Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

At the same time, in the sky above Zhangtao County, Shen Tang, who was rushing to the Heartless Sect with Yujian, suddenly gave a slight pause.

He felt a pricking pain in his fingers, and a heavy sense of tightness. He looked down and found that the ring on the little finger of his right hand was vibrating faintly, gradually emitting a faint blood-colored light.

This ring was passed on to him by his master on the day of apprenticeship. Since he put it on, he always felt that there were obvious omens for many things.Recently, the black air in the jade ring has become more and more dense, and there are signs of taking shape in a trance.

Shen Tang looked at the ring for a while, and saw a scene of a mountain forest looming on its transparent and reddish ring surface.

But it appears and disappears from time to time, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, the scene is very blurred.

Shen Tang frowned, always feeling that this was some kind of unusual omen, but he still vaguely wanted to get closer to the truth of the matter. He lowered his head and stared at the ring for a while, his heart trembled, and he resolutely followed the guidance of the ring Turning the tip of the sword, he came to the edge of a cliff.

The wind was whistling in the ear, the sky in the distance seemed to be whistling, the night was already deep, Shen Tang stood on the edge of the cliff, feeling a kind of alienation inexplicably in his heart, raised his left hand to look at the little finger, the scene on the ring gradually became clear, the outline was undulating, It is exactly the same as the cliff where Shen Tang is at the moment.

Shen Tang looked around, and saw that the surroundings were full of high mountains, covered by green trees in the darkness, occasionally one or two nightingales could be heard, and there was nothing special about the silent valley.

He involuntarily took two steps forward, approaching the edge of the cliff, with strange rocks under his feet, and small stones rolled down, and was instantly engulfed in fog, and the bottom of the cliff was dark green, and the scenery at the bottom of the cliff could not be seen clearly.

"Do I have to go down to know what the blood ring is going to tell me?"

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the ring suddenly vibrated violently. Shen Tang's ten fingers were slender. The inner circle of the ring was exquisite and narrow, and there was still a gap in his little finger. It was shaking violently at this moment, as if he was about to pull Follow him to the bottom of the cliff.

Shen Tang lowered his head to look at the scene on the ring, and the direction to guide the forest changed slightly, the gap pointed straight ahead, the hazy fog dissipated, and the scene became clearer.

Dead things don't know the mind of the living, and the ring is still shaking. In the night, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, cold and quiet. Shen Tang feels his heart tremble a little. He can't help but glance down, and there is a long river winding faintly under the cliff. Winding, he clenched his fist, as if making up his mind.

It seems that God has been used to seeing his inner struggle, and sent down this apocalypse to let him pursue the truth.

Everything seems to be doomed.

Just wait for him to open this door.

Shen Tang opened his eyes.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, he thought, "Maybe there is something I want down here."

The ring suddenly turned bloody, and the intense red light illuminated his quiet side face. Shen Tang approached the cliff step by step, closed his eyes lightly, and jumped down.

Qingshan Temple, on the dojo in front of the Daxiong Hall.

Layers of thick clouds dissipated, and a huge sky curtain lay before the eyes.

Lord Daoling stood on the high cornice, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he was dressed in a turquoise wide-sleeved Chinese dress, tall and indifferent, really like a green mountain carved with jade, untainted by the mortal world.

He tilted his head slightly, and behind him was a round silvery white moon, his eyes met Ji He who was looking up quietly on the ground, when a bell rang in a trance, the two were clearly separated by a huge distance, and their respective faces could not be seen clearly. But Ji He felt a sudden tremor in his heart.

The soul of the woman on the ground was gradually fading, and the outline began to blur. The pattern of the curse seal slowly flowed on her body, gradually shrinking into a small circle.

The woman seemed to still have resentment in her heart, and her back was slightly undulating. She tried to stand up on the ground several times, but just as she turned her head, she was sealed back by the curse seal. As the movement became bigger and bigger, the pattern covered The scope also shrank from the bluestone slab next to her feet, and then shone dimly.

In the distance, Mr. Daoling only glanced at him, and then he looked away. He raised his long gown behind him, and flew down from the cornice with the night wind blowing. The endless moonlight poured down from behind him. When they touched the front porch, the two people on the ground suddenly felt a wave of moist water vapor rushing towards their faces.

Lord Dao Ling waved his sleeve lightly, and a huge water ball with steaming water rose from the ground, like growing out of the ground, and gradually extended from the surrounding area of ​​the dojo to form an arc-shaped top.

