Many years ago, Chengtian Sword returned from overseas, Liu Ci turned into a spring rain, and the position of the head of Qingshan Sect was empty, Jing Jiu said I'll come. Who would have thought that Fang Jingtian then spread the sky among the wild flowers all over the mountains, and Taiping Zhenren asked Apiao to make a letter, which directly forced him out of Qingshan.

Jing Jiu lived in Jingyuan outside Yunji Town for a while, which attracted countless practitioners in the world to pilgrimage, but only two people could see him in Jingyuan. That was Zhou Yunmu and Lu Jin of Xuantian Sect, the master and disciple. People thought they must have received great benefits - whether it was martial arts or elixirs.

Carrying a treasure is a sin. After they left Jingyuan, they began to be hunted by people who were jealous and red-eyed. Fortunately, they were protected by the disciples of Liangwangfeng and Su Ziye. In the next hundred years, the evil path declined and the situation in the cultivation world gradually calmed down. Those who had been watching Xuantian Sect found that there was nothing special about this pair of masters and apprentices, and gradually relaxed until they forgot about this matter. But in fact, they did take something away from Jingyuan.

Even Zhao Layue didn't know about this.

The black brand is not the token of the head of Qingshan Sect, nor the emerald green Yinfeng Life Card. I don’t know what it is for.

Lu Jin took the black card and felt very heavy, saying, "Then let's go now?"

Zhou Yunmu said: "If this brand is really an amazing treasure, it will cause a stir. If you stay in the sect and stay in charge, I will leave for a while."

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One morning, the morning glow dyed the sky red.

The clouds suddenly emerged from the eastern sky, which was even redder than the morning glow, but there was no bloody meaning of the Fusijian, and it had a tranquil Zen smell.

The sword sound came from the sky outside the San Thousand Courtyards, and the morning glow was illuminated even brighter by the sword. It was thought that the powerful people from Qingshan Sect were coming here.

The lotus clouds illuminate the newly bloomed flowers in the lotus pond and also illuminate the small bridge. With a light bang, a pair of white feet landed on the bridge.

Zhao leyue, Zhuo Rusui, Yuanqu, and Qu Niang saluted to the monk who was still like a child on the bridge: "I have seen a Zen son."

Zenzi ended the matter at the Great Whirlpool and made a special trip to Ohara City on the way back to Baicheng. The cassock was full of holes cut by the sea breeze and salt flowers.

Liu Shisui asked, "Is there no problem over there?"

"Your teacher is finishing over there."

The Zenzi walked down the wooden bridge and came to the Zen room. His right finger slightly opened and he formed a mirror of light.

The morning light in the sky leaked in from the doors and windows, and through the condensed light mirror, hundreds of slowly turning scriptures fell on Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue and others looked at the scene without disturbing each other, nor did they have much hope. I don’t know how long it took, Zenzi took back the light mirror, shook his head and said, “The sword and the essence are gone, it’s like the essence and blood are gone. Logically speaking, he should have died at this time.”

This is the same as Xilai's initial judgment.

Zenzi continued: "It's just that the real person has the ability to change the world and the magical power to cut life and death. I don't know if there is any way to retain a trace of sword intent in the deepest part."

"If the sword intent had been prepared for the head of the sect, why had he not woken up?" Zhuo Rusui asked in confusion.

"Because he was too seriously injured, in other words, he worked harder than he thought in this battle to save the world." Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu's face and looked at the eyelashes gently stirred by Chen Feng, unable to understand why he did this. "Now his soul is also sleeping deeply, so he cannot enter the Qingtianjian."

Outside the window, the beautiful bird song came, and the blue bird on the branches was expressing its agreement.

Zhuo Rusui said helplessly: "Of course we know that he is sleeping, and we are asking why he can't wake up."

"Have you ever thought about it? His body is transformed by a sword of all things. So for this body, what is his soul?" Zenzi turned around and looked at Zhao Layue and asked.

Zhao Layue said: "It's... the guest who lives here."

She thought of this question very early on, so she was so vigilant that she took Jing Jiu away from the East China Sea to the snowfield, but refused to return to Qingshan.

For this body transformed by a sword of all things, Ping Yongjia, who dared not leave in the sword peak at this time, is the real master.

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream..."

Zenzi looked around everyone and said, "The real person once said that he was the point of all cause and effect, so is he still the Jingyang he used to be?"

Xilai has also expressed similar meanings.

In their opinion, Jingyang Zhenren in the past was the same person as Jing Jiu, but he was not the same person.

They are not two identical rivers, but the upstream and downstream of one river.

Can Jing Jiu now abandon Jing Yang’s cause and effect and become the real him at this moment?

If he can, he may wake up.

After listening to Zenzi's story, Liu Shisui thought about it carefully for a long time, and then honestly said: "I don't understand."

He had read countless documents in Yuntai, listened to sutras in Guocheng Temple for many years, and read a lot of books in Yimaozhai. Although he still looked like the young farmer with dark skin, he was actually the most knowledgeable person among this generation of practitioners. Even he could not understand Zenzi's words, so Zhuo Rusui and others naturally could not understand them.

"Actually, I don't understand it very much. This is what happened to him. Maybe... only he understands it myself."

