Time rewinds to a quarter of an hour ago. Square inch mountain.
Chen Luo was frowning as he watched the battle between Song Ci and the two plague demons in the sky. In the sycamore forest of Fangcun Mountain, suddenly a sycamore leaf fell off the tree, as if picked up by a breeze, and floated to Chen Luo's shoulder.
Just when Chen Luo was about to brush off the sycamore leaf, an "old" voice came into Chen Luo's soul: "Song Ci is in danger."
"Huh?" Chen Luo was excited and asked in confusion, "Master?"
"Song Ci used righteous energy to transform corpse energy, and he has already half-stepped into the world of ghost writing." Emperor Qinglong did not respond to Chen Luo, but continued, "He cannot be canonized in the human world, and this time he took action to avenge his death. "
Chen Luo's expression suddenly became solemn, but he also understood that transmitting messages to him through the sycamore leaves across the entire Southern Wilderness must have consumed a huge amount of money, and he couldn't just come to announce his funeral.
That means that I might have some role in this!
"Master, what can I do?"
"You can..." Emperor Qinglong continued to communicate with Chen Luo. Chen Luo's expression also changed from solemn to thinking, and finally his expression softened. After a moment, the sycamore leaves fell from Chen Luo's shoulders.
"Master Mastiff, I'm going out!" Chen Luo said to the mastiff Lingling, then quietly disappeared and left Fangcun Mountain.
a quarter of an hour later
In the sky, Song Ci, who had just killed the stumbling heel, felt that the righteousness in his body was rapidly dissipating.
To transform oneself into the Tao is to use righteousness to pave a smooth path on the long cable-seeking bridge. He could run a few steps forward on this smooth road, but if he couldn't reach the other side of the canonization, the road would eventually collapse.
This is the destined ending.
It is also the third way for Confucianism to seek death - "martyrdom", besides "bloody heart" and "opening peace".
Mencius said: If there is a way in the world, you will die for the way. If there is no way in the world, you will die with your life.
The moment when the righteousness is gone is the end of life.
However, he has no regrets!
Maybe Emperor Qinglong is right, there are still people in this world who can help him
But he couldn't do it by hiding in the dark, saying nothing, and watching the people return to their ancestors!
Having stayed with the dead for a long time, he has a thorough understanding of life and death.
The passing geese leave traces, the passing wind leaves a sound, as long as a person lives, so will the vegetation and autumn. Seeking for it is a "come and go"!
His holy way was suppressed by the moral defenders, and his works were not allowed to be published in elegant halls. Even if Cheng Nansong repeatedly pushed for it, Zuo Zuo was nothing more than a minor official.
Today, he will use his life to be a martyr!
Show the power of autopsy and the power of righteous law!
In the history books, when it comes to this bloodline tide, who dares to say that Song Ci is nameless, and who dares to say that the method of autopsy is disrespectful?
Lun!
The old-looking Song Ci looked around for a week. Now he still has some power left. He can still explode all the corpse energy at once and stop an opponent for the great scholar of the human race.
Who to choose?
No matter who I choose, from the moment I stood up today, I had no intention of living!
In the Southern Wilderness, remember, there is a great scholar named Song Ci!
Song Ci was about to say something when suddenly a careless voice came into Song Ci's ears.
"Senior Song, I am Chen Luo!"
"Don't seek death."
"My master said I can help you!"
Song Ci was stunned and immediately locked the direction from which the sound came. Then he slowly closed his eyes and allowed the corpse aura to spread, cutting off his life and falling from the sky...
In the middle of the journey, he slightly adjusted his falling trajectory, then relieved his weight in mid-air, and was finally caught by Chen Luo.
"Run!" An urging voice reached Chen Luo's ears. Chen Luo immediately carried Song Ci on his back and shouted while running -
"Bai Mo's articles depend on my greatness. If something happens to me, you will never see Qiwen again!"
"I came here to collect the body of Grandpa Song Ci. If you attack me, the Fang family will be the first to spare you!"
"Two clans are at war, don't kill and collect the corpses!"
"Grandpa King Jing, save me!"
"Grandpa, save me!"
"Elder brother, save me!"
Sensing Chen Luo's behavior, the atmosphere in Nanhuang suddenly became weird.
They didn't expect Chen Luo to appear in Southern Wasteland, but how could they do anything at this time!
Although the human race only has three guardians of the Tao, the question is, who knows whether the Holy Temple and the Tao Palace have gone far?
The heart of Confucianism, the heart of Taoism...
Just don’t mention it.
At this time, who wants to be the one who stands out?
The Nine Thousand Miles of Martial Arts is of great significance to the human race. If there is a chaotic war at this time, then some ancestor demons may be tempted, but now everyone is in a state of division, who dares to take action?
It’s not certain whether Chen Luo can be killed or not, but regardless of whether Chen Luo dies or not, the one who strikes first will definitely be defeated by the Confucian and Taoist families!
Besides, Chen Luo was right.
Bai Mo's article still depends on Chen Luo Avenue.