All the monks and Taoist priests who were chanting on the site were shrouded in this transparent protective cover.

There was sparkling light all around, but they didn't notice it all the time, and they were completely isolated from the situation. The woman who was lying on the ground also became more and more restless and struggling because of the strong spiritual threat.

A few withered petals on the ground trembled a few times, exuding a faint crimson color, and a ray of red light streaked across the layers of fallen leaves, like a winding snake, quickly extending to the mountain gate more than ten meters away.

The woman kneeling on the ground glanced sideways at the long red line, and when it formed a circular circle, connected end to end, the woman's eyes flickered, she lowered her head, and the pattern on her body began to flicker unclearly. There were faint signs of bleakness, and suddenly a peach blossom rose with the wind, and a faint fragrance passed over the tip of her nose. She bowed her back slightly, broke free from the curse seal, and stood up straight!

There were more and more peach blossoms in the air, and the night wind blew up, and all the surrounding trees swayed with the wind, making rustling noises. The woman summoned her long sword again, tapped her toes, and stabbed obliquely towards the monk in the protective cover under the night wind. go.

When the tip of the sword touched the top of the cover, there was a "click", and a crack broke out on the transparent shell. As the blade deepened, more and more cracks appeared.

Ji He tightened his mind on the spot, but he also knew that this was something they could not intervene in.

In the midst of this flash, Mr. Dao Ling suddenly stopped the figure that was flying down, glanced lightly, frowned slightly, raised his right hand directly, with his sleeves full of wind, and threw out a glistening talisman print.

The talisman flew straight towards the woman, and stuck to the back of her head with a "snap", turning into countless small streams of water and penetrating in. The woman's piercing movement with the sword stopped, and her whole body seemed to be melted. After entering the boiling water, the whole body began to emit steam.

Faint ripples appeared in the silhouette of the woman, and the full moon in the sky was shining like a moon. Lord Dao Ling waved his hand in mid-air, and all the withered peach blossoms rose from the ground, and instantly flew to a height of tens of meters, spinning and converging into a A group of coquettish flower prints wrapped around the woman.

The woman suddenly raised her head, and the huge flower shadow directly enveloped her head.

What kind of scene it was, it is really indescribable, in the quiet night sky, the breeze blows the flower branches in the corner, there is silence everywhere, a group of red flower prints revolve around a woman's soul endlessly, followed by a wave of black air Seeping out from it, the outermost petals began to wither layer by layer, like a dying red butterfly falling to the ground, the flower print gradually became smaller, shrinking inch by inch to a size that could be held in the palm of the hand, but it didn't stop.

Dao Lingjun tapped his toes, as if stepping on the calm water, slowly falling down, the woman was finally completely sealed by the peach blossom, and finally there was only one petal left, Daoling Lord raised his hand and brushed the petal Putting it into the palm of his hand, he glanced at it with neither sad nor happy eyes, and it disappeared in a moment.

He landed on the ground, and the transparent cover protecting the monks behind him cracked, gradually disappearing into nothingness, and everyone was still chanting devoutly, unaffected in the slightest.

Then he raised his eyes and looked over, his clear eyes met with Ji He's, Ji He's heart trembled involuntarily, his eyes flickered, he finally saw this person who was regarded as a legend by people.

Lord Daoling stood in front of them, just like he was systematically shown to them in the small courtyard in the suburbs at that time. But those eyes are still clear, as if they have weathered the wind and frost of the world but still have the greatest kindness towards the world.

Ji He let go of Lu Ming's hand, took a step forward, and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Daoling."

In the flying night wind, Lord Daoling's cold voice sounded like a mountain spring: "...you can actually see me?"

Ji He raised his head and stood up slightly: "Yes. Senior's ability to use water-type spells freely, turning into haunted souls in the palm of his hand, is really admirable to this junior."

Lord Daoling didn't respond, he stared at him for a while, then turned his face back, and said, "Little talisman, it's not worth mentioning."

"People here say that Master Qingshan Temple is very knowledgeable in Buddhism." Ji He looked at him firmly and said, "He can save all the ghosts that make trouble, but he doesn't want to be the senior who is helping behind the scenes. The younger generation has admired the senior for a long time. Today I can see you. Senior is really a fairy."

Lord Daoling looked at him with indescribable emotions flashing in his eyes. After a long time, he said: "You call me senior, is it possible that little brother is also a member of the immortal sect? Which family's disciple are you, and you actually recognize... ..."