Zenzi looked at Jing Jiu in his sleep again and said, "But I'm not worried that he can't wake up. Whether he is Jingyang or Jing Jiu, of course he will leave a backup plan for himself."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Didn't you say that the head of the sect didn't expect that he would suffer such severe injuries, so that the sword breath could not wake up?"

Zenzi looked at him like an idiot and said, "Will someone as afraid of death like him only have a backup plan?"

"Your inferences, or what you mean...I know today that I am me?"

The sound of coming from the west suddenly rang out of the round window.

"Although I really don't understand, it's possible that's what it means."

After saying this, Zenzi raised the hem of the monk's robe and stepped over the round window, came to the lake, and sat side by side with Xilai on the stone bench.

The barefoot like white lotus penetrated into the cool lake water, swinging and swaying, attracting many fish to play.

Xilai asked: "In the past life, you were the respected, serious and upright Linzi master from Guocheng Temple. After being reincarnated, he was like a child. What's the mystery in this?"

Zenzi said: "I discussed this issue with Jingyang Zhenren. After my adoptive father died, I gradually remembered some memories of my previous life, but can that prove that I am me?"

Xi said: "It is indeed extremely difficult to prove, just like him, is he Jingyang or Jing Jiu? Or who is he willing to be?"

"I really don't understand, but you said it right. I am really playful in this life."

Zenzi took out a handful of fine wooden sticks from his sleeve and threw them onto the stone bench between them.

The thin wooden sticks were just casually placed, some of which were scattered outside, but if you look carefully, you will find that the structure is extremely complex and it is very difficult to disassemble it.

This is the most common and simple game for children. If you don’t care about the world and focus on cultivating swords, you will know how to play it.

He glanced at Zenzi and found that the other party's eyes were very clear, but they were so serious.

He thought for a while and reached out to pull out one of the sticks.

It is not the top, the simplest one, nor the one with the most difficult position, it is just a very casual one.

The morning breeze gently blew the lake, and the morning light was chaotic, and two sword lights were ushered in.

Master Guangyuan and Nan Wanglao fell on the lakeside, and Zhao Layue and others also came to the venue, with their eyes falling on the stone bench.

They knew that this pile of wooden sticks was the battle between Zenzi and Xilai.

Zenzi reached out and pulled a wooden stick.

Xilai then suddenly pulled out two at the same time.

Zenzi glanced at him.

The lakeside was extremely quiet, even if the morning breeze came to the stone bench, he stopped consciously, and no one would disturb him.

It is a very simple game for children, so it is naturally impossible to stump people like Xilai and Zenzi.

Not long after, Nan Wang and others saw the true intention of the game.

Zenzi and Xilai's choices seem casual when they draw wooden sticks, but they are not. Their purpose of choosing wooden sticks is not just to draw out the wooden sticks, but to make the pile of wooden sticks more complex and fragile, and to increase countless difficulties for the other party. Rather than saying that this is a small game of pulling wooden sticks, it is more like playing chess, and it is not an ordinary chess game. It is somewhat similar to the three-dimensional chess game that Jing Jiu demonstrated to people in Qipanshan, Chaoge City.

It was obvious that Que Niang had already remembered the scene from that year, her eyes became extremely bright and her expression was extremely focused.

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As time goes by, the morning breeze remains gentle, and the morning light becomes thicker and redder.

The lakeside was still quiet and silent. The two of them pulled out the wooden sticks more and more slowly. Zenzi's expression was very serious, and Xilai also changed her sitting posture. Judging from the strength of the realm alone, Zenzi should be slightly inferior to Xilai, but after he went to Qingshan to ask Jingyang Zhenren a hundred days ago, he had been studying the pile of wooden sticks hard, and he really didn't know the final outcome.

Finally, most of the wooden sticks have been pulled out, either landed on the ground or floated on the surface of the lake.

There are only three lonely wooden sticks left on the stone bench, showing a sense of stability and balance in an indescribable way.

It looks like a bonfire shelf, burning slowly in the morning light.

At this time, as long as you pull out another wooden stick, the remaining two wooden sticks will inevitably fall down, unless you use magical powers to maintain it, but what's the point?

Next, it is the order of the Zen masters.

He looked at the three wooden sticks on the stone bench and was silent for a long time. His barefoot like white lotus was gently patting the lake, driving the disturbing fish to the distance.

"I lost."

Zenzi smiled and said, like a chess master who voted for his defeat.

The key to the outcome of this game is not their methods and choices. Judging from the final result, it only depends on the number and order of the sticks.

The Zen master put down the pile of wooden sticks, and except for the scattered wooden sticks, they could count clearly at a glance the number of wooden sticks that were built together.

"Your deduction and computing power is no longer below him. Even if he wakes up, he will not be able to defeat you."

After saying this, Zenzi walked to the lake surface, and the lake water moved lightly, and a lotus cloud naturally emerged.

Nan Wang looked at him and said, "Just leave like that?"

Zenzi said, "I can't beat him, what should I do if I don't leave? Go back to Baicheng."

The morning breeze transported its power and sent the lotus clouds to the sky, heading towards the snow field in the morning glow of the sky.
To be continued...