Sealing Sword

Duanqing came here only half a day earlier than Xuansu.

That day he bid farewell to Ye Fusheng and his party, and wanted to retreat to adjust his inner breath, but met Zhao Bing'e rushing into the mountain.With Daoist Duanqing's simple and rude approach, he wanted to win directly and be driven out of the mountain gate. However, Zhao Bing'e opened his mouth and explained the purpose of coming, and Duanqing knew that he couldn't stand idly by.

Burying Soul Palace controlled Wuxiang Temple, using Zhao Qing as a bait, and using the martial arts conference as a trap to lure heroes from all over the world into the urn. Even if Burial Soul Palace tried its best, it would not be able to do so. There must be a stronger force behind it. support.

Zhao Bing'e told him that Chu Yuan, the king of rites, was about to rebel.

For Duanqing, the people and things in his heart are too simple, right and wrong are black and white, and there are many other conflicts of interest that have nothing to do with him. If this is just a fight in the rivers and lakes, he would rather be in the mountains Sitting on the road will not care about it.

However, since ancient times, there are no eggs under the nest-the flames of war, the people suffer; the chaos of the rivers and lakes, the collapse of ethics.

No matter how cold Duanqing may be, he is still a person with a bottom line.

He can look down on life and death, love and hate, but he can't treat human life like nothing.

Zhao Bingye needs a powerful ally to help her develop her layout. The so-called powerful is not only the proud force that can rival Helian Yu, but also the force that can compete with the Burial Soul Palace. The former can do it, and the latter has to find another way. others.

Right now, the various sects are like a mess, and they have their own competition for fame and fortune in the martial arts conference in their hearts, and it is nothing more than the loss outweighs the gain to find them.After weighing the balance, Duanqing handed over the affairs of the Supreme Palace to her senior sister who had been practicing all the year round—Master Duanhui, and then took Zhao Bing'e to Dongming Valley.

The profound background of the Hundred Ghosts Sect is only the tip of the iceberg in the Jianghu. Even if Duan Qing and Shen Wuduan are irreversible, they don't ask too much about their sect's private affairs. The only thing that is certain is... now they can fight against the Palace of Burying Souls The only single force in the world is the Hundred Ghosts Gate.

When they were invited into the Ningmo Room and saw Shen Wuduan and Chu Xiwei appear, Duanqing knew that they would agree to this matter.

Because Shen was half a step behind Chu Xiwei for no reason.

The elders are the first, which is respected by seniority and respected by status. When Shen Wudu is willing to stand behind Chu Xiwei, it means that the Hundred Ghosts Sect has really started to change masters.

Shen Wuduan single-handedly created the dense intelligence skynet of the Hundred Ghosts Gate, allowing the lonely and wild ghosts inside to live underground; Chu Xiwei will use thunder to kill the mess and bring a group of ghosts back to the world from hell.

Duan Qing looked at Chu Xiwei, and the tension in his heart slowly loosened.

Zhao Bing'er was frank about the situation, and Chu Xiwei took the opportunity to make arrangements, and from the beginning to the end, Qingdu and Shen Wudu watched silently until they negotiated matters and reached a cooperation.

Shen Wuduan asked him softly: "Have you finally decided?"

Duanqing removed the tea cover, took a sip of boiling hot tea, without showing any abnormality on his face, as if he just took a sip of tasteless cold water.

He put down the teacup and said to Shen Wuduan: "Enough."

What else did Shen Wuduan say later, Duanqing can't remember clearly, and it is easy to forget many things when he is old, including many things he has done, many people he has met, and now the vicissitudes of life, personnel and affairs have been abandoned, what he remembers But there are three or two figures in my heart, and the general scenery in front of me.

Chu Xiwei needed to stay for two more days to mobilize the deployment of the Hundred Ghost Sect. Zhao Bing'e received the order from Helian Yu, and couldn't wait any longer, so Duan Qing went to Wenchan Mountain with her first.

Wearing the stars and wearing the moon all the way, galloping the horse, in a trance, he was frivolous and happy when he was young. Unfortunately, the horse is not a young boy with splashed ink and picturesque, but an old friend of Frost and Snow Dusk.

Until this morning, when they arrived at Wenchan Mountain, Zhao Bing'e led Bu Xueyao away, and Duanqing took advantage of the gap to enter Du'e Cave.

