Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

The water of the underworld is getting higher and higher, and the strength of the monsters is getting stronger and stronger.

Most of the monks in the fairy realm have taken refuge in Fuyao Fairy Mountain.The Taiqing Xianzong also tried its best to set up a barrier on the fairy mountain, and it is bound to survive this catastrophe and pass on the Taoism.

But at the same time, there are more and more monsters attracted by the flesh and blood of strangers.Those who can still walk in the outside world are at least monks above the integration period, otherwise they will be torn into pieces by the monsters once they leave the barrier, and they will not survive.

The underworld is flooding, and this vast land has already become a huge cemetery.

And Fuyao Xianshan is like a place outside the world, where the vitality of the human race survives in the bloody sky.

Many great powers from the heavenly spirit world gather here.

To Ji Li's surprise, he actually saw the dozen or so experts who were lost in Jiuyou Huangquan back then. They were all safe and sound, and they naturally nodded their heads to greet him.

Among them, Guanhu Zhenjun from Xingluo Xianmen came forward and said: "I waited for that day to be dispersed by monsters. I searched for Zhenjun to no avail, so I charged upwards. Fortunately, I found a gap in the monster, and I was lucky enough to survive." One life."

Under the siege of so many monsters in the Mahayana period, it is really surprising that a group of more than ten people can escape.

"So that's how it is." Ji Li nodded, and said again: "I wonder if Zhenjun has calculated the method of transforming calamity?"

In the entire Heavenly Spirit Realm, the sect that is best at calculating the secrets of heaven is undoubtedly the Xingluo Xianmen, so Ji Li asked this question.

Hearing this, Master Guanhu smiled wryly and said: "Naturally, it has been calculated, but even if dozens of elders in my sect joined forces, they still haven't figured out why, so how can we talk about the method of turning catastrophe?"

"However..." He paused, and said: "We have already discussed, and tomorrow Yinshi will sacrifice the magic weapon inherited from the sect, contact the true immortal in the upper realm, point out the secret, and ask how to avert the calamity."

A strange color flashed across Ji Li's face.

Should I contact the true immortals in the upper realm... for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Guanhu Zhenjun seemed to see his hesitation, and said again: "This time, the one I invited is my Xingluo Immortal Sect True Immortal, with the means of a true Immortal, naturally there will be no mistakes in the calculation of the lower world's secrets, and I think I can get a solution. Law."

Ji Li suppressed his uneasiness and said, "That's very good, thank you, Zhenjun."

……

Yin time on the second day.

The top of Fuyao Fairy Mountain was shrouded in a huge layer of golden light.Outside the barrier, Ji Li slashed down monsters with no expression on his face. Wherever the sword light passed, all the evil spirits were wiped out.

At this time, nothing is allowed to disturb.

Several hours later, the golden light on the top of the mountain dimmed.

He put his sword back into its sheath, returned to Fuyao Mountain, and walked all the way, but found that everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

He frowned, walked through the crowd, found Master Guanhu, and asked, "What happened?"

Master Guanhu leaned forward with a smile, and said: "With the guidance of the real immortal, the method to solve the disaster in this world is very simple."

"Oh?" Ji Li waited for his next words.

"...you only need to destroy one thing. The black egg we saw under the Nine Nether Yellow Springs before contains the king of demons—the abyssal blood demon. If we can kill it, the catastrophe will come to an end." .”

Ji Li said, "How should we deal with the water from the Yellow Spring?"

Guanhu Zhenjun said: "It is precisely because of the influence of the demonic energy of the abyss that Huangquan rises wildly. If the king of the demons falls, the energy supporting the cracks in the abyss will naturally disappear. The abyss is closed, the demonic energy dissipates, and Huangquan flows back. , in this way, peace can be restored in this world.”

After hearing this, Ji Li still had doubts in his heart. Before he could open his mouth to continue asking, a monk suddenly rushed out from the crowd, knelt down and said, "Mr. Shen Yuan, you are the well-deserved No. 1 Taoist cultivator. You are probably the only one who can kill that abyss blood demon! You must save thousands of beings in the heaven and spirit world!"

After his words fell, most of the monks also knelt down together, and the standing Mahayana True Monarchs all bowed to pray.

Ji Li's pupils dilated slightly, and he was at a loss.

