The years I was in the human world

The Bell of Time hanging high above the Final Courtyard rang out one sound after another, and the sound of the bell echoed throughout the entire sea of ​​heaven. Under the spiritual bell, the monks who had been devoutly offering sacrifices day and night stopped beating the wooden fish and opened their eyes without any sadness or joy. The wind and clouds on the Phoenix Terrace changed dramatically, and the surrounding sky took on a fiery color, with faint flashes of lightning in the clouds.

The overwhelming phenomenon naturally alarmed the entire Zhongting. All the cultivators looked up at the red clouds in the sky that looked like the end of the world. Some people had sharp intuition and quickly connected the phenomenon on the Phoenix Terrace with the roar of the spirit bell. They quickly sent their disciples: "Go and invite Master Lingzhong!"

Not long after, the spirit bell finally arrived, long after most of the cultivators in the Final Court had been expecting it. He only gave this explanation for the sudden strange phenomenon: "The phoenix is ​​reborn, and the sky and earth are changing color."

"Is the Phoenix about to rebirth?" The one who spoke was Ye Jin. He remembered what Peacock said when he came to see him yesterday, and suddenly felt vaguely uneasy. Will the Phoenix's rebirth really be like most of them thought?

"That's right." Ling Zhong didn't know about the twists and turns in Ye Jin's mind, or rather, even if he knew, he didn't care. He looked at the strange phenomena that continued to occur over at the Phoenix Terrace, put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have some compassion, and also seemed to have some awe. He said to the cultivators, "Since you have already achieved Nirvana, the past should be written off."

"Write it off?!" a female cultivator said dissatisfiedly, "Because she colluded with evil spirits, Dongshan has become a den of ghosts. Her sins are too numerous to list. How can we just write them off?"

"Now that Yu Zhao has paid with his life, what else do you want?" Ling Zhong raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently. The cold light in his eyes frightened the female cultivator. She subconsciously took a step back and stopped talking.

Yaoguang bit her lip, somewhat dissatisfied. She looked at the Phoenix Terrace where the red clouds were becoming more and more gorgeous, then looked at Ling Zhong's eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, and was about to say something.

Ling Zhong seemed to know what she wanted to say, and said in a pointed tone: "My Lady, please forgive others when you can, so as not to bring disaster upon yourself."

Yaoguang was frightened by the warning in his eyes and stopped talking immediately. She thought, what about Nirvana? She was not afraid of Yu Zhao telling those things. With the sect behind her, Ye Yunzhou would not easily change his confession for the sake of his own reputation. She could still control Yu Zhao as before.

Even if Yu Zhao wanted to die with her, he couldn't ignore the little peacock.

Thinking of this, Yaoguang felt relieved and said no more.

As for Yu Zhao, flames began to burn on her body. The burning flames spread to her cheeks and along her robe that was dragging on the ground, setting the entire Phoenix Tower on fire. It was actually reshaping the decayed building. Wherever the flames passed, the splendor of carved beams and painted buildings gradually emerged.

The flames shooting up into the sky reflected the blood-red sky, as if the flames were burning from the ground all the way up to the sky.

Ye Yunzhou looked at the person completely bathed in firelight. The woman's face was completely engulfed by the flames. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the time many years ago when they supported each other. He suddenly felt panic in his heart. In the past, he always deceived himself with the phoenix nirvana, but at this moment he had a strong premonition that he might really have lost Yu Zhao.

The passionate love in youth ended tragically in this way.

The flame of the Phoenix Nirvana burned for a long time, and slowly, the flame gradually went out. The red color of the sky became lighter and lighter, and gradually faded into a vast white. The embers of the burning flame fell one after another. Peacock, who was staring at her mother's burning, reached out to catch it. It fell into her hand and felt cold. She widened her eyes and said in surprise: "It's snow!"

"Snow? How can it snow when the Red Phoenix is ​​bathing in fire?" Someone in the crowd whispered, looking up with increasing curiosity at the figure walking out of the Phoenix Terrace covered in fire.

In the blazing flames, a snow-white foot stepped out of the flames first. On the ankle was an exquisite silver bell, which tinkled as it walked.

Next came the snow-white robe that had been licked clean by the fire snake and was embroidered with silver cloud patterns; the belt outlined the slender waistline, so thin that it was almost impossible to hold it in one hand; three thousand silver-white hairs fell like a waterfall around her waist.

Further up is a slightly open neckline, a jade-like chest, fair skin, a slender neck connected to a face as clear and beautiful as jade, long eyebrows stretched out like distant mountains, eyelashes covered with frost and snow, a silver-white color, eyes sparkling like autumn waves, and a little rosy and plump lip bead.