In fact, it is not the first time he came here, when he was young, he also came here with his senior brother to talk with Se Kong, but now Duan Ya has turned into rotten soil, and Se Kong is also getting old.

The moment Duanqing entered the secret room, he saw these crazy people, as well as Sekong playing the piano cross-legged in the cave.

He saw the crazy and numb appearance of these people, and his heart, which was originally as calm as still water, felt like a sharp stone was thrown into the still water, and it took root in the river bed, like a thorn in his throat.

Duanqing has seen such a situation before, to be precise, 13 years ago, when he left Mizong Ridge with Gu Jianfang on his back, such crazy and bloody scenes were not uncommon.

This is a human sacrifice who was made mad by the drug of the Burial Soul Palace.

Anger flashed in his chest, and it was only for a moment.

He has long lost the right to be happy and angry, and no amount of righteous indignation or grief is fleeting and disappears immediately.

Putting his fingers on the jade flute, before Duanqing could make a move, he heard Sekong say, "It must be Taoist Duanqing."

Duanqing turned over to the cave, sat cross-legged beside Sekong, and said: "Their hearts are dead, and they are walking corpses alive, why not let them be relieved?"

Sekong shook his head: "The body is not dead, the spirit is immortal, why can't the heart live?"

Looking down, Duanqing saw that Sekong was still plucking the strings, the calluses on his fingertips had been cut open, revealing fine bloodstains, he didn't know how long he had been playing.

However, with the continuation of the qin music of "Ask the Water", the mad man slowly calmed down again, standing and sitting numbly, his body twitched from time to time, and struggle flashed in his eyes.

"The amount of the medicine they took is not large, but the effect of the medicine comes on quickly, and it is not to the point of being hopeless." Sekong said softly, his tone could not hide his fatigue, "I attach the internal force to the qin music, and use "" Asking Water" soothes their minds and can reduce the influence of drugs on them."

Duan Qing swept his eyes and carefully observed the situation of these people, it was indeed different from what he saw in Mizong Ridge back then, and there was still a glimmer of clarity.

People who have been insanely drugged will attack others and kill each other. Due to the riot of qi and blood, acupressure can no longer stop them. Generally, only killing can stop them.

This time, because the dosage was reduced, it was still possible to save.

He looked towards Shikong, the old monk was blind, his eyelids were drooped, he looked a little scary, and because of the internal force these days, he looked more and more out of shape.

"Buddhas are merciful, so they deliberately reduced the dose of medicine to give these people a chance of life, so that you are willing to be trapped here and waste your internal energy. Even if you break through the level, it will be difficult." Duan Qing lowered his eyelids, "Tong A cast-iron pillar is not as good as a prison, but those who plot against you know you."

Sekong said: "It's not my generation to see death but not to save it, and to not get out of trouble."

"You have the heart to escape the disaster, but the Wuxiang Temple has become a place of disaster. You can save these forty people, but you have to give up thousands of people in the temple?" Duan Qing asked without any ups and downs, as if it was just a The plain and direct statement, but it happens to be the most shocking.

"Abandoning the small for the big, taking more and discarding less, this is indeed the overall view since ancient times, but..." Se Kong whispered, "Mount Tai is overwhelmed, and when things come to an end, who is really willing to be the one to be abandoned?"

Pausing for a moment, Se Kong continued: "Since the founding of the country, Wuxiang Temple has become bigger and bigger. Up to now, the monks have become more dishonest. They are addicted to the world, unwilling to be reconciled to Buddhist scriptures. All of them are poisonous. This catastrophe may not be without a lot of experience, and only after going through the raging fire can Nirvana be achieved."

Duan Qing said: "What if you don't reach Nirvana, but turn into ashes?"

Se Kong shook his head and recited a Buddha's name, saying: "Success or failure has its own destiny, treat it with a normal heart and follow the will of heaven."

Duan Qing silent.

He didn't speak, but Sekong sighed: "Forget love, I thought you had seen it through."

Duan Qing shook his head: "I just saw enough."

He fell silent, fortunately the cave was not small enough for him to live in, Duanqing closed his eyes, and calmly adjusted his breath in the soft melody of "Ask the Water", until the stone door opened again and Xuansu broke in.

