sun and moon return

After dealing with the affairs in the temple, it was already two days later that Zheli's eyes were fully restored, and Feidao's hands were almost healed.

Shengquan Temple seemed to be as calm as ever, with pilgrims constantly coming.

Zheli Tongfeidao passed through the Daxiong Palace, and the inside of the hall was peaceful, and the sudden feeling like a light on his back finally disappeared.

There are so many pilgrims outside, and there are all kinds of beings, everything seems to have not changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

After Dao Yan passed away, Du Yan took over as the abbot. The person who used to be calm and pretentious, seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and became a little more amiable.

In the monastery, Du Yan told Old Man Liu about Liu Shusheng's back and forth, and handed him the first statue of a saintess that Liu Shusheng carved.

The old man who got the truth cried like a child. He stood up and beat and scolded Du Yan. After Du Yan let him vent, the old man hugged the statue and left Shengquan Temple in a daze.

Zheli and Feidao stood outside the courtyard, Du Yan came out and saluted the two of them.

"Did Master already know that Master Daoyan uses mountain spirits to draw power?" Zheli asked him.

Du Yan smiled wryly and nodded: "If I had been more decisive back then, I'm afraid things wouldn't have turned out like this... The poor monk was wrong..."

"Everything has animism and should not be desecrated. If you try to use it in vain, you will suffer backlash." Feidao said, "It's not all your fault that people are extra fragile in the face of desire."

Du Yan recited a Buddhist name to him.

The disciple came from outside and bowed to the three of them: "Abbot, two guests, Madam Zhou is outside, I would like to meet you two."

After bidding farewell to Du Yan, Zhe Li and Fei Dao went to Mrs. Zhou's place. She was much lighter, her face was haggard, her abdomen was flat, and the light in her eyes had dissipated.

"At first I was thinking of going to the Zhou mansion to visit my wife in these two days." Zheli greeted her.

Mrs. Zhou forced a smile: "Thank you, both of you... I heard that Master Daoyan passed away, and he was kind to me. I came to participate in his ritual. I heard the little master said that the two of you will leave soon, so I thought about it." See you later."

Her eyes were red again.

"Mrs. Zhou, my condolences." Zhe Li wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.

"Perhaps there is God's will in the dark." Mrs. Zhou took out her handkerchief and wiped away her tears, "When I was 12 years old, the whole village was killed by bandits. I was not in the village at the time, so I escaped. After returning home, the few surviving people in the village buried everyone’s bodies and found that there was no body of my aunt, so I thought that my aunt might have escaped the same disaster as me.”

"Later, I wandered all the way with a few fellow villagers, and found a brocade weaving job in a nearby town. When delivering goods to the shop, I met Zhou Jing. He was the escort responsible for delivering goods to merchants."

"At that time, when I took him back to my hometown to pay homage to his parents, I should have noticed his abnormality..."

Mrs. Zhou pressed her eyes and said in pain: "He has blood from a dozen families in our village on his hands. How dare he... how could he..."

"Ma'am, let the past be the past." Zhe Li comforted softly.

"It's a pity that I have a child in my womb..." She sobbed softly, "No matter how much Zhou Jing murdered, the child is innocent. I still couldn't keep him..."

"Perhaps you still lack some fate with this child, but you will definitely get married again in the future." Zheli comforted her.

Mrs. Zhou shook her head with tears in her eyes: "No, I have already decided that I will cut off my hair and become a nun after the family affairs are settled."

After sending off Mrs. Zhou, Feidao took the gift and went to the source of the holy spring again.

The breeze blows away the dark clouds, and among the vast mountains, the mist is like thousands of layers of veils, covering the bright colors of the mountains and rivers.The moist mist is like the wet eyes of a [-]-year-old girl, clear and moist.

It has been raining continuously for several days, and today I can finally see the Golden Crow showing its face again.

After greeting the disciples guarding the mountain, the two came to the source of the holy spring, and Feidao poured spiritual power into the stone. After a while, the spirit of the mountain appeared in front of them, still indifferent and beautiful.

"Shanling, something happened in the southeast area?" Feidao asked.

Zheli was a little surprised, remembering that before, Feidao also asked Mrs. Zhou if she had been to the southeast direction.

Shan Ling nodded.

"Is it something you can't control?"

Shan Ling was silent.

Shengquan Temple is still some distance away from the dense forest in the southeast. I am afraid that the mountain spirit does not know much. Thinking of this, Feidao stopped asking, and the mountain spirit disappeared.

