One Sword Nine Ya

On the long and quiet street, at first only the sound of footsteps could be heard, but if you let your mind go, you could hear the cries of ghosts from afar, as well as the sound of killing and cutting in the distance, and the sound of sword qi piercing the wind.

Chen Weichen then asked: "Monk, did you hear that?"

Since this white-robed monk has been able to sit here for more than a hundred years, in Buddhist terms, he has great magic power and supernatural powers.

The monk's voice was as warm as water: "I heard it."

Then he said slowly: "Those two benefactors used weapons to fight against the resentment of the souls of the dead, and they wanted to forcefully break into the inner city."

"Listen again."

The monk closed his eyes and listened carefully.

After a long time, I opened my eyes and said, "I've been stuck in the city here, and I haven't been out for a hundred years. I never thought that such a person would appear in the world. It was probably the young man who had just emerged from Xiandao when I didn't enter the city."

But he shook his head straight away: "No...he took the path of being too forgetful. Although this one is very similar to him, the origin is different. If it is really that person, he has already reached the third heaven—this one is still in the second heaven. pinnacle."

Chen Weichen rolled his eyes with a smile: "There are talented people from generation to generation, monk, you are getting old."

The monk didn't care, just said: "It's really old."

"Monk, I have a mortal body and I can't see his ruthless sword intent clearly. Can you help me see it?"

The monk shook his head slowly: "Buddhas and immortals can communicate with each other, but it involves a sword, which is impossible for poor monks."

However, Chen Weichen frowned slightly once in a while: "You mean, he really entered the Tao with the sword, which has nothing to do with the immortal way, and his realm is all in the ruthless sword intent?"

"Indeed," the monk said peacefully in his eyes, "everything in the world can be taught, so the benefactor doesn't have to be so concerned."

However, Chen Weichen set his sights on his finely woven white silk fan.

It is written in pine smoke ink, who is not worried about who is in the seat.

"The world is so big." There was a fleeting helpless smile in his eyes: "It turns out that it is full of people who are obsessed with obsession."

So I stopped talking, and the sound of footsteps walked farther and farther on the long street.

Pass through a city gate and enter the inner city.

Ghostly, whispering.

The merciful monk said to the brocade-clothed young master in front of him: "Where the ashes of splendor lie ahead, the concentration of obsessions will form thousands of illusions. Once you step into the devil, be careful."

Just take a step, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changes.

On the mountain in the far north, there is snow falling, and the vast land is very quiet.

There are people practicing swords on the mountain, dressed in white to beat the snow, and the sword dances like a frightened bird.

In the distant snow field, the young master from the world closed his eyes and continued on his way. A line of footprints was about to reach the horizon. The new snow was gradually covered, and it was covered for a while.

I don’t know how long I’ve walked, and when the cold wind no longer hits my face, I opened my eyes and saw a cold moon in the sky, the tops of the pine trees were covered with old snow, and there was a stone table under the tree with wine on the table.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival, it's time for reunion and drinking.

For a moment, just a moment, he knew he couldn't look anymore.

If you read it, you will become a demon.

Closing your eyes in the illusion is actually letting go of delusions.

But he knows that in this life, the most inseparable thing is greed, ignorance, anger and delusion.

The unceasing pain in his heart turned out to be a good thing at this moment. There was a sliver of clarity, and a faint Sanskrit singing, upright and solemn. Finally, he closed his eyes, and all the prosperity fell like snow, returning to a pitch-black void. silence, until reaching out and touching the cold door.

The treasury door was ajar in the wind, its carvings rusted, its brass rings dusted.

When the imperial capital was destroyed, they moved south in a hurry.

The countless splendid gold and silver piles under the heap of prosperity will dazzle people's eyes when they open the door at that time.

Under the personal order of the first emperor, a raging fire was ignited and burned the treasury.

Some people who escaped by chance during the chaos said that the fire was red, and it burned for several days and nights, and it was as bright red as blood.Sometimes there are other colors -- emeralds and rubies, the light emitted when good materials are burnt through, and treasures are turned to ashes.

The imperial city has become a ghost city, and strangers are not allowed to enter, and the new dynasty has established another capital in the northwest—but one is too hostile, and the other is only famous generals who open the frontiers. , So far it has become a small kingdom.

The monarch of the original dynasty conferred the title of emperor in the Dalongting, inheriting the spirit of the dragon at the top and grounding the veins at the bottom.Overnight, blood flowed into rivers in the imperial capital, the dynasty declined from prosperity, and orthodoxy was destroyed.That luck was placed on the ashes in the treasury, and its aura of calamity was even slightly higher than that of the Nirvana incense condensed after the death of countless whale salamanders, dragons, and exotic beasts in their prime.

The young master's hands, which have never been touched by the spring water, are hands that only flip books and play the qin to play with brocade embroidery. They are undoubtedly beautiful and exquisite, with a pampered whiteness and a faint, elegant and lingering fragrance.

The hand touched the pitch-black ash, the fingertips were gathered together, and put into the kit bag that he carried with him, together with the Nirvana incense.

Disordered luck, the law of heaven does not tolerate, cause and effect arise, and disasters add to the body.

The cold wind blew into the bronze gate, and the cries of ghosts suddenly became louder.

