Chapter 413

Zhao Layue raised her eyebrows, thinking it was a matter of course, but she was still puzzled, and asked, "But why did she want to borrow the fairy talisman to come back?"

This is also something that Liu Ci can't figure out. What a cultivator pursues is to ascend to immortality. He has already become immortal, why should he return to the old place?

Jing Jiu said, "Maybe it's because of fear."

Zhao Layue said: "She is worried that Master Jingjing is still alive, and after discovering the truth, she will take revenge on Yunmengshan's disciples and grandchildren, so she wants to use her avatar to come back and stare at you?"

Jing Jiu said: "That's not real fear. She left the fairy talisman as if she was leaving a way out, or a way back."

Zhao Layue asked seriously: "What exactly is she afraid of?"

Jing Jiu said: "The sea and the sky seem to be vast, and they have limits after all, but that world is a truly boundless space, where you can't find a foothold, no reference, no companions, no place to come from and no place to go. This is the beginning of real fear."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "The Taoist heart is getting more and more lonely, and the loneliness is getting more and more?"

"Yes, there, the projection of the self in the spiritual world will be magnified countless times, gradually devouring the body."

Jing Jiu said, "What she fears is the infinity and herself in the infinity."

Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant, and then asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Regarding the matter of Immortal Jingyang's ascension, about the fairy and the secrets of that world, I believe Jing Jiu never told anyone except her.

This kind of trust or expectation brought great pressure to her.

"You will always go to that world in the future, there is no harm in knowing something in advance."

Jing Jiu's tone seemed as if her ascension was inevitable.

Zhao Layue felt more pressure.

For more than a thousand years, there have only been two ascenders in Chaotian Continent, Bai Ren and Jing Jing. She is a natural Taoist, full of confidence in Taoism, and she dare not be so optimistic.

Jing Jiu put down the yin wooden comb and started to braid her hair, using only one right hand, and the movement was very easy.

He only said these things to Zhao Layue, naturally there are other reasons, such as she has nothing to do with the past, that is to say, he can't completely trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, but he trusts her a lot. Because she was the successor he had spotted at Xiaoxueli in Chaoge City back then, and she did not forget him after she became a disciple of Qingshan.

As a natural Daoist cultivated by Qingshan, she doesn't need to do anything to have an extremely bright future, but she still took the risk to investigate that matter, just to seek justice for him.

She was the object of competition among all the masters during the Sword Inheritance Conference. Even Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing wanted to accept her as their own disciple, but she chose to ascend the peak of God and continue his inheritance.

It was from that night that Jing Jiu decided to pass on to her everything he had learned, without reservation.

In his mind, it would be really unreasonable for Xiao Layue to inherit his own Taoism and swordsmanship if he still couldn't ascend to the ascension with Xiao Layue's talent.

Since it is unreasonable, what else will God do, and then he will be killed directly.

Zhao Layue threw her braids in front of her body, looked back at his clenched left hand, and asked worriedly, "Then what should we do now?"

It was impossible for Bai Ren to count that Jing Jing would still be alive after falling from the fairy world, and the fairy talisman he left behind would actually fall into his hands.

All of this was just a coincidence, not a good plan, but it was still an extremely severe test for Jing Jiu, and it could even be said that it was a matter of life and death.

There is only one way in front of him, and that is to refine the celestial talisman, otherwise the celestial consciousness in the celestial talisman will slowly infiltrate his body and dao heart until it secretly takes over.

The problem is that it is not so easy to refine the immortal talisman.

He was calm and calm when he told Liu Ci that he was going to refine the celestial talisman, but Liu Ci could tell that he was not confident.

In the Illusory Realm of Qingtianjian, when he stretched out his hand to the bronze tripod, he already felt that if the immortal energy hidden in the celestial book was truly released, it would have an incomparably powerful power, and it would be difficult for even a giant in the heaven-reaching realm to resist it head-on.

It is very difficult to refine the celestial talisman without touching the celestial energy inside. The most difficult thing is that the level of immortal consciousness left by Bai Ren is too high, far beyond all the ascetics in Chaotian Continent.

"Maybe I really need to ask a friend for help this time."

Jing Jiu looked towards the top of the cave.

The blue sky is extremely deep, without much taste of autumn.

Naturally, he wasn't talking about the queen in the depths of the snowfield, nor was he talking about a giant friend from another continent.

Zhao Layue followed his gaze to the sky, a little puzzled, more curious.

A few years ago, Jing Jiu said that she would seek help from friends to solve the problem of Sword Demon. At that time, she, Gu Qing and others were thinking that you have friends too?

What happened later proved that Jing Jiu did have friends, and his friend was the last Emperor of the Underworld.

Zhao Layue really wanted to know who he was going to find this time, and what kind of earth-shattering big shot that person was.

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky and was silent for a while, then said, "He is dead."

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Twilight enveloped the Guocheng Temple.

