Chapter 687 The Sky Is Bright

This cool light flows down, and the dusty Shengyang Mansion lights up again. This ignorant thought of Taixu is like snow meeting the blazing light, disappearing completely, the sea water ripples again, and the lotus flowers bloom again.

Li Ximing only felt a cold and peaceful feeling flowing in Shengyang Mansion for a week, like drinking ice and snow, and the ignorance in his heart disappeared completely.

‘Fu Zhong eliminates this ignorance! ’

Joy arose in his heart, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated the Shengyang Mansion. He saw the boundless darkness and nothingness, and the bright sky below. A breath of cold air sank under his tongue, and the sweet liquid came out in his throat. The ignorant thoughts were gone. Pass.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness has left the body along with the Shengyang Mansion. The so-called 'mouth' is actually the Shengyang Mansion, but the spiritual consciousness has nothing to refer to and uses the inherent senses instead, so it feels like a mouth.

The cold meaning in his mouth was the magical power of Shengyang Mansion. Seeing the talisman show its power and reach the last pass in one breath, Li Ximing retreated happily, not daring to be careless, so he just kept his mouth shut.

"There are endless fantasies!"

Then things appeared in front of nothing, flags fluttered, gold stepped out of the darkness, horses neighed noisily, and the sound of scolding shook the sky, and a troop of soldiers and horses unexpectedly appeared.

This group of people all wore golden armor and had different appearances. They were holding weapons and guns. They were all vivid. The leader wore a phoenix-winged helmet on his head and used a mask to cover his face. He rode a tall horse and came through the air with a rein in his hand. He was holding a golden gun. , against his throat.

"drink!"

Suddenly, he was surrounded by people in golden armor, swords drawn and bows drawn, all using weapons to restrain him. Li Ximing looked down and saw that he had nothing in his hands and was wearing plain clothes, but he was just a mortal.

"Who are you!"

The scenery in the distance became clearer and clearer, and they were already in the valley. The general pressed his throat and shouted:

"Why here!"

Li Xi clearly knew that the magical power was in his mouth and refused to speak. The general was suspicious and angry, and the guards on both sides began to question him. Thousands of people shouted like thunder.

How could this little formation intimidate Li Ximing? He didn't say anything. The general was furious, and he casually turned his horse away, leading his guards to disperse like the wind.

Li Ximing relaxed his brows when a black-striped tiger sprang out from nowhere and bit his calf. There was a sharp click. The tiger's teeth hooked into the flesh, and the bones and tendons came out, and blood spattered everywhere.

Li Ximing was in great pain and waved his hand to drive him away, but a big snake with a purple head sprang out from behind him. Its pupils were light yellow and slippery. It tore his chest open in one bite and took away the flesh in its mouth.

He stretched out his hand to cover it, only to touch a few bare ribs. A viper with a triangular flat head jumped up, got into his stomach in one breath, pulled out his intestines, and spread them all over the floor. All.

All kinds of poisonous insects and beasts rushed out from the corner, vying to snatch his body. Li Ximing remained silent in a blur, and gradually forgot where he was. He only knew that the magical power was in his mouth and he could not open his mouth.

Soon the beasts dispersed, with heavy rain and lightning and thunder. The general led his people here again and brought in a large copper cauldron, which was burning red and the hot oil was scalding.

He said:

"Who are you?"

Li Ximing still refused to respond, so he saw a group of people being dragged in from far and near. The leader was white-haired and looked very old, and it was his eldest father Li Xuanxuan.

The armored soldiers on both sides took out boards, black and bloody, and beat the old man fifty times. They asked him again, but when he didn't answer, they each took out blood-stained files and began to file his five fingers.

The old man's wails shook the sky, but Li Ximing remained silent until his fingers were all gone. The general picked up the old man, put him on the oil pan, and said coldly:

"It's okay to say your name."

Oil bubbles splashed in the cauldron where the old man's blood was dripping, and the hot foam was boiling. Li Ximing did not respond to his request, and closed his eyes. The general had no choice but to let go of his hand and ordered to the left and right:

"This demon's magic is about to be completed, so we can't let it go."

Then armored soldiers came up from both sides. One of them held a gun and stabbed it into the chest, making a muffled sound of the weapon entering flesh and blood. The other swung a knife and felt a chill on his neck. The sky was falling in front of his eyes, and Li Ximing almost let go.

After a moment of drowsiness, a darkness appeared in front of his eyes. The iron chains on both sides were heavy, passed over his arms and tied around his neck, so heavy that he could not lift his head. Two cold eyes fell on his face.

There were two people standing on the left and right, one of them was holding an approval document, with small letters like ants and flies, and vaguely the names of "Nine Nether Ghost Envoys" and "Ten Generations of Merciful Kings". Li Ximing didn't speak, and these two hookers didn't ask him. , all the way to the netherworld.

