The long rainbow sword shadow hangs high on the clouds, and the world cannot see it with its head raised.

Ning Changjiu Tathagata was like this, sleeping in the open air and wearing stars and moon, but the sword under his feet kept ringing, and was very excited about this long-lost long flight.

Ning Long looked at the wilderness, forests, and cities, and the tildes of the world changed and changed in the undulating mountains. Three days later, a series of familiar towns fell into sight.

This Zhenning has been around for a long time and has only glanced at it quickly between Luoshulou and Guling Sect before.

His spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and a strange throbbing suddenly arose in his heart. After he hesitating for a moment, he broke his sword and flew back to the town.

The rainbow light in the sky became thinner, and he quietly landed on a broken bridge outside the town, without shocking a piece of dust.

Ning looked at the town shrouded in the night for a long time. This town is as tall and thick as what I saw in the past. Its walls are high and thick. There is no shortage of towers or mail towers. I think it is because of the strong customs of the people, and the villagers are also good at fighting monsters by picking up hoes.

Ning Changjiu looked at him carefully for a while, but found nothing unusual.

The noon sunlight fell behind me, and the water under the bridge was shining with sparkling waves.

Ning raised his feet long and fell down, and came to the gate of the town in a short while. He took out a document with the seal of the ancient spirit sect and handed it to the guards of the town. The guards had never seen such high-end fire patterns, but they were only to resist monsters and evil demons, and rarely had any obstacles to the human race.

Ning, wearing a blue shirt, walked into the town for a long time.

Lime walls can be seen everywhere in the town, rubble is piled up everywhere on the ground, and a strong salty smell comes. It is the animal meat hanging by the townsmen at their doorstep. This place is very different from the style of Liantian Town at the time. Liantian Town is full of poetry, but it is very barbaric here.

The young man in green clothes walked through the town and attracted the attention of many people. On the roof, a little monkey who was helping the old farmer repair the house also cast a curious look.

Ning Changjiu didn't care, but just moved forward with intuition.

Gradually, the figures around him became sparse.

After the town, Ning Changjiu saw a slowly flowing river. The river was filled with floating duckweed and algae. The water surface was covered with gold. The swaying water plants outlined the incomplete shadows of the Buddhist temple.

Ning Changjiu looked up and saw the ancient Buddhist temple.

This Buddhist temple is a two-story building, with wooden doors and piles made of regular rectangular splicings. The wooden structure around it is indeed slender and exquisite. They have been washed over time and have faded away the paint light, looking like an elderly eucalyptus tree trunk.

Ning looked at it quietly for a long time. There was no aura of a demon or a master. The chanting sound came out calmly, without sorrow or joy.

I would rather cross the bridge and walk into the Buddhist temple for a long time, and I would be like an ordinary pilgrimage.

After entering the Buddhist temple, he stopped. His eyes couldn't help but look into the corner - an old man with messy hair and dirty clothes.

Ning Changjiu knew he was crazy at first glance.

The old man raised his head, but his eyes were so bright that he didn't look like a madman.

The monk from the temple came out from inside, and Ning asked about this old man for a long time.

The monk told him that this was an old man coming from the west. He was leaning on a rotten wooden stick. When he arrived here, his feet were ground to pieces. No one was willing to take him in. Our temple kept him with compassion.

Ning Changjiu asked: "From the west? How far is the west?"

The monk thought for a while and said, "Someone has come to find him, and it is said that it is his son, so he will pick him up."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Will he not leave?"

"Yeah." The monk replied, "He said he didn't know this son and wanted to stay here and refused to go back. So his son gave the temple a pension money and left alone."

"Where is his son from?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The monk replied, "It seems to be from near Dianhuan Sect."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for solving the problem of the master."

The monk asked, "Do you know him?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know you. I came to burn incense and seek fate. Suddenly, I saw this old man and was a little curious."

"Please ask for fate..." The monk nodded, looked at his empty hand and said, "It is available at the door of incense. Don't burn it with incense from other places. The Buddha doesn't recognize it, and it will not be effective if it burns."

Ning Changjiu nodded with a smile.

