Whether it is the middle-aged monk or the devil on the high platform, they all care about this majestic city. Ever since the abbot of the temple was forced to death by a group of powerful people.
He became the abbot as a matter of course, until he later met the master he thought was his destiny, who turned him from a Buddha into a demon.
It gave him more strength to step into this majestic city and try to embrace this town.
Unfortunately, this city did not belong to him. When the boy woke up this sleeping town, the town communicated with the world and regained its independent consciousness.
For both Buddha and devil, he has wanted to be the master of this city for many years.
After meeting his master, he wants to destroy the town he cannot have.
Today, he finally walked into the city and cast a spell in front of the city lord's palace.
Unexpectedly, before the book of magic scripture was finished, the destined young man was waiting for him.
He looked up at the still hazy sky and saw that the demon dragon he had slashed turned into ashes all over the sky. He couldn't help but say, "You will regret destroying everything about me."
At this moment, the young man in the snow looked at the snow in the sky and said calmly: "You are thinking too much."
There is nothing in my eyes at this time, not even this world.
There was only a guqin in his heart, and the little girl who had entered the qin path in three days.
After all, demons are not humans. Even if they can peek into God's will and get a hint of good or bad omens, they cannot communicate with human nature. Demons without human nature will naturally not be able to understand the meaning of love in the world...
After using a formation to trap the demon in front of him, Li Xiuyuan suddenly changed his mind and did not intend to use this large formation to kill the demon above.
He wanted to sing a song on this windy and snowy day, playing it to this world and to the girl he used to be.
Before taking out the guqin, Li Xiuyuan murmured softly: "Sister, tell the man named Qin that I want this piece of music to reach under the Nine Netherworld."
Then he looked at the devil on the high platform and smiled, and an ancient guqin appeared in his hand.
As a result, Li Xiuyuan fell onto the snowflakes, just like sitting on a lotus platform.
As he slowly sat down, the snowflakes all over the sky suddenly stopped, and time seemed to have stopped... "Ding Dong!" sounded like a loving mother crying in the night...
Then, every snowflake in the sky began to tremble violently and danced at the sound.
Since ancient times, I have brought clear springs and flowing water from the mountains, and also brought a ray of breeze from the mountains. I want you to understand the gurgling water, and also want the breeze to blow your skirt...
Just "ding dong!" With a sound, the snowflakes in the wind resumed dancing, like a girl dancing with a sword in the wind, cutting out a drizzle of rain...
With a sound of "Chi!", a cold wind blew across the face of the demon on the high platform, taking away a piece of his flesh and blood.
"Ding dong!" A sound came into the flower hall of the city lord's palace, and Wang Lianhua sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground, like snowflakes in the sky turning into rain and falling on the ground.
He grabbed the corner of the table with one hand, pointed to the sky outside the tea room with the other, and let out a heartbreaking cry: "My Xiaoyu..."
When Zhuang Waner heard this, a tear of blood fell from the corner of her eyes. She collapsed on the ground and shouted in a daze: "My little butterfly..."
"Ding dong!" A sound made Huangfu Qingmei's chest hurt while walking in the wind and snow, as if he had been pierced by a divine arrow. His whole body was weak and he fell softly on the snow.
Pointing to a golden light in the sky, he burst into tears and screamed: "Give me back my daughter..."
Li Qiu Shui couldn't help but sigh when he heard this heart-rending piano sound: "Could it be that you have become a god?"
Ximen Lone Star, who had already led three thousand troops out of Ding'an City, felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife when he heard the piano, and he almost fell off his horse.
The crow lying on his shoulder frowned and said, "The sound of Li Xiuyuan's piano is more terrifying than that devil!"
A requiem that suppresses eternity came out of Li Xiuyuan's hand like a sword!
The snowflakes all over the sky changed color upon hearing it, and made a low echo, like countless spiritual swords vibrating in the wind...
The countless sword energy slashed out by the demon on the high platform were instantly
It rolled up into the snowy sky and was instantly torn into pieces by the snowflakes all over the sky and chopped into flying ash.
The demon on the high platform ignored the wounds on his face and shouted wildly: "Even if you practice the magic piano, you can't do anything to me, because my master is the god of this world."
In the wind and snow, Li Qiushui sighed quietly: "As my younger brother, you are indeed not a mortal."
There was a hint of blood red at the corner of Huangfu Qingmei's mouth. She looked up at the sky and saw the billions of snowflakes falling from the sky. Thinking of her missing relatives, she couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
She held Li Qiushui's hand and cried: "Sister, it took me a lifetime to understand... I finally lost him."
Crying blood, he then stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the golden light in the sky.
Above the Forgotten River, it was a sunny moment at noon.
Po Meng, who was cooking soup on the bridge, summoned King Qin Guang who was under the Nine Netherworlds. She looked at him and smiled bitterly: "My brother wants to use a divine song to lead directly to your Nine Netherworlds..."
The Tenth Palace King of Hell, dressed in black, listened intently, his expression changed upon hearing this, but he could do nothing.
He murmured back: "There are thousands of creatures in the world. How much blood can he vomit? After drinking your soup, the divine song will go straight into the Nine Netherworld. How many people can understand it?"
Even so, he couldn't help but flick his sleeves, and a golden light penetrated the sky and the earth, building a golden bridge between Jiuyou and the sky of Ding'an City...
Suddenly, the flying flowers above the Forgotten River turned into the elves with the sound of the piano, and went under the Nine Netherworld...
In Ding'an City, Li Xiuyuan fell into the snow and did not vomit blood, but two drops of blood and tears quietly fell from his eyes. In just an instant, the white snow on the ground was dyed red...
