Kyoto
"Didn't Ye Yu catch it? What? Didn't you see it? Da Liu, Da Liu, your lying skills are really bad. Look at that grin on your face like a lotus flower, and you're still smiling!" A tower in the center of the city In a large building, an old man with white hair and a childish face was sipping tea and teaching the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile.
"Elder, I'm sorry. We arrived a step too late and Ye Yu ran away. You really can't blame me." The man smiled and raised his voice: "Other colleagues saw it. Elder, you can't Don’t believe them.”
"Hahaha, you kid." The old man pointed helplessly at the man. After thinking for a moment, the old man stretched out his hand to the man, which made the man a little confused.
"Don't pretend, I know he left a letter." The old man said angrily: "You accept benefits from others and you don't even recognize me as your old superior?"
"Heh heh heh... How dare you? I'm not afraid of bothering you." The man scratched his head and obediently handed over the letter left by Ye Yu.
"Oh... you..." the old man sighed. This kid is good at everything but too honest. This letter is so hot that he knows the pros and cons.
The old man pressed down the letter gently and nodded to indicate that the man could go out.
After the man resigned, the old man remained still, holding the letter with one hand, but there was a faint look of sullenness on his face.
"More than three hundred people are willing to die. Lu Yu, you really don't take human life seriously!"
Under the letter held by the old man, the glass coffee table broke into countless cracks, but never broke.
That's a six-star cultivator, the founder of a sect. You're plotting against someone like this, until they have no choice but to die for a solution?
The old man looked sad. He had only been sixty years old and he had already become like this. In the past, when leaders led people to launch a counterattack, the army and the people were united, but now it has become a situation where they are plotting against each other.
The old man calmed down and then opened the letter. There was a simple ordinary sentence lying on the yellowed paper. The old man grinned, but the handwriting was not very good.
That day, in the busy traffic of Kyoto, an old man dressed in simple clothes quietly slipped into the crowd.
In the inner hall of the Ye family, a middle-aged man stayed with the candlelight all year round. He got a strand of hair from nowhere. He could only hear him stroking the hair and murmuring: "Wan'er... Wan'er..."
In the dark room, only a flickering light could illuminate the man's face. What appeared on that face that had experienced vicissitudes of life were two deep tears.
"Ye Qingfeng, when will we see the truth?"
A sigh seemed to come from far away, but it was as close as if the man himself said it. As the words fell, a man in white stood in front of Ye Qingfeng, leaning on the altar table enshrining the tablets of the ancestors of the Ye family, and said with a half-smile.
Ye Qingfeng raised his head and looked at him in confusion, but he saw a face that was unfamiliar to him.
That is his face.
"Ye Qingfeng." Ye Qingfeng in white leaned down and said condescendingly: "It has only been a few years of wind, frost and snow, and it has turned into this? You who were once so high-spirited are now a sword on the wall and a clay statue eating candles and paper money. puppet?"
Ye Qingfeng held the strand of hair tightly in her hands, frowned and remained silent.
"With the most powerful fairy sword in the world to suppress demons in hand, Fengning City's formation is still running safely to this day. Ye Qingfeng, do you know what kind of person you are." Ye Qingfeng in white walked to Ye Behind Qingfeng, he shook his head slightly and said: "You are the pioneer who created the line of sword formation masters. You use swords as a formation to be both offensive and defensive. Ye Qingfeng, this is something that no one can ask for."
"So what." Ye Qingfeng said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
The man in white looked at Ye Qingfeng's dejected appearance and said softly: "If that's the case, why do you want to help that little guy again?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Ye Qingfeng!" The man in white suddenly raised his voice. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingfeng suddenly interrupted the man in white's aggressive lecture.
"I know you have always wanted to break through my heart. It has been like this since I got the Thunder Sword. What I do has nothing to do with you, and what I carry has nothing to do with you." Ye Qingfeng tightened his hair. His hand suddenly loosened, and the black hair in his hand fell into the candlelight and burned immediately.
Ye Qingfeng stood up and faced the man in white, with a heart that couldn't move a single ripple.
"You actually turned into a monster to fight against me." The man in white smiled, with a tear falling from the corner of his eye, "I thought you would never abandon your only thought."
During the conversation, the Thunder Master Sword, which represents the attribute of thunder, broke up with Ye Qingfeng without any warning.
