Chapter 12: No question about calamity or destiny

What a long dream!

While looking up at the long river of stars, this thought still appeared in Ji Ruochen's heart from time to time. Although he knew that what had just passed was definitely not a dream, he still couldn't help but doubt the reality of everything.

His mind was constantly changing and struggling between reality and illusion. He successfully woke up from his dreams several times and was willing to immerse himself in the dream again.

This was repeated over and over again, until a ray of coolness hit his cheeks, and he suddenly woke up and sat up with a cry!

He looked around, his heart almost stopped beating as if it was immersed in ice water.

Where is Tsing Yi?

Is that crazy night of burying one's head in the mist and hugging the spring rain really just a dream?

The stars above his head were still brilliant, and the wooden building was spotless. As soon as he closed his eyes, Qing Yi seemed to be still beside him, watching him silently, as always.

He suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed that Qing Yi was looking at him silently all the time during the time they spent together. She was like a wisp of wind lingering around him, making him almost forget about this gentle woman.

Existence. Only when the wind stops, will he feel that something is missing.

"Ji Ruochen, what's wrong with you?"

He was always proud of his determination as strong as steel, so of course he couldn't tolerate being in such a chaotic state, so he shook his head hard, but he still couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. Ji Ruochen raised his hand again and sniffed carefully at the end of his nose.

Sniffing, the strange thing is that there is no smell of Tsing Yi on my hands, and I don’t know where the faint fragrance just came from.

Qing Yi has left.

Just like running water, it passes without leaving any trace.

He stood up and looked up at the vast starry sky. There was still a faint soreness in his body, reminding him of the madness last night. At the same time, deep in his heart, there was a strange emptiness, as if something had been taken away from his body.

Ji Ruochen silently practiced the Heart Movement Technique and looked inside his body. He saw that the meridians everywhere were dim, not only due to excessive energy consumption, but also the previous round and satisfying feeling was no longer there. Seeing this, he finally knew that his body's Yuan Yang had been broken.

It turns out that everything last night was not a dream. However, although the real energy was greatly depleted at this moment, there was a little more vitality in it, which was never seen before.

As if affected by that bit of vitality, everything he saw seemed a little brighter than before.

Ji Ruochen suddenly felt something strange with his left hand. When he raised it to his eyes, he saw a faint green mist emerging from his palm, and a small figure in green clothes slowly emerged from the mist. She stared at Ji Ruochen for a moment, then smiled slightly and said

: "Ruochen, I don't know how many lifetimes of karma it took to get together last night. My wish has been fulfilled, and it's time to return to the Endless Sea. You must remember not to come to find me in the Endless Sea.

.They are destined to meet each other, so they should reunite."

He stared blankly at the Qing Yi in his palm, and his heart, which was already like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly felt uneasy.

When Qing Yi turned around to leave, he looked back and said: "Life is like a dream, secluded like morning dew. What is the reincarnation of cause and effect, what is the destiny of the road, why bother so much? Thinking about it is a calamity, and not thinking about it is also a calamity."

Before Ji Ruochen could recall these words, the green clothes turned into a wisp of green smoke and dispersed, leaving only a bright red petal on his palm. That touch of red immediately disappeared into his palm like a fallen flower into the water.

among.

Ji Ruochen silently looked at his left hand, which was as crystal clear as jade and still the same as before. Before, he would occasionally see his hands stained with blood, and there would be blood drops dripping from his fingertips from time to time. But now when his eyes are open,

He saw that his right hand was still dripping with blood, but his left hand was as clean as a newborn baby. At that rare moment, his mind flashed, and he saw the remaining red left by Tsing Yi.

"Qing Yi..." At this moment, he had thousands of thoughts in his heart, but in the end they all turned into wisps of blue mist, lingering into her name, which lingered in his heart.

While he was in a trance, the mountains suddenly shook under Ji Ruochen's feet, and a pillar of fire rose up from the side. The starry sky above his head became distorted and slowly dispersed like water waves. Sunlight streamed in through the windows. It seemed that it was almost noon.

The originally vast night sky inside the wooden building was actually generated by the Xuantan array.

He was startled, and then he realized that there were many natives and Beimang Taoist priests outside the Xuan Tan Formation who were coveting it. Since Qing Yi returned to the Endless Sea, Lord Ertian would naturally follow him, and now the entire formation would have to be supported by him alone.