At this time, an old figure suddenly stepped out of the crowd.With fluttering Taoist robes and a childlike face with white hair, he is the suzerain of the Taiqing Immortal Sect after healed.

The suzerain said: "Shen Yuan, the heaven and spirit world has suffered such a catastrophe. My Taiqing Xianzong is the head of Taoist cultivators, and I am bound to take responsibility here. You bear the destiny, your cultivation base is superb, and it is up to you to destroy the blood demons." solve."

Ji Li lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and replied, "What the suzerain said is true, I should take the initiative."

That's right, with his mixed primordial spirit root, innate Taoist body, and incredible aptitude, he was destined to bear the destiny from birth.

Could it be that when the lord of Taiqing Xianzong accepted him as his sect, he had already expected such a day to come?

He was thinking like this, but he didn't see the trembling hands of the Sect Master of the Taiqing Immortal Sect, the anxious look that flashed across the old face from time to time, and the embarrassment that he wanted to speak several times but was unable to speak.

But when he raised his head, the expression of the Sect Master of Xianzong had returned to his original dignified appearance.

……

At the same time, another magical realm.

Two people, one tall and one short, were walking in the quiet bamboo forest.

"Senior Brother." The immature-faced boy tugged at the sleeves of the person in front of him, and said with a trace of apprehension, "Today...today is my birthday."

The person called "Senior Brother" paused slightly, turned around, raised his hand and touched the boy's head, his voice was clear, like a cold spring flowing, and said, "Well, Junior Brother is another year older, congratulations."

The boy looked up at each other.The young man's face is clear and handsome, with indifferent brows, but when he looks down at him, there will be a little warmth in his eyes, with a touch of intoxicating tenderness.

The boy could hear his heart beating in his chest, which was rapid and chaotic.

He looked at his senior brother, as if looking at an unreachable god, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Senior brother, can you give me a gift?"

After a while, he hurriedly added: "Any kind of gift is fine, as long as it is from a senior brother."

The young man gave a 'hmm', looked around, but saw the bamboo shadow swaying, and the wind rustled, and said: "I heard that my younger brother is very interested in the way of rhythm, so how about I give my younger brother a bamboo flute?"

The boy's eyes brightened slightly, and he said, "Okay!"

The young man raised his hand, and a beam of sword light flew out, chopping off a section of green bamboo.He leaned over to pick up the bamboo branch, the invisible sword energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and quickly polished a bamboo shovel into shape.

The bamboo body is almost emerald-like green. The young man thought for a moment and carved an ancient character on it.The strokes of this font are complicated, carved with sword energy, but there is a fierce air in the roughness.

Naturally, the gift he gave would not be an ordinary bamboo shovel.

It has his imprint branded on it, and when necessary, it can emit sword energy to protect the body, which can be regarded as a talisman for the younger brother.

"Give."

The boy happily took Zhu Xiao over, "Thank you, senior brother!"

The young man showed a subtle smile, and patted the boy's head again.

The young man stared at him blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and murmured: "Senior brother..."

You have such a nice smile.

……

In a blink of an eye, the boy has grown into a tall and straight man.

The night is as dark as ink, and there are two people drinking each other in the pavilion in the distance.

One of them was dressed in white, and his face was a little blurred due to the distance, but no matter how blurred the figure was, Gu Mingyuan recognized him at a glance.

His senior brother.

Gu Mingyuan sat on a rock, the sky was full of bright moon, and in the distance was the person he admired.Beside him was a jar of spirits, the aroma of which was strong; in his left hand he held a tube of bamboo, which he had rubbed countless times with his own hands.

The night is cold as water.

That person was still having a good conversation with his best friend, but he could only stare from a distance as an inconspicuous junior.

Junior brother...

He brought the bamboo Xiao close to his lips, and the lonely Xiao sound drifted away.

Can't ask for it.

Always yes, more than you can ask for.

He missed this person day and night, thinking about it when he couldn't see it, and thinking about it even more when he saw it.

——I want to hold him in my arms, want to make trouble with him, want to be intimate with him, and walk hand in hand.

Love is born suddenly, heart fire is blazing, longing is hard to quench.

He wanted to get this person, thinking about it like crazy.

……

Top of Snow Mountain.

Daoxiu in white stood here with his robe fluttering, as if he was about to leave this world and fly away.

