Chapter 196

The ancient city of Lingshan has pleasant scenery.

The Ullamban Festival ended. As the "Lingshan", the center of Dongtu faith, has encountered such a true "impact" for the first time in a century. Jie Chen has a great layout, but the damage it brings is not that great.

The light came too fast and too violently.

As Song Jinglian said, those "shoe believers" who escaped from the light by chance were all arrested by the ascetics... and tortured them severely, and Jie Chen's entire plan was explained.

Before Jie Chen left Lingshan, he had already laid "altars" everywhere in Lingshan.

It is exactly the same as the technique of Xiao Leiyin Temple.

When Jie Chen takes over these "wish powers", he will use the power of the "altar" to sacrifice the creatures in Lingshan to exchange for "Ayiaba" for true "eternal life"... even if this eternal life does not exist.

This information was sent to Ning Yi.

This is very important information about "shadow".

It can be confirmed that the shadow hides in the dark places of the two worlds. In their eyes, there is no difference between "people" and "demons". They are both feeds for providing vows. The real powerful ones seem to be unable to come with their true bodies for some special reason.

Ning Yi guessed it was a certain ban.

It is very likely that it is the "upside down sea" set by Emperor Guangming.

In the mansion of the Lord of Tianqing Pond, two very important ancient clues were pointed out.

The first clue is the eyes of the giant king. In the backyard of Tianqing Pool, there is a desolate visual world buried. That world reveals the turbulent history of the two worlds before the founding of the Sui Dynasty... There are also some mysterious "ancient races" and the giants are one of them.

Because of the tragic battle, the clan was exterminated.

The "immortality" passed down from the mouths of sentient beings should also appear in that ancient times.

A hundred tribes stood in front of the catastrophe, and finally the two worlds were divided. The human race and the demon race became the ultimate "winners", each occupying one land.

The demon clan is more like the evolution of the ancient "hundred races", such as "Qilin", "Taotie", "Fire Phoenix"... These powerful bloodlines, born with natal demon bodies, and the power of magical powers that they comprehend with age, make the power they possess without the need to go through the long and difficult "cultivation" of human practitioners to become extremely powerful.

The number of emperor blood species in these demon races is rare.

The human race does not have so many "talents", but when they are born as humans, they have a sharper thinking than the demon race, without the need to transform, and have extremely high intelligence.

The second clue is the founding national teacher of the Great Sui Dynasty... Yuan!

The first national teacher, the god who founded the "Lotus Pavilion", has a taboo word. It is already an extremely important thing to know the "real name".

What's more... Ning Yi also met him with his own eyes.

"Yuan" is still alive, and has disappeared from the world countless years ago, and is still alive now. Although something seems to be wrong, does this mean... he is immortal? Or has he successfully broken the limitation of "eternity"?

None of this matters.

What’s important is that Ning Yi knew that he still had a chance to meet Yuan.

Just go back to the "Urle Plateau" and go to the mother river again.

Now is not a good opportunity. The situation in the gray world is not optimistic. In the battle of Tianhailou, the Great Sui Iron Cavalry crushed the demon clan's defense line... And the role he played brought too much pain to the demon clan. If he appeared on the battlefield of the Great Wall in the Northland again, the demon clan would be

The clan will kill himself at all costs.

Ning Yi wants to go back... I am afraid he will have to wait for 'Nirvana'.

The prohibition of hanging upside down in the sea restricts the entry and exit of the Url Plateau. With his current cultivation level, he can no longer come and go freely.

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Morning wind blew.

A mountain mausoleum in Lingshan, with grass clippings flying. The monks from various temples, the old people who were reclining in Lingshan, and the "stealers" who were in high positions all came here... The little novice cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cliché cl

During the Ullamban Festival, too many "innocent people" died due to the raid launched by Jie Chen.

They were buried here.

The two young men and women wearing straw hats were also wearing black robes. Both of them had long swords tied around their waists. The woman's face was slightly pale under the straw hat.

Song Jinglian stood at the forefront of these silent ascetics teams.

Behind him was Jin Yi with a serene expression, and a stone tablet stood in front of everyone.

Xuyun's head disciple, Shao Yun's tomb.

Most of the stone tablets in this tomb ridge are in shade and not exposed to the sun, but this stone tablet is the exception. It stands at the highest point on the top of the mountain without any concealment. A few days ago, it rained heavily a few days ago. The newly erected stone tablet has already seemed a bit "violent-worldly" under the destruction of wind and rain... Perhaps it is because in the hearts of these silent people, Master Shao Yun always drags his old body and silently contributes to Lingshan.

