The Last Apocalypse

Xiangye Temple is just a very inconspicuous small temple outside Beijing. Except for a few tourists to enjoy the flowers during the half-month period when the locust tree blooms every year, there are basically no inquiries at other times.

Passing through the quiet locust tree forest, it started to rain as soon as the two of them arrived outside Xiangye Temple.

A bald-headed novice stood in front of the temple gate, and the little novice respectfully paid respects to Ye Qing: "The host has been waiting for Senior Ye in the treasure hall for a long time, please come over in person."

"I also invite this benefactor to accompany me to the side hall to taste tea and wait for a while."

"Luo Hao, drink tea with him and rest first, I'll come as soon as I go."

Luo Hao nodded and followed the novice monk to the side hall from the right, while Ye Qing walked directly through the middle door, stepping on the wet bluestone slabs and entering the main hall in the center.

A white-bearded monk was sitting in front of a clay Buddha statue, closing his eyes, knocking on a wooden fish, and chanting scriptures. Ye Qing quietly walked up to the monk, without disturbing the monk who was chanting. He sat cross-legged on the futon to listen to the monk's chanting.

The gentle sound of the wooden fish and the long and complicated scriptures made Ye Qing gradually calm down, and the dead energy surging in his body gradually calmed down.

It took more than ten minutes for the old monk to open his eyes. What did not match his old appearance was his bright eyes. His eyes seemed to have the ability to see through all falsehoods.

"No.20 Ninth Generation Apocalypse Master Ye Qing has met Master Wuwang, thank you Master for helping me by reciting scriptures."

The old monk nodded with a smile. He gently put down the gavel and said, "Nineteen years ago, Master No. 19 Eighth Generation Apocalypse brought his wife to my Xiangye Temple. The two of them stayed here for half a month."

"Master, do you know where my parents have gone?"

Monk Wuwang pointed to the "Disappearing Snow Mountain Temple" in Ye Qing's bosom, "According to the book, go to find the marrow of thousands of years of coldness."

Ye Qing said bitterly, his parents really searched all over the world for the five treasures that could cure the dead energy in his body, and the ten thousand year cold marrow mentioned by Master Wu Wang was one of them.

As the name suggests, this ten thousand year cold marrow can only be found in extremely cold places, but all of those extremely cold places are dangerous places in the world.

Ye Qing said bitterly: "I also ask the master to give me some guidance."

"Have you obtained the Pixiu blood and the Shenmu?"

Ye Qing nodded, "What the master said is not bad, the Pixiu blood has been obtained in Qinshui Village, Sichuan, and the Shenshen tree has just been obtained some time ago."

"Sure enough, 20 years ago, the No.20 eighth-generation apocalypse master tried his best to set up a maze in Qinshui Village to plant an antecedent cause. Calculate the time before the yin beads condensed. However, the Yangshen tree is rare. I didn't expect it to be was found by you."

"Master, you mean that everything in Qinshui Village was done on purpose by my father?"

Master Wuwang nodded and said: "The condensing of the Yin beads is indispensable for the right time, place and people, but nowadays it is rare to find places that can automatically condense the Yin beads, so we can only create conditions to force the Yin beads to condense."

But even though it was arranged by Ye Qing's father, his father didn't expect that Yinzhu's influence would affect the villagers of Qinshui Village.

Fortunately, Ye Qing arrived in time, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

Ye Qing's heart warmed up, but his nose couldn't help but feel astringent. Although he had never met his parents, his parents somewhere had been working hard to save him. Just thinking about it made his nose sour.

Ye Qing stabilized his mood and took the book into his hands: "I also ask Master to help you untie the seal."

"Although this seal was formed by the old monk in 19 years, it cannot be broken by the old monk. Why don't you use the dead energy in your body to try?"

Ye Qing used his teeth to bite a small mouth on his fingertips, and squeezed out a drop of blood onto the '卍' character on the page. The golden '卍' character gradually turned red after absorbing the blood, and finally disappeared completely on the page.

After the seal was released, the pages connected to the cover finally separated, and a thin piece of cloth fell out from inside.

This is a map, which is the road map for finding the Wannian Frost Marrow.

When Ye Qing was about to pick up the map on the ground, Master Wuwang stretched out his hand to pinch the wound on his hand, a drop of blood was squeezed out, Master Wuwang flicked the blood ball into the air, the Buddha sleeve brushed the blood and stopped Do not fall in the air.

"Master, this is?"

After observing the drop of blood for a long time, Master Wuwang asked, "Have you lost your sense of taste again?"

"There was something wrong last night, and when I woke up this morning, I found that my sense of taste began to deteriorate again."

Master Wuwang sighed: "Master Tianqi, inspired by the sky, but in your generation you will take back all your abilities. Heaven will gradually take back your senses of taste, touch, smell, hearing, and vision until all senses are lost. will open."

"I understand what the master said. If you want to fight with Tiandou, you must find all five treasures, but now I have only found two, and the remaining three have no signs. I don't have much time left. I seem to have felt The sense of touch is slowly fading..."

