Heaven is fearless

The happy event of Taisu Sword Sect turned into a mourning event, which shocked all ascetics in the world. Even the ghosts who don't care about these things spread the news. I was ready to go back with a full stomach, but when I turned around, I froze in place.

There was a shadow behind them at some point, the long-haired young man in red was looking at them with a smile, the ghost's lifeless black pupils were wandering like a dream, holding a wine jar in one hand, and the clear wine was dripping Splashed on his clothes and the ground.

He didn't know how long he had been listening here, the ghost girls felt chills, they knelt down and saluted in a panic, seeing that he had no unnecessary reaction, they quickly got up and left.

The ghost king Xiyi, the last king of ghosts, fought against the monk Fanxing of the Pure Land Buddhism, and died of the backlash of all ghosts. Without his master, the ghosts were in chaos for a while, but Yuanhua, the always crazy mountain ghost, got out of nowhere. After coming out, he drove the corpse puppets to devour many prestigious ghosts, and forcibly took the position of ghost king.

The character of the new ghost king is completely different from that of the dead old king. He seems to be living in his own world from the beginning to the end. It is not right to say that he is confused and insane. Reason is also wrong, which sober and rational person would jump into the Wangchuan River for no reason, just calling it to have fun?

When the wedding invitation of the master of Taisu Sword Sect reached Gui Shen, the new ghost king was still on the way to clean up the disobedient ghosts. He didn't leave a way to contact him, and the ghost girls couldn't find the new ghost king who was elusive. The wedding invitation that was folded into the shape of a paper crane and flew over obediently squatted on the Wangchuan Terrace and waited for half a month.

When the ghost king came back, the funeral on Kunlun Mountain had already been finished.

The new ghost king picked up the crimson paper crane, and the paper crane consciously turned into a wedding invitation and lay in his palm. On the wedding invitation printed with spiritual techniques, there were only the aura signatures of Mingxiao Xianzun and Tianheng Xingjun. He rubbed and sprinkled Lingshi On the powdery paper surface, his expression was still dazed and drunk as usual.

"I'm always late..." The mountain ghost with a bad reputation muttered to himself, "I'm always one step late, never catch up, and always regret..."

Guixiu Shibai's fingers pinched the wedding invitation, lazily wiped off the sharp aura belonging to Jianxiu, folded it in half and stuffed it into the sleeve, turned into smoke and was swept by the wind at will, found a tall dead tree, An Ran lay on it.

The red clothes were sprinkled on the branches like splashed ink. He hummed gently the old ballad after the dynasty collapsed. He closed his eyes and sank into his own fantasy dream again. Jiaojiao is a good time in the world.

The days of ghosts are long, and the ghost girls can only chat and gossip when they have nothing to do. After being caught by the new master with an unpredictable temper, they were only a little nervous, and then their curiosity was ignited again, and they began to pick up other things, such as——

"I heard that Ming Xiao and his younger brother have a very close friendship. After Ming Xiao died, his younger brother didn't do anything?"

The ghost girls looked at the problem very sharply. A ghost girl with a ponytail and two dimpled makeup narrowed her eyes: "Does it count as destroying his apprentice's whole family?"

"Ah?!" This answer obviously exceeded the cognition of the ghost girls, and a group of fat, swallow, thin, and beautiful ghosts had question marks on their heads, "His brother is dead, and he went to destroy his apprentice's whole family? What's the matter?" What logic is that?"

"Who knows, maybe he lost his mind and went crazy. He rushed into the ancestral hall with a whip, and the head of his father and uncle was blown away with a whip. Good guy, the whole ancestral hall was red with blood. In terms of scene, I was not so ruthless when I turned into a ghost and took my life."

She said it vividly, as if she witnessed how the demon king Mingxue killed people and silenced them.

Of course, the actual scene was not as bloody as she said, and the demon king didn't need to be so bloody to kill people.

Ever since the Penglai Tu family came out with a future master of Taisu who worshiped under the seat of Mingxiao Xianzun, they have been on the rise all the way. From a small family in the early years, they have suddenly become a behemoth who can command the clans of Penglai. It wasn't that another child was accepted by the Mozun, they had to restrain themselves a little, fearing that their nostrils would all be turned upside down.

However, after the tide of monsters, when the gap between immortals and demons gradually disappears, no one can stop the beauty of the Tu family. There is a tea omen in the fairy world that will provoke the suzerain of the Taisu Sword Sect. It is recognized that there is a tea baby in the demon world. The next Mozun, these two children are both from the Tu clan, which makes others have to back away from the Tu clan.

