My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Jing Wu: "Amitabha, it turns out to be Patriarch Jing."

Jing Yue: "Have you returned to the Temple of the Three Realms?"

Jing Wu slowly shook his head, "No."

Jingyue was even more puzzled, his pure enlightenment was no longer in the golden elixir realm, "Do you also need Tianyin fruit?"

Jingwu: "I have always been in an unstable state since I bred the succubus. Although the Tianyin fruit is the most effective for Jindan monks, it also has a certain effect on the Zifu stage, but the effect is much worse. Now there is no other way, so I will come Give it a try."

Jing Yue glanced at him thoughtfully, feeling that this matter was not simple.

Maybe Jingwu also came for the secret of Sixiang Villa, but he just didn't want to say it.

At this time, there were already many people around the Tianyin tree, Jing Yue glanced roughly, there were one or two hundred Jindan monks, among them there were a few Zifu monks, at least it proved that Jing Wu was not lying.

However, it may be because Tianyinguo is not a great treasure. Although everyone is a competitor, the atmosphere is quite happy.

After another half a stick of incense time, a handsome monk in a red robe came down to the Tianyin Tree surrounded by disciples from Four Elephants Villa, without saying a word of nonsense, "Dear guests, I am Four Elephants!" Mo Qianyun, head of Xiangshanzhuang, the Tianyin fruit has matured today, and the next step is to see who is destined for it."

He made a gesture, and a disciple put down a futon ten feet away from the Tianyin tree. The disciple said: "When the distinguished guests attract the Tianyin tree, please do not exceed the distance of the futon, otherwise it may disturb it."

If the Tianyin tree is disturbed, the Tianyin fruit will wither directly.

This has been the case in the past, and everyone has no objection.

Student: "Who wants to come first?"

A blunt female cultivator took out a Guqin, "Let me try it."

She went to the futon, sat down cross-legged, placed the guqin on her knees, and closed her eyes.A moment later, her fingertips were lightly clenched and slowly twirled, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded.

Mo Qianyun, who was directly in front of him, showed an expression of enjoyment, Jing Yue stared at him distractedly, and did not feel any signs of practicing magic skills from him.

Jing Yue turned his eyes to Wei Zhentu and shook his head slightly.

The latter frowned and did not speak.

Both of them were absent-minded, but many monks in the venue were quite intoxicated. Someone beside them lowered their voice and said: "This is the Seven Qin Fairy. Her piano sound is very famous in our Lower Nanzhou. It is said that it can make dead trees bloom."

"It turned out to be her. I've heard that her piano is not only charming, but can even kill people."

The two only said a few words, and then calmed down and focused on appreciating.

It's a pity, no matter how beautiful the sound of the Qiqin fairy is, the Tianyin flower has no intention of blooming at all, and it is still tightly closed, wrapping the ripe Tianyin fruit in the heart of the flower.

Knowing that there is no hope, Fairy Qiqin sighed and got up holding the qin, "I have no chance with this fruit, let's see what you guys do."

"Then I'll try it."

The person who spoke was a big man with a thick waist and round arms. He took out more than 20 kinds of musical instruments from the Qiankun bag, and manipulated them alternately with his hands, mouth and feet, without any confusion, and it was pleasant to the ears.

But even Jing Yue, who was not familiar with the melody, knew that the big man was useless. Although his music was complex and orderly, it was far less beautiful than that of Fairy Qiqin.

Next, dozens of people tried, all kinds of instruments were slipped, and some people even sang, but everyone returned without success.

Seeing that the sun was about to set in the west and the Tianyin flowers were still not blooming, everyone was a little anxious, and even the music played by someone seemed a little restless.

At this time, Jing Wu took a step forward and said, "Let me calm down for you."

He walked slowly towards the futon, lifted his robe and sat down, clasped his hands together, and heard the Sanskrit sound in his mouth.

The sound is just the simplest six-character mantra, without interruption, with its own rhythm, which makes people gradually settle and relax.

There seemed to be a lotus pond in front of everyone, the water in the pond was clear, and the lotus flowers reflected the sun.

There is a lotus platform in the pool. A golden Buddha sits on the lotus platform, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the ground with the other. His eyes are as clear as the sea, and one side of the universe can be seen.

All of a sudden, ten thousand zhang golden light descends, transforming thousands of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the light, which can illuminate the emptiness of the five aggregates and overcome all sufferings.

All those who heard the Sanskrit sound felt that their desires were fading away, and they felt at ease and happy in their hearts.