The thunder sword broke away from Ye Qingfeng's ferry and fell to the ground. The sound of the collision of gold and stone echoed in the inner hall for a long time.
"It's just foreign objects, they are all false." Ye Qingfeng picked up the sword, but the thunder sword seemed to be extremely repulsive to Ye Qingfeng and did not want to be in his hands, struggling to emit blue thunder light.
Ye Qingfeng recited the sword formula silently, and Lei Jian became a little quieter.
Looking up, the man in white was gone.
"Qingfeng, thank you for your hard work."
The image of his father patting him on the shoulder twenty years ago is still vivid in his mind. He has spent more than twenty years here just to protect that adult's natal lamp.
It was not my original intention to part with my family.
Ye Qingfeng suddenly lay down and looked for the hair that had been blown to the side but had not been burned. Perhaps he did not even notice the two figures, one white and one blue, on the beams, looking at him silently. What you do.
"I think he has gone crazy." The man in white got a bottle of wine from nowhere and drank it hard.
The man wearing a blue robe with thunder patterns embroidered on it shook his head, "Actually, I never felt that he gave up. On the contrary, he may just not know the truth, but he didn't mean to turn a blind eye to the three children."
"Hey, Yu Huming, help others speak, that's fine." The man in white joked.
The man known as Yu Huming lowered his head and apologized: "I dare not, tell the truth."
The man in white glanced at Ye Qingfeng, who was kneeling on the ground collecting hair, and said, "What an infatuated person."
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In the fake city, Li Xiuzhen suppressed Hui with one hand, and the fire lotus spread all over the space and was distorted by the burning.
"Crazy!" The firelight reflected Li Xiuzhen's resolute face, and what Li Xiuzhen saw in his eyes was a sea of fire.
Li Xiuzhen, who had broken his arm, staggered away. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he was just walking aimlessly. Chen Zheng caught up with Li Xiuzhen and wanted to help him, but Li Xiuzhen threw him away and angrily yelled: "Go and do your thing."
Chen Zheng's face was complicated and his lips trembled: "Are you really going to do this?"
Li Xiuzhen smiled sadly: "You won't understand. What we owe cannot be repaid. Right and wrong in the world are never as simple as what is written in the book."
Chen Zheng stood there, watching blankly as Li Xiuzhen walked further and further away.
There is a temple on Daojian Mountain. The incense is good. Wang Wan often goes to the temple to pray. Over time, he got to know the abbot of the temple. The abbot's surname is Li and he is about thirty years old.
The abbot, whose real name is Li Qingqu, often talks to Wang Wan for a long time, and Ye Yu is often mentioned in his conversation, which makes Wang Wan very puzzled. Li Qingqu occasionally lamented that the fate had not come yet, but Wang Wan was confused when he heard it.
The last time Li Qingqu saw Wang Wan, he was standing in front of the prayer wall. Li Qingqu asked Wang Wan if he regretted adopting Ye Yu.
Although she didn't know why she asked this question, Wang Wan still gave the answer she deserved as a mother.
"Amitabha." Buddha Li Qingqu sang, then changed the subject, and persuaded Wang Wandao to prepare a vegetarian meal in the temple tonight and come down the mountain later.
Wang Wan declined Li Qingqu's kindness because today was Ye Yu's birthday and she wanted to go back and cook a good meal for Ye Yu who came home from school.
Standing in front of the temple, Li Qingqu looked at Wang Wan's retreating figure, and could no longer hide the sadness in his eyes. How did the donor know that this time he would be farewell after going down the mountain.
Not long after, what happened to Ye Yuxin happened. Ye Yu left his hometown to pursue his career, Wang Wan died of a serious illness, and Ye Ziyu left his hometown to join the army.
It was another restless night. Li Qingqu sat in the main hall, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, listening to the wailing of the evil ghost, and his heart was as calm as water.
When dawn broke, a familiar figure finally appeared at the door of the hall.
"You came."
Li Qingqu stood up and looked at that, no, or rather those three Li Xiuzhen.
"Yes, here we come."
The young-looking Li Xiuzhen broke his arm and smiled miserably.
The old-looking Li Xiuzhen frowned slightly, but suddenly relaxed after seeing Li Qingqu.
The last one, Li Xiuzhen, who was covered in blood, looked like a middle-aged man.
"Donor Li, it's been almost ten years, it's time to return your wish." Li Qingqu saluted with a Namaste, and Li Xiuzhen, who looked like a middle-aged man, returned the salute with his hands clasped together.