A divine song can suppress the eternity, not to mention suppress the demons on the high platform, and soothe the undead under the Nine Netherworld...
Po Meng looked at the young man sitting in the snow and couldn't help but take out her silk scarf and gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He said in a daze, "I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought that it was just a soul-stirring divine song that caused my brother, who already had the body of a saint, to end up with blood stains and blindness, right?"
King Qin Guang sighed deeply and said with a wry smile: "He has Buddha's eyes, mind, Dharma eyes, and a pair of saint's eyes. It's okay not to have these mortal eyes."
Po Meng said quietly: "Only I can listen to what you say. If little Ling'er hears it, I will have to fight with you."
King Qin Guang was shocked when he heard this: "You must not let her know about this. She will not have many days here."
Po Meng sighed: "Why is my brother so miserable?"
King Guang of Qin looked up at the sky and said to himself: "If he wants to become a saint, what does all this suffering mean?"
Pulling Wang Lianhua, Zhuang Waner walked out of the flower hall.
Stretch out your palms toward the sky, trying to catch the falling snowflakes.
However, what fell now was no longer a bunch of snowflakes, but a majestic and terrifying force, but a saint's will to suppress the eternal.
Thick snow clouds covered Ding'an City, but a golden light penetrated the sky and the earth and reached the top of the young man's head.
That majestic power came from the sky, and also from the young man who fell on the snow in front of the city lord's mansion.
The power of a saint coming to the world was beyond what a monk like Zhuang Wan'er could bear, so a snowflake crushed her to the ground again.
She was so shocked that she murmured to herself: "My dear, these snowflakes are so heavy."
This majestic force fell on the high platform outside the city lord's palace, suppressing the rampaging demon to death, making him unable to swing the magic sword in his hand again.
He was so angry that he yelled: "God, you are unfair!"
The thick snow clouds in the sky were torn open in an instant, and a golden light fell down, just like a golden face blooming on Li Xiuyuan's head.
It was the face of a girl. With a sad look on her face, the girl looked quietly at the young man on the ground and her relatives in Ding'an City...
The place where the golden light falls is Ding'an City.
The other place that the golden light leads to is the Jiuyou land under the Wangchuan River.
Fall into the city
Wang Lian looked at the sky outside the flower hall of the main palace and saw that magical picture. A golden light fell from the flying snow in the sky. The girl's face in the golden light was her daughter.
"My son..." Wang Lianhua screamed and fainted on the spot.
In desperation, Zhuang Waner had no choice but to reach out to support Wang Lianhua, put her hand on her back, and murmured: "Lend your magical power to find my baby..."
A ray of golden light fell from the sky, shining on the long street, sweeping away the filthy atmosphere in Ding'an City, and gradually, it was covered with a layer of holy golden light.
The snowflakes flying in the sky turned golden at this moment.
The sword of golden light, like thousands of spiritual swords, slashed at the demon on the high platform...
This is the power of heaven.
This is also the power of a saint that is in harmony with heaven.
Li Qiuyu stood in the wind and snow, her blue silk skirt swaying gently.
She didn't dare to reach out to pick up the snowflakes, because she felt the sadness and solemnity of the music coming from the wind.
She was praying here for the dead, for Xiaobao's father, for the girl in the city lord's mansion, and for the more disappearing lives in the city.
Just like the moment before, Li Xiuyuan was reciting Buddhist scriptures in the wind and snow.
May all living beings no longer be sad, may the deceased rest in peace and enter reincarnation as soon as possible.
She never thought that there was someone in the world who could play this divine song that could suppress the heaven and earth in such an understatement, just like the Buddhas in the Buddhist temple holding flowers with their hands.
She saw the young man under the high platform in front of the city lord's mansion, and then she exclaimed.
She exclaimed and said to Huangfu Qingmei: "It's bad, my brother's eyes are bleeding with golden blood... I'm afraid he will become blind."
Li Xiuyuan in the snow has forgotten this world, and is just concentrating on playing a guqin from ancient times, from the Tianshan Mountains.
In his eyes, in the apricot orchard on the Fuchun River, the girl who lost her father played the music over and over again, just to get revenge one day.
In his eyes, the girl named Xiao Yu, who was in the drunken wine shop, only spent three days to enter the piano.
At this time, what was flowing from the corner of his eyes was not only blood, but also a touch of saintly intention.
Snowflakes all over the sky danced wildly at this moment, flying up to the high platform and slashing at the madly roaring demon like a spiritual sword at high speed.
The roar of the demon became more and more shrill.
Billions of snowflakes turned into countless golden spiritual swords and slashed at the demon, just like when Li Xiuyuan cut the dragon into a skeleton under the abyss with the sword of flowers.
The golden light falling from the cracks in the clouds fell on these cicada-like snowflakes and slashed at the demon on the high platform.
Just above the high building sign of the City Lord's Mansion, under the gaze of the flying eagles in the eagle's nest.
The demon on the high platform was chopped off by thousands of spiritual swords one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a struggling skeleton.
A powerful breath of heaven and earth danced along with the snowflakes all over the sky, dancing along with this divine song that suppressed the eternity.
Covering this majestic city, a brand new world glows under the golden light of the sky.
Snowflakes were still falling all over the sky, and golden light shone on the young man's body and the guqin in front of him.
The wind and snow in the sky were no longer cold, and a pair of golden hands gently touched the young man's face, as if whispering: "Is this you, master?"
With a ding-dong sound, a new sound appeared on the guqin.
A clear spring traveled through time and space, coming from the mountain under the Nine Netherworld. In an instant, it flowed gently on the guqin,
This chapter is to commemorate the girl who heard the Tao and became a Taoist. Although this is a human tragedy, I don’t know how I will write about Xiao Yu in the future.