And Mingxue is here to deal with the last big problem.

Ming Xiao is an immortal who protects the Dao, so he can't do this kind of thing of killing relatives, but Mingxue has no such scruples. All the elders were there, which happened to be convenient for him.

It is best to find a reason to kill someone, and he happened to have a ready-made one in his hand.

The black-clothed Demon Lord looked condensed and pale. He shook his whip and wrapped it around the neck of Patriarch Tu's family. This man was the father of Tuying Tuzhao. Even ascetics have good looks. He still looks dignified and elegant in middle age .

"I almost forgot about it at first, but suddenly I remembered... Natural vision, day and night upside down, ocean currents pouring in - does this sound familiar?" He whispered softly, without much emotion in his voice, "Who gave you the courage? , to use me and Ming Xiao?"

The complexions of the elders changed instantly, they were so blue and purple.

It was many years ago when they did that. Over the years, through this lie, they have reaped countless benefits. It can be said that more than half of Tu's prosperity is due to this lie.

Tuying Tuzhao was detected to have extraordinary aptitude even before he was born. If he cultivated well, it would be a great help to the clan, but his heart was not enough to swallow the elephant. I don’t know who was the first to mention the vision of the immortal and the demon. As citizens of Penglai, who wouldn't envy Mingxiao Immortal Venerable's splendor?If the Tu family can also have a "Mingxiao Immortal"...

Greedy people gave birth to infinite courage, they exhausted all kinds of means, frequently used illusion formations, and finally created a scene of day and night turning upside down and seawater flowing backwards on the night when the twins were born, and pushed people to compare it with Mingxiao Mingxue's deed When they fit together, wealth and power flooded into the Tu Clan's gate like a tide.

And what they need to pay, in the final analysis, is just a little baby labeled "Mingxue Second".

It's just that these people never imagined that after so many years, the righteous master would come to the door.

"In my life, what I hate the most, the most annoying, is this nonsense prophecy—" Mozun spoke slowly, but without any hesitation in his hand, there was only a crisp click, and the man at the end of the whip was lifeless. He lowered his head.

"Since you like it, then go find that person to give you a divination."

Like a whisper in hell, the long whip bounced off the sharp blades and scraped at those who stared wide-eyed in horror.

The main branch of the Penglaitu clan withered overnight, and the new suzerain of the Taisu Sword Sect didn't say anything about it. The behemoth accumulated in the short years instantly returned to its original shape, and the Mingxue Demon Venerable who did this thing disappeared. Even if someone wants to take revenge, he can't find a way out.

Most people said that Mingxue returned to the Demon Realm and continued to be his demon master, but the demon cultivators scoffed at this. Everyone knew that Ming Xue had never returned to the Demon Realm, and even the demon master in the Demon Palace had changed. , It is impossible to say where this tyrant died.

As if it was a strange coincidence, the new Demon Lord and the new Suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect are twin brothers. What is better than the previous generation is that the immortals and demons no longer fight, and the Demon Lord often sneaks to Kunlun Mountain to visit relatives. But sometimes it’s not just about visiting relatives—

Under the highest cliff in Kunlun Mountains, the remains of the past lords of the Taisu Sword Sect are buried. Under the cliff is a deep lake. The unique clear water quality of the snow mountain allows monks to see the waterscape thousands of feet below at a glance. The patterned coffins were surrounded by heavy chains and were submerged in the water. The earliest coffin sank to the bottom of the water and was no longer visible, while the newest coffin was stuck in the deepest point of sight, where light and darkness meet.

The remains of the suzerain will be collected and closed by the next suzerain himself, and the successor will also be responsible for putting them into the water. Once the chain is fastened, even the successor himself cannot open it. Everything will turn to ashes.

At the junction of light and shade at the waterline, an ordinary coffin was bound by chains. The only unusual thing was that there was a person lying on the chains that tied the coffin.

Black-clothed and black-haired, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, with one hand still tightly holding the chain on the coffin, as if the slightest movement could wake him up from his slumber.

The underwater is extremely quiet, even the monotonous and lonely wind and snow whistling in Kunlun cannot be heard here, and there is only absolute cold that overwhelms the sky.

— This is an absolutely lonely gravekeeper.