In stark contrast to Zhu Huang's passionate beauty, that person was extremely cold, like the ice that had not melted on a snowy mountain for thousands of years.

That's not Yu Zhao. This thought occurred to everyone.

"Who are you?" For some reason, Ye Yunzhou asked such a question in a panic, as if as long as that person didn't answer, he could continue to deceive himself that Zhu Huang Yuzhao would not die, and after Nirvana and rebirth, she would still be herself.

"I am Xue Feng - Lu Zhouxue." The man raised his eyes gently, his tone was light, and his clear voice was like the sound of springs in the mountains. It was very pleasant to hear, but it was like a roaring death knell, which hit the hearts of Ye Yunzhou, his son and the other two present, and they could not continue to deceive themselves.

That's a man.

Lu Zhouxue looked at everyone present. They looked at him with different expressions, and their complicated thoughts were all hidden under their high-sounding appearance. He sighed in his heart, these hypocritical guys are not as open as Taihuang. At least that man treats Ke Qin sincerely.

Lu Zhouxue is Sui Miao who was sent down from Buzhou Mountain by Hua Chao on the pretext of scattering flowers. Snow God is his title, Sui Miao is his Buddhist name, and Lu Zhouxue is his real name.

Since he wanted to avoid Taihuang's eyes and ears, he could no longer use his old Buddhist name. No one knew his real name, so he naturally gave it out when Ye Yunzhou asked.

Ignoring the cultivators with different thoughts, Lu Zhouxue closed his eyes again and absorbed the memories of his predecessor, Zhu Huang Yuzhao. After learning about her tragic life, he could not make any extra comments except that she had a misfortune.

When a person dies, it's like a light goes out, and the past should have been wiped out, but he did rebuild his body through Yu Zhao's nirvana. Although it was inferior to his original body on Mount Buzhou, he still had to accept the love, and he still needed to put an end to Zhu Huang's unfinished cause and effect.

With a low sigh in his heart, Lu Zhouxue whispered: "Go with peace of mind, I will take care of the aftermath." He didn't know who he was talking to, but the last red cloud in the sky was swept away by the breeze and completely dispersed.

Someone was reluctant to leave, but could not resist the trick of fate, and left helplessly but with a heart full of attachment. The little peacock looked up at the sky and felt something. She looked at the clouds going away in the sky, and suddenly felt that they looked very much like her mother's scarlet tail feathers.

It took only a moment for him to receive the memory and he soon opened his eyes again. Yu Zhao's cause and effect were not complicated, but the trouble was that it involved a wide range of people, especially the Dongshan ghost realm. Lu Zhouxue was not clear about the situation there and should not make a rash decision. Therefore, he was not in a hurry and planned to familiarize himself with the environment first before making long-term plans.

Lu Zhouxue was immersed in his own thoughts and ignored the others. However, the cultivators he ignored spoke up: "You—are not Yu Zhao?"

Lu Zhouxue was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was talking to her. She turned her head and nodded gently, "Yeah."

"How is it possible?!" Yaoguang's voice was sharp. She felt that things were getting out of control. The Phoenix Nirvana would inherit past memories. If the person in front of her was really not Yu Zhao, it was very likely that what she had done in the past could not be covered up. "Zhu Huang, are you pretending to be someone else in order to escape your crime?"

"I am Xue Feng, not Zhu Huang Yu Zhao." Lu Zhou Xue's gaze stayed on Yao Guang's panicked face for a while, then slid across Ye Yun Zhou, who also had a livid face, and finally landed on Ling Zhong, saying meaningfully, "Besides, the blame for the disaster at Dong Shan was not on Yu Zhao, so why are you trying to escape?"

Lu Zhouxue's words were meant to warn Ye Yunzhou and Yaoguang who knew the truth, but his main purpose was to hint to Ling Zhong. If his intuition was correct, Ling Zhong also knew who was responsible for Dongshan's fall into a den of evil. But for some reason he chose to remain silent when Yaoguang and Ye Yunzhou teamed up to put the blame on Yu Zhao.

However, Lu Zhouxue didn't care about these things. He was too lazy to comment on what others did, but he would help to clear Yu Zhao's grievances. He said these things now just to make the others shut up and avoid continuing to cause trouble for him by using Zhu Huang and Yu Zhao's past.

Sure enough, when he finished saying this, Yaoguang seemed as if her lifeblood was grasped, and she dared not speak a word; Ye Yunzhou stared at Lu Zhouxue, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Zhong looked up at the equally calm Lu Zhouxue with a calm expression, and chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice, and then said to everyone: "Every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. Zhu Huang Yuzhao has already entered Nirvana, so there is no need to hold on to the past sins. Everyone, go your separate ways."