It's never a problem for him to do it in public, and he even gets a little excited just thinking about it.

Ji Ruochen looked around and estimated that the formation could still hold up for a while. He heard the shouts of killing outside the formation, and they were all concentrated at the gate of the formation. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to break out of the formation directly from behind the wooden building so that he could kill the people.

People were caught off guard.

He made up his mind and immediately hit the back wall of the wooden building with his body. He heard a loud bang, broken wood and curtains flew together, and almost half of the wooden building collapsed.

Like a gust of dark wind, Ji Ruochen silently ran out following the broken wood. Just as he was about to start a killing spree, he was shocked to see that there was not a single opponent around him. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if he had suddenly stepped into a ghostly land of death.

Those native warriors who were shouting and killing just now fell to the ground one by one with smiles on their faces, as if they had suddenly fallen asleep. But Ji Ruochen could see at a glance that these native warriors had long since died, and there were many ghosts in the sky.

Ghosts were wandering around the village, and for a while they couldn't find the entrance to the underworld.

Looking at the village with corpses everywhere, Ji Ruochen felt that he had crossed two worlds in just one step, and a chill arose in his heart.

The breeze was blowing in front of him, and he suddenly smelled a vague stench in the wind. The stench smelled very strange, and it seemed that it did not belong to this world, but was somewhat similar to the air of the underworld. Ji Ruochen immediately went to where the stench came from.

Looking up, I saw a dark black door about ten feet high looming in the sky. The door was open, and only a vast mist could be seen inside.

As soon as this portal appeared, the lonely souls wandering above the village immediately continued to swarm towards it, scrambling to squeeze through the door.

"Is this the legendary Gate of Underworld?" Ji Ruochen was not sure. If it was really the Gate of Underworld, how could he see the Gate of Underworld if he had never died and had not possessed the "spiritual eye" of the Dharma?

?

While he was wondering, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him: "Ruochen, why did you suddenly become stunned?"

Ji Ruochen immediately turned around and looked at Master Ziyang in front of him with some disbelief. He quickly bowed and called himself master.

Master Ziyang glanced into the wooden building, stretched out his hand, and the monster transformed by Yao Ying and the Dinghai Shen Zhentie flew in front of him. Seeing this monster, Master Ziyang raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face, and said:

"How could there be such monsters? Yes, these eight babies should have died a long time ago, and they have been able to survive until now thanks to the miraculous effects of the source of spiritual energy. However, the three souls and seven souls of these eight babies have long been entangled together.

They melted into a ball and could no longer be separated, and they had to endure the pain of cutting off the bones and refining the marrow all the time. I never expected that Zhenwu Guan would dare to risk the disobedience of the world and set up an altar to refine the medicine baby!"

The ferocious nature of the medicine baby has not faded, and it is screaming and trying to pounce on Master Ziyang. Master Ziyang bends his fingers and creates a bubble out of thin air, trapping it in it, and no matter how hard it struggles, it cannot escape.

Ji Ruochen secretly admired it when he saw it. This Taoist technique of "pointing to the air as a prison" can be used as long as the Taoist practice is sufficient. But to use it just right like Master Ziyang, it is not an ordinary state.

Master Ziyang looked at the monster in the water bubble, stroked his beard and said: "This is already the third source of spiritual power. Ruochen, you have done a good job! After I have cleaned up this village, we can go back to the mountain."

Already."

Ji Ruochen was not very happy to receive the praise from Master Ziyang. He looked at the corpses and asked: "Master, how did these people die?"

Master Ziyang sighed: "These natives have all been smitten by the Immortal Fury Divine Weapon Curse, one of the three secrets of Beimang Mountain. The power is ten times higher than before the spell. However, the stronger the spell, the higher the cost."

The heavier it gets. The Immortal Wrath Divine Weapon is so powerful that once it is dispersed, the souls of those who cast the spell will disappear. The three Beimang Sansan Immortals who had just secretly presided over the spell were all killed by Zhenren Yuxuan, and the spell was dispersed. These

The native warriors will naturally return to bliss."

At this time, Master Gu Shouzhen came over and said to Master Ziyang: "I just took a quick look at this formation, and it seems that the structure is not an independent formation, but a part of a large formation. According to my calculation, this large formation

The formation should have one main formation, corresponding to the Wuji of Heaven and Earth; another eight profound formations, corresponding to the innate eight trigrams; and twenty-eight branch formations, corresponding to the twenty-eight constellations. Zhenwu Temple has laid out such an formation, and it should have exhausted the power of the entire temple for thousands of years.