As he spoke, he stopped talking suddenly, and there was a gloomy emotion in his eyes, with a faint hint of darkness. Ji He followed his gaze and found that he met Lu Ming's gaze behind him.

Lu Ming stood still at the same spot, but at this moment, seeing Lord Daoling saw him, he calmly walked forward, half a step beyond Jihe, quietly covering him behind him, and then said: "Mr. Daoling .”

Lord Daoling looked at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't know how long he said without emotion: "Senior Brother Lu." He frowned slightly, "No, it should be Sect Master Lu now."

Lu Ming said: "Brother, don't come here unharmed, we have been separated for many years, I don't want to meet again one day."

"Many years?" Dao Lingjun lowered his eyes and thought for a while, the hazy moonlight shone on his smooth jawline, and his voice did not fluctuate at all, "It has been many years, so long that I can hardly remember the people in the past , Brother has also changed from the chief disciple in the past to the master of the sect now." Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Ji He behind him, "Is this child Brother's disciple?"

Lu Ming nodded: "He is my most proud disciple."

"... Proud disciple," Lord Dao Ling chewed these words a few times, and then smiled softly, "Proud disciple, I will never disobey Master's wishes, good disciple. "

"Junior Brother," Lu Ming called him, with an inquisitive emotion in his deep eyes, "Since you, Junior Brother, have retired to the human world, it has been a hundred years in the human world. Sui is gradually recovering, and seeing my junior today, I realize that the rumors are all false."

A fluttering petal flew over and landed on Lord Dao Ling's shoulder. He raised his hand and gently brushed it away, then raised his eyes to look at Lu Ming, a cold light flashed in his water-colored eyes: "What do you want to say, brother?"

Lu Ming said: "Since you have not passed away, junior brother, why would the world misrepresent that you have already become immortal?"

Lord Daoling didn't answer immediately, he looked at the scattered petals flying in the night sky, caught one with his fingertips, and looked closely at it, but his tone was calm: "Isn't it good for them to think that I'm dead?" ?” Shaking his head indifferently, “I’m tired of protecting the immortals in the world, and I won’t get anything in return.”

Behind Lu Ming, Ji He couldn't help interjecting, "Since you don't want to protect and guard the world anymore, what were you doing just now, senior?"

Lord Daoling paused for a moment, glanced over with indifferent eyes, lowered them again for a moment, and shook his head like a sigh: "You little disciple is too simple to understand."

"I don't understand," Ji He looked at him stubbornly, and said deliberately, "I don't understand senior, you clearly want to let go of the world, but you still can't help but guard the people in the dark, and I don't understand why you can come back. Seniors are gone, but seniors have not stepped into the sect for a hundred years, preferring to be alone for the rest of their lives. Seniors are clearly not such indifferent people."

Lu Ming glanced back at him quietly, but Ji He ignored him, as if he wanted to fight poison with poison, and continued to ask Lord Daoling: "Why, what do you think, senior?"

Lord Daoling sighed softly: "I didn't think about anything."

Ji He said: "No, as a person, you will always think about something in your heart, unless... Senior, you don't want to think deeply."

"..." Lord Dao Ling stared blankly at his very sure eyes, and after a while, he shook his head casually: "You are too young, it is meaningless to talk to you."

"senior……"

"Junior Brother," Lu Ming interrupted him, his dark eyes fixed on Lord Dao Ling's, "I just want to ask you a question, I hope you can answer me seriously because of the love of the same sect."

Lord Daoling raised his eyes.

Lu Ming said: "I don't know if Junior Brother still remembers that he has a son, his name is Shen Tang. If you let the world spread the news that you have passed away, won't you be afraid that your son will be sad?"

Lord Daoling was obviously taken aback when he heard the name "Shen Tang", he was silent for a long time, and said: "As my son, he must have an ambition beyond ordinary people, and besides, I didn't care about him when he was young. I don’t have any strong feelings either.”

"What about the other people who miss you?" Lu Ming continued to ask, "Junior Brother Ye has been looking for you for a long time. Everyone thinks that you are gone, but he is the only one who firmly believes that you are still alive."

A piece of red peach blossom lightly fell on the fingertips of Dao Lingjun. He glanced sideways for a while, his indifferent figure remained motionless, and then turned his face, with a look of doubt in his indifferent eyes: "Who is Junior Brother Ye? I don't remember this person."