Xuanjian Immortal Clan
Chapter 687 The sky is clear
This cool light flows down, and the dusty Shengyang Mansion lights up again. This ignorant and ignorant thought is like snow meeting the blazing light, disappearing completely, the sea water ripples again, and the lotus blooms 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, and just kept his mouth shut.
"There are endless fantasies!"
Then something appeared in front of him, 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 with a rein in his hand and came through the air. He was holding a golden gun. , against his throat.
"drink!"
Suddenly, there were people in golden armor all around, with swords 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 immediately 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, burrowed 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 corners, 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, and there was 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 boiling.
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 fingers.
The old man's wails were loud, 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:
"No need to mention your name."
In the cauldron where the old man's blood was dripping, oil bubbles splashed, and the hot foam was boiling. Li Ximing did not answer the request, and closed his eyes. The general had no choice but to loosen 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, 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 gazes 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 some vague 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 using long slender spoons to pour copper juice, which was hot and red. He couldn't help but throw him in, pushed him 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 so much that 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 in the world."
Another ghost replied:
"Isn't that right? The Lord is in seclusion, and no one from the 'Shangsha' or 'Ou Kui' has returned to his position. When a person dies, he will die. There is no ghost to speak of."
The two of them turned him over and tried the iron cane, 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. He looked up and saw an old man standing next to the dead man, dressed in Qingchi clothes, looking down at him.
The kid glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Is there any grievance? Your Majesty is watching from heaven. He is the Tenth Generation of Merciful King. If you open your mouth, you will knock this man down."
Li Ximing struggled for a while, then lowered his head in silence. He didn't even utter a moan. His heart was so groggy that the kid gritted his teeth and used the knife to file him harder and harder. After suffering all the pain, the boss said:
"This person is cunning and sent to the sea to become a woman."
Li Ximing followed him dully to reincarnate, and finally his eyes lit up. Now he couldn't even remember the magical power in his mouth, he could only think about it and couldn't speak.
He looked around and saw that he was born in a wealthy family, but he suffered from all kinds of diseases. He refused to eat or take medicine. However, his life was not worried. But if he did not take medicine, all kinds of diseases would make him miserable. A mute girl was born extremely beautiful.
But they saw that she never ate, and she tried to force it off earlier, her lips were as tight as iron, and she couldn't pry her off no matter what. She obviously didn't eat, but she grew up day by day, so her parents were secretly afraid.
But she was bedridden and unable to speak, but she was born beautiful, so her relatives kept going back and forth without knowing the truth. They often teased her with words and secretly took advantage of her. She grew up until she was sixteen years old, and was miserable beyond words.
Finally, a man named Lu from the same town came to ask for her, and she was hastily married off at home. Fortunately, Lu Sheng loved her very much. After several years of love, her health gradually improved, and she got a son and a daughter. However, no matter how much Lu Sheng begged, he still refused to speak.
One day while weaving at home, Lu Sheng, his face flushed and smelling of alcohol, pushed in the door, lifted up the boy, looked at him coldly, and shouted:
"You haven't eaten for three years, what kind of monster are you? This kid is wearing human skin, do you know he is a human? The Taoist Immortal told me that you are sleeping with me to eat my luck in the officialdom!"
He was a tall man, and he grabbed the child angrily and raised his feet above his head. Li Ximing was unable to grab the child. Lu Sheng shouted:
"explain!"
Seeing that she still didn't speak, Lu Sheng threw it hard, and the boy fell to the stone, shattering with a sound, and his brain was shattered.
Li Ximing felt a rush of blood rush into his head, and the coldness in his mouth surged back and forth. He made some weak sounds in his throat, as if struck by thunder, and he said for a long time:
"puff…"
His face turned pale for a while and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood, spitting out half of his tongue and mixing it with the blood on the ground. Everything mixed into a deep dark red, which flickered in and out of sight before his eyes.
He raised his head, and Lu Sheng's anger reflected in his eyes was getting farther and farther away. He rose lightly 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 if his whole body was as light as nothing.
The ice and snow in the giant palace melted rapidly, and strong flames spurted out, reverberating in the orifice. Li Ximing seemed to be floating from boundless darkness to infinite light, gardenias were surging, camel bells were ringing, and his eyes were bright.
"Boom!"
He felt like he was flying up from where he was, and escaping into the place where the Dharma Door of Infinite Truth was. The darkness was suddenly empty, the stars in the sky were suddenly far away and now close, and there seemed to be countless people sitting in the void.
Flying all the way to the top of Taixu, it seemed that there were clouds covering it, and there were countless wreckage. The spiritual machine was getting thinner and thinner. Taixu was also narrow and broken, turning gray. His eyes hurt when he saw it, and he fell back to the bottom.
Below is an endless desert, with passes standing on it, a majestic Tianmen, seventy-two distinct ridges on the turrets, and many lines on the white door feet, which are dazzlingly bright.
His consciousness kept falling into it, and as the Tianmen fell into the deepest place, he finally fell from the vast void and fell back into the body of this world.
Li Ximing suddenly opened his eyes.
There was darkness in front of him, sparse vegetation was swaying in front of him, and bits of cold water turned from snow rolled down, making a ticking sound.
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 floor. As for the jade bottle containing the Purple Bright Pill, it had long since flown to an unknown 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 to the side. The handwriting he left behind was dim and obscured by vines, making it difficult to see clearly.
The formation patterns on the ground that gathered spiritual energy were also scattered. The vegetation was illuminated by the bright light and grew wildly, almost covering the entire mountain top. Small golden sand flickers were scattered all over the ground, and golden-white smoke drifted back and forth.
It is when the sky is darkest, the moon stars are sparse, the pure white moonlight is flowing, and the golden-white smoke on the ground is glowing faintly, which has a different kind of beauty.
"Wow..."
Li Ximing stood up from the ground, and the dead leaves on his body fell to the ground.
There is no more light from the sky in the young man's pupils, and there is no bright light surrounding his actions. The golden-white robe even looks a bit ordinary. He is getting younger and his skin is getting whiter.
Li Ximing didn't seem to have changed much from before, except that there was a little white gold dot between his eyebrows. This dot was neither a painting nor a dot, shining brightly like the sky's light, shining in all directions.
Li Ximing didn't move for a long time, and circles of colorful light slowly spread out behind his head. The golden-white color of Ming Yang's magical power emerged from his side, draped over his body, and soared into the sky, more than nine feet high.
He finally moved his lips and teeth and spit out the light.
Before this mouthful of skylight fell to the ground, the purple flame was ignited out of thin air, like a flexible snake, swimming and flying in mid-air. The flame was purple on the outside and golden on the inside. It was scorching. The dazzling flames were surrounded by skylight gold powder, sparkling and inspired by the skylight. The fire breath blew 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.
"Its daybreak."
…
Moon Lake.
There is some light snowfall in Wangyue Lake, the moonlight is bright and clear, 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, laid out 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, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He supported the window with one hand. His old face was shining with the light of the morning sun. Tears welled up in his eyes, forcing him to close his eyes and breathe heavily.
On the twenty-second day of the winter lunar month, at midnight, the moonlight on Wangyue Lake recedes and the sky becomes bright.
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