The cliff deep pool where the suzerains of the past dynasties buried their bones is the forbidden area of ​​the Taisu Sword Sect. The current suzerain sometimes comes here to sit, and it’s okay if he doesn’t come. Tu Zhao rarely comes here. Compared with the cold pool, he is more She likes to stay under the big tree in the master's yard, but Tu Ying often sneaks there, sitting on the cliff for a few days, Tu Zhao turns a blind eye to this, and her master is under there Can we not let people see it?

In fact, not only Tuying, but also the Wu Clan sometimes send people over. After all, it is Tianheng Xingjun who almost became a Taoist couple with Mingxiao Xianzun. If he wants to come, no one dares to stop him. The only one who dares to stop Already submerged himself in the water.

However, he only came three times, two years apart. Every time Tu Zhao saw him, he felt that he was weaker and thinner than the last time. Had to leave after half an hour.

The fourth time came is Yaoguang Xingjun, who has grown into a handsome young man. He is wearing exactly the same dark purple long-sleeved deep coat as Tianheng Xingjun. His long hair is draped behind his shoulders, his face is covered by a silver crown and silk curtain, and he is covered with gemstones. The formed hair accessories are entwined in the hair strands, pouring down like a bright galaxy.

If it weren't for the plain white sacrificial cloak draped over his shoulders, Tu Zhao would almost have thought he saw the young Tianheng Xingjun.

He looked at the blue-clothed young man who followed Yaoguang Xingjun every step of the way, but he was puzzled but did not speak. He saw the silver-crowned and purple-clothed young Xingjun slightly nodding at him: "Yaoguang was ordered by my ancestor to come to pay homage to him." Ming Xiao Xianzun."

The witch clan is exclusive, and the handover of the high priest has never been known. Although Tu Zhao had been mentally prepared for a long time, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the news: "This... when did it happen?"

Last year, the Pure Land Buddhist Sect rang the bell to tell the Buddhist gates. The Buddhist disciples who had been closed for many years passed away, and their bodies were transformed into relics. In just a few years, it seems that the amazing and brilliant geniuses have all left one after another.

Yaoguang pondered for a moment, and confessed frankly: "On the [-]th night of the first lunar month, it coincides with the opening of ghosts and ghosts. In the first year, new ghosts came to the mortal world to visit relatives. The high priest passed away in the middle of the night."

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the gate of ghosts is opened. The ghosts who died in the first year will go back to the world along the Wangchuan River that flows to the mortal world, to see their relatives who are still alive, and every household in the mortal world will light white lanterns at the door. Light the way home for wandering souls.

The witches don't really believe in this custom. After all, it is a festival that only exists in the mortal world. After the death of the cultivator, he will not enter the ghosts and ghosts. How can his soul return home.

Skycrown City, which is the closest to the dangerous buildings in the extreme east, lit up lanterns all over the city according to the rules. When the light flickered, even the dangerous buildings thousands of miles away could be seen clearly.

"It's like a star map in the mortal world." Yaoguang knelt beside the high priest's bed, watched the scene through the window, and said softly.

The man on the couch was also looking out of the window. The formerly magnificent and dilapidated man in the dilapidated building was already dying of illness. His fingers that used to be able to pluck the star tracks were powerlessly resting on the brocade quilt, and his black hair had faded to mottled white. When he was silent, Yaoguang was always anxious, suspecting that he would stop breathing in the next moment.

But he still managed to survive to this day.

"The star map of the mortal world..." The low and hoarse voice gently repeated the boy's innocent words, "What time is it today?"

When the witch master who masters the fate and star track needs to ask others about the time and age?

Yaoguang lowered his head and tried his best to make his voice sound normal: "Today is the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, which is a ghost festival in the mortal world."

"It's the seventeenth day of the first lunar month?" the sick and disfigured man murmured, "It's Ghost Festival..."

His voice is so low that it is almost inaudible if you don't listen carefully.

"Go get two white lanterns." After a long silence, he whispered to his disciple.

Yaoguang didn't ask anything, got up and found two white lanterns, and hung them outside the window under Tianheng's signal. The candlelight shone through the plain white lantern gauze, shining a halo-like bright moonlight.

The man on the bed looked sideways at the lantern, his eyes were quiet and long, so soft that he almost thought that this was no longer the High Priest of Tianheng who raised him.

Yaoguang knew that the high priest who had adopted him was not as gentle and pure as he appeared on the surface. In fact, he often felt that he was a heartless person. In the eyes of outsiders, the High Priest of Tianheng is a witch master who attaches great importance to grace and power, but Yaoguang just feels that Tianheng's heart is a hollow with cold wind blowing.