The plot they have accumulated is not small. I have a rough idea of ​​what they are planning, but I am not very sure yet. Let me copy down the layout of this formation, and read it in detail after returning to the mountain. It will last for a month at most.

In as little as ten days, I will be able to break this formation!"

Master Shouzhen said it easily, but this formation is the formation of the Zhenwu Temple, and it has endless mysteries. He dared to say that he could crack this formation in one month, and his attainments in the hexagrams of the formation were actually better than when he created this formation.

The ancestors of Zhenwu Guan did not hesitate to give in too much.

Master Ziyang smiled and said: "That's very good! Just let Master Taiwei and Master Ziyun help you."

The three real people immediately walked in and out of the wooden building's mysterious altar, copying down the array settings separately. From time to time, they would dig out a piece of glazed tile, tear off a section of colorful thread, and even cut off a few pieces of the curtain surrounding the array.

That conscientious and meticulous look is like that of several disciples who are being evaluated by their senior masters.

Ji Ruochen had never seen the real people being so intimate before. When he was in Tao Te Sect, which one of the real people was not cheering in front of them and showing great pomp and arrogance?

Seemingly aware of his surprise, Master Ziyang smiled and said: "Knowing the enemy can lead to a hundred battles. As long as we see arrays, magic weapons, and medicinal materials that we have never seen before, we should try to take them back to the mountain to examine them carefully. Even if the detailed results are far away,

It is far inferior to our sect, but it can often enlighten people's thoughts. No matter whether the opponent is a big sect like Zhenwu Guan or a little-known small sect, our sect has treated everyone equally for thousands of years. Now that the war is raging, we cannot let this person go.

This is a good opportunity. In the past, these things were handled by the older and more capable disciples in the sect, but this time, except for a few of us old guys, no one else can come, so of course we have to do it ourselves."

Ji Ruochen suddenly remembered that since the three masters were busy and Master Yuxuan was also searching the mountains for the native wizards and Beimangshan Taoist priests who had slipped through the net, why could Master Ziyang watch the fun so relaxedly and contentedly? This was not like Master Ziyang.

style.

He looked at Master Ziyang carefully, and his heart suddenly moved. It was as if there was a light mist floating in front of his eyes. After the mist cleared, Master Ziyang's treasured light shone like a baby's face, and a wisp of gray and defeated air appeared. Ji Ruochen was startled.

Under the influence, the magical power was dissipated, and the strange color on Ziyang's face had long since disappeared. Ji Ruochen had some experience in the way of the alchemy cauldron, and at a glance concluded that Ziyang's true energy had probably been greatly depleted, and he had suffered some internal injuries.

That's why he became so frustrated.

This time, five Taoist sect masters appeared together. Such a lineup was rare even in the entire monastic world. Only Qingxu Palace and Yunzhongju were comparable. So what dangers did the masters encounter on the way?

Do all real people have hidden injuries?

Daodezong has been at the top of the monastic sects for more than a hundred years. The disciples in the sect naturally do not look down upon other sects. Even Ji Ruochen vaguely had this idea. Although Emperor Ming issued an edict, ordering all monastic sects in the world to

They jointly attacked Tao De Sect, and there was a banished immortal behind these sects to support them, but Ji Ruochen did not think of how difficult the situation was. In his opinion, as long as the Tao De Sect masters join forces, they can cross thousands of miles in a matter of seconds.

, and then attack with the power of thunder. Except for Qingxu Palace and Yunzhongju, all other sects will be destroyed. No matter how many sects there are in the Tianxia Alliance, Daode Sect can defeat them one by one.

But now it seems that this wishful thinking may not work.

Ji Ruochen wanted to ask, but he still endured it. But how could he hide his thoughts from Master Ziyang? Master Ziyang glanced at him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Sun Guo has some skills and can actually calculate our whereabouts."

. He summoned twenty-seven monks with similar moral practices and set up a large formation on the road that he must pass. After a hard battle, we broke the formation. I behaved a little less as a teacher and suffered a lot.

I'm sorry, I'll have to trouble the other real people to take you and me back to the mountain later."
Chapter completed!