A figure flashed across Song Jinglian's eyes.

The crowd made way out. Ning Yi and the girl, who were also wearing solemn black robe, came to Song Yiren's side.

"This is Mr. Shao Yun's tomb... I remember he told me that after sitting in a place that should be buried very close to the sky, watching the sunrise and the sunset."

Ning Yi squatted down, wiped the clean stone tablet, and presented a cluster of small white flowers.

He stood beside Song Jinglian and said softly: "This monument is very good... It stands tall and is nothing more than this."

The silent people behind him all showed a look of remembrance after hearing Ning Yi's words.

Standing upright... It is indeed a very appropriate description for Master Shao Yun.

It supported the most difficult sky in Lingshan.

"Ning Yi...you are here."

Song Jinglian squeezed out a haggard smile.

This is how the dead are.

At the funeral in Lingshan, almost everyone had arrived.

"There is another person who hasn't come. Is he really not going to see me?" Ning Yi smiled and said, "I thought I would see him here."

The skylark hasn't arrived yet.

"The Buddha's son's 'mental state' is very poor. He was taken over by his master and there was also a problem with the fusion of Ksitigarbha's soul." Song Jinglian smiled bitterly and said, "Of course... this is probably just an excuse. The little guy will see you again sooner or later, maybe he will need some time..."

Because of deceiving sentient beings' shame.

Because of hurting Ning Yi's self-blame.

The skylark is indeed not suitable for attending this funeral. Lingshan has informed these ascetics in advance that the Buddhist son was seriously injured.

Ning Yi nodded.

Song Jinglian's expression suddenly became a little complicated. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Ning Yi, come with me... there is something."

Ning Yi was slightly stunned.

Four people left the top of the mountain.

This tomb is very large. In terms of scale, it is not inferior to the cemetery of Luojia Mountain. It can even be compared with the "Changling". Ning Yi and Song Jinglian and others extended a stone road.

The scenery on both sides is completely different.

The style, texture, inscriptions of the burial tombstones... form a sharp contrast on both sides of the stone road.

The girl exclaimed softly.

"The burial of the tombs in Lingshan is different according to their status during their lifetime, and the places where they are buried are different... Of course, Feng Shui and fortune are also different." Song Jinglian explained softly, and said a little helpless afterwards: "Because the two sects of Zen and Rules are powerful in fighting, this tomb is divided into two areas, and the practitioners of the two sects are also 'clearly different' after their death."

Pei Lingsu finished hearing this and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "The battle was so great before he died, and he still had to be so clear after he died?"

Zhusha agreed and said sarcastically: "So I don't like these bald donkeys when I was young. I always advised others to be generous. As a result, I had to settle the secrets when I died. When I got underground, I was uneasy and played cards, and continued to intrigue... Which of the people buried here is not the big figures of the two sects during their lifetime? If they really let it go, how could there be this 'line'?"

Song Jinglian smiled bitterly and said, "If you really let go, you should be like Mr. Shao Yun... or Master."

When he talked about the word "Master", he stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky.

Master Xuyun did not leave a monument.

After the stone Buddha's quiet room was opened, the stone Buddha...

Turned into light.

Flying towards the dome.

This is the real freedom and freedom.

Go ahead and reach your final destination.

"This is...the tomb of Zen Buddhism?"

Ning Yi looked at the earth slope. The Zen earth slope was extremely simple, with two wooden monuments standing on it, one large and one small.

As a traitor to Lingshan... Mu Heng naturally cannot leave a monument here.

Song Jinglian squatted in front of the small earth slope. He took out a pot of wine from his waist, opened the pot and tilted slightly. The best nectar liquefied into a silver thread and slowly fell in front of the wooden monument.

Ning Yi murmured: "Is this... Shenxiu's tomb?"

Song Jinglian picked up the hat and left some wine. He took a dull sip and nodded, "It's the tomb of my senior brother."

His eyes were a little dazed and he murmured: "Senior brother used to treat me very well. Although bathing in Buddhism would be related to him... he left clues in Mount Guli, the last 'copper box'... He was a good person, so I erected a monument for him."

Ning Yi squatted down silently, and he stared at the wooden monument.
To be continued...