Heart Survey

Chapter 197
Seeing Zhang Yong this time, it can be said that the other party's temperament has changed drastically.

Sudden changes are normal.

But...it always feels like something is wrong.

Just like when I saw him outside the secret of Tianfu, although he was restrained and cowardly, he was in line with the identity of the descendants of a declining family.

But always feel uncomfortable.

This "uncomfortable" does not mean that Jiang Wang has any opinions or bad impressions of others.

It happened that he had a good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.

It's just that he subconsciously feels that it is not appropriate and natural.

Just like the state of the person at that time, there is some dissonance.And at this moment, this Zhang Yong, who was standing in the bones, was sad, dead, wary and painful, but Jiang Wang had a very strange feeling that this was the real him.

There is no logical reason, just the most direct feeling.

In any case, since it is judged that there is no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang will not stay here and continue to waste time.

The state of Yang is located in the northwest of the state of Qi. The driver is a good hand, and the horse is pulling the cart.

With the name of the Chongxuan family, the carriage was smooth and unobstructed all the way.

Jiang Wang, on the other hand, was sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes and practicing.

……

Maple Forest City.

Almost all the vitality was extinguished, and only a faint fire of life burned on a person who was described as withered.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems that the meaning of time has been lost in Fenglin City. The only thing that can prove the passage of time is that behind this person...the almost endless tomb.

He was alone, burying everyone.

He remembered that this should be the land of the Wang clan.

Oh, which part of Fenglin City does he not know?

How many years has he lived here?

Memory is a tormenting thing.

Linghe trekked through the ruins,

The erosion of the ghostly breath might have taken his life long ago, but for some reason, he always sighed.

That breath is not the breath of breath, but floats in the Tongtian Palace, a ray of dark and yellow air.

Ling He didn't know that it was the energy of merit and virtue brought by him using the "Sutra of Rescue the Bitterness" to save the dead.

The upper is mysterious and the lower is yellow, the color of heaven and earth.

All he knew was that he was still alive.

Since you are still alive, you have to do something and finish something.

He is persistent and persistent.

It is with this persistence and perseverance that his practice has never been left behind.

Ling He couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had piled up.

He just walked forward, saw the corpse, let it be buried in the ground, and recited sutras for it.

So, repeat.

He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang family, which was probably the most neglected residence of the clan.

But Ling He wouldn't care about that.He never cares about the rich, the poor, the poor, the beautiful, the ugly, and he is the "bad guy" in Zhao Rucheng's mouth.

Strangely, it seems that the most people die here.

They did not die from the disaster, but from some powerful force, and they were killed without resistance almost instantly.

Ling He pursed his dry lips.

Start digging.

Buried all the way, built tombs all the way.

There is a small courtyard in front of it. Unexpectedly, in the disaster of that scale, most of the houses collapsed.

Only this small courtyard is still intact.

But after all, deserted.

Ling He pushed open the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was the rotten and rotten corpse of the orange cat.

This corpse smell is nothing, he has been used to it these days.

What made him uncomfortable was the death of the orange cat—who should have been dismembered.

The cruelty made him frown.

He thought about it, dug a small pit, buried it, and recited scriptures for it.

Ling He continued to walk forward, walked into the bedroom, and found Wang Changxiang's body lying on his back.Because of the successful practice, the corpse has not yet rotted.

The expression he saw on Wang Changxiang's face was something he didn't see on anyone's face when he came all the way.

That expression is not too painful, but a little... at ease?
Ling He didn't think much, he stepped forward and carried Wang Changxiang's body out of the room, then dug a hole in the yard and buried him next to the orange cat.

When he was done with all this, he looked around and found a scripture that fell on the ground under the reclining chair in the yard.

It seemed that it was flipped in half by someone, but it fell hastily.

The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.

Linghe looked at Wang Changxiang's tomb, thinking that the owner of this yard should not be Wang Changxiang, but he must be closely related to him.

Ling He stepped forward, picked up the scripture, and looked at the cover.

The book cover should be made by the owner of the scriptures himself, very meticulous and appropriate.On the cover of the book is written in a decent and calm font - "Salvation of Human Beings".

Ling He couldn't help but sat down on the reclining chair and began to read the scriptures.

He was so tired, but the physical exhaustion wasn't too hard.

What is really unbearable is the pain in the heart.

Every corpse he buried with his own hands seemed to tell him that those experiences were not nightmares.

It's something that actually happened and can never be undone.

Perhaps there is a way in the Taoist scriptures that can solve the helplessness of the soul.

Although there is no supernatural powers and exercises in the Book of Saving Human Beings, it is the core classic of the Penglai Island lineage as a classic of scriptures and Taoism.

Its full name should be "Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Immeasurable Human Top Grade Wonderful Classic".

This sutra is known as the head of the group of sutras, the sect of all dharmas, and the source of all dharma realms.

Reciting this sutra is said to be able to eliminate natural disasters, protect the emperor, and poison the next, so as to save Zhaomin, both men and women are protected, and they can live forever.

This is the scripture of preaching, not the fundamental scripture of practice, so it is not top secret.

The original is of course immeasurable magical powers, but the copy is not magical.

The real value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth explained in the scriptures.People with wisdom roots may be able to get a thing or two from it.

Since ancient times, there have been many Taoist priests, great Confucians, and Zen masters who have been ignorant of scriptures and do not practice supernatural powers.

And these people with profound knowledge, there is no shortage of the secrets of the extreme classics, there is no lack of enlightenment at one time, with great wisdom to obtain great magical powers, one step to the top of the extraordinary, and is passed down as a beautiful talk.

According to legend, those who can read the "Salvation of Human Beings" are known as "the immortal way is precious, and there is no measure of human beings. There are eight doors in the sky, and the Falun flying in the sky. The sin and blessing are forbidden and the fate of fate. Be born, hear the heavens."

Of course, it's just a rumor, and no one has really seen it.

On the other hand, the fundamental Taoist scripture of the Penglai Island lineage, the "High Saint Taishang Yuchen Sutra", is indeed immeasurable.

Along with the "Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Jing" in the same vein of Yujing Mountain, "Hunyuan Birth Jingjing" and "Kaihuang's Last Calamity Sutra" of Daluo Mountain, they are listed in the best practice methods in the world.

The peculiarity of this scripture obtained by Ling He lies in the commentary of the original owner of the scripture.

In his opinion, he should be an old Taoist priest with a rich head and a poor scripture, and he does not know why he lives in the Wang clan.He has a very deep understanding of Taoism, and his writing is simple and distant, and he has won the charm of Taoism.

Ling He did not agree with some concepts, but he also had to admit that the other party had certain truths.

It's just that the more you turn back, the more you can feel a faint depression.

"Perhaps, after reading the scriptures to a certain extent, I have already had a premonition of today's tragedy?"

The thoughts in Ling He's mind turned lightly,

He picked up a dead leaf as a bookmark, took this scripture with him, and left the courtyard.

To continue the matter of transcending the dead.

He decided to read two pages of the scriptures a day, expounding his understanding and corroborating it with the commentary on it.

It's going to be one of those rare moments of fun on a tough day.

If he can survive.

　Thanks to the book friends Lai Pi is not bad, book friends Ye Jin Xianming, book friends Bloody Bingbing, book friends A, B, Ding 42, book friends Yuner, book friends Shen Ayao, and book friends Crazy Sword n ​​Lang for their rewards.

　
(End of this chapter)