After asking the spirit of the mountain, the two came outside the archway, the wind blew the weeds at their feet, the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain were filled with smoke, and the distant mountains were filled with mist.

It is already a little bit cold season.

Feidao stood in front of the archway, looking at the distant mountains, not knowing what to think.

"Master?" Zheli stood beside him, looking at the rolling mountains, and asked curiously, "Why is Zhou Jing haunted by that illusion?"

"Daoyan draws energy from the spirit of the mountain, so he must build the connection between the world and the spirit of the mountain. Liu Shusheng should be a rare special case, because of him, Daoyan really found a way to build a connection, and that is the statue carved by Liu Shusheng. "Fei Dao will tell the ins and outs of the future.

"He can see the mountain spirit, maybe this is the reason why the mountain spirit chose him. After the mountain spirit attached to Liu Shusheng, the statue of the saint carved by Liu Shusheng left the power of the mountain spirit. Like giving to pilgrims."

"Just like the power left by the mountain spirit in the Great Hall of the Great Hero, everything that retains her power will form a special energy field to affect people's perception."

"Zhou Jing has committed a lot of crimes. It must have been influenced by the statue of the saint, which led to the most terrifying nightmare in his heart. He probably was sincere to Mrs. Zhou, but it was also true that he killed Mrs. Zhou's family. He was afraid day and night. Mrs. Zhou knows the truth and will leave him, so she has a heart demon."

"Mrs. Zhou's aunt may have been transformed by the power of the mountain spirit, or it may have been transformed by Zhou Jing's inner demons. In short, it was his catastrophe."

Zheli frowned: "It's a pity, such a happy family..."

Feidao glanced at Zheli, feeling a little heavy for some reason.

After a long time, Feidao asked Zheli: "Even if they are happy, there is an irreparable hatred between them. If you are Mrs. Zhou, and you know that the person you have loved for many years is actually your enemy, it is a lifetime of nightmares, and you will die again." How?"

The master talked a lot today.

Zheli was a little surprised, he seemed to be particularly concerned about this matter.

Zheli thought about it, and felt the pain of Mrs. Zhou: "If I were Mrs. Zhou...it must be extremely painful, and I can't forgive it."

Infernal gaze lowered.

Zheli also thought of what he saw when he and Feidao fell into the illusion of mountain spirits in the Daxiong Palace that night.

"Heart demon."

The birds are singing in the empty mountains, and the warm sunshine is shining all over the earth.

He looked back at Fei and said, "Master, then whose demon are we entering in the Great Hall of Great Heroes?"

Looking back at Feidao, the sun reflected in the boy's brown eyes, just like his heart, showing his desire for knowledge at this moment.

Feidao avoided for a moment, and he looked into the distance again: "Maybe it's just the illusion of the mountain spirit."

Zheli looked at the injustice, but seemed to confirm it.

In the whispers, the forest of thousands of steles in the mass grave, the engraved names, the blood-stained lake, and the person who sank to the bottom of the lake without calling for help...

Whose heart demon seems to be self-evident.

"After the battle of exterminating demons, the elder brother died in battle, and your master was hit hard. After returning to Qingwu, he professed his five senses and sank into Tingyue Lake, not caring about world affairs."

master……

What is it that you have experienced that you have fallen into such despair and pain.In the battle of Rootless Valley, is there any hidden story?

Sensing Zheli's gaze, Feidao turned to look at him again: "Why?"

Zheli lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly. The master will definitely not tell himself, and he asked again: "Master, then, what happened to the southeast dense forest?"

Feidao's expression suddenly became serious: "It's just a guess. I heard that there has been a lot of trouble recently."

Zheli said "Oh".

He murmured in a low voice with dissatisfaction: "So the master went down the mountain to investigate the dense forest in the southeast, right?" He snorted softly, squinting at Fei, "What did you say to find me, probably just by the way."

"I didn't say I was looking for you." Feidao looked back at him, smiled and got off the stone platform first.

Zheli stood on the stone platform and was still muttering.

Feidao stood under the stone platform and looked at the distant mountains.

There was silence all around, Zorei closed his mouth at some point.

Both of them were immersed in the landscape in front of them.

Feidao turned around slowly, the slightly stern face was obviously not smiling, but the moment he saw Zheli, his eyes showed endless tenderness, and the tenderness spread to the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand.

Reach out to Zheli.

This moment seemed to be frozen in Zheli's mind, and his appearance was printed in his clear eyes.

In the continuous, infinite, and gentle mist, in the infiltrated black color of the landscape, Feidao took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and held Zheli's wrist: "Let's go, it's time to leave."