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[I am Shi Xing, when you see this line, I am already dead. 】

The first sentence Li Ang saw when he turned the slate over almost made him throw the slate away.

What mysterious recovery.

He shook his head and continued to read along the small script.

【I was born in Linshui Town, Huizhou City, in the second year of Xiande. My father’s name is Qu Shishi, and my mother’s name is Jiang Banmei. The two opened a clothing store in the town.

I am much more intelligent than children of the same age. I can copy and recite scriptures at the age of three or four. Because I could recite the Buddhist scriptures kept at home, those monks thought I had Su Hui and took me to the White Horse Temple in Chang'an.

The time in the temple can not be said to be happy or unhappy. Whether it is Zen lectures, spells, paintings, music, tea ceremony, or poems, I only need to read them once to learn them, and I gradually get used to the praise and praise of others, or jealousy and hostility.

I became indifferent to others' opinions and evaluations, and my heart was as clear as a mirror. Even if I won the debate between monks and Taoists at the age of thirteen, and I rode a horse to visit Chang'an City, I didn't feel any emotions.

When I was fourteen years old, my parents finally came to Chang'an. I felt a rare sense of joy and joy, and went out of the city to meet them. But under the guard of the monks, they just called out my Dharma name, Shi Xing, nervously and humbly.

instead of my real name.

Qu Bai.

There is a thick wall between me and my biological parents.

For Zen, a Buddhist child should not have parents. Nor should one have siblings.

Since then, my heart has become more and more calm. Listening to the rain at the age of fourteen, patrolling the clouds at the age of fifteen, and until the age of eighteen, there is only a thin piece of paper away from the Candle Sky Realm.

Tianxia Zen sect sees me as a hope for the future, Xuegong Shanzhang is willing to make an exception and accept me as a disciple, and even the Haotian Taoist sect, who has never been in the world for a long time, also wants me to go to Taihao Mountain to give lectures.

But what's the point of these?

I have left the world alone, without sorrow or joy.

I smiled and caressed the palms of believers, listened to their distress and sorrow, and gave them guidance in life;

I shed tears for the refugees who starved to death by the roadside, called on monks and Taoists to give porridge to the victims, and used Xunyun to build bridges and pave the way;

I walk in the world and make friends outside the temple.

Listen to young scholars complaining about the style of examination papers in the imperial examinations, listen to officials despise the officials who rely on the shadow of their fathers, listen to prostitutes complain about how the bustards do everything possible to embezzle money, and listen to peasant women crying bitterly about their sons and daughters who starved to death.

I listened to and observed all kinds of things in the world, but I didn’t realize the saying in the Buddhist scriptures that “the three worlds are insecure, just like a house on fire.” I just secretly felt that each of us is a marionette, acting together in a huge, messy and meaningless drama.

Since it is a drama, naturally there is no need to invest in emotion - I maintain this idea and maintain the role I should play in the eyes of others.

A pious, intelligent, and humble Buddha son.

Until, her appearance. 】

she?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows. The woman in the description on the slate was not a holy queen, but a young girl.

The following text has quite a long space to describe how beautiful, intelligent, and cunning that girl is. Like a white fox on a snow mountain.

Qu Bai, or Shi Xingseng, was soon shaken in his heart and was willing to give everything for it.

Including obeying the other party's arrangement, abandoning the reputation of being a Buddhist disciple, and compiling the Dayun Jingshu for the holy queen.

【I would like to turn into a stone bridge and be exposed to wind, sun and rain for 500 years, but only if she walks on the bridge. 】

Li Ang looked at the writing on the slate, and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows. He always felt that this passage had a familiar sense of sight.

The slate did not mention the girl's name, but she is probably a subordinate of the Holy Empress. It may even be that Shangguan Wan'er.

Li Ang shook his head, not interested in Shi Xingseng's love story. What he cares about is the secret about Jingnianzong.

[I was destined to encounter catastrophe, so I deliberately asked the Holy Queen to kill me, and then buried my body in the Jingnianzong Buddhist Pagoda below the ghost city. It is expected that sixty years later, he will be resurrected with the secret method of Jingnianzong to deal with the catastrophe in the prophecy]

Sixty years?

Li Ang frowned slightly, counting the time, this year happened to be the 60th year since Shi Xingseng's death. Is this what he counted on?

But what happened to the prophesied catastrophe?

[Now, you are me. Since the secret method of Jingnianzong will erase most of the memories, I will divide all the memories about Jingnianzong and prophecy into three parts and put them in three different places, waiting for you to retrieve them. In order to prevent the leak of information, the following is the specific location, take this black lotus to find it. 】

The text was interrupted, and then there were some pictograph-like patterns.

This is Gu Siyouwen?

Li Ang paused for a moment, recalling what he had seen in Xuegong Zangshuge. Legend has it that in the northern border of Yu State, there is also an underground river system similar to Chang'an Ghost City, and the scale of the underground river is even larger.

The tribe that lives in the dark river and lives along the water is Siyoumin.

The Siyou clan rarely came to the ground, and the folk customs are very different from the surface. The most recent witness record was a poet who accidentally fell into an underground river during the Jin Dynasty and was rescued by Siyoumin.

In addition, two hundred years ago, Dr. Xue Gong discovered a pile of giant fish bones inscribed with characters along the Yellow River. It is believed to be an item of the Siyou clan.

Li Ang squinted his eyes. Since the samples of Siyou characters were scarce and were only stored in Dongjun Building, he was not sure whether these hieroglyphs were the real Si Youwen.

But if so, why did Shi Xingseng use this kind of words to convey information? Didn't he say that the resurrection secret method of Jingnianzong will erase most of the memories? How to ensure that after resurrection, he can remember this kind of words?

Li Ang thought for a moment, then decisively covered the dark lotus and the stone slab with ink silk, put on the mask given by Yajiu, walked out of the dense forest, and headed for Chang'an.

He won't go down into the cave to find out,

First of all, Shi Xingseng only cares about the woman suspected to be Shangguan Wan'er, and has no real feelings for other people in the world.

Secondly, half of his head was blown off by Crow Nine. The 'thing' that can still come back to life in this state is by no means Shi Xingseng himself.

The most urgent task now is to remind Zhen Fusi that there is a Buddha slough monster under the ghost market.

There are a huge number of those things, and they are not afraid of death, each of which is equivalent to an acquired martial artist. If it enters the ghost market, or even escapes from the surface, it will definitely lead to disaster.

Just as Li Ang was mingling with the crowd and entering the city gate, several teams of Zhen Fusi soldiers hurried out from Chang'an city. The leading officers had been seen before at the end of the mutation of the Jianyue Troupe.

And their riding direction is the east of Chang'an.

So fast?

Li Ang was a little surprised, and said silently in his heart, That's right. With the ability of the Zhenfu Division, it is more than enough to plant spy spies in a ghost city with hundreds of thousands of people. I must have heard the movement and received the news by now.

With the help of the Zhen Fusi to deal with the Jingnianzong Buddhist Pagoda, Li Ang was relieved a lot. He walked into Chang'an City wearing a mask, and returned to Jinchengfang's home after detours.