The son always had a trace of blood oozing from his smiling lips.

Like a heavy blow from an invisible force, his face was pale, his eyes were in a trance for a while, and he almost couldn't stand up.

The illusion in front of his eyes reappeared again, and he fell into the boundless sea of ​​ups and downs, struggling and unable to escape.

The pain of cutting out the bone with a sharp blade.

"Benefactor, you are not from this world."

"Master, since he has the insight to see through it," he gasped in pain, "do you want to kill demons?"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless," the monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, "you can only cross it by yourself."

"Thank you...Master for your mercy," he said intermittently, "I can't get through."

"Explore the emotional barrier."

"I don't survey."

"If you don't survey, you can't live."

"No survey."

"The mortal flesh can no longer bear the burden of cause and effect."

The corner of the young master's lips curled up into a feeble smile: "So what if you realize the Tao?"

"The higher the Tao, the heavier the demons, the greater the cause and effect, even if you live temporarily, you can only linger on your last breath."

"I have no heart demon."

"The law of heaven does not allow it, and I am still lingering on my last breath."

"Then...take a breath." He still smiled to himself, wiped away the blood on his lips, and leaned his back against the wall: "Monk, since you said that everything in the world can be taught—"

Between life and death, the Lingtai is empty.

The world of mortals is surging, and the West River is surging.

The ups and downs of the world, greed, ignorance and anger.

Do not survey, do not forget.

When he opened his eyes again, his breathing gradually became flat, and he was no longer in the state of dying.

"First Heaven," the monk looked at him: "The poor monk offends, how dare you ask the benefactor what enlightenment?"

The son's tone was light: "The evil devil heretics."

He leaned against the wall, looked out the door, and waited for someone to come.

When the sword light and sword shadow approached, the girl in the bright red dress and the golden mask was the first to enter the door.

The girl smashed Kunlun with an epee and cut ghosts. After a fierce battle, her breath was disordered.

With the epee on the ground, she looked around: "You—"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to her: "Benefactor."

Chen Weichen in the shadows in the corner was the second to be spotted.

The girl's voice was cold and harsh: "Why are you here?"

Chen Weichen waved the kit in his hand weakly: "I heard that there are good things here. I am an ordinary person, so I became greedy. I hit it off with Brother Monk and grabbed it before you."

"You!" The girl was so angry that she was about to chop off her head with an epee: "Give me Splendid Ash—or I'll kill you!"

Only hearing the sound of metal and stone striking each other, it was the young master who blocked the blow with the handle of the fan facing each other.

The girl sneered: "It's only in the realm of the first layer of heaven, so let's show off."

As he said that, the energy was poured into the sword, and he struck down with ten thousand zhang qi.

Chen Weichen knew he was invincible, so he lazily leaned against the wall and waited for death.

Somebody might come to the rescue—didn't know.

Sure enough, there was a sound of sword energy, and the long sword Jiuya blocked the heavy sword and shattered Kunlun.

The girl asked puzzledly: "Ye Jiuya—"

Ye Jiuya frowned slightly, and said to her: "Our man, Ji Mie Xiang is also in his hands."

"I don't dare to be one of you, I really don't belong to you," the young master in the corner laughed helplessly, "The person who only wants to be Ye Jianzhu will die of joy just thinking about it."

The girl looked at him as if he was out of breath and about to die, and said in disgust, "Why does Ye Jianzhu want you?"

"Probably..." He coughed a few times, his voice was weak, and blood oozes from his lips: "Look at me, I have three hearts with the same depth and the same depth, I am a mediocre person who is rare in a thousand years."

"Three Hearts, you—" The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, and even her voice trembled slightly: "You..."

For a moment, he was in a daze.

Ye Jiuya put his hand on her forehead: "Keep your heart and come back to your senses."

It's too late.

She probably walked through the heart demon all the way to this point, her mood was already shaken, and she was shocked by Chen Weichen's words. As soon as she stepped into the demon, her eyes were closed tightly, her breath was stagnant, and she fell softly, like a wilted blood-colored frost flower .

The frost flowers falling from the branches were supported by Ye Jiuya, and the white clothes matched the red clothes very well.

I could only hear the girl muttering in a trance: "Yan Jun..."

The young master's tone was very unhappy: "One or two, I remember them all - it can be seen that this Lord Yan has really committed a lot of evil."

The monk on one side took broken Kunlun and cut the girl's white wrist to draw blood to cast a spell: "Who will enter the illusion to save her?"

"Me." Chen Weichen stepped forward and offered his hand, "She was killed by me."

"I'll come," Ye Jiuya said, "Your mood is unstable."

"Although my mood is unstable, even if I am lost in the illusion, even if the place is full of prosperity, as long as Ye Jianzhu comes to me in person, I will be fascinated and follow back obediently," Chen Weichen smiled lightly, "But if Ye Jianzhu You can’t save people, and you’re trapped in an illusion, and the Lord Yan you’ve been thinking of is not here, but no one will be able to find you.”

Ye Jiuya looked at him coldly, almost staring intently.

"Chen Weichen," he said coldly, "Since you said that there is no Lord Yan here, why are you sure to rescue Lord Yanlong?"