Chapter 924 Alchemy Furnace

The moon does not cover the stars, and the shadows of the trees are swaying like demons.

The back of the man in the green shirt is straight, and the long sword is slanted. The shadow accompanies the bright moon, neither left nor right, and gradually goes farther and farther, until it disappears.

Twenty years of Jianghu, one day of life and death.

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The familiar statues of mythical beasts and birds, the familiar white marble floor tiles, the familiar mist in the sky, the familiar central light column, and the familiar reincarnation square are once again displayed in front of Meng Qi.

However, today, the mood is no longer the same. There is no fear or excitement, just watching quietly.

The tree of the road has been taken back, and the rest of the exchange is no longer necessary.

A misty light column rises, and Zhao Heng, wearing a bright yellow emperor robe, steps out. He has two black beards on his lips, his eyes and temperament are more mature and restrained, and his majesty is revealed. The emperor's aura is hidden, which has changed a lot compared to ten years ago.

When Zhao Heng saw Meng Qi, he was not surprised or confused, but smiled. He walked to Meng Qi like a dragon and a tiger, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and hit him slowly.

Meng Qi's eyes were still a little dead and deep, but his expression became soft. He smiled slightly, and then clenched his right hand and hit it, hitting Zhao Heng's fist in the air.

Bang!

"We can fight side by side again!" Zhao Heng took back his hand and said with a smile. His words were concise, without greetings or questions.

Although the ten-year interval did not bring unfamiliarity, everyone has changed under the erosion of time. Zhao Heng was obviously much more silent and majestic.

Just as Meng Qi was about to speak, two more beams of light fell. Jiang Zhiwei was wearing an apricot-yellow dress and holding a long sword. She was just as bright, generous, and firm. She was the one who changed the least, or she had already experienced the polishing and erosion of the death barrier.

Ruan Yushu still looked to be in her twenties. She was wearing a white dress, cool and unworldly. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she was holding a guqin horizontally. She was like a fairy from Guanghan who had descended to the earth. However, the childishness and innocence in her eyes and eyebrows had all disappeared. She looked more and more ethereal, as if she would fly up to the sky and leave the secular world in the blink of an eye.

She glanced at Meng Qi, looked at his graying temples, her eyes were still black and white, but her pupils were getting deeper.

She didn't say anything, but put away the Qifengqin by herself, and gracefully took out a food box, then walked in front of Meng Qi, slowly squatted down, put the food box on the ground, opened the lid, and whispered like a guqin without looking up:

"Cloud mud and date cake...Dragon claw exploring the clouds...Demon crab soup...Braised bamboo shoots...Five ways to eat dragon fish..."

Plates of dishes and snacks were brought out and placed in front of Meng Qi. Ruan Yushu's movements were neither fast nor slow, which was exactly in line with her introduction.

Meng Qi watched quietly, listened attentively, and was at peace physically and mentally.

"These are all the delicacies I invited you to eat last time." Ruan Yushu raised his head and looked at Meng Qi, biting his lips unconsciously, his eyes bright and hopeful, "but this time I made it myself."

Meng Qi clenched his right fist, pressed his lips, closed his eyes and opened them again, and sat cross-legged, picking up chopsticks to taste.

"This time, the cloud mud and date cake is newly made today. It has a bit more natural air than the one preserved by the formation, and it is more fresh and fragrant..."

"The dragon claws are crispy and smooth. After eating the cloud mud and date cake, you will have a strange fragrance, which is indescribably beautiful..."

"The demon crab soup does not take crab roe and crab paste, but is made with two large crabs..."

Ruan Yushu said similar words one by one, with a happy tone. Jiang Zhiwei and Zhao Heng were watching with a smile. She had practiced cooking for ten years, how could no one appreciate it?

Meng Qi ate slowly, concentrating on tasting, and finally emptied the plate and bowl.

"It tastes better than last time." Meng Qi put down his bamboo chopsticks and praised solemnly, with a faint smile on his face.

Ruan Yushu's mouth corners slightly raised, dimples looming, smiling very reservedly and coldly.

With the current realm, strength and accumulation of reincarnations of several people, there is no need to exchange them before the mission. Those that can be used must complete the exclusive mission. It is difficult to save in an emergency. Good deeds are mostly used for accumulation, for the deduction of missions and preparation of items such as magic weapons.

The four people sat cross-legged, Jiang Zhiwei talked about the interesting experiences of the previous missions, Zhao Heng and Ruan Yushu added from time to time, the atmosphere was peaceful and calm, with a touch of timelessness.

Just when Meng Qi thought that life would continue to be beautiful like this, the light and shadow in front of him changed, and the indifferent and ruthless voice of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation rang in his ears.

"After the fall of the Heavenly Palace, the Demon Saint who took advantage of the Buddha's death to make a breakthrough led the great saints and many demon gods to kill into the core Lingshan of the Pure Land of Posuo. In this battle, all the Buddhas passed away, and the demons were lost. Only the Demon Saint and a few people in Lingshan escaped. Since then, Posuo has been in seclusion, and Lingshan is broken and nowhere to be found."

