Chapter 728 The Most Suffering in the World Is Ignorance

No one expected that at this moment, Zhao Layue suddenly withdrew his sword intent, the light suddenly shattered, and the map and light spots disappeared.

Zhuo Rusui complained, "I haven't seen it clearly yet."

Zhao Layue glanced at him, and he coughed twice, thinking that the book made him so miserable a few days ago, so let's not worry about it today.

Now everyone has already guessed that this black card should be related to Jing Jiu, but what does that light spot represent? If it is a location, what is hidden there?

Liu Shisui said to Lu Jin, "Master Lu, please speak."

Lu Jin said: "Master and I once entered the Jingyuan, and some of you here should still have an impression."

Zhao Layue and the others nodded.

Lu Jin went on to say: "It was that time that Master Jingyang gave this black card to our master and apprentice, and told us that if he has something to do in the future, let me send this black card back."

After he and Zhou Yunmu left Jingyuan, they were chased and killed by many evil people, and they were also protected by Qingshanzong.

But until today, Zhao Layue didn't know that Jing Jiu really gave them something very important.

"This black card has been preserved in Xuantianzong for more than a hundred years, and it has never changed in any way."

Lu Jin knew what they wanted to ask, and explained: "I only found out today that this is a map. As for the location of that light spot, I don't even know."

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself, could it be that the master uncle was in Jingyuan more than a hundred years ago, even if he was going to die now, he made preparations in advance, and his inheritance was hidden in that position? Then there is the rhythm of dividing the property? Thoughts can fly and fly, but he is not a fool, so naturally he won't say it.

Nan Wang said: "If you have anything to guess, just go and see it."

Zhao Layue didn't think so, and asked, "Why didn't you send him off when he was sleeping in Chaoge City?"

Jing Jiuyi slept for a hundred years in Chaoge City, but this time he only slept for a few days in Sanqianyuan.

"The real person said at the time, when we feel that we should give it away, then we will give it away..." Lu Jin looked at Jing Jiu who was sitting on the bamboo chair, and said, "I think it should be at this time."

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The Qingshan sword formation was destroyed, but the mountain gate formation that separated the immortals was still there. Even if the large formation disappeared together, the Qingshan was still there after all.

The peaks are surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and when the wind blows occasionally, those clouds and mist will flow out like water and gather in a lively town. Yunji Town is still as lively as in previous years, the hot pot restaurant is buzzing with people, tourists are looking at the mountains from a distance, and the landscape garden outside the town is still hidden among the flowers, trees and streams, no one can see it.

Tens of miles away is still a deep mountain, but it is just a deep mountain in the world. There is a village there, with many abandoned fields and a pond in the village. The banyan tree by the pond was illuminated by the sword light, Nan Wang, Zhao Layue, and Liu Shisui appeared one after another. These were the people who had the deepest relationship with Jingyang and the cat.

The mountain village is extremely quiet, no sound can be heard, not even chickens crowing and dogs barking, just like a grave.

In fact, this is indeed a large tomb. Liu Shisui looked at the gloomy buildings, thinking of all the relatives killed by Daoist Taiping, closed his eyes and fell silent for a while, then opened his eyes again, and found that Zhao Layue was also in a strange mood.

Zhao Layue held Ada in her arms, looked at Qingping on the surface of the pond, wondering what she was thinking.

Many years ago, Liu Shisui listened to scriptures in the vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple, and Jing Jiu retreated on the top of Shenmo Peak for twelve years. After coming out, he planned to go to Guocheng Temple, and brought her and Ada here once on the way. At that time, she was just like now, standing by the pond with Ah Da in her arms, waiting for Jing Jiu.

She didn't know where Jing Jiu went or what he was doing during that time, but she felt a strong uneasiness, just like today.

Nan Wang took out the black card, looked at the location of his gaze, and said, "It's over there."

The sword string was born out of the sky, making a slight buzzing sound, leaving hundreds of straight lines on the green duckweed on the pond, which looked like a chessboard.