"It's hard to fight against the sky, but you have to have the faith to survive."

"I have nothing to worry about except my parents. Now I just hope to find my parents with this map. Even if they die on the snow-capped mountains, I can also turn into loess with them."

Master Wuwang asked: "Are you sure you have no worries? I see that your heart is not quiet. Someone is already knocking on the door of your heart. It depends on whether you want to open the door."

Ye Qing did not deny it, "The future is difficult and dangerous, so why bother to let others suffer with me?"

"Let's go as you like, what should come is unstoppable after all. I see the death energy in your body, you can live for about a year and a half. If you go to the snow-capped mountains, the time may continue to be shortened, but if you stay here Ye Si recites scriptures with me, and I will have a good life for three years."

"Rather than linger on to survive, I would rather go to the snow-capped mountains."

"But you want to bring that Lord Luo?"

"No, I'll go by myself."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Since you have made your decision, the old monk will not persuade you anymore. I hope your future will be smoother, Amitabha."

Ye Qing stood up and bowed respectfully to Master Wuwang, "Thank you, Master, and I will bid you farewell, junior."

"Go, the road ahead is bumpy, I hope you take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, Master Wuwang picked up the mallet and knocked on the wooden fish again, Ye Qing went to the Buddha statue to worship and then left the Daxiong Hall.

The rain outside the house became more intensive, drops of crystal clear raindrops hit the trees in the temple, the leaves trembled in different rhythms one by one, Ye Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The master said that he understands that his heart is not quiet, and he also understands what kind of feeling it is, but sometimes it is difficult when faced with a choice, and Ye Qing thinks that he has already made a choice.

Let the world change, he will go on the road alone.

"Excuse me?"

Opening his eyes, he saw Luo Hao walking towards him with a teacup in his hand. Ye Qing said without changing his expression, "Okay."

Luo Hao handed over the teacup in his hand: "It's getting cold, drink some hot tea to warm your stomach."

Ye Qing took a sip of the tea, but couldn't feel the temperature or the aroma of the tea. His taste buds had completely stopped working, and he could only feel a little warmth when the tea flowed down the esophagus into his stomach.

"What is the taste?"

Ye Qing said with a smile: "Naturally, the lips and teeth are fragrant."

Luo Hao's expression froze, but he recovered in an instant, and he asked, "When will you go back?"

"Watch the rain with me again. It feels like it hasn't rained for a long time. I haven't had a good rest after being busy for so long."

Standing under the eaves, quietly watching the rain and the wind rustle the leaves.

The tea in his hand was already cold, but Ye Qing still drank it all in one gulp, "Let's go, how about we have hot-boiled mutton tonight?"

"According to you, there are many famous mutton dishes in Beijing, which one do you want to go to?"

"It's close to home! You can carry me on your back when I get drunk."

"Are you not ashamed?"

"Let them see. Anyway, I'm not familiar with this place, and the people here don't know me. I'll come back when I change my face. It's you, you have to be ashamed."

"I can change places, too."

Ye Qing didn't say any more, he smiled and said: "Let's go, go home and eat boiled mutton!"

Back in the urban area, Luo Hao first parked the car back in the community, and then walked with Ye Qing to a hot-boiled mutton restaurant 500 meters away.

This mutton mutton restaurant is quite famous. When the two went there, it was meal time, and they waited for half an hour for the table to be turned over.

The meal was a bit dull, Ye Qing wanted to break the deadlock several times but Luo Hao directly ignored it, but he drank quite a lot of liquor, the two of them finished two bottles of liquor.

After paying the bill and leaving the restaurant, Luo Hao squatted directly on the ground, "Come up."

Ye Qing blushed and said, "I'm all watching, don't."

Luo Hao didn't wait for him to jump away, and directly reached out to grab his calf and forcefully pulled him onto his back, "Be honest, if you move around again, I'll carry you on your back for a walk in the downtown area."

Ye Qing half-closed his eyes and looked around. Fortunately, there were quite a few people watching but he didn't point fingers at them.

Putting his hand on Luo Hao's chest, Ye Qing rested his head on his shoulder, "I'll go to sleep first."

Ye Qing pounced on Luo Hao's neck with a little smell of wine in his breath, Luo Hao smiled bitterly, and asked, "Did you really sleep?"

"Sleep."

"Fell asleep?"

Ye Qing muttered, "It's on."

500 meters is not far away. With Luo Hao's speed, he can return to the community in less than 10 minutes at most, but today Luo Hao walked very slowly, and it took a full 10 minutes to carry Ye Qing back home.

Back home, Ye Qing on his back had already started to snore slightly, Luo Hao had no choice but to send him directly into the bedroom, undressed him, wiped his face and feet with a hot towel, and then covered him with the quilt good.

Touching Ye Qing's forehead, Luo Hao whispered, "Good night."

It was late at night, and the lights in the community were extinguished one by one, but Ye Qing suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the dark ceiling and sighed faintly: "Good night."