Even Jing Yue half closed his eyes, enjoying the brief peace, while Lan Feng obediently leaned in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded.

"Thank you, Master Jingwu, but Tianyinguo has not responded, and it will be useless for Master to continue."

Everyone woke up suddenly, Jing Yue raised his eyes and saw Mo Qianyun's face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and he looked particularly ugly.And the individual disciples beside him were like him, their faces were as white as paper.

Could it be because of the sanskrit sound of pure enlightenment?

Jing Yue's heart shuddered, and he secretly became vigilant.

Jing Wu was not angry either, he got up and said: "Amitabha, I want to call back to the other shore, but I can't save the other shore."

His words were inexplicable, but Jing Yue saw a flash of panic in Mo Qianyun's eyes, which was replaced by sternness, and for another moment, there was no emotion at all.

Jing Yue confirmed his speculation once again, Jing Wu had something in his words just now, and he really had another purpose.

After that, the atmosphere in the field changed. It was a little restless at first, but now everyone is at peace. Some people even laughed and said: "My rhythm is so ordinary, I can't get Tianyin fruit, but it will take more time. It’s all about stabilizing the realm, so why bother to force it?”

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Jingwu, and then took his leave.

Jing Yue didn't know how to leave, he was quite obsessed with Tianyin fruit, so he hesitated for a while before sitting on the futon.

He doesn't have a good musical instrument, and half of his singing is out of tune, but he can say a few allegro, but the level... I guess Tianyinguo doesn't want to pay attention to him, and wants him to go away.

Jing Yue thought for a while, then activated the spell.

There were weak fluctuations in the spiritual energy, but the surrounding area was still silent, and no one heard anything.

While everyone was wondering, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance!People were shocked, and saw waterfalls pouring down from the green hills in the distance, splashing in all directions, reflecting a rainbow bridge in the setting sun, and the cloud-like waterfall falling into the valley stream, which naturally aroused the force of gravel to catalyze the ice. Voice.

Immediately, people heard the sound of gurgling water again, the sound was as pure as the morning of falling snow, the whole world was white and unstained.

The next moment, rain suddenly fell in the sky. The rain dripped and dripped, falling on the stones, hitting the branches, and ringing on the eaves, like a piece of natural music.

The raindrops are fast and slow, blending with the sounds of waterfalls and streams, harmonious but not messy.These waters seem to be alive and know how to convey the most beautiful rhythm.

In the crowd, everyone had a faint smile on their faces, which was a kind of joy from the heart.They felt that the aura around them was filled a lot, and some cultivators with water spirit roots were keenly aware of the abnormal activity of the water aura.

Wei Zhentu looked at Jingyue with his eyes closed on the futon, the smile on his lips never faded, and his eyes became a little more serious.

"Ah! Look!"

A low voice came from behind, and Wei Zhentu reluctantly looked away, only to see the pure white nine-petaled flower on the Tianyin tree quietly blooming a crack.

From the beginning to the end, it was the first time that Tianyinhua responded to the sound.

Everyone watched intently, but unfortunately, perhaps it was too much sight to make it shy, the petals finally closed.

Jing Yue sighed, he had tried his best.

Fortunately, Lan Feng was affected by the Sanskrit sound, and she was still sleeping soundly at the moment, otherwise she might be making trouble.

When the afterglow of the setting sun faded and the moon peeked out from the clouds, Wei Zhentu looked at the full moon in the sky, and suddenly said to Jing Yue: "Ah Jing, would you like to pick a leaf for me?"

Jing Yue: "Can't you pick it yourself?"

As if Wei Zhentu didn't hear it, he naturally pointed to a cluster of green plants under the moonlight and said, "Just that whispering grass."

Jingyue didn't know why, and felt that Wei Zhentu's mind was not normal sometimes, but he didn't care about such trivial things, so he twisted his fingers, and a leaf of whispering grass was caught between his fingertips.

Wei Zhentu: "You say you don't know the rhythm, then let me try it for you, and you just listen to me."

Jing Yue:? ? ? ? ?

I can't understand what the other party is saying at all!

I saw Wei Zhentu walking to the futon, but instead of sitting down, he cupped his hands towards the Tianyin tree, and took the leaf Jingyue gave him between his lips, but what he played was not music, But the crisp sound of birdsong.

As the sun sets, the tired birds return to the forest.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the mountain wind is rustling.

There are the sounds of autumn insects crawling over the vegetation, the sounds of animals stopping by the lake to fetch water, the sounds of flowers blooming and grass growing, the echo of the wind blowing over the rock walls, and the white moonlight.