"No matter how big the chessboard is, it will come to an end." Middle-aged Li Xiuzhen said with a smile.
Hearing this, Li Qingqu couldn't help but think highly of the Taoist in front of him, and then stretched out his hand to indicate entering the inner hall.
Entering the inner hall, the three Li Xiuzhen gradually merged into one. Li Qingqu didn't look back and asked casually: "What do you think of that boy Ye Yu?"
Li Xiuzhen looked at the golden Buddha statues on the left and right sides, and smiled when he heard this, "There is no shame in losing to him."
Li Qingqu curled his lips: "You can fight against a broken sword of the Sword Immortal and a crushing object with only one-third of your strength. Daozhang Li's words are a bit self-effacing."
Li Xiuzhen didn't speak. He was used to the way this eccentric abbot spoke.
"When was the last time we met?" Li Qingqu stood in front of the door deep in the inner hall, turned around and asked.
"Abbott's memory is indeed not very good. The last time we met was..." Li Xiuzhen suddenly remembered something in the middle of his words and choked on his words.
Li Qingqu narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "You must have forgotten why I helped you."
After saying that, the robe Li Qingqu wore was windless and the Buddha's light suddenly overflowed in the corridor along the way, and a long golden road spread under the feet of the two of them.
"Those beasts in Kyoto, think they can do whatever they want with the protection of their ancestors?" Li Qingqu conjured up a tin staff and struck it with a heavy pestle, and the light suddenly shone in all directions. The birds in the Inverted Sword Mountain flew up in fright, and the Shuiyang River made waves.
"Give me the answer after you think about it, Li Xiuzhen, I won't give you a second chance to regret it."
After saying that, Li Qingqu turned around and opened the door, revealing tens of thousands of scriptures in the house.
"Friend Qingdao, why have you come to this?" Li Xiuzhen's heart-quenching fire appeared in his hands, and he said solemnly with a solemn expression: "I have awakened and will never regret it."
Li Qingqu glanced back at Li Xiuzhen and asked casually: "How many mental images can be created now?"
"Three hundred and twelve."
"Can I have one more?"
Li Xiuzhen shook his head: "No more."
Li Qingqu looked up at the sky and lamented: "It's destiny."
It turned out that even after Ye Yuxin's death, Li Xiuzhen had already regretted his inaction that day. Stubbornly, he stepped into the door of the temple for the first time and begged the person he didn't want to see.
Li Qingqu, the tenth guardian of Fenning City since Ye Qingfeng and Liu Zong.
Li Qingqu has a loose personality, but he is also the type of cultivator with the strictest rules. During his guarding of Fengning City for only a few years, he suppressed Hui and was unable to move. He also led the formation left by Ye Qingfeng to kill Hui for two hundred years. Cultivation!
It was because of his presence that Fengning was able to be in peace when Liu Cong and Li Xiuzhen took office. However, this weird monk refused to leave Fengning for a long time, and later built a temple on Daojian Mountain and lived there.
A spiritual master who was proficient in calculations and formations, he was also a man who couldn't bear to see the suffering in the world and opened the gate of Buddhism to cross the river with Li Xiuzhen.
Li Xiuzhen holds the Heart-Quenching Fire, but has never been able to find the method. This is largely due to the influence of the previous leader of the Fengming Sect who died in battle.
After closing the door and speaking their own language, Li Xiuzhen had a frank conversation and immediately used Buddhist magical powers to divide Li Xiuzhen into three minds: past, present and future.
The most arrogant person suppressed regrets in the past, and now wanders around the world casually. What Li Xiuzhen and Li Qingqu are betting on is whether the future mind can understand the magical power of quenching the heart fire.
The future Li Xiuzhen lived up to their expectations and finally understood the power of the heart-quenching fire a year later.
It is a magical power called "Hundred Forms". People who hold the heart-quenching fire can create one "self" after another through the evolution in their hearts. Each self is himself, but does not belong to himself.
"What are you going to do if Ye Yu comes back for revenge in the future?" Li Qingqu looked at Li Xiuzhen and suddenly asked.
"Since I planted the cause, I will naturally bear the consequences." Li Xiuzhen smiled.
"So you were betting on whether Ye Yu could save the more than 300 souls in Zhizhu Lane?" Li Qingqu lit the sandalwood and quietly inserted it into the incense burner.