The red pine forest is as warm as a fire, and the slanting light of Tallinn is infinite.

There are hundreds of high and low stone pagodas in the pagoda forest, where the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple are buried, but there is no gloomy meaning, just tranquility.

Yin San sat on the stone steps in front of the meditation hall, with the bone flute close to his lips, silently pressing his fingers lightly, playing a silent tune, there was no sense of sadness, it was still peaceful.

Patriarch Xuanyin came out of the house, stood behind him, and listened silently to the soundless piece before he began to speak.

"The man in Zhenmo Prison is Jing Jiu, why didn't the news spread to the Zhongzhou faction?"

Yin San put down the bone flute, wiped it carefully with his sleeve, inserted it back into his waist, and replied: "If you can't even see this, how can Zhongzhou occupy Yunmeng's spiritual vein for thirty thousand years?"

Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed his reddened nose and said, "But you can tell them Jing Jiu's real identity."

The corners of Yin San's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and said: "Over the years, countless details related to him have said the same thing. He is like standing on the top of Shenmo Peak and shouting that I am Jingyang. Do you think this is trying to hide his true identity?"

Patriarch Xuanyin sighed: "If you can guess the thoughts of the two real people, how could I lose so badly back then."

Yin San stood up and said calmly: "He needs other people's eyes and guesses to determine who he really is."

Patriarch Xuanyin was slightly startled when he heard the words, and said, "Could it be that he has lost his memory?"

Yin San mocked slightly, "No, he's just avoiding."

Patriarch Xuanyin looked at his side face, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Then who is he?"

Yin San patted the dust and said, "I've said it before, no matter who he is, it's not Jingyang anyway."

Patriarch Xuanyin was silent for a while, then said: "This matter is really interesting."

"I think it's kind of sad."

Yin San walked towards the tower forest, and soon disappeared into the twilight.

Patriarch Xuanyin looked at the twilight with a strange look in his slightly squinted eyes.

At this time, he is not like an old dog, but an old lion who wants to return to the lions, resolute and full of patience.

The evening drum sounded, and it was time for dinner in Guocheng Temple. Patriarch Xuanyin carried the food box to the kitchen in the front yard, and found the familiar fat monk.

The two hid in the corner of the corridor, opened the food box, and a big marinated pig's trotter jumped into their eyes.

There are a few fresh perilla leaves on the left side of the big pig's trotter, and a few pickled perilla leaves on the right, each with its own flavor.

The fat monk looked at the pig's trotters, couldn't help drooling, and said, "The meat is really delicious. He is doing well in Xihai, and he doesn't get tired of eating it. He is trying to persuade that tempted one."

His voice was very low, and due to the influence of saliva, his pronunciation was a bit unclear, but it was obvious that he was not talking about pork passing through intestines or other nonsense.

The old ancestor took a big bite of the pig's trotter, and tore off half a catty of the meat. He said vaguely, "It only takes one sword to kill two real people. Both the flesh and the skin will be famous in the history. It will hurt the muscles and bones, shake the world, and taste delicious. Why not be tempted?"

The fat monk said with a bitter face: "You forgot to put salt... what about Qingshan?"

The old ancestor wiped his face, his face was covered with oil, and said with disdain: "It's been salted in advance, it's not like he doesn't have a master, he just shut up if he doesn't eat it, it's useless."

The fat monk thought resentfully, just like you are now, you still have such a big temper? That master is also a sword escaper. Although he was trapped by Qingshan in the foggy island of the South China Sea, he is still at peace. How can you, a sword escaper, eat meat secretly in the temple and be a dog every day?

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Pass through the tower forest and pine forest, pass the side hall and side door, and come to the cliff, you can see the vegetable garden below.

As the setting sun set, there was a creak, the door was pushed open, and Xiao He came out with a medicine pot.

Yin San looked at this scene, heard the coughing sound from the room, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Liu Shisui came back from Yunmeng Mountain, but the little vixen's face was not happy, it seemed that the situation was not very good.

His problem of conflict between different kinds of qi has improved after practicing the Dharma of Guocheng Temple, and it has become serious again in the past two years.

Zenzi once wrote a letter, recommending him to go to Yi Mao Zhai to learn Taoism. If he can really master this Taoism, he should be able to completely solve the problems in his body, but for some unknown reason, Liu Shisui did not go.

Yin San knew about this and thought it was very interesting.

As the twilight grew thicker and the sky darker, he suddenly made a decision.

He walked into the vegetable garden, opened the door, looked at Liu Shisui and said calmly, "Is there any wine? I want to drink two glasses today."

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(I was a little nervous before writing this chapter, just like it was yesterday in the twelfth lunar month, but that’s what I meant when I wrote it and changed it. It’s like Chen Pipi in Jiangye’s TV series, that’s what it means. This is not an advertisement. I really think that actor is so cute, and the song is really good. If you don’t believe me, listen to it!)