The Path Toward Heaven

No one thought that at this moment Zhao Layue suddenly received the sword, the light suddenly shattered, and the map and light spots disappeared.

Zhuo Rusui complained: "I haven't seen it clearly."

Zhao Layue glanced at him. He coughed twice. He thought that the book was so miserable the other day.

Now everyone has guessed that this black card should be related to Jing Jiu, but what does that light spot mean?If it is a location, what is there?

Liu Shisui said to Lu Jin: "Lu, please say."

Lu Jin said: "At that time, Master and I used to go to the Jingyuan Garden. A few of you should have an impression."

Zhao Layue and others nodded.

Lu Jin went on to say, "That's the time when Jingyang Reality gave this black card to our apprentices and told us that if he had something in the future, let me send this black card back."

After he and Zhou Yunmu left Jingyuan, they were hunted down by many people in the evil way, which were also protected by Qingshan Zongbao.

But until today, Zhao Layue knew that Jing Jiu really gave them something very important.

"This black card has been kept in Xuan Tianzong for more than 100 years, and has never changed."

Lu Jin knew what they wanted to ask and explained: "I also know today that this is a map. As for the location of that light spot, I don't even know."

Zhuo Rusui thought, was his master, Uncle Zu, who had died in Jingyuan more than a hundred years ago, even if he was dying now, he made preparations in advance, and that place was hiding his legacy?Then is the rhythm of family property?Thoughts can fly and fly, but he is not a fool, and he will not speak out.

Nan Wang said: "If there is anything to guess, just go and see it."

Zhao Layue didn't think so, and asked, "Why didn't you give it away when he was sleeping in Chaoge City?"

Jing Jiuyi slept in Chaoge City for a hundred years. This time, he only slept for a few days in Sanqianyuan.

"The real person said at the time, when do we think we should send it, then we will send it ..." Lu Jin looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair and said, "I think it should be this time."

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The Qingshan sword formation was destroyed, and the large gate formation that isolated Xianfan was still there. Even the big formation disappeared, and Qingshan was still there after all.

Qunfeng is in the clouds and fog all year round, and occasionally when the wind rises, those clouds and fog will flow out like water and gather in a lively town.Yunji Town is still as lively as it was in previous years. The hot pot restaurant is full of people. Tourists are looking at the mountains. The garden outside the town is still hidden between the flowers, trees and streams. No one can see it.

Tens of miles away is still a deep mountain, just a deep mountain in the world. There is a village, there are many abandoned fields in the village, and a pond.The banyan tree by the pond was illuminated by the sword light, and the figures of Nan Wang, Zhao Layue, and Liu Shisui appeared one after another. These are the people with the deepest relationship with Jingyang and the cat.

The mountain village was extremely quiet, and there was no sound, no chicken barking, like a grave.

In fact, here is indeed a tomb.Liu Shisui looked at the buildings with a gloomy taste, thinking of those relatives who were killed by Taiping, and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes again, and found that Zhao Layue's emotions were also a bit different.

Zhao Layue held Ada and looked at Qingping on the water of the pond, not knowing what he was thinking.

Many years ago, Liu Shisui listened to the vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple. Jing Jiu retired for 12 years at the summit of Shenmo Peak. When he came out, he planned to go to Guocheng Temple.At that time she was like now, holding Ada standing by the pond and waiting for Jing Jiu.

She didn't know where Jing Jiu went and what she did during that time, but she felt strong uneasiness, just like today.

Nan Wang took out the black card, looked at the spot, and said, "Over there."

The sword strings were born flat and made a slight buzzing sound, leaving hundreds of straight lines on the green ping on the pond water surface, looking like a chessboard.

After passing through a lifeless village, over several mountains and a wild forest, we reached a small river.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu came out of this river, lit the fire for the first time, and roasted the white clothes.

The place where Nan Wang, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui are going is conveniently located in the big mountain at the end of the river.

It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the depths of the mountains, but it is not a problem for Nan Wang, who passes through the heavens.

Yin Ling moved slightly, she raised her right finger to the steep and smooth cliff, ready to forcibly open a passage.

"I played in this river when I was a kid." Liu Shisui said, "You can walk in there."

There was a hole in the cliff, and a silvery waterfall fell down. It was the origin of the river.

The three passed through the waterfall and into the cliff.There is a very dark channel in the cliff, the river water keeps pouring, and the sound of the turbulence and the impact of the hard stone wall keeps ringing.Whether it is darkness or the impact of the water flow has no effect on them, but the length of this passage is beyond imagination, and it seems to have been going to the deepest part of the mountain.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly there was light on the front of the passage, which was a pearl inlaid on the stone wall.

Nan Wang looked at the pearl on the stone wall. He didn't know what he thought of, and his face was a bit ugly.

Liu Shisui, who was at the forefront, said, "There is a sword array."

Zhao Layue and Nan forgot to walk in the past, feeling the cold sword in the cliff, feeling a bit strange.

Those cold sword intentions and this sword array hidden in the mountain itself obviously have the taste of Qingshan, but obviously not the Chengtian sword array.

"It's the kind in the sword prison ..." Liu Shisui thought about the passage to the bottom of Defeng, the cell, and the Snow Queen in the cell, his expression became tense.

Zhao Layue also saw the cell, felt the messy sword in the passage, and suddenly remembered it.

"Thousands of miles are frozen ... It's his formation."

Nan Wang's voice was colder than Jianyi's: "It seems that we did not find the wrong place."

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That sword array named Qianli Bingfeng can hold Taiping people for hundreds of years, and they can't crack it.