"The Legend of Wukong" contains the demon bloodline of a Heavenly Emperor. If it is written down, it is uncertain whether the human race will benefit more or the demon race will benefit more.
Now, Nanhuang's general view on Chen Luo is to try not to have him canonized!
In other words, under this situation, Chen Luo is absolutely safe in Nanhuang
Besides, the Song Ci he saved was a martyr. Even if his life was saved, his path was ended.
has no meaning!
Again, sometimes the human race really doesn’t have a clear mind! Why would a majestic master of martial arts save a dying person?
But having said that, this is also the first time for Wan Yao to see this master of martial arts whom he has heard about for a long time.
Why do you look so cowardly?
Is it necessary to shout so loudly?
Forget about Lao Jing Wang and Lang Feixian, what are you calling Qinglong Emperor?
Who do you want to scare?
The Qinglong Emperor is old and feeble, who is afraid of him! (Ke_Ke)
For a moment, the ancestor demons not only restrained their aura, but also became wary of their surroundings.
Don't let any fool come out to give Chen Luo a try, or be framed by other races.
That is really an injustice that cannot be washed away!
Just when the thoughts of the Xiangyao were whirling in their minds, Chen Luo shouted: "Ouch..."
The ancestor demons saw Chen Luo carrying Song Ci and fell heavily.
It wasn't Chen Luo who had a problem, it was Song Ci's injury that was too serious. While Chen Luo was running, he also used the red dust energy to suppress the corpse energy for Song Ci. The corpse energy contained the heel poison, which affected Chen Luo a little, and his feet went soft. , fell down.
Chen Luo quickly got up and checked Song Ci. Seeing that there was no serious problem, he felt relieved. He put Song Ci on his back again and shouted: "The shameless demon tribe unexpectedly attacked!"
"If you come again if you dare, I will kill you!"
The ancestral monsters of the Southern Wilderness:(¬_¬)/
Is there something wrong with you?
You don’t need an ancestral demon, even a great sage can tell that you fell down on your own!
Where did this sneak attack come from!
What nonsense are you talking about!
So tough on the air!
Don't those Confucian scholars in the Southern Wilderness say that martial artists are honest and honest and have a simple temperament?
Isn’t it said that warriors are brave and foolhardy and sincere?
How come you, the majestic Taoist master, are so innocent and evil out of thin air!
If you can't do it on your own, why are you blaming the uneven roads in Southern Wilderness?
Do you really think everyone is blind?
At this moment, Langfeixian asked leisurely: "Junior brother, can you see clearly who did it?"
Gan!
All the demon ancestors felt their heads buzzing. Confucianism!
Where is your integrity?
What's your bottom line?
What about the gentlemanly style you promised?
"Wolf clan!" Chen Luo blurted out!
Anyway, tigers and wolves are the enemies of the human race. If they don't take the blame, no one will.
Tiger Clan...well, forget it. Just choose the wolf clan!
At this time, Wolf, the ancestral demon of the wolf clan who had been launched into a group by King Lao Jing, immediately became furious.
No, no, impossible!
Wolf Wo said coldly: "Chen Luo, don't think that I don't dare to kill you!"
As soon as he said this, he heard another shout from Chen Luo--
"Ouch!" "Fuck!"
Chen Luo fell again!
Chen Luo immediately got up, carried Song Ci on his back again and ran wildly, shouting: "Grandpa, the ancestral demon of the wolf tribe wants to kill me!"
"Help!"
"Little Master Zhu, the demon clan is bullying the disciples of Zhulin!"
"If you were still here, you would definitely protect me!"
"I am the youngest closed disciple!"
"Master's wife, this disciple misses you so much..."
Hearing Chen Luo's cries for help becoming more and more outrageous, a cough finally came from the sycamore forest in the northwest of the southern wasteland.
"Ahem..."
"Stop making noise..."
"You run slower and no one will do anything to you!"
Although the words were vicissitudes of life, a faint coercion immediately covered the entire Southern Wilderness. The ancestor demon could not detect it, but the ancestor demon realm felt that the soul was slightly stagnant for a moment.
The faces of the ancestor demons were solemn.
Is this the power of the emperor demon?
The Qilin King conquers people with his virtue, but the Qinglong Emperor is too old and too old!
Sure enough, that’s right!
At this time, the Qinglong Emperor's voice sounded again: "Han Luli, Chen Xiyi, are you still not leaving?"
"I will protect Mr. Chen."
Hearing Qinglong Dixing's voice, all the ancestral demons in the Southern Wilderness were stunned.
Damn it!
Han Changli! Chen Xiyi!
These two killer embryos haven’t left yet?
Sure enough, even the Confucian and Taoist sects’ breathing was a fake action!
Do you dare to dig out your heart and dry it in the sun?
The dignified master of the Holy Hall and the master of the Taoist Palace were actually sneaking around.
What are your intentions! What do you want to do!
What about demeanor? What about pattern?
At the same time, the ancestor demons felt a chill in their hearts.
Fortunately, I was already wary of the human race and didn't take action just now!
Otherwise, whoever takes action will suffer!
At this moment, two laughters came from high in the sky.