The human animal woke up from the confusion and frantically attacked the intruder. Duanqing opened his eyes and watched Xuansu's every behavior and expression change.

After seeing each other for just a few days, Xuansu has grown a lot compared to when he was on the mountain, his movements are more flexible, his eyes have become firmer, and although his reaction to the battle is still a little bit at a loss, he is able to make more changes under the premise of sticking to his heart.

Duan Qing was a little relieved, but he also knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

Lifting the jade flute to her lips, she gathered her inner strength and blew out a sound of thunder, which was inserted into the melody when there was no time to send it, powerfully destroying the mind and shaking the soul.

The sound of the flute condensed half of his internal strength, forcibly triggering the resonance of blood and energy in these people, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Xuan Su was taken aback.

He never expected that Duanqing would appear here, his stomach was full of words stuck in his throat, and he didn't hold back a word, but Duanqing didn't have time to talk nonsense to him, so he asked about the current situation of Wuxiang Temple in a few words, so he asked drive him away.

Xuan Su grabbed the copper Xiao, and shook his head like a rattle: "Master, master, this dangerous place cannot stay for long, come here before Bu Xueyao comes back, let's go quickly."

Duan Qing said: "It's useless for you to stay here, let's go."

"But……"

Duan Qing's brows were light: "Dang Duan will continue to suffer from the chaos, instead of wasting time here, it's better to go back to the Wuxiang Temple to keep an eye on the situation and adapt to the situation."

Se Kong also smiled slightly: "Saving people to the end, how can there be no reason to give up halfway? Xuansu, you go now, so you can take care of yourself."

Xuan Su was about to say more, but his eyes fell on the human animal who was knocked down by Xiao Yin, but he swallowed it back.

He was already sweating holding Tong Xiao's hand, and seeing that someone below had already recovered, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

I only hate that I have something in my heart, but I can't do it.

Xuan Su's throat choked, but he just saluted, gritted his teeth and rolled over, stepped through the mess, pushed open the stone door and came out.

It wasn't until the Shimen closed again that Sekong smiled and said, "Compared to Taoist Duanya, you are quite strict with him."

"Brother was still young when he was here; now, he is already old." Duan Qing said flatly, "One cannot be like one day for a hundred days, only by growing can one be long-term."

When Sekong heard the words, he pressed his palm on the strings in vain: "You will not accept your fate in the end."

Duanqing slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Ever since he entered the state of forgetfulness, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy have not touched the corners of his brows and eyes, and his smile has never existed, so it is inevitable that the corners of his lips will look a little stiff now.

However, it seemed that the thousand-foot ice peak slowly cracked a gap, and cold water flowed down from it, warming up slowly in the wind.

"There is nothing immutable in this world, so we practitioners can die soon after hearing the Tao. But..." Duanqing raised his eyes, "Living in the world is like ants in the mountains and seas. They are all insignificant. Persevere, so there is no end to strength.”

He Yan's fate is determined in a few days, just ask yourself.

"It's best if you have your own sense of proportion." Sekong heaved a long sigh of relief. Since Duanqing entered this place, he couldn't help but tighten his heartstrings, and now the dust has finally settled.

Duanqing suddenly asked: "I didn't open my mouth before, how do you know I came in?"

Sekong rubbed the body of the piano with his fingers, and then said with a smile: "But hearing the clouds and the storm, who in the world doesn't know the king (note)?"

Before the words fell, there was a "click", and Xuan Xinqin actually separated from the bottom layer.

This piano is thicker, wider and longer than usual, but now that the mechanism is pressed down, it is discovered that the base has been added a layer after subsequent processing, and the inside is hollowed out to hide a sword.

The three-foot long sword was wrapped in layers of cloth filled with scriptures, so it couldn't see its original shape.

Se Kong put down the Xuanxin Qin, picked up the Qin case, and pushed it towards Duan Qing.

His voice was still very soft, but with a light smile of relief: "Daoist Duan Ya entrusted me on his deathbed, wishing that I could continue to wash away the fierceness of this sword with "Questing Water" for him, and today it can finally be returned to its original owner. "

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PS: I won’t write about monks and Taoists lightly next time, my spiritual level is not enough, kneel down QAQ

Note: Adapted from Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da": "Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king."