spirits shook their heads again and said in a hurry: "I don't know."
"It doesn't seem to be Hua."
"Just heard."
"The hometown of legend."
Wu Xue pointed to the jade carving boy again and asked, "Is this made of divine wood?"
The souls shook their heads again and said, "No."
"Who is that?" Wu Xue asked.