Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan felt some inexplicable feelings, sighed inwardly, and asked Tan Erzhuang: "How far is it from the Zhao Palace?"

"It's not far away. Ahead is Crow Ridge, and beyond that is the mass grave, where we died." Tan Erzhuang said: "I once quietly sneaked over there to take a look. The people wandering around Crow Ridge now are not ordinary people like us." Not soldiers, but people who have practiced evil arts.”

Liu Qinghuan was silent.

"S-Sir, can I go?" Tan Erzhuang asked cautiously, his eyes glancing at the little monk next to him.

Liu Qinghuan also looked at the young monk.

Under the torture stick, Tan Erzhuang could not lie. He was just a poor mortal soldier, but he died miserably and could not live in peace here. Then he said: "Master, do you want to give them salvation?"

The little monk blinked and nodded cautiously.

"Will they be able to enter reincarnation in this way?"

The other person nodded again.

Liu Qinghuan said to Tan Erzhuang: "You heard it too. You have been dead for a long time, but your soul has been imprisoned here. If you are invaded by the resentment and hostility here all the year round, you will turn into a complete ghost one day as soon as possible. Are you willing? Have you become a sane ghost? You are awake now and can make your own choices."

Tan Erzhuang showed an expression of fear and struggle, and turned to the young monk: "Master, can I really be reincarnated as a human being?"

The little monk thought for a while, took out a wooden sign from his arms, drew on it with his fingertips filled with spiritual light, and then held it up to show Tan Erzhuang.

Unexpectedly, Tan Erzhuang looked confused and muttered: "I, I can't read."

Liu Qinghuan sweated profusely and answered on his behalf: "He said yes."

The little monk seemed to have remembered something again. He took back the wooden sign and wrote two words. Liu Qinghuan recited the words on it: "There is no pain in salvation. It will only eliminate all the evil obstacles on your body. At that time, you can enter reincarnation and no longer suffer." Today’s suffering.”

After hesitating and thinking for a long time, Tan Erzhuang finally made up his mind to accept salvation, but he had a final request: "Sir, it seems that I can't wait to see Zhao Wu's final fate. He now occupies the original palace and will be the one who passed away." All the brothers who have practiced that harmful technique are under my command, so now there is a ghost army. If you want to go there, please help our brothers to avenge themselves and beat Zhao Wu to death forever!"

Okay, I got another request.

Liu Qinghuan rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said helplessly, "I'll try my best."

Finally, the young monk raised his Zen staff, and a clear light shrouded Tan Erzhuang and the ghosts of all the soldiers.

Liu Qinghuan did not leave immediately, but wanted to see how the young monk behaved. The art of speech is an extremely mysterious and profound magic, which is very rare.

A futon appeared under the little monk. He sat down cross-legged and placed the Zen staff flat on his lap. This time he did not say the word "transcendence", but began to chant sutras.

As the sound of the Buddha faded away, the bodies of the ghosts gradually faded away in the light of the Buddha. The soldiers finally regained their consciousness, looked at each other, and hugged each other, with smiles of relief and relief on their faces.

After doing this, as the sky grew brighter, Liu Qinghuan said goodbye to the young monk and continued flying to Crow Ridge.

Tan Erzhuang said that Crow Ridge is not far away, and the mountains ahead are getting higher and higher.

After flying for a while, he turned around: "Why are you following me?"

The little monk who had been following him quickly flew over, with a big smile on his face and holding a wooden sign.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the wooden sign, which read: I want to go to Crow Ridge too. I'm so happy. Let's go together.

The little monk clicked on the wooden sign, and a series of words appeared: My name is Jingjue, what is your name?

Liu Qinghuan was speechless. She wanted to reject him just like she rejected the sister named Yue, but looking at the pure smile on his face, she couldn't say for some reason: "My name is Liu Qinghuan."

After saying that, I realized that what I said was my real name!

He glanced at Jingjue, who raised his card again very happily: Donor Liu, that stick of yours is so powerful, can you lend it to me?

This was the first time Liu Qinghuan met someone who asked him to borrow a magic weapon to look at. This little monk really didn't know how to be polite. And maybe because he couldn't open his mouth to speak casually, he seemed a bit talkative and frequently raised wooden signs.

Liu Qinghuan took out the ghost torture stick and handed it to him. After he looked over it over and over, he said, "What are the words next to these rain ghosts? There are so many, I don't even recognize them."

(For the convenience of writing, the process of lifting the wooden sign is omitted and replaced directly with speaking.)

Liu Qinghuan explained: "It's a Taoist rune. What's engraved on the front is 'Fight evil, destroy witches, execute torture and torture ghosts'. This is a Taoist magic tool, a ghost torture stick."

Jingjue looked at it for a while before returning it to him. Liu Qinghuan asked tentatively: "Who taught you your art of speech? Isn't this art something that only eminent monks can practice?"

Jingjue said calmly: "I was born like this."

Liu Qinghuan looked at him in shock, he was actually talented!

"Then you can't say normal things?"

Although Jingjue had no expression, he still showed a hint of unhappiness: "I can say it, but I'm afraid of saying it wrong, so I don't dare to say it. When I was a child, no one dared to play with me, and bad things happened to me. They all thought that I It was terrible, and my parents didn’t want me anymore. But later, my master picked me up, treated me very well, and taught me how to practice..."

Jingjue held up the wooden sign and showed a big smile.

Liu Qinghuan pursed her lips and stopped looking at the wooden sign. After thinking for a while, she said, "Have you always lived in the mountains and rarely seen people?"

Jingjue looked at him with clear eyes: "How do you know?"

Liu Qinghuan endured it, but seeing his naive appearance, he couldn't help but warn: "In the future, don't reveal your origins and details to strangers casually, and be on guard, because you don't know the other person." Is it good or bad……"

Jingjue interrupted him with a wooden sign: "Are you a bad person?"

Liu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed and touched her nose: "I'm not all..."

Jingjue's eyes were bright: "I knew you were not a bad person! Master said that my spiritual sense is the most accurate and I can tell the difference between good and bad people at a glance. I will not get close to bad people. They are all dirty."

Spiritual awareness?

What does it mean to be dirty?

Liu Qinghuan said thoughtfully: "But sometimes people can't tell the difference between good and bad. Everyone has their own considerations and calculations. Maybe he doesn't have any malice at this moment, but maybe when there is a conflict of interests, malice will come out. come out."

"I know……"

The two of them flew forward as they talked. The mountain peaks they passed became more and more deserted, almost to the point where there was no grass growing, until a tall cliff-like mountain peak appeared in front of them.

Liu Qinghuan's face suddenly became serious: "There are spiritual fluctuations over there!"

He lowered his height and landed behind a large rock on the top of the mountain, looking ahead through the cracks in the rocks. Jingjue also leaned next to him, his face full of curiosity.

Beyond this mountain peak lies a misty plain.

Liu Qinghuan was pleasantly surprised because he saw Yun Zheng in the midst of a fierce and chaotic battle by the Blood River not far from the foot of the mountain ahead!