When I met Zhang Yong this time, it can be said that his temperament changed drastically.
It is normal to have such changes due to sudden changes.
But... I always feel like something is wrong.
Just like when I first saw him outside the secret realm of Tianfu, although he acted introverted and cowardly, he was very consistent with his identity as a descendant of a declining noble family.
But I always feel uncomfortable for no reason.
This "uncomfortable" does not mean that Jiang Wang has any opinions or bad impressions about him.
It happened that he had a very good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.
It's just that he subconsciously felt that it was not appropriate and natural enough.
It's like the person's state at that time was a bit disharmonious. At this moment, this Zhang Yong, who was standing in a broken body, although sad, lifeless, wary, and painful, Jiang Wang had a strange feeling that this was the real him.
There is no logical reason, just the most direct feeling.
In any case, since it was judged that there was no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang would not stay here and continue to waste time.
Yang State is located in the northwest of Qi State. The driver is a good driver and the driver is a horse.
With the name of the Chongxuan family, the carriage moved forward smoothly and steadily.
Jiang Wang was sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes and practicing.
…
Maple Forest City.
Almost all the vitality has been extinguished, and only a weak fire of life is burning in the body of a haggard person.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The meaning of time seems to have been lost in Maplewood City. The only thing that can prove the passage of time is probably the almost endless tomb behind this person...
He alone buried them all.
He remembered that this should be the land of the Wang clan.
Hehe, which place in Maplewood City doesn't he know?
How many years has he lived here?
Memory is such a tormenting thing.
Linghe trudged through the ruins,
The erosion of the netherworld's aura may have taken his life long ago, but for some reason, he was always hanging on.
That breath was not breathing air, but a wisp of black and yellow air floating in the Tongtian Palace.
Ling He didn't know that it was the energy of merit brought by his use of the Sutra of Saving the Sufferings to save the dead.
The upper part is black and the lower part is yellow, which is the color of heaven and earth.
All he knew was that he was alive.
Since you are still alive, you have to do something and finish something.
He is a persistent and perseverant person.
It is precisely because of this perseverance that his practice has never fallen far behind.
Linghe couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had piled up.
He just walked forward, saw the corpse, let it rest in the ground, and chanted sutras for salvation.
So, over and over again.
He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang family, which was probably the residence of the most neglected clan member.
But Linghe wouldn't care about this. He never cares about wealth, poverty, dignity, beauty or ugliness. He is what Zhao Rucheng calls a "bad guy".
The strange thing is that the most people seem to have died here.
They did not die from a disaster, but from some powerful force. They were killed almost instantly without any resistance.
Ling He pursed his dry lips.
Start digging holes.
Buried along the way, tombs built along the way.
There was a small courtyard in front of me. Unexpectedly, in a disaster of that scale, most of the houses collapsed.
Only this small courtyard is still intact.
But it was deserted after all.
Ling He pushed the door open and walked in. The first thing he saw was the putrid corpse of the orange cat.
This kind of corpse smell is nothing, he has already got used to it these days.
What made him uncomfortable was the way the orange cat died - it must have been dismembered by someone.
This cruelty made him frown.
He thought for a while, dug a small pit, buried it, and recited scriptures for it.
Ling He continued to walk forward, entered the bedroom, and found Wang Changxiang's body lying on his back. Because of the successful practice, the body has not yet decayed.
The expression he saw on Wang Changxiang's face was something he had never seen on anyone's face during his journey here.
That expression was not too painful, but rather... reassuring?
Without thinking much, Ling He stepped forward and took Wang Changxiang's body out of the room, then dug a hole in the yard and buried him next to the orange cat.
After finishing all this, he turned around and looked around, and found a scripture that had fallen to the ground under the lounge chair in the yard.
It seemed that someone had turned it over halfway, but dropped it in a hurry.
The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.
Ling He looked at Wang Changxiang's grave and thought that the owner of the yard might not be Wang Changxiang, but he must be closely related to him.
Ling He stepped forward, picked up the scripture, and looked at the cover.
The book cover should have been made by the owner of the book himself, and it is very detailed and appropriate. On the cover of the book, written in a dignified and calm handwriting - "The Book of Saviors".
Ling He couldn't help but sit down on the recliner and began to read this scripture.
He was so tired, but the physical exhaustion wasn't too hard.
What is truly unbearable is the pain in my heart.
Every corpse he buried with his own hands seemed to tell him that those experiences were not nightmares.
It's something that actually happened and can never be undone.
Perhaps there is a way in the Taoist scriptures that can solve the helplessness of the soul.
Although the Book of Saviors itself does not contain magical powers, as a scripture and Taoist canon, it is the core classic of the Penglai Island lineage.
Its full name should be "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Immeasurable Human High Grade Miao Sutra".
This sutra is known as the head of the group of sutras, the sect of all dharma, and the source of all dharma realms.
Reciting this sutra is said to be able to eliminate natural disasters, protect emperors and protect the emperor from poison, and save the people. Men and women will be protected and live forever.
This is a teaching sutra, not a fundamental sutra for spiritual practice, so it is not top-secret.
The original version was of course full of magical powers, but the copy was not magical.
The real value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth explained in the scriptures. People with wisdom may be able to get something out of it.
Since ancient times, there have been many Taoist priests, great Confucians, and Zen masters who have limited scriptures and do not practice supernatural powers.
And those with profound knowledge often understand the secrets of the classics in one fell swoop, acquire great supernatural powers with great wisdom, and reach extraordinary heights in one step.
It is said that those who can read the "Sutra of Saving People" are said to be "immortal noble beings, immeasurable people, open the eight gates, flying to heaven. Sins, blessings, forbidden precepts, fate and destiny. Universal enlightenment, dead souls reborn. Body." To be reborn, go up to the heavens and hear about it.”
Of course, this is just a rumor, and no one has actually seen it.
On the contrary, the Penglai Island lineage's fundamental spiritual practice scripture, the "High Sage Taishang Yuchen Sutra", is indeed boundless in supernatural power.
Together with the "Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Sutra" of the Yujing Mountain lineage, the "Hunyuan Birth Sutra" and the "Kaihuang Mo Jie Sutra" of the Daluo Mountain lineage, they are ranked among the most powerful practices in the world.
The special thing about the scripture that Ling He obtained lies in the annotations written by the original owner of the scripture.
In his opinion, he must be an old Taoist priest with a bright head and poor scriptures. He does not know why he lives idle in the land of the Wang clan. He has a very deep understanding of Taoism, and his writing style is plain and far-reaching, which has the charm of Taoism.
Ling He didn't agree with some of the concepts, but he had to admit that the other party had some truth.
But the further back you turn, the more you feel a faint sense of depression.
"Perhaps, after reading the Bible to a certain extent, I have had a premonition of today's tragedy?"
The thoughts in Ling He's mind turned faintly,
He picked up a dead leaf as a bookmark, took the Taoist scripture with him, and left the courtyard.
Let’s continue to save the dead.
He decided to read two pages of scripture every day, explain his understanding, and confirm it with the comments on it.
This will be one of the rare moments of fun in these difficult days.
If he can still live.
Lewen
