The sky is filled with silver flowers blooming.
That kind of light even suppressed the sun in the sky for a while, as if another silver sun had risen closer to the ground.
Even the people living in Jiangcheng could see that light.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Lewang Mansion had not issued an order to close the four gates of Jiangcheng early in the morning, the people of Jiangcheng would definitely have gone to find out. But now they can only stand on the roof of their house and try their best to look into the distance where the vision is coming from.
Prince Le, who had been bedridden all this time, forced himself to hold himself up and arrived at the highest observation tower in the palace. He was wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak and holding a warm teapot in his hand.
There was no blood on Prince Le's pale face, but the look in his eyes was still firm, but there was an air of indescribable exhaustion.
He stared at the silver-white sun rising in the distance for a long time, until his eyes hurt, he looked away and sighed:
"Summer insects cannot be compared to ice. Such a strange scene was created by just two or three people. It really makes people don't know whether to sigh or be afraid..."
Even though he is a powerful vassal king, in the eyes of those cultivators, he is just an ordinary mortal, no different from ordinary people.
"Your Majesty, it's windy upstairs. You'd better not stay any longer. It would be bad if you get caught in the wind."
The butler stood aside and said with concern on his face.
Prince Le did not speak. He still glanced at the distance with nostalgia for a few times, then turned around and prepared to go downstairs. Behind him was a blind man holding a knife, following the prince like a shadow.
"I'm not feeling well these days, and you are taking care of everything in the palace... Is there anything difficult happening?"
"Back to your lord, things have been relatively peaceful recently. The assassins who broke into the palace before have also found new clues. There's nothing else."
The housekeeper followed behind. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and answered carefully, for fear that he would make something wrong.
"Okay, thank you for your help. In the current situation, I can only trust an old man like you. I remember you have been in the palace for five years..."
Perhaps because of his physical weakness, Prince Le walked very slowly and his voice was very soft.
"Yes, yes, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have been here for five and a half years."
The butler nodded quickly. The fact that he has remained by Prince Le's side for so many years shows that he is not only loyal and reliable, but also very capable.
"There's a little thing I need you to do, but don't let anyone else know."
The housekeeper was startled. He quickly took two steps forward, lowered his body, and listened to Prince Le's instructions. He nodded while listening:
"Yes, don't worry, Your Majesty. I've written it down and will do it myself right away."
"Um."
Prince Le simply nodded and went back to his bedroom.
The butler stood there, with complicated expressions in his eyes. He was struggling with the battle between heaven and man for a long time, and finally made up his mind and firmed his eyes.
…
The silvery white light never faded. The five dragons were entangled with the catfish spirit and turned into a huge irregular sphere, with lightning pouring out from time to time.
"Amitabha."
Zen Master Fukong fell into the dust, and the Vajra Dharmakaya behind him also faded away little by little, and finally turned into a golden light all over the sky.
He closed his eyes tremblingly, and there were faint drops of blood dripping from the corners of his eyes.
The reason why it is not obvious is because Zen Master Fu Kong's face is already covered with blood, and it is not possible to tell whether there is bleeding from the corners of his eyes.
The large amount of energy and energy consumed made him feel as if he was suffering from a serious illness, which had drained away all his strength and energy, leaving only a sickly body.
Zen Master Fukong sat on the ground and rested for a long time before he tremblingly reached out and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeves.
He was almost exhausted, but he still raised his head and looked at the sky.
The silver-white sphere there is still changing, which means that the monster inside has not been completely eliminated and is still fighting against the majestic lightning.
I don't know why, but even though everything was coming to an end, the uneasiness in his heart didn't decrease at all, but became more and more.
"Amitabha……"
I hope he is just unfounded. If something unexpected happens in the current situation, he is really powerless and unable to help.
Xia Zhichan, who was far above the clouds, was also watching the ever-changing lightning sphere.
He didn't even wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, and the formation he finally constructed in front of him began to become illusory little by little, and signs of fragmentation began to appear from the edges.
It has reached its limit. The current formation with a radius of one foot can only release the five silver dragons. Even if it kills Xia Zhichan, it cannot unleash a more terrifying and powerful attack.
And in his current state, it is impossible to use it again, so he can only watch the formation collapse bit by bit, and finally absorb all the remaining lightning back into the cinnabar yellow talisman.
"Xia Zhichan, are you okay..."
Jiang Qin was standing behind him. She was tugging at the corner of the man's clothes. Her eyes were filled with worry. When she saw the blood at the corner of his mouth, she even knitted her brows together.
She was the one who contributed the least in this whole situation. Before, she helped Zen Master Fu Kong's Vajra Dharmakaya to contain the man in black. Later, she could only act as a cloud for Xia Zhichan, carrying him to high altitudes, and then she was completely without herself. thing.