"If he saves them, I will naturally let go of my past." Li Xiuzhen looked at the Buddhist scriptures and said without raising his head.
Li Qingqu glanced at Li Xiuzhen, who was looking down at the Buddhist scriptures, and his eyes became more compassionate.
Kind people will lose from the beginning. In order to make up for his mistakes, Li Xiuzhen wanted to create Ye Yuxin's mind from the beginning to resurrect Ye Yuxin. As for those three hundred and twelve minds, he must have guessed that Lu Yu would let those monks commit suicide in order to make Ye Yu win with a clear conscience.
"What should we do next? The heart-quenching fire is gone, right?" Li Qingqu poured two cups of tea and approached Li Xiuzhen and said.
"I can't do anything in three parts, and my temper changes from time to time. But fortunately, I finally bowed my head and Ye Yu's life was saved." Li Xiuzhen took the tea and thanked him: "It's all over now. , I can rest assured."
Li Qingqu drank tea, but his peripheral vision was still focused on Li Xiuzhen: "Although Ye Yu can survive, he has become a disabled person."
Li Xiuzhen was noncommittal: "It's better than dying."
After saying that, the two of them stopped talking, and there was only the sound of turning books in the room.
"Friends from Qingdao haven't told me why they want to help Ye Yu like this."
Li Xiuzhen flipped through the book and said coldly.
"I've seen a woman climb a mountain to pray for others." Li Qingqu stood by the window and looked at the rising sun, feeling as if there were some things he didn't want to say.
"Oh?" Li Xiuzhen was confused.
"She came three hundred and fifteen times and prayed for everyone in Zhizhu Lane."
Li Qingqu grabbed the window sill, veins popped out in his hands, and he was a little embarrassed: "She prayed for everyone except herself. The last time I saw her, she prayed for her son."
After saying that, Li Qingqu turned around and gritted his teeth and said: "How did such a good person end up like this?"
Li Qingqu is a spiritual formation master recognized by all the formation masters in the world as having the highest theoretical limit.
Just because his formation "Human Painting" is created using various emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy as the pen, using the lake in the heart as the paper, and using what he sees and hears as the carrier.
This also determines the reason why Li Qingqu, despite his loose personality, has to experience in the world of mortals.
The incident about Wang Wan was a lingering regret in Li Qingqu's heart.
Li Xiuzhen couldn't help but recall Ye Yu's words, and blurted out: "Each of us is the biggest criminal in the world."
Li Qingqu probably didn't expect that Li Xiuzhen would say such a thing, so he was stunned and then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Li Qingqu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked solemn and said word by word: "Then let's atone for our sins."
Li Xiuzhen stood up, with one body and three hearts. The future heart held the heart-quenching fire tightly in his hand, and the fire lotus overflowed and showed various appearances.
"Amitabha, go."
Li Qingqu waved his hand, and more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings flew up. The scrolls carrying the scriptures flew around the room. Each page of the scriptures shone brightly, and more than three hundred figures gradually took shape.
"Come back and see your families."
Li Qingqu recited scriptures silently, and the countless Buddha statues in the back hall where they came were shining with light once again paved a corridor of light, and the souls of the dead who had committed suicide were walking along the corridor step by step.
As the soul returned to its place, Li Xiuzhen cut off the connection between Baixiang and himself in his heart, pinched his hands several times, and sent all the more than 300 cultivators outside Fengning City.
At this time, Ye Yu had been taken away from Fengning by Liu Cong and others. Apart from himself and Li Qingqu, there was no one else in Fengning City.
The entire Feng Ning was like a balance that had lost its balance, quickly tilting towards the demon.
"I've been bothering you for so long, so I'll take my leave." Li Xiuzhen said goodbye as he looked at the remaining halo of the monks who were teleported away.
"See you again if we are destined." Li Qingqu sat on the floor and said with a smile.
Li Xiuzhen nodded and reached the top of Inverted Sword Mountain in one step.
On this day, Li Xiuzhen single-handedly shook the huge balance of Fenning City.
Xu Chuan, Liu Zong, Li Qingqu, and Chen Zheng stood on each of the four directions of Fengning City in the southeast, northwest, and tacitly raised the formation to suppress the demon for Li Xiuzhen.
For thousands of years, there have been countless disputes caused by different factions, positions, and teachers among monks, but there has never been any disagreement on one thing.
The four six-star strangers in four directions said in unison.
"May the mountains and rivers of the world be well."