Yes, moonlight.

The lonely and clear light descended from the sky, and Wei Zhentu was shrouded in light and shadow, like the son of the bright moon, calling for all sleeping creatures to sing for him.

Someone suddenly woke up and said, "This is... Mount Guanqi!"

"That's right! It's Guan Qishan's full moon wind back to the wall!"

Jingyue was puzzled, but fortunately Lanfeng woke up at the right time, jumped up and said, "Guan Qishan, every time the full moon comes, the night wind blows over the rock wall and makes strange noises, um, that's how it is now. "

"So that's how it is." Jing Yue looked at Wei Zhentu, thinking that the other party said he was not very interested in Tianyinguo, but he still prepared very carefully, but relying on a single leaf, even Guan Qishan was created.

Great!

Wei Zhentu seemed to be aware of his gaze, and turned his head slightly. The two looked at each other from a distance, and neither could see clearly what was hidden in the other's eyes.

But suddenly, Jing Yue's gaze was staggered, and he fixed his eyes on the Tianyin tree behind Wei Zhentu, and saw the nine-petaled flower on the top of the tree, which was more innocent than Baixue, gradually opened its petals.

Immediately, another petal.

Another petal.

……

The whole nine petals bloomed in one breath, revealing an ice-blue round fruit.

At that moment, everyone was fascinated by it, quietly watching Wei Zhentu take the Tianyin fruit into his sleeve with a wave of his hand.

But at this moment, the Tianyin tree split from it, and a black tower with a height of more than ten floors rose from the ground, involving all the monks in the field!

Lan Feng was ejected violently and fell to the ground.

It was still upset that Wei Zhentu had slapped it in the face, but suddenly it turned around, and then the scenery disappeared, and it was also bounced back.

Lan Feng was so flustered that she wanted to rush over, but felt that she was being picked up.

"Yo, there's a fish that slipped through the net... Oh no, chicken." Mo Qianyun's mouth curled up, his expression seemed a little innocent, but what he said scared Lan Feng half to death, "My hell devil There are spirit beasts that the tower can't catch? What are you? A divine beast?"

"Quick, let go of Benfeng! Benfeng is super fierce!" Lan Feng said while crying.

However, Mo Qianyun only heard "tweeting" a few times, and seeing Lan Feng's stupidity, he laughed and said, "I'm still crying, cry now, and you will cry later... ah!"

Mo Qianyun threw Lan Feng away abruptly, covered his eyes with his hands, blood dripped from his fingers, and screamed: "My eyes!!"

Lan Feng blew out a leaf blade, tried his best to escape, but felt a strong force hit him.Lan Feng was knocked to the ground, rolled a few times, suffered severe pain from her wings, and could no longer move.

A disciple beside Mo Qianyun said: "Master Mo, don't waste your time, just set up the formation quickly, this flat-haired beast will come to clean up later."

Mo Qianyun let go of his hand, and a deep wound was drawn across his left eye, which ruined his original delicate appearance, making him look a bit hideous.

He glared at Lan Feng who was on the ground, and said, "Here we come, hehe, my Eighteenth Palace Master is finally ready!"

At this time, Jing Yue was standing on a piece of gray-brown land, surrounded by surging demon energy, and there was a stone tablet six to seven feet high in the extreme eye, with the inscription "waiting for work".

...Wait to live?If he remembers correctly, it is one of the eighteen hells in the Buddha's hell path-the living hell.

There are [-] levels of hell in Buddhism, including eight hot hells, eight cold hells, Youzen hells, and lonely hells, but they are not straight from one level to the next. Hells are not divided into levels, but are divided according to sin and time. .

The living hell is one of the eight hot hells, with a sentence of 200 billion years.

"A Jing?!"

Jing Yue turned around and saw that Wei Zhentu was not far away, and there were a few scattered cultivators around, all of whom were dazed.

Wei Zhentu obviously understood where they were, and said: "I guessed that there is something wrong with Sixiang Villa. The black tower just now must be the treasure of the Demon Sect. Most likely, this place is not the real hell, but a black tower. Eighteen hells imitated by towers."

Jingyue wanted to ask Jiji if he knew what the Black Tower was?But he found that Jiji didn't follow him, he could feel that Jiji was still alive, but there was an invisible barrier preventing him from communicating with Jiji's consciousness.

Chichi being out alone made him very anxious. Although it was good at avoiding danger, but now that it was taken in by the black tower, Chichi would very likely venture into danger boldly!

