Ning Yi held the girl.

The thin body is as light as a floss in the wind.

"Master Xuyun...is it in that quiet room?"

Ning Yi was a little dazed.

For this day.

Waited for too long.

Too much to pay.

There has never been a moment in his life, like today... to tie hope to others.

So much so that he didn't dare to take steps.

The cruelest thing in this world is to have hope and then be disappointed.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, hugged Pei Lingsu, and walked towards the bright and surging mountain wall.

Song Yiren hugged Zhusha, suddenly raised her head and fed her loudly to the back where she was holding the girl.

Ning Yi stopped.

"The surname is Ning..."

Song Yiren wanted to speak but stopped.

"My illness was really cured by the master. I didn't lie to you."

Ning Yi did not look back and nodded softly.

He knew what Song Yiren meant.

There are too many deceptions along the way east, and the lies "Jie Chen" blew up, including his greatest hope.

What if Xuyun is also a lie...

Then everything will be shattered.

Ning Yi smiled hoarsely and said, "I know... Master Xuyun can cure the girl."

This time Song Yiren didn't speak anymore.

I was silent for a long time.

He just said five words in a weak voice.

"I'll wait for you to come out."

...

...

The stone chamber covered with green vines did not become old because it had been silent for too many years.

On the contrary, after the Light Mirror blasted open the stone gate, these vines that had experienced many withered and prosperous times were once again revitalized. The light containing the "artistic conception of birth and death" was imprisoned in this quiet room for too long.

Yin and Yang should not be separated.

The same is true for life and death.

This is a perfect rotation.

Xuyun's artistic conception of "birth and death" is perfectly integrated, and the light that rushes out of this stone chamber and gives Buddhist believers the "power of life". For those pagans... that light is a catastrophe that sentences to death.

They are not allowed to refuse at all.

It was beaten to the point of being destroyed.

This point is similar to the "divine nature" of the sword holder.

The smoke and dust are everywhere.

A not-so-tall figure hugged a pretty thin woman and stepped into the "Stone Buddha Quiet Room" that no one has ever entered in the past sixteen years.

Ning Yi's heartstrings were always tense.

In fact, he is not stupid... Master Xuyun has never taken action. If he had known what Jie Chen, the evil disciple, was doing in Lingshan early in the morning, how could he remain indifferent?

Leaving a "light puzzle" and "written letters" is actually a "backhand" that has to be done.

When Shao Yun passed away.

Ning Yi guessed that... This Lingshan Master may have left the world.

But he was unwilling to believe it.

Until... he saw with his own eyes the withered old man sitting cross-legged in the stone Buddha room.

A peaceful, complete robe, a stone Buddha.

Xuyun has passed away.

In the light, there is dead silence.

The silent silence was the most unbearable. The young man holding the girl began to tremble, his arms began to tremble, his robe was swayed by the breeze, and his breathing sound became heavy...

Ning Yi felt an unprecedented fatigue.

Even if you run from the battlefield of the gray world for thousands of miles... you are not that tired.

It was like a "thread" that was desperately trying to squeeze together, but it finally failed at this moment.

A "answer" who was struggling to pursue the results was finally obtained today.

He sat slowly on the ground and hugged the girl in his arms

The little girl who was peacefully trapped in a "sleeping" still had an upward curve on the corners of her lips, and she smiled like a fool, her chin gently knocked on her shoulders, and her hands subconsciously embraced Ning Yi's waist.

Ning Yi hugged her hard.

The body trembled.

The girl's clothes on her shoulders were wet with something.

"I tried my best..."

Ning Yi's voice intermittently, "I don't believe it... Master Xuyun realized 'birth and death'... He should be alive... He should be alive to cure your illness..."

He squeezed out an ugly smile.

Looking at the girl.

"Silly girl... Actually, I lied to you..."

"In the mansion of the Lord of Tianqing Pond... I used all the power of the new word scroll to see a corner of the future."

Ning Yi's voice trembled, but there were dense sword auras in his sleeves: "The fate is over... So what? With me by your side, no one can take you away."

Suddenly, there was an extremely light trembling sound in the quiet room of the Shifo.

The stone Buddha, which had been dead for a long time, seemed to tremble slightly on his shoulders. Ning Yi saw a stone chip that was shaken down and jumped gently on the ground.

This wreckage of Master Xuyun...had just moved?

Ning Yi's eyelids jumped slightly.

He saw the second stone chips and shook off on his shoulders.

The wreckage seemed to have "signs" of breaking open, and as an ancient crack on his shoulder bloomed, a ray of pure light poured out.

The "light miracle" in Ning Yi's arms flew out with a buzzing shock.

The light mirror hangs above the quiet room.

The light on the shoulder of the stone Buddha swept into the mirror, illuminating a kind old man sitting cross-legged on the lotus stone platform.

"The 'destined person' from the future."

Ning Yi looked at the old man in disbelief.

He saw Xu Yun's true face for the first time... This extremely mysterious master of Lingshan has no specific image included in all the classics of the Great Sui Dynasty. After all, there are only a dozen people in the whole world who have seen him.

The old man's cheeks were a little thin, his eyebrows were very long, almost hanging down to his knees, looking full of decay, but the "bone-bone" between his robe was filled with the "vibration" that young people had.

Destruction and rebirth, two completely opposite forces, were fully displayed in him. At this moment, the images illuminated by the light and the color of the hair and beard are constantly flowing and transforming between the darkness and the whiteness.

Xuyun itself is the alternation of "life" and "death".

"What a pity... I can only meet you in this way after 'death'."

The old man smiled and said, paused, looking at the bronze mirror that reflected him.

I have thought about my life and my life.

"If it weren't for this small broken mirror, Lingshan might not have been 'rebirth' at such an easy price."

The light arc swayed gently back and forth, as if imitating humans, making proud moves of holding back the waist and laughing.

Xuyun's voice was soft and said, "My two evil disciples... Jie Chen and Ju Xing have caused you trouble. We have worked hard all the way east and searched for me thousands of miles to find me."

"The solution to terminal illness, the answer to life-saving."
To be continued...