Li Ximing saw a collapsed city wall and subway signs. Two little devils were pouring copper juice with slender spoons. It was hot and red. He couldn't help but throw him in. He pushed it into the copper juice with two spoons and skillfully scooped up the copper. Pour juice on him.

The copper juice pierced his chest and tore his belly, burning him to the point where he almost lost consciousness. If he were a mortal body, he would have been so painful that he would instinctively lose his voice. If he was not conscious, he could avoid it. Fortunately, this was a body with spiritual consciousness, so he could barely control it.

After pouring it for a while, the kid picked him up and heard a ghost say:

"It's rare to see such a torturous ghost. I'm afraid there aren't many ghosts left in the world."

Another ghost replied:

"Isn't that right? The Lord is in seclusion, and no one from the 'Shangsha' or 'Owl Kui' has returned to his position. People die immediately, so there is no ghost to speak of."

The two of them turned him over and tried the iron stick, the fire pit, the wok soup, and the mountain of swords and swords one by one. They hooked him to death halfway and brought an old man with white hair over. A ghost shouted:

"Sir, which fellow Taoist are you bringing?"

The dead man stood sideways beside the old man and replied:

"It's fellow Taoist Chi Wei."

Li Ximing almost uttered a sound, and looked up, and sure enough, he saw an old man standing next to the dead man, wearing Qingchi clothes, looking down at him.

The kid glanced at him and said with a smile:

"Is there any injustice? The king is watching from heaven. He is the tenth generation of the benevolent king. If you open your mouth, you will knock this man down."

Li Ximing struggled for a while, lowered his head and said nothing, without even a groan. He was so dizzy that the little ghost gnashed his teeth and used a knife to file him more and more fiercely. After he suffered all kinds of things, the ghost said:

"This person is cunning and cunning. He will be sent to the sea to be a woman."

Li Ximing followed him to reincarnate in a depressed mood. Finally, his eyes lit up. Now he could not even remember the magical powers in his mouth. He could only recite and could not speak.

He looked around. He was born in a rich family, but he was sick. He refused to eat or take medicine. His life was safe, but if he did not take medicine, he would suffer from all kinds of diseases. He gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. His family only treated him as a mute girl. He was born very beautiful.

But she never ate. When they tried to pry her lips open, they couldn't pry them open at all. She grew up day by day even though she didn't eat. Her parents were afraid.

But she was bedridden and couldn't speak. However, she was beautiful. So relatives who didn't know the truth often teased her with words and took advantage of her secretly. She was miserable until she was sixteen.

Finally, a man named Lu from the same village came to ask for her hand in marriage. The family married her off hastily. Fortunately, Lu Sheng loved her very much. After several years of love, her health gradually improved and she had a son and a daughter. However, no matter how Lu Sheng begged, she never spoke.

One day, while she was weaving at home, Lu Sheng, with a red face and full of alcohol, pushed the door open, picked up the boy on the couch, looked at him coldly, and shouted:

"You haven't eaten for three years, what kind of monster are you? This boy is wearing human skin, how do you know if it is a human? The immortal on the road told me that you sleep with me to eat my official career!"

He was a burly man, and he grabbed the child in anger, and raised his legs above his head. Li Ximing couldn't get him away, so Lu Sheng shouted:

"Speak!"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lu Sheng threw the boy hard, and the boy fell on the stone, shattered with a sound, and his brain burst.

Li Ximing felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, the coldness in his mouth surged back and forth, and some weak sounds came out of his throat, as if struck by thunder, and he groaned for a long time:

"Puff..."

His face turned pale, and he finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and half of his tongue was spit out, mixed in the blood on the ground, everything mixed into a deep dark red, flickering in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, and Lu Sheng's anger was reflected in his eyes, becoming farther and farther away. He floated up and quickly moved away from these infinite fantasies.

The cold air rushed straight into his mind, and everything in front of him quickly faded, returning to endless darkness. All memories returned to his mind, and Li Ximing felt as light as a feather.

The ice and snow in the Juque Courtyard melted quickly, and the strong flames gushed out and echoed in this acupoint. Li Ximing seemed to float from the boundless darkness to the infinite light, the gardenias surged, the camel bells rang, and the eyes were bright.

"Boom!"

He only felt that he was flying from the spot and escaping into the place where the infinite truth method was located. It was dark and empty, and the stars in the sky were sometimes far and sometimes near. It seemed that there were countless people sitting in the void.

He flew all the way to the top of the void, as if it was covered by clouds and mist, with countless debris, and the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner. The void was also narrow and broken, turning gray, which made his eyes hurt, and he fell back to the bottom.

Below was an endless desert, with the pass standing on it, the sky gate was majestic, the 72 ridges on the corner tower were distinct, and the white door foot had many patterns, bright and dazzling.