Passing through a lifeless village, over several mountains and a wild forest, I came to a small river.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu walked out of this river, lit the fire for the first time, and dried the white clothes.

The place Nan Wang, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were going to was in the big mountain at the end of the river.

It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the depths of the mountain, but it is nothing to Nan Wang who is in the sky-reaching state.

The silver bell moved slightly, and she raised her right hand to point to the steep and smooth cliff, ready to forcibly open a passage.

"I used to play in this river when I was a child." Liu Shisui said, "You can walk in there."

There is a hole in the cliff, and a silver waterfall cascades down, which is the source of the river.

The three of them walked through the waterfall and into the cliff. There is an extremely dark passage in the cliff, the river water keeps gushing out, and the sound of the turbulence colliding with the hard rock wall keeps ringing. Neither the darkness nor the impact of the water had any effect on them, but the length of this passage was beyond imagination, and it seemed to go all the way to the deepest part of the mountainside.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a light suddenly lit up in front of the passage, which was a pearl inlaid on the stone wall.

Looking at the pearl on the stone wall, Nan Wang thought of something, and his face was a little ugly.

Liu Shisui, who was walking in the front, said, "There is a sword array."

Zhao Layue and Nan Wang walked over, feeling the cold sword intent coming from the cliff, and felt a little strange.

Those cold sword intents and this sword array hidden in the mountain itself obviously have the taste of green mountains, but it is obviously not Chengtian sword array.

"It's the kind in the sword prison..." Liu Shisui became nervous when he thought of the passage at the bottom of Shangde Peak, the cell, and the Snow Queen in the cell.

Zhao Layue had also seen that cell before, felt the messy sword intent in that passage, and immediately remembered it.

"Thousands of miles of ice... is his formation."

Nan Wang's voice was colder than Jianyi: "It seems that we have found the right place."

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The sword array named Qianli Frozen can imprison Daoist Taiping for hundreds of years, so naturally they can't break it.

Only then did they know why Jing Jiu left the black card to them.

As if sensing the aura in the sword array, several extremely ethereal sword intents floated out from the complicated patterns on the surface of the black card.

Those sword intents melted into the sword array like lights that had been forgotten to be extinguished into the first ray of morning light outside the window.

The Qianli Frozen Sword Formation was opened silently in this way, allowing the light of the pearl on the stone wall to fall into the darkness, illuminating the cave.

This is a very clean cave, with only a few very simple furnishings, just as boring as its former owner.

There is a stone couch near the cliff in the cave. In front of the couch are two futons, which are already in dilapidated condition and can be dissipated by a gust of wind.

Ah Da stared at the two futons in Zhao Layue's arms, and suddenly sniffed them. He didn't know what the smell of the old year was, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.

There was a person lying on the stone couch. The silkworm clothes on his body were rotten, and there were wounds all over his body. There was no blood. The man couldn't see his face clearly, his face was covered with a layer of mist, as if it would not dissipate for ten thousand years, but it seemed that there were billions of years of starlight hidden in it.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at the corpse on the stone couch, although they had expected it in their hearts, they were still completely speechless in shock.

There was silence in the cave, and suddenly there was the sound of water droplets.

Zhao Layue thought that that person was the most picky, how could water seep from the cliff walls of the cave?

She turned her head and saw an unforgettable scene.

Nan Wang was crying.

It was that silent cry.

No sadness could be seen on her face, she was calm and even indifferent, and she didn't make any sound, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

"So...you are really dead."

Nan Wang walked to the stone couch and sat down slowly, reached out and touched his face through the layer of mist, the tears gradually stopped, but there was a lot of sadness in his voice.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at each other, walked to the stone couch, knelt down, and kowtowed three times to the corpse.

Ah Da had already jumped out of her arms, staring at the two futons in front of the stone couch, looking extremely focused.

——Even if it turns into ashes, I will recognize you.