Among the three people, she was the only one who could truly be said to be unscathed, and she didn't even consume much energy.
"It's fine……"
Xia Zhichan forced a smile and indicated that she was fine.
But when Jiang Qin didn't see it, he quietly glanced at the silver sphere that was still struggling in the air under his feet.
There was still a look of deep concern in his eyes.
According to the power analysis just now, the monster should have been eliminated, but the current thunder ball has not dissipated, which means that the monster inside is probably still alive.
Five electric dragons, couldn't they get rid of a monster at the top of his game?
Bang!
The irregular sphere composed of silver lightning has been constantly changing its shape, and from time to time a small arc of electricity pops up, exploding directly in mid-air.
Finally, under the gazes of Xia Zhichan and Zen Master Fu Kong, the ball of lightning began to shake its body and began to shrink little by little at a slight speed.
call……
Zen Master Fukong lowered his head, and the golden pupils in his eyes also dimmed, and finally lost all their brilliance, fading from the golden brilliance to ordinary gray-white pupils.
At the same time, in Lewang Mansion.
The golden light slowly rose from the ground, and then gradually condensed into the shape of a person. At first, it only had a vague appearance, but later it gradually became clear.
It is the novice novice monk Jingse.
He was lying on his side on the ground, snoring slightly and looking like he was just asleep.
The sun was still high outside, and some sunlight fell on his face through the window, but it did not wake him up. Instead, it seemed to cover him with a thick warm quilt.
"Hopefully it's all over..."
Xia Zhichan didn't even have the strength to stand. He sat down on the clouds. If it weren't for Jiang Qin standing behind him, he would have been lying on the clouds with a big character.
"It's good that it's over..."
Jiang Qin murmured, she opened her palms and stared at the handwriting that her master left for her before coming down the mountain. It seemed to be starting to fade a little, but she could still vaguely see what the words were.
She also followed Xia Zhichan's example, bending her knees and sitting on the clouds, as if everything was over without any sense of participation.
Before going down the mountain, she only knew how to practice, and her own cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds. From the beginning to the peak of entry, she encountered almost no obstacles. But Master always said that it was not because of her firm Taoism, but because of her simplicity that she was not in harmony with the world.
It wasn't until she went down the mountain this time and met many people and things that she discovered many emotions that she had never felt before.
She left home when she was very young and left the cold and strict palace.
Then she followed her master to practice Taoism on the top of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed. Even though her body had grown up, her heart was still as innocent and immature as a child's.
Master doesn't like it, but she doesn't understand. Obviously there are many disciples on Longhu Mountain who have been practicing Taoism on the mountain since childhood, and they are also pure and kind-hearted. Why can't they cultivate the Taoism?
She once asked Master, and Master gave her the answer: If you have not experienced all kinds of things in the world, you are not even a human being. If you are not even a human being, how can you become an immortal?
This is similar to the Buddhist idea of seeing through the world of mortals. It also requires you to experience the world of mortals first and taste the ups and downs of the world. Only in the end can you truly see through the world of mortals and achieve an untainted glass heart.
The young Jiang Qin didn't understand, but now that she's down the mountain, she's just beginning to understand.
"Let's go find Zen Master Fu Kong."
The reason why Xia Zhichan didn't leave immediately was because he planned to wait until the magic circle he constructed completely collapsed and the cinnabar yellow talisman inside was revealed, then take away the yellow talisman before leaving.
He watched as the extremely white ocean in front of him turned into foam, and then merged with the surrounding clouds. The area originally occupied by white began to return to its original color little by little.
The cinnabar yellow talisman emerged from the center of the formation. It swayed with the wind, but it was as unshakable as a mountain.
Ever since Xia Zhichan got the cinnabar yellow talisman, he didn't know how many thunder and lightnings he had activated through it, but the other party seemed to be a vast and boundless ocean, and Xia Zhichan only took out a scoop.
He stretched out his hand and took the cinnabar-yellow talisman that had completed the task in his hand. He looked it up and down and found that it was no different from when he first saw it.
When the white clouds fell to the ground, Xia Zhichan and the two came to Zen Master Fukong.
"Master, are you okay?"
Zen Master Fukong smiled and nodded. After wiping the blood from his face, he looked just a little weaker and a little pale.
"Xia Lingguan, I always feel that things are not over yet..."
Xia Zhichan also glanced sadly at the lightning ball that was still shrinking in the sky, and said in a comforting tone:
"There should be no accidents."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lightning sphere that had shrunk to a small size suddenly began to tremble violently, and a big bag bulged out from its irregular surface.
Bang!
A low crackling sound.
A bloody arm stretched out from the lightning ball.
If nothing unexpected happens...
Something happened.