His consciousness kept falling into it, and as the sky gate fell into the deepest part, he finally fell from the vast void and fell back into his body in the world.

Li Ximing suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a dark and drowsy scene, with sparse grass and trees swaying in front of him, and a little bit of snow turned into cold water rolling down, ticking.

In front of him was a golden table. The dark jade box on it was smashed to pieces by the magic power and scattered all over the ground. As for the jade bottle containing the purple bright pill, it had already flown to some corner.

The top of the mountain was in a mess, as if it had been ravaged by monsters hundreds of times. The jade pillars collapsed, and the tallest one fell beside him. The handwriting he left behind was dim and obscured by vines.

The array pattern on the ground that gathered spiritual energy was also scattered and messed up. The grass and trees were illuminated by the bright light and grew freely, almost covering the entire mountaintop. Small golden sand was scattered all over the ground, and golden and white smoke was floating back and forth.

It was the darkest time of the day, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the white moonlight was flowing, and the golden and white smoke on the ground was emitting a faint glow, which was a different kind of beauty.

"Hua La..."

Li Ximing stood up from the ground, and the dead leaves on his body fell to the ground.

There was no more skylight in the young man's pupils, and there was no bright light around his movements. His golden and white Taoist robe even looked a little ordinary. He was getting younger and his skin was getting whiter.

Li Ximing seemed to have not changed much from before, except for a little white and gold dot between his eyebrows. This dot was neither a painting nor a dot, and it was as bright as the skylight shining in all directions.

Li Ximing did not move for a long time, and circles of colorful halos slowly spread behind his head. The golden and white color of Mingyang's magical power emerged from his side, draped over him, and soared into the sky, more than nine feet high.

He finally moved his lips and teeth and spit out the skylight.

Before this mouthful of skylight landed, purple flames ignited out of thin air, like a flexible dragon snake, wandering and flying in the air. The flames were purple on the outside and gold on the inside, scorching and compelling. The dazzling flames were scattered with skylight gold powder around them, glittering, and were blown by the fire and spread everywhere.

The purple flames spread along the ground, lighting up the entire Wushan Mountain in just one breath. As the purple flames filled the air, gardenia trees sprouted on the spot, rising from the ground with wide crowns and white gardenias. Falling down in the rolling flames, scattering white snow all over the ground.

Taotao's purple flames soared into the sky, purple on the outside and gold on the inside, causing the sky to light up first.

And the brilliant morning light is rising rapidly from the distance, and the mountains are covered with purple fire. Li Ximing is covered in bright sunshine, standing under the gardenia tree, with snow-white petals rolling all over the ground.

The first ray of morning light passed through the formation and fell into his pupils.

The next moment, this morning light was trapped in his eyes, and his eyes turned into light gold, with brilliance flowing, and the golden eyes of the early morning were immediately reached to the extreme.

The eyes slowly raised under the firelight, looking towards the distant south. The clouds in the sky above their heads dispersed, and a bright white light fell.

"It's dawn."

…

Moon Lake.

There is some light snowfall in Wangyue Lake. The moonlight is bright and clear, and the cold lake light is reflected. The evening wind blows, the waves are sparkling, and the escaping light comes and goes in the sky, which makes it look like a fairy.

At midnight, most of the lights in Wangyue Lake were extinguished, but the many monks patrolling the lake and guarding the lake never rested. They came and went, flying back and forth on the lake, like colorful ribbons.

Qingdu Mountain has lush vegetation, and the talisman pavilion on the side peak is made of mahogany. It is exquisite and simple. The old man washed the inkstone in front of the pavilion, went in with the talisman ink, spread the talisman paper on the table, and paused for a moment while picking up the pen.

The old man was always busy, and it was getting late at night. However, at midnight, he never stopped writing. He was still drawing the talisman stroke by stroke. He only watched the vermilion talisman appear bit by bit on the yellow paper. He exhaled and finished the drawing again. A talisman.

Li Xuanxuan put it away, and suddenly found that the light in front of his eyes was quite bright. He extinguished some magic lamps and suddenly felt something was wrong:

"Where does the brilliance come from..."

He raised his eyebrows and looked, and saw that there were already more than a dozen monks standing scattered on the lake, near or far away, all looking dreamily to the east. These people were covered with golden light, and their shadows stretched very long on the lake.

The old man's eyes moved and finally saw the bright golden morning light rising.

The golden brilliance was reflected in his cloudy pupils, and the talisman pen in the old man's hand fell on the table with a clatter, rolling down twice, staining the talisman paper with ink stains, and wasting this piece in vain.

Li Xuanxuan, however, seemed not to have heard anything. He held the window with one hand. His old face was shining with the light of the morning sun. Tears welled up in his eyes. He forced himself to close his eyes and breathed heavily.

On the twenty-second day of the winter lunar month, at midnight, the moonlight on Wangyue Lake recedes and the sky becomes bright.