Only then did they know why Jing Jiu left the black card to them.

As if feeling the breath in the sword array, several extremely ethereal sword intentions floated out from the complicated patterns on the surface of the black card.

The swords were melted into the sword array as if they had forgotten the extinguished light merged into the first morning light outside the window.

Thousands of miles of frozen sword array was opened silently, so that the light of the pearl on the stone wall fell into the darkness, illuminating the cave house.

This is a very simple cave house, with only a few simple furnishings, as boring as its former owner.

There is a stone couch near the cliff wall of the cave house. There are two futons in front of the couch.

A Da stared at the two futons in Zhao Layue's arms, and suddenly sniffed, not knowing what the taste of the old year had come to mind, his eyes showing a puzzled expression.

There was a man lying on the stone couch. The silkworm clothing on his body had rotted away, his body was covered with wounds, and there was no blood on it.The man couldn't see his face clearly, and his face was covered with a mist, as if it would not dissipate for thousands of years, but it seemed to hide the starlight for hundreds of years.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at the corpse on the stone couch. Although they were anticipating in their hearts, they were still shocked and completely speechless.

There was silence in the cave house, and suddenly the sound of water droplets sounded.

Zhao Layue thought that the man was the most picky. How could the cliffs of Dongfu seep?

She turned around and saw a picture that was hard to forget.

Nan forgot to cry.

It was the kind of silent crying.

She could not see any sorrow on her face, calm or even indifferent, and there was no sound, but the tears could not stop flowing.

"So ... you are really dead."

Nan Wang walked down to the stone couch and sat down slowly. He reached out and touched his face across the mist. The tears gradually stopped, but there was a lot of sadness in his voice.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at each other, walked to the stone couch and knelt down, knocking three times at the corpse.

A Da has already jumped out of her arms long ago, staring at the two futons in front of the stone couch, looking very focused.

——I can recognize you even if it turns into ash.

This is not Ada ’s idea, but Nan Wang ’s voice.

She walked into Dongfu and recognized at a glance who the man was on the stone couch.

More than a hundred years ago, Jingyang lived up to the sky with a sword.

But there was a problem with the smoke disappearing, and then he was attacked by the white-blade fairy, seriously injured, returned to the world, and hid in this cave house.

Before he died, he used the Thunder Soul Wood that he had prepared earlier to extradite the Soul of Soul into a sword of all things, and he turned to the sword to be reborn.

On the stone couch are the corpses left by the real people of Jingyang, or decayed.

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"Son ... it was really suffering."

Liu Shisui looked at the wound on the man's body and said with a trembling voice.

Now the White Bladed Immortal is dead, and Taiping Real Man is also dead. The hatred related to this matter has passed away with the wind, but he still feels sad.

Zhao Layue first thought of another problem after calming down.

When the big objects such as Liu Ci leave, heaven and earth will produce signs, and they will also dissolve into light spots and turn into spring breeze or morning light.Why can the remnants of Jingyang real people be preserved for so long?Is it because his spirit still exists, so it is not really dead, or is he soaring to the realm of hiding the world?

"What are we going to do next?" Liu Shisui Wang asked her.

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu asked the two ordinary practitioners to take away this black card, which was obviously ready to play.

They came here with the black card now and found the body of his previous life, then?

Zhao Layue said: "Do you remember what Zen said in Sanqianyuan? Jingyang and Jingjiu are like the upper and lower reaches of a river ..."

Liu Shisui said: "There is also a dream that I don't know that I am a guest ... I don't really understand it."

Nan Wang suddenly said, "He wants to come back."

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui didn't understand what she meant.

Nan Wang said softly, "He wants to return to this body. Although he has never expressed such meaning for more than a hundred years, but ... he wants to come back. This time he was injured so much that his soul fell into deep sleep. , There is no more will to bind, so something went wrong. "

Zhao Layue frowned slightly and said, "You mean that his soul is against his present body, so he doesn't want to wake up?"

Nan Wang said: "Maybe he doesn't like his body now, maybe he just doesn't want to wear this body, who knows?"

Zhao Layue didn't ask: "His previous life is the strongest in the world, but as far as the Tao body is concerned, it is definitely not as good as the current sword body, why would it not like it?"

"Because this body can feel, itchy, painful, and drunk, and now he ... can't feel anything."

Nan Wang gently touched Jingyang's face on the stone couch, his eyes full of pity and distress.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui both understood, and when I remembered that the person who was sleeping in the 3,000 courtyard, like Nan Wang, gave birth to a lot of pity and distress.

Shou Yuan, a monk, is extremely long. He has seen too much life and death, so he naturally looks down on many things.

But monks like Jing Jiu are still extremely rare.

He does not eat hot pot, does not play mahjong, and does not drink.

The most delicious food in the world, the most emotional thing ... nothing appealing to him.

Even those desperate evil demons will not be as extreme as he is.

Even the real person of Jingyang was not as cold as he in this life.

Why is this so?

No one has ever thought about this problem. Even if Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were only ten years old, they would only think he was such a person.

It was not until this moment that they realized that Jing Jiu did not like those things because ... he could not feel those good things.

No matter how strong the wine is, the hot tea is no different from water.

He can only walk in the streets by the Baima Lake in the spring rain.

He could only feel the frost falling on his face while leaning against the Taoist temple in the winter snow.

He can only live a poetic life without knowing it.

Because poetry is not between words, it is not a real thing.

Unconsciousness is the highest state pursued by Zen Buddhism.

But what if it is forced to do so?