Heart Survey

Chapter 182 Looking to Heaven
Because of the battle between Baigu Zunshen and Zhuang Ting, the entire Fenglin city was caught in the gap between the ghost and the world.

It became an ugly scar that could not be erased from the village, lying between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.

There is a monument of living beings standing outside the city. The stone is precious and inscribed with array patterns. It has become a magic weapon in itself.

It is said that the inscription on the inscription was drawn up by Emperor Zhuang himself.This monument was erected to save the dead and comfort the living.

However, only those who can really see the nether world understand that this monument of life is meaningless except to fool the people.

Because it scratches its head outside Fenglin City, it can't save anyone at all.

The current Maple Forest City does not belong to the Netherworld, nor does it exist in the present world.

This also means that the soul wandering here will never be able to escape and never reincarnate.

Eternal life, suffering and suffering.

Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally enters the gap between the two worlds, his poor citizens will have a chance of being overthrown.However, the Fenglin city area, which has been eroded by the Nether Qi, is almost half of the home court of the White Bone God.How could a king of a country take such a risk.

In Fenglin City, the silence was almost maddening.

Ling He remembered that there was a sound here at first.

Crying, shouting, howling, whining, cursing, weeping...

Those voices were all sad, and they sounded unpleasant, but there were voices after all.

Later, as the Nether Qi gradually spread, those voices disappeared little by little.

It's been gone for a long time.

He watched helplessly as the little girl with braids in his arms died.

Breath and temperature, little by little, left her little body.

No matter how hard he tried, rummaging through the rubble to find supplements, he couldn't stop her from leaving.

At that time, Ling He suddenly realized.He rescued her from under the roof beam, or just made her suffer more.

"Big brother, big brother! Why didn't you save me?"

"We work hard, pay taxes to the state, and support your practice. You are a super cultivator! Why didn't you protect us?"

"I'm in pain, I'm in pain..."

Ling He shook his head, trying to shake these images and sounds out of his mind.

It's all just painful hallucinations.

But it was these painful visions and auditory hallucinations that reminded him that he was still alive.

More and more trance moments made Ling He understand that he didn't have much time to wake up.In such a place, no one can avoid the erosion of the ghostly atmosphere.

But every time he wakes up, he does his own thing.

He was doing a very simple thing - burying all the corpses he could see, digging graves for each of them, chanting sutras.

People believe.Into the ground to be safe.The earth is a merciful mother, embracing all her lost children.

The first person he buried was the little girl with braids.

He didn't even know her name.

A small tomb bag outside Mingde Hall is her new home.

Ling He recited the "Sutra of Rescue the Suffering" for her, and transcended her.

The "Tai Shang Jiu Suo" itself does not have any specific magical powers, but it is indeed a transcendental classic that all Taoist priests will recite.

There is a story about this sutra:
According to legend, in ancient times, there was a hunter who entered a deep mountain because of shooting a tiger and met a Taoist priest under a pine tree.

The Taoist priest said that he was full of sins, and his birthday was approaching, and asked him what his plans were.

The hunter begged for a long life, and the Taoist priest made him swear to throw away the bow and arrow and never kill again.In this way, after his death, the Taoist priest will save him.

Orion agreed and left.

This winter, Orion suddenly fell ill and died, but there was still a finger on his left hand, which was still warm.

The family therefore did not bury him immediately.

After three days, the hunter came back to life.

According to him, when he just died, two yellow-clothed messengers led the way with official documents and took him to the underworld.

An official said to him with a black book: "You are so sinful that you deserve to go to hell!"

He was very frightened, suddenly remembered the Taoist priest, and prayed in his heart.

At this time, auspicious clouds rose from the northwest horizon, and the Taoist priest descended from the sky in a cloud cart and hung in front of the temple.

The officials of the underworld saluted him.The Taoist priest said, "I have a disciple here, and I am here to save him." After speaking, he took a scroll of scriptures and gave it to the hunter, ordering him to recite it.

After Orion finished reading the scriptures, the Taoist priest disappeared.

At this time, a yellow-clothed messenger led Orion to the door of his house. Hearing cries in the house, Orion came back to life.

It's all like a dream.

But Orion sat there recalling the scriptures and wrote them down silently, word for word.

From then on, he fasted and recited sutras every day, and after a few years he left home to practice, and has since disappeared.

But this volume of scriptures was also copied and circulated, becoming a Taoist classic.

Its name is "The Sutra of Rescue the Suffering".

Today, the genres are complex.When practitioners choose a school, they mostly consider the power of their exercises, the depth of their background, and the size of their portals.

But many people have forgotten the original spirit and ideals of these schools and sects.

For example, in the Confucian sect, there is teaching without distinction, and it opens up the wisdom of the people.

For example, legalists, establish rules, and bind the world.

For example, Taoist priests, Taoism is not only the oldest practice sect.Its earliest birth was the beginning of countless human races fighting bravely and summarizing the path of cultivation.

Such things as praying for blessings to eliminate disasters and saving the dead are one of the duties of a Taoist priest.

However, in this world, how many monks are high above and look down upon all beings?
In a world where great power is attributed to itself, the strong are always strong, and the weak are always sad.

The ground fissure destroyed the entire Fenglin city into disrepair, but after everything subsided, the land seemed to silently accept the ruins again.

Linghe found the bodies of people one by one from the ruins and buried them one by one.

The first is all the children in Mingde Hall, and their husbands.

Then there are Xuanwu Street, Aoki Avenue, Pegasus Lane...

Go forward little by little, leaving one grave after another.

No one takes pity on this land, no one saves the people here, no one saves them.

Then Ling He, let's do this.

This is a project destined to be huge, and it may never be completed in a lifetime.

Not to mention that his "life" was doomed to be short.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, he will be completely eroded by the Nether Qi.Like everyone else in this city, he died in obscurity.

But he still had to do it before he died.

……

Jiang Wang, who was far away in the state of Qi, did not know that in Fenglin City, which had become a dead zone, there was another person struggling to move forward.

Just like Du Yehu, who has become more and more silent and bloodthirsty in Jiujiang County, he doesn't know what kind of efforts he is doing now, Xiao Wu, who has always been despised by him for being lazy.

At least at this time, everyone is walking alone.

There is no way forward, no hope.

Same thing, never stopped.

They didn't know that in a distant place, someone was echoing from afar.

They all thought that the echo was only in their hearts.

This is an extremely difficult road.

It's the same for everyone.

……

Jiang Wang never relaxed for a moment.Divine Ability Inner Palace is a very considerable potential, but before the potential is realized, it is only potential.

At this time, he was already in a carriage and was heading to Chiyang County.

The hallucinations in the carriage perish, and the crown of thorns forms and disperses.

He was hurrying and practicing the newly acquired three-door technique repeatedly.

The benefits of the foundation of the Zhou Tian Xingdou Diagram are now fully evident, and he hardly has to worry about the consumption of Dao Yuan.

Of course, this trip to Chiyang County is also to improve his strength.

For him, as long as it is a Taoist technique that has been passed down in the world, no matter how strong it is, there is still a way to deal with it.

At least so far, the three swordsmanships that summed up his experience and mastered swordsmanship were the strongest methods that belonged to him today.

And before that, he needs a really good sword.

　Thanks to book friends Wu Qinghan, book friends A, B, and D42, book friends Jing XVII, and book friends Ash for their small padded jackets! (There is still zero o'clock.)
　
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