"Main task: Return to Lingshan and find the final whereabouts of the great saints and demon gods. If successful, you will be rewarded with 15,000 good deeds, and if you fail, you will be deducted from the corresponding good deeds."

"Side task: Investigate the truth of the battle of Lingshan in the past. If successful, you will be rewarded with the Creation Pill, and if you fail, there will be no punishment."

When the words disappeared, Meng Qi and others had already seen the environment they were in. This was a ruined Daxiong Hall, full of traces of erosion by time and destruction by external forces. An incense table was placed in front, empty on it, and dim all around.

"This is the Daxiong Hall that got the green lamp in front of the Buddha..." Jiang Zhiwei recognized the place.

This place is considered to be deep in Lingshan!

Although Zhao Heng had never been here, after learning about the mission, Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu told him about their experiences in Lingshan, so he was not unfamiliar with them.

Looking around, Zhao Heng suddenly sighed: "It turns out that Lingshan and Posuo Pure Land are really related."

This is also what Meng Qi thought in his heart.

And the reward for the side quest is the elixir of good fortune, which can help the soul and body merge into a dharma body. Although it does not play a decisive role, it can effectively reduce the risk of failure.

At this moment, the six paths really have ulterior motives to reward this kind of elixir...

As soon as the thought came to mind, the situation in the hall was in full view. Without the green lamp in front of the Buddha, this place is no longer special.

The four of them no longer hesitated and stepped out of the hall door carefully.

As soon as they walked out of the hall door, they saw lightning and thunder in the depths, blue lotuses, flashing and opening, and the world was born and destroyed, nebulae and galaxies, and a golden hoop stick as thick as a mountain that supported the sky and the earth stood proudly in the middle. A roar spread like thunder, shaking the ages:

"I, Old Sun, will not cultivate in this life!"

Meng Qi's eyes flashed, and suddenly he closed his eyes and listened attentively.

In the background of the roar, a wave of resentment rushed to the sky, never ending, the voices rose and fell, gritting teeth:

"Ananda!"

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Outside the thirty-three heavens, there were magical herbs and flowers everywhere, and immortal birds and auspicious beasts were leisurely and contented.

In an ordinary palace with a plaque of "Tushita Palace", an old man in Taoist clothes sat in front of the Bagua furnace with his eyes closed, as if he had not changed for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the golden-horned boy next to him stood up and looked down:

"It's Xi Niu Hezhou again!"

"Could it be..."

He turned around and saluted, and asked in doubt: "Master, don't care?"

"Let him go." The old man in Taoist clothes had white hair and a childlike face, and did not open his eyes.

"Why, why..." The silver-horned boy said blankly.

The old man in Taoist clothes opened his eyes and sighed:

"The end of the catastrophe has come."

He pointed his hand, and the Bagua furnace opened. A terrifying light rushed straight into the sky, penetrated the void, penetrated the crystal wall, and rushed into a dead universe.

Squeaky, no longer any breath of life, the universe on the edge of destruction shook, the long river of illusion emerged, a little bit of light flew out, evolving the past.

First, an ark shuttled between wormholes, looking for a planet where it could survive again, but all the stars "extinguished", destroying the affiliated planets.

The entire universe was silent, and no one responded to the ark's cry.

The energy that could be found was getting less and less, and the "stars" in the ark gradually died. In the end, it was like a silver-gray metal coffin, carrying the "corpse" of a prosperous civilization, forever floating in the endless darkness, unable to find a home.

Looking back in time, there are different civilizations in countless galaxies in the universe. Some can cross the Milky Way, some can only live on planets, some are blessed by gods and colonize many planets, some are constantly migrating, and countless insects destroy the vitality of one planet after another... Wars broke out again and again, leaving behind the most powerful civilization...

Going forward, there are fewer and fewer planets with civilizations, and they are becoming more and more primitive. They carry wooden sticks, polish stones, and wear animal skins, while the stars are vigorous. Some planets are still taking shape, invisible matter is condensing, and gods are being nurtured.

The waves flickered and returned to the beginning, the endless energy storm and expansion, and the extremely chaotic situation.

In the light, this universe became smaller and smaller, together with its past and destined future, in the form of "past, present and future" gathered together, silently and breathlessly thrown into the Bagua furnace.

The lid closed, the light disappeared, and the furnace suddenly shook, clanging.

A scroll flew out from the knees of the Taoist old man, interpreting the Tai Chi diagram, building a golden bridge to the other side, and tightly wrapping the alchemy furnace!

The golden-horned boy and the silver-horned boy both lowered their heads, not daring to face it directly. It was completely unimaginable what this furnace of alchemy would produce. Just the aura alone was terrifying, but the two of them knew one thing for sure:

The reputation of the person in the alchemy furnace was once extremely prominent!