Fortunately, he doesn't mind Tian Heng's personality, whether he is cruel or gentle, as long as he can raise himself up, he doesn't mind acting like a loving father and a filial son.

In fact, when he was young, he had the courage to call Tianheng's father. According to his clan, Tianheng was indeed his adoptive father, but Tianheng would have a strange expression every time he heard him call that, so he changed his name over time.

"Who is the high priest waiting for?" Yaoguang put the scroll in his hand on his lap, and looked at the lantern together.

Tian Heng is very relaxed today, and he is willing to answer his questions that have nothing to do with his studies: "He is a person who has been dead for many years."

Yaoguang looked at the two lanterns shaking slightly: "If his relatives also light the lamp for him, he might not come?"

"His relatives went earlier than him," Tian Heng said with a faint smile, "I just remembered that he should be homeless, so light two lamps, whether he will come or not."

But you have never lit a lamp in the past few years, so why do you think you will come back after lighting it this time?

Yaoguang secretly slandered in his heart.

He didn't speak any more, and bowed to leave when the time came. Before leaving, he thought about it, but he still didn't say anything - but the cultivator simply didn't have the soul to go home.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that most of the defensive formations in the dangerous building suddenly failed before they realized what had happened. Yougou led him into the top floor. The lantern outside the window had been extinguished a moment before they entered the door. Facing the direction of the lantern, there was a faint smile on his brows and eyes.

Yaoguang suddenly understood, why lighting a lamp to let people go home is useless, the meaning of these two lanterns is obviously to call that unknown ghost with nowhere to go to pick him up?If such high hopes are placed, as long as there is a soul wandering in the world, then no matter what, it will come...

Tianheng pulled away all his spiritual consciousness, and was carried by the law across thousands of miles of sky. The phoenix sleeping in the void spread its bone wings, bowed its body and arched the throne of all things, and Tiandao could feel the continuous power feeding back to itself through this world , Let the originally empty consciousness continue to grow like spring grass sprouting.

In the extreme joy, the law spoke slowly, interrupting his happiness: "Are you ready? You still have an incarnation to leave?"

In an instant, the wind and snow in Kunlun passed by, rising from the abyss of the deep sea, and passing by the ghostly road of ghosts and monsters, it was silly to rush halfway: "Why is there another one? Aren't all the incarnations gone?" Take it back?"

Law said in a soft voice: "Yes, but isn't there a fluct light? He is the son of luck born from nothingness that you decided on your own..."

Tiandao suddenly thought of this, and felt suffocated: "But hasn't he grown to be 16 years old? Just keep growing."

Law: "How do you think he got so big? I just twisted the timeline and made you grow up in that little baby now - so you have to get ready now to actually do it once." Humans, starting with babies."

Tiandao took a breath of air: "You mean the fluctlight I raised is myself?"

Law said briskly, "Yes."

"The Demon Emperor Yushen is your mother, the witch lord Kaiyang is your father, the current Demon Emperor Lishen is your brother, and adoptive father Tianheng Xingjun... It's a perfect life, I believe you can do it !"

— After all, you are the supreme father of all things.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: what Yuanhua said is always one step late, in fact, there were three times, one was that he failed to save the prince when he was a mortal, one was that he was not there when Xi Yi died, and the other time it can be understood that he did not meet the witch lord one step earlier .

That's about it. The stories of several incarnations have been told. Although it feels a bit hasty, there is nothing to change after thinking about it. Although they are all incarnations, it is still a little brief when it comes to their deaths...

Thank you for accompanying me all the way here. The text is just 60 words long, and it’s another long-distance race. I’m currently planning to write a story about the twins of Baixue and Heixiao, the chapter of Yaoguang and Lishen, the chapter of Yushen and Kaiyang, and the if line. The story of Xiyi who became the ghost king and Tianheng Xingjun, the Wugui HE thread, these are probably the ones I want to write at present, if you have anything else you want to read, you can click in the comment area, I will choose a few to write depending on the situation .

but! ! !The author has something to do in December, and I will take a month off, so I will update the episode from January, and here I bow to the babies~ I hope you will succeed in your studies, your career will be smooth, your love will be happy, and you will make a lot of money. Thank you again for walking with me After such a long journey, thank you for your support to Tiandao!See you in January~

Finally, I will push a new article "Dimensionality Reduction in the Human World". Please click your fingers to accept it in advance. I will open the article next year, thank you~

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