Jingyue only hopes that Jiji can be as cowardly as before, and run away quickly when encountering danger.

At this moment, a True Lord of the Purple Mansion stepped forward and said, "But Patriarch Hanyun Zongjing?"

Jing Yue was not in the mood to exchange pleasantries, and said directly: "I know that you have many questions, and I do the same, but we have been taken into the black tower now, and we have to find a way to get out as soon as possible, otherwise, we will definitely be caught by the devilish energy in the black tower." erosion."

Zhenjun Zifu: "How do we get out? Also, there are hundreds of monks in the Listening Pavilion, and there are even a few of Zifu, why are we the only ones left?"

"They may have fallen into several other hells." Jing Yue thought for a while, "The only way to get out is to break open the black tower. After all, this is not a real hell, it's just a magic weapon."

True Monarch Zifu: "Although this is the case, it seems to be a law of its own. Moreover, where do we start? Are we going to destroy the waiting life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the hell began to tremble, and there were sharp wailing sounds, piercing their eardrums like needles.

Everyone covered their ears, but they still couldn't resist. The howling and crying sounded directly in their consciousness. Only Jing Yue's spiritual sense was strong, but it didn't have any effect.

Immediately, clumps of white flames rose from the ground, and the hell quickly became hot. The monks could only use their spiritual power to protect themselves, but the consumption of spiritual power was extremely high every moment, as if a hand was crazily snatching them away. vitality.

Amidst the smog, many beasts appeared, biting and killing frantically, until they died of exhaustion of flesh and blood.However, amidst the scorching heat, there was still a ray of cold wind blowing from time to time. Once the wind passed by, the flesh and blood survived and suffered the previous pain again.

Jing Yue carefully distinguished and found that these beasts were all spirit beasts.Spirit beasts have always been human and close to people, but now they have red eyes and violent behavior, which is no worse than fierce beasts.

He recalled Lan Feng's saying that he had heard the call for help from spirit beasts, and Wei Zhentu's mention that Beast Fort would no longer sell spirit beasts to Sixiang Villa. ?

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and Jing Yue suddenly remembered something he had heard in his previous life.

At that time, there was a loose cultivator in the magic way, who accidentally obtained a treasure, once refined, he could control the eighteen hells.

In order to refine the treasure, Sanxiu threw 99 Jindan monks into hell as evil spirits, and tortured them with the punishment of each level of hell, turning their vitality into death energy and their aura into evil energy to make offerings to the treasure.Later, the strength of casual cultivators improved, and they wanted to capture the cultivators from the Eighteen Purple Mansions and go to hell, but unfortunately they fell short, and the treasures were destroyed.

It should be known that in the eighteen hells, every punishment is extremely cruel, very imaginable and bearable, not to mention these spirit beasts!

Could it be that the black tower is actually the magic treasure he heard?

If this is the case, it is only natural that the blue phoenix cannot enter. It is born of the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and it cannot be refined by the magic tower at all.

At the moment when he was stunned, the spirit beast that had long been a ghost started fighting with many monks.

Ahead, a spirit beast rushed towards Jingyue at an extremely fast speed. It looked like a wild boar, but its appearance was much cuter than ordinary wild boars. It was covered in white, only its head and tail were black, and its body was much smaller.This kind of spirit beast is called Xiaoxiang Spirit Pig, and it can control the spiritual power of the earth in battle, and it can attack and defend, and has always been loved by low-level monks.

But at this moment, it only has killing in its eyes.

Without dodging or evading, Jing Yue pointed at Ning Bing and cut its body into two pieces.

After a gust of wind, the little fragrant spirit pig let out a scream, and the back half of its body grew out again, continuing to rush towards Jingyue.

Evil ghosts cannot be killed, only rescued!

Jing Yue was about to cast a spell, but he stabbed a trident diagonally, and he realized that there were more phantoms in the shape of people in the smoke. They were all wearing gray-blue gowns with a big " Death" word.

--jailer!

Jing Yue took a sharp step back and shot ice spikes at the jailer. The latter's body immediately collapsed and quickly condensed again.

Although the jailer was injured by Jing Yue, he didn't show any anger or fear, he just raised the trident numbly, and stabbed at the little fragrant spirit pig again.He is like a puppet being manipulated, performing every action numbly. In his opinion, the evil ghosts transformed from spirit beasts are as sinful as the monks who broke in. There is no need to screen them, and he doesn't care about the results. Punishment is fine.