He bought a few bundles of incense, burned them for Xiang'er, Marry and Xiaoling, and respected the gods, but did not kneel down. Seeing that he was generous, the monk came to promote the new incense again. Ning Changjiu smiled and declined, walked out of the temple, and came to the old man.

He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him too.

Ning Changjiu confirmed that he had never seen him, but for some reason, he always had a strange sense of familiarity.

"Am I right?" The old man looked at him and suddenly spoke steadily.

Ning was puzzled for a long time, but he thought about it, answered according to him, and said, "You are right."

The old man's madness seemed to be aroused: "If I am right, then the world is fake! The world is wrong!"

Ning Changqiu frowned, wondering the mystery, and thought, "What if you are wrong?"

The light in the old man's pupils suddenly dimmed. He was stunned for a long time and said hoarsely: "If I'm wrong, then where is this? How could I be here?"

The old man looked up at the sky and looked at the sun, his pupils were not afraid of light at all.

Ning Changjiu vaguely felt something hidden in his words and asked again: "Where are you from?"

The old man was stunned for a long time, identified for a long time, raised his hand, pointed to the north, and said, "I'm from where I'm from."

Ning Changjiu shook his head gently, pointed in another direction, and said, "Your son said, you came from the west."

The old man's words were extremely firm, and he pointed to the north: "Where I come from."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Then what are you doing here?"

The old man said: "I forgot something very important, I want to...get it back."

"Where did you lose something?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"In the darkness!" The old man was determined, his face full of pride from the bottom of his heart: "There is a secret in the darkness that only I know!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What is it? I can help you find it."

The old man smiled in a daze and burst into tears again, saying, "I can't remember it. I think I can get it back, but... there is no time."

He looked up at the sky.

Ning suddenly felt a ray of breath from the old man, which was an indescribable aura, like a dandelion flying into the sky of the nine heavens, or like a white cloud falling into the depths of the sea.

This mysterious and moving aura is far above the purple courtyard...

Five peaks?!

Ning was shocked for a long time.

But... no matter how you look at it, he was just an ordinary old man in front of him, without a trace of spiritual power, and he looked like he was only in his seventies or eighties.

But what happened to this realm?

The old man seemed to have not noticed anything abnormal.

He looked at the sky and kept talking crazy: "If I am wrong...If I am right, if I am right, if I am right, if I am wrong...If I..."

Ning stood by his side for a long time without saying anything.

At one moment, the old man seemed to wake up from a dream, and a sudden light appeared in his eyes: "I am right! I must be right!"

Clang.

a bolt from the blue.

A rainstorm suddenly fell from the sky that was bright before. The monks came in from outside and complained about the moody weather. They looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "Don't stand outside and get wet in the rain. The Buddha's light outside cannot shine. If you get wet in the rain, it is easy to get wind and cold. Uh... Donor?"

Ning, wearing a blue shirt, stood there for a long time.

His shoulders were moistened by the rain.

The monk came over and was about to speak, but suddenly he was stunned.

In front of the boy, the old man was lying on the ground without moving.

"He is dead." Ning Changjiu said.

After being stunned, the monk returned to his god and said, "Oh, death may be a kind of liberation for him. I have not been able to memorize any wonderful principles for a while. When I ask my master to come over, I will recite a scripture in full and go through it, so as to seek a better future life for him."

Ning Changjiu looked at him, confirmed that he had read it wrong several times, and said calmly: "He died three months ago."

The monk was stunned. The spring rain whip was on his back, and the chill suddenly aroused goose bumps all over his body. He quickly raised his palm and chanted Amitabha, and said tremblingly: "The Buddha's great place, don't scare people."

I would rather stand in the rain for a long time and speak without saying anything.

The monk felt something was wrong and thought that the madness might not be contagious... He immediately hunched his back and ran back to the temple.

Ning looked at the old man for a long time.

He was unable to stop the old man's death just now.

Because he had indeed died long ago... But if he had died long ago, who would have lived in his body in the past three months? Who was the madman who had just spoken to him?

Ning Changjiu reached out and touched his heart.

The meaning of spiritual communication has disappeared without a trace.

This rain comes and goes quickly.

When the monk left the temple again, the figure of the donor in green had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the old man lying on the ground coldly and lonely.

The monk raised his head and a rainbow hung above the temple.

...
To be continued...