Returning to Qiongju Enclave, Jing Yingrong went straight into his cave.
She closed her eyes gently, and when she opened them, her pupils had turned into clear silver.
Bizarre colors flowed in his pupils. Mountains, rivers, deep valleys, oceans, forests, deserts... endless landscapes change in an instant. Then, there were traces of people, towns, sects, roads... Various scenes of human life flashed by quickly.
Her eyes reflected the world.
Guided by Wang Zhengde's aura, the flow of colorful light and shadow in the beady pupils gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in a city. The picture was enlarged and enlarged again, revealing a building with cornices and brackets in the city.
The building continued to zoom in, and it was fixed on the gap in the window pane on the third floor. In the gap, there was a scene of Wang Zhengde talking to a man in a long gown.
Jing Yingrong closed her eyes again, then opened them again, and her eyes returned to jet black.
She whispered in the sea of consciousness: "Found it."
After saying that, she moved and appeared outside the building in that city.
Ji Yanzhu read the words on the door plaque of the building: "Thousands of eyes and ears? What is it for?"
Jijie Pen: "It's similar to a place like Wanshitong, where people find people, find things, and get information."
Jing Yingrong probed his consciousness to the third level.
Wang Zhengde bowed his body with a sad look on his face, as if he had aged many years.
"Fellow Daoist Xing, if you have any news, even if you are not sure whether it is true or not, please inform me."
he pleaded to the man in the long robe.
The other party was troubled and said: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wang, we will definitely inform you if there is any news, and you don't have to come here all the time to inquire. However, after all, it has been so long, I'm afraid... Well, you have to be mentally prepared. Prepare."
Wang Zhengde lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, and he said continuously: "I know, I know..."
On the table behind the two of them, there are several portraits. The portraits are all of a child, either from the front or from the side. The movements and expressions are different, but from the appearance, it is obviously the same person.
Jing Yingrong used his spiritual consciousness to "print" the portrait, and it appeared in the sea of consciousness.
Ji Jie Bi: "It should be that child."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Ji Sha Jian: "Give him the body and this matter is over."
Jing Yingrong did not respond.
Ji Sha Jian: "What's wrong?"
Jing Yingrong: "Should I tell him?"
Ji Sha Jian: "Isn't it right?"
Ji Jie Bi: "You are hesitating because you don't know whether it is better to let him know the truth or to always have a glimmer of hope, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yes."
The three spirits fell into silence.
After a long time, Ji Yanzhu said: "Mirror, you would never have had such doubts before."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Ji Sha Jian: "Then what do you think?"
Jing Yingrong was thoughtful and did not answer.
Ji Jie Bi: "It's okay, no matter what you do, you are not wrong."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
She ended her thinking and said, "I decided to tell him, but I have to do one thing first."
…
Not long after Wang Zhengde returned to his residence, he received a spiritual message from the man in the long gown.
He and his Taoist companion hurried to the Thousand Eyes and Ten Thousand Ears Pavilion. When the man in the long gown saw them, he sighed heavily.
"You two, we have found your son."
The two of them were happy at first, but the expression and tone of the man in the long gown made them uneasy.
Wang Zhengde clenched his sleeves and asked anxiously, "Where is he?"
The man in the long gown glanced at them, took a step back, and gave way to the large box behind him.
"There was someone knocking on the door just now. When I opened the door, I saw this thing but no one, and the master of this pavilion didn't find any trace of him. This box has the words 'Puppet God Sect' written on it. I opened it and took a look... Oh, it's still... Please grief."
After hearing the words of the man in the long gown, the blood drained from their faces. Wang Zhengde went to lift the lid of the box, but because his hands were shaking so violently, he had to lift it several times before finally opening it.
In the box, the child lay quietly on his side, wearing brand new clothes and shoes, with a clean and rosy face, eyes slightly closed, and a peaceful expression, as if he was asleep.
But, there is no breathing anymore.
Sad and painful cries echoed in the room.
Outside the building, Jing Yingrong stood in a deserted corner. She didn't leave until she heard crying.
After returning, she walked to the edge of the bay and sat down.
It was daytime at this time, the sky was overcast and there was no sun.
There was a little confusion between Jing Yingrong's brows.
Suddenly, the sea crab climbed up, stared at her with its small eyes, and crawled back again.
Jing Yingrong retracted her sight and looked forward, as if staring at the boundary between the sea and the sky, but her sight had no focus.
Ji Sha Jian: "How did you come up with the idea of cleaning, repairing, and dressing up the body before sending it over?"
Jing Yingrong: "I've seen it before."
Ji Sha Jian: "Have you ever seen anyone do such a thing?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Ji Jie Bi: "I have heard that there are people among mortals who specialize in this."
Ji Yanzhu: "But what's the point of this? If you're dead, you're dead. There's no difference in what you look like, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "They said that if you do this, the relatives of the deceased will not be too sad."
She frowned and said in a low voice: "But, he is still sad."
Ji Jie Bi: "Maybe if you don't do this, he will be more sad."
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Miso miso miso.
The sea crab climbed up again.
It held a smooth and colorful small stone in one of its pliers, and then placed the small stone at Jing Yingrong's feet.
Jing Yingrong looked at it, and it stared at Jing Yingrong.
Seeing that Jing Yingrong didn't move, it pushed the small stone towards Jing Yingrong again, and then touched her toes with pliers.
Jing Yingrong reached out and picked up the small stone, looking at it for a moment.
Ji Sha Sword: "What is this? I don't feel the spiritual energy."
The mirror reflects: "Stone."
Ji Sha Sword: "..."
Jing Yingrong put away the small stone and smiled lightly at it.
"Thanks."
The sea crab waved its large pincers at her twice and returned to the bay.
The clouds receded, and a ray of sunshine shone on the sea.
It's clearing up.
…
The Forbidden Land of Rotten Bone Swamp, in the underground cave near the Sea of Death.
There is nothing here except cocoons and bare rock walls.
A group of elders who were on a mission to exterminate the Puppet God Religion were gathered here at the moment. At the front stood the leader of Taichu Temple.
"Bahuangpan shows that the puppet ancestor's aura is completely cut off here. I searched around several times but found nothing."
The leading elder said to the leader.
The leader's eyes slowly swept over the rock wall, and he asked calmly: "Is this the situation when you came here?"
"Exactly, I didn't do anything else except check those cocoons."
The leader narrowed his eyes and said: "This place has been burned by fire, and it is probably right before you arrive."
"What?"
The elder was very surprised, "Well, why didn't we notice it at all?"
Leader: "It is an extremely top-level flame. Even if you have Mahayana cultivation, it is difficult to detect the clues."