Xiaoxiang spirit pig died, karma brought it back to life, and was assassinated again, over and over again, endlessly.

This is waiting for a living hell - ten thousand births and ten thousand deaths in an instant.

"Brother Shaoyang!"

Jing Yue suddenly heard Wei Zhentu's shout, frowned, and came to the other side, "Is it your missing brother?"

Wei Zhentu's face was solemn, and his eyes were rarely anxious, "Exactly, but there is only one, and the other one is still missing."

As soon as the words fell, the brother Shaoyang that Wei Zhentu was talking about had already attacked, Wei Zhentu dodged from time to time, always leaving room for his shots.

Jing Yue: "What are you doing? They have been refined into jailers, and they can't be killed at all, let alone keep your hands!"

Wei Zhentu paused, and said, "Why don't I know?"

So without any further hesitation, he waved out a picture book, in which he branded the formation, and broke up "Senior Brother Shaoyang" in an instant.

Wei Zhentu sighed, "No wonder so many Jindan cultivators are missing. They must have been thrown in. What is the black tower?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the black tower is called the Demon Tower of Hell. It was originally destroyed, but perhaps it was not destroyed thoroughly enough, so it was inadvertently taken away by Sixiang Villa." Jing Yue analyzed slowly: "At first, The magic tower is fragile, and it may not be able to withstand the attack from the monks from the inside. In addition, Mo Qianyun's cultivation level was not high at the time, so how could he easily catch the Golden Core cultivator? Therefore, the Four Elephant Villa chose the spirit beast. Later, as the magic tower stabilized , his cultivation has improved, and he gradually changed his goal."

"But now, all the Eighteen Hells have been restored, and he considers it safe to take us into it together."

At this moment, Zhenjun Zifu also came over and said, "Mo Qianyun used Tianyin fruit as bait to lure us to Sixiang Mountain Villa. It can be seen that he had planned it long ago. But in the past, he always kept it secret. This time With such a big battle, aren't you afraid that many forces will come to ask for someone?"

Jing Yue: "Of course he is not afraid, I guess, he wants to refine some of us into Eighteen Palace Masters."

Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"

Jing Yue: "You and I both know that there are eighteen palace masters in hell, and each of them controls one palace. Since the demon tower reproduces hell, it is naturally the same. Now there are spirit beasts that have turned into evil spirits, and the former Jindan monks have become jailers. Only the eighteenth hall master and the master of the underworld are missing."

Wei Zhentu was taken aback, "Mo Qianyun wants to be the Lord of the Underworld?"

Jing Yue: "Only by becoming the Lord of the Underworld can we completely control this world. Once all the divisions return to their positions and the Demon Tower is completely revived, he will become one with the Demon Tower as the Lord of the Underworld. As long as he hides in the tower, who can do anything to him?"

True Monarch Zifu: "Can't outsiders break the pagoda?"

Jing Yue: "You and I were in the Listening Pavilion just now. Have you ever felt the existence of the Demon Tower? One of the reasons why the Hell Demon Tower is a treasure is that it can hide itself and teleport instantly."

Zhenjun Zifu had already heard about the erudition of the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect. After all, he was the inheritor of Jingyuan Taoist ancestor, so he didn't ask any more questions, but lowered his head in thought.

On the contrary, Wei Zhentu was puzzled, "Since he wanted to find the master of the Eighteenth Palace, why did he arrest us all? Isn't it just right to refine 18 people directly?"

Jing Yue: "The stronger the hall master, the stronger the demon tower. I guess, he wants us to kill each other, and the winner will naturally be the hall master."

If you lose, you will die here, becoming a jailer, or even a ghost!

Of course Wei Zhentu understood Jing Yue's unfinished words, he laughed mockingly, "Yes, here is a majestic demonic energy, which will pollute the soul over time, and gradually make people lose their consciousness, don't they want to kill each other?"

He snapped his mouth shut, showing a thoughtful expression.

The author has something to say:

Daoyou Wei: I am tired every day, but luckily I have a thick skin.

Little Rouge Honey smiled: No, you are far behind.

Jing Jing:? ?don't know.

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Jing Jing: Didn't you say that you don't care about Tianyinguo?Why prepare so much?

Wei Daoyou: I am a boy who is very serious about everything. Even if I don't care that much, as long as I do it, I will go all out.

Jiji: You look like some scheming students in some small circles. They read until five o'clock in the morning, but the next day's exam was calm and said, I went to bed early yesterday and was not prepared.

Daoyou Wei: ...