This is not Ah Da's idea, but Nan Wang's heartfelt voice.

She walked into the cave, and immediately recognized who the person on the stone couch was.

More than a hundred years ago, Master Jingyang slashed the sky with his sword, and soared upward.

But there was a problem with the smoke disappearing formation, and then he was attacked by the White Blade Immortal, seriously injured, returned to the human world, and hid in this cave.

Before he died, he used the thunder soul wood he had prepared long ago to extradite the soul into the Wanwu Yijian, and then he turned the sword and was reborn.

On the stone couch is the corpse, or slough, left by Master Jingyang.

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"Master...it was really hard at that time."

Looking at the wound on the man's body, Liu Shisui said with a trembling voice.

Now Immortal Bairen is dead, and Daoist Taiping is also dead. The hatred related to this matter has gone with the wind, but he still feels very sad.

After Zhao Layue calmed down, the first thing that came to her mind was another question.

When Liu Ci and other big things in the sky-reaching realm leave, the sky and the earth will give birth to signs, and they will disintegrate into light spots, turning into spring breeze or morning light. Why can Jingyang Zhenren's remains be preserved for such a long time? Is it because his soul still exists, so he is not really dead, or is it that he has reached the realm of hiding the world when he ascended?

"What are we going to do next?" Liu Shisui looked at her and asked.

More than a hundred years ago, when Jing Jiu let those two ordinary practitioners take away this black card, it was obvious that he was ready to fall behind.

Now they came here following the black card and found his body in the previous life, then what?

Zhao Layue said: "Do you still remember what Chanzi said in the Sanqianyuan? Jingyang and Jingjiu are like the upstream and downstream of a river..."

Liu Shisui said: "There's also that phrase in a dream where I don't know I'm a guest... I really don't understand it very well."

Nan Wang suddenly said, "He wants to come back."

Neither Zhao Layue nor Liu Shisui understood what she meant.

Nan Wang said softly: "He wants to return to this body. Although he has never expressed this intention in the past hundred years, but... he wants to come back. This time he was injured too badly, and his soul fell into a deep sleep. There was no will to restrain him, so something went wrong."

Zhao Layue frowned slightly and said, "You mean that his soul is in conflict with his current body, so he doesn't want to wake up?"

Nan Wang said: "Maybe he doesn't like his current body, maybe he just doesn't want to let go of this body, who knows?"

Zhao Layue was puzzled and asked: "Even if he was the strongest in the world in his previous life, as far as the Dao body is concerned, he is definitely not as good as the current sword body. Why don't you like it?"

"Because this body can feel, itch, hurt, and get drunk, but now he... can't feel anything."

Nan Wang gently touched Jingyang's face on the stone couch, his eyes were full of pity and distress.

Both Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui understood, and when they thought of the person sleeping in the Three Thousand Courtyard, they felt a lot of pity and heartache just like Nan Wang.

Ascetics have a very long lifespan and have seen too many life and death separations, so they naturally take many things very lightly.

But ascetics like Jing Jiu are still extremely rare.

He doesn't eat hot pot, play mahjong, or drink alcohol.

The most delicious food, the most emotional thing in the world...has no appeal to him.

Even those ruthless evil monsters are not as extreme as him.

Even the real Jingyang back then was not as cold and cold as he was in this life.

Why is this so?

No one has ever thought about this issue, even Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, they only think that this is the kind of person he is.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that Jing Jiu didn't like those things because... he couldn't feel those good things.

No matter how strong the wine is, how hot the tea is, it is no different from water to him.

He can only walk in the streets and alleys by the White Horse Lake in the spring rain.

He could only lean against the side of the Dao Temple in the winter snow and feel the frost particles falling on his face.

He can only live a poetic life without knowing it.

Because poetry is not between words, not in kind.

Unconsciousness and unconsciousness are the extremely high state pursued by Zen Buddhism.

But what kind of pain would it be if forced to do so?