Ling Zhong was a highly respected person, so naturally everyone listened to his words. Although the cultivators still had doubts in their hearts, they still left as they were told.

After everyone had left, Ling Zhong put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again, saying to Lu Zhouxue, "Since you have come back again, live a good life and don't go back to the way things were in the past."

There was a stronger sense of admonition in his words, and he didn't know if he was being manipulated by Zhu Huang Yuzhao like the others. Lu Zhouxue was someone else's senior when he was in Buzhou Mountain. When had he ever been taught this way? He also raised his lips and looked at Ling Zhong with a smile, "You have seen a little bit of the secrets of heaven, and you dare to teach me?"

Ling Zhong still looked at Lu Zhouxue with a compassionate look, as if he was so pitiful and regretful. He was too lazy to say anything more to Ling Zhong.

These people believed that the phoenix had reborn, and he was still the same Yu Zhao. He could not wake up a person pretending to be asleep. He casually produced an icy hairpin, tied up his hair, turned around and walked into the brand new Phoenix Terrace.

Ling Zhong looked at his back and frowned slightly. Finally, he left quietly without saying anything.

When Lu Zhouxue entered the door, a skinny little girl stuck half of her head out and looked at him timidly, then quickly shrank back. Although he inherited Yu Zhao's memory, he was just a bystander after all, and his impression of many people was not that deep, so he did not recognize the little girl and ignored her.

Seeing that he ignored her, Peacock gritted her teeth and was about to chase him, but she found the door closed in front of her and she couldn't get in no matter how hard she pushed.

Lu Zhouxue entered the inner room. The flames burned away all the filth on the Phoenix Terrace, leaving behind an empty pavilion. It was spotless and yet empty. However, Lu Zhouxue did not care about this. He went to check his spiritual sea first - the spiritual sea of ​​cultivators was a kind of wisdom that allowed them to understand themselves and the world.

The spiritual seas of the true gods are different. Because they have mastered the laws, their spiritual seas are a complete, vast and broad world that can accommodate everything.

Even though Lu Zhouxue was forced to descend to the mortal world and even had to borrow the body of the Snow Phoenix to resurrect, he brought his spiritual sea with him intact. What surprised him was that he found the Moon-Slaying Sword in his spiritual sea. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew that such a murderous sword could not be thrown away, so he just left the sword there.

After confirming that his spiritual sea was intact, he felt relieved, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to regulate his breathing. Previously, the Moon-Slaying Sword had pierced his chest, and he was lucky enough to have saved his soul, but he was left with serious injuries. It was not fatal, but he would need to be nursed for a long time.

Lu Zhouxue closed his eyes and meditated to regulate his breathing. When he opened his eyes again, several hours had passed and it was already late in the day. He had sharp hearing and noticed that there seemed to be noise outside the door. Although he had a new body, his habit of liking quietness in his bones remained unchanged. In the past, no one dared to make a noise outside his palace without any scruples.

Lu Zhouxue kept silent, tiptoed up to the outer wall of Phoenix Terrace, landed lightly on the tiles, and sat down watching a group of noisy children below.

I saw a brightly dressed child with a group of followers surrounding a thin little girl. Although she was innocent at that age, every word she said was hurtful. The child pushed the little girl to the ground and said maliciously: "Now that your mother is gone, you are a little bastard that no one wants."

"You are talking nonsense, my mother is not dead!" The little girl stood up and cried, trying to refute, but was pushed to the ground by the older child. Seeing that she was still trying to refute, the older child stepped on her back and said condescendingly: "How could I talk nonsense? The one who walked out of the fire today was a man, and it was obviously not your mother."

The adults were clamoring about facts that they refused to believe, but the children saw it very clearly. Lu Zhouxue sat on the tiles and thought with interest that the child's words were just too rude.

"No one wants the little bastard anymore." A large group of children chirped and laughed. How could Peacock, who was surrounded in the middle, not know this fact? Mother and daughter are connected by heart. She didn't dare to think deeply whether the newborn Xuefeng was her mother. But even so, when the hidden pain was exposed nakedly, she became more and more sad and angry.

"Damn it, you little bastard, how dare you bite me?" The older kid who led the bullying screamed in pain. He kicked away the peacock that had bitten his hand and bled, and tears came down in pain. "Hit me, you dare to bite me."

Peacock was very weak, so weak that she was powerless to do anything when she watched her mother die; but she was also very strong, so strong that she was able to maintain her dignity even when she was alone and helpless.