Gu Mingyuan suddenly felt flustered, and said in a casual manner: "Senior brother has a detached demeanor, I don't know how many juniors and sisters down here all have admiration for senior brother, which is really enviable to senior brother."

Daoxiu in white said indifferently: "Love in the world is nothing but a dream. In a few decades, all these emotions will disappear, leaving only a shallow memory. What is there to admire?"

"Senior brother's words are too absolute." Gu Mingyuan said: "If someone in this world pursues you desperately and remains the same for a hundred years or a thousand years, what should senior brother do?"

Daoxiu in white was silent for a moment, and said, "Why did you say that, Junior Brother?"

Gu Mingyuan suddenly had an impulse, he said: "...Because I admire you, Senior Brother. I will never waver in my heart. Can Senior Brother...give me a chance?"

After saying this, he seemed to have relieved a heavy burden from his heart, and was immediately filled with apprehension and anxiety.

After a long time, the Taoist priest in white slowly turned his head.

His calm gaze was devoid of anything, reflecting the boundless world, but he alone could not be reflected.

"It's ridiculous," he said coldly, "My generation of immortal cultivators should cut off love and thoughts, cut off the world of mortals, and focus on pursuing the ultimate way of heaven. How can we be greedy for the common world, have delusions in our hearts, and even hesitate."

"Junior brother, I am very disappointed in you..."

……

Gu Mingyuan suddenly woke up from the bed.

He just... had a dream about that time again.

The cold night is cold and silent.

His cultivation had already reached the Mahayana stage, but he still felt chills in his heart, and a sense of suffocation of despair enveloped him from the silent night, and the passage of time could only intensify this maddening loneliness.

5000 years.

The words of that person's refusal are still vivid in his mind, and why did he persist until now?

I'm afraid it's the sentence "This love, this heart, never waver".

Therefore, even if the person he sought disappeared, that deep obsession still supported him to this day.

Birth cannot be liberated, and death cannot be liberated.

How long do we have to wait?

He put on his robe and went out. If he stayed in this cold palace again, he might really go crazy.

As the moonlight fell, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes, in disbelief.

Is it brother?

Could it be that the gods and Buddhas finally heard his prayer and sent the man back to him?

If so...

He will keep this person firmly in his arms, guard him forever, and never leave him.

……

"Let go of me." The man said coldly.

"No." Gu Mingyuan hugged him, as if hugging the comfort of his life.

And when he opened his eyes, the person in front of him had disappeared.

He laughed softly and said, "Don't hide, brother."

It was quiet all around, and no one responded to him.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, was it an illusion again?

I don't know when it started, he couldn't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

He met many, many senior brothers, but everything was like a dream. The entanglement of delusion and obsession made him sink to a deeper and deeper place.

The scene where the senior brother was struck by lightning and knocked out of his wits was still vivid, but these illusory effects became more and more vivid.

He wandered between life and death, illusion and reality, getting deeper and deeper, more and more painful, and more and more confused.

As the saying goes, demons are hard to dispel.

……

The quiet and solemn Buddhist temple is full of incense.

Gu Mingyuan came back to his senses, he was already sitting cross-legged on the futon, his body was also restrained in this square inch, unable to move.

A solemn voice whispered in his ear.

"From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear."

"All your pain and confusion are born of love and desire."

"If you want to be free, you need to let go. Only by letting go of obsessions can you escape from the sea of ​​suffering and return to the present world."

Gu Mingyuan said indifferently: "I can't let go."

"In my whole life, I only admire one person. If I let go, I will be skinned and boned. I would rather die than live."

"Gu Mingyuan, why are you still obsessed with it!" That solemn voice shouted.

Regrettably, the bell rings in the ear, and the full of love and desire is forced to dissipate, but is re-condensed by the stubborn obsession.

"Stubborn?" Gu Mingyuan sneered, and said, "Who are you, and when will it be your turn to teach me!"

The voice said: "You are too obsessed, you will only hurt others and yourself."

Gu Mingyuan said: "So what about obsession, I will do my best to protect him, so there is no harm."

The voice said: "No, your so-called love will only destroy it, and it will never be restored."

Gu Mingyuan said: "I don't believe it!"

The voice was silent for a moment, then suddenly said coldly: "Then let you see—"

"How did you destroy him!"

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