"I am old and took a nap. I will leave now...
"Yes, Han was afraid that Mr. Xiyi would kill monsters in his dream, so he specially stayed here to protect Southern Wilderness..." "Gone, gone, gone..."
"Gone" several times, the voice became more and more ethereal, as if the speaker had gone far away.
Ancestor Demons: Bah! I don’t believe it!
Don't talk about this or that, I just don't believe it!
The eyes of all the ancestor demons fell in the direction of the Wutong Forest, and the Qinglong Emperor also sighed softly: "If it goes against Hu Xi's agreement, I will take action!"
That's good!
The demons let out a sigh of relief.
However, all the ancestor demons still released a trace of demonic energy, falling towards Chen Luo from a distance.
For no other reason than for protection.
Don't let anything happen again.
Send this uncle out quickly!
Ever since, a magical scene appeared again in the southern wilderness.
The ancestor demon no longer protects the law, the great sage no longer absorbs luck, and all eyes fall on Chen Luo.
Everyone, please be patient, be quiet, and don't make any moves.
Don't be fooled by this guy!
As long as my protective measures are good enough, you can't falsely accuse me!
"Forty-seventh year of Daxuan Zhenghe Calendar, autumn, seventh day of September."
"The bloodline tidal war has begun. Yuan Bubai of the ape tribe borrowed the book of white ink to advance to the ancestral demon, and established the ape bloodline to reach the sky. He is worthy of being a hero of the demon tribe."
"After another half day, there is a convulsive demon with a limp and a ganggu trying to return to its ancestors!"
"The human race is in great danger. The former law minister Song Ci came out of the air. These two demons once caused boundless plagues and catastrophes with the human race, and their sins were heinous. Song Ci determined the punishment according to the Daxuan Law, and the battle between the two demons and the tide of the Southern Wilderness bloodline were carried out."
"At that time, the mountain of corpses descended, accompanied by ghosts, and the method of autopsy once again showed its power."
"It's sad to see the separation between life and death, it's pity to be benevolent, it's respectful to the country and its ministers, it's fierce to be martyred and it's true!"
"Song Ci transformed himself into the Tao, cut off his holy path, and succumbed to the blood tide of the Southern Wilderness!"
"How magnificent! How painful!"
"The way of heaven is unfair, why should I be harmed by Song Ci, the great scholar!"
"However, Chen Luo, the master of martial arts, sneaked into the Southern Wilderness at some point. At this time, he got up in excitement, carried his body and walked away!"
"While running around, he angrily scolded all the demons and was fearless. The demons were frightened by the righteousness of his words and did not dare to act rashly!"
"The wolves were shameless and secretly attacked Chen Luo. In order to protect Song Ci, Chen Luo did not hesitate to block him with his own body. He fell into the dust and was seriously injured!"
"But without hesitation, he continued to escort Song Ci's corpse to his homeland!"
"To put it more seriously: Please kill me and do not harm the remains of my predecessor!"
"A sincere heart finally moved the Qinglong Emperor to personally take action to protect him!"
"Ten thousand monsters don't dare to do anything!"
"Tai Shigong said: Song Ci's way lies in compassion for heaven and humanity, and in upholding the law. It is admirable and admirable. Chen Luo's righteousness goes deep into the southern wilderness to protect Song Ci's health. Great wisdom, great courage, great benevolence and righteousness! He is well-deserved as the backbone of the human race. .”
"I'm so lucky to see it in person!"
"Phew, I'm so exhausted!" Under Nanhuang's dedicated protection, Chen Luo finally left Nanhuang and entered the nearest Daxuan City.
There were local officials waiting here for a long time, but those officials had already received instructions and just took Chen Luo to a quiet manor and stopped following him.
At this time, Song Ci had fallen into a coma and was breathing intermittently. Chen Luo brought him to the hall and placed him on the bed that had been arranged.
Looking at Song Ci, Chen Luo recalled what Emperor Qinglong said to him.
"Song Ci's way requires you to wander between life and death before you can see the way forward. Therefore, neither Han Changli nor Lao Chan has ever explained it clearly. No one cares to explain it to him."
"Bodies of flesh and blood, whether they are born from the womb or the egg, are all transformed by the power of heaven. The various manifestations in the corpse also contain the principles of the great road. This is the way Song Ci walks!"
"This path is incompatible with living beings, and it is not the path of encircling the underworld. It can be said to be the path of corpses."
"He thought that the death energy of the underworld was indispensable for his holy path, but he was totally wrong."
"What he needs is the energy of life! It is life's attachment to this person."
"The great road of the human world, if ancient Buddhism was still there, its Buddhist road of universal compassion would contain the energy of living beings. Today, your colorful mortal martial arts has the same rich aura of living beings."
"If Song Ci understands this truth in the matter of life and death, he will be canonized soon."
"If you don't have time, a divine soul will enter the ghost and write it. You can take it."
Chen Luo let out a long breath.
Taking Song Ci down to the Netherworld? No!
One cannot live without his way!
In the future, even if the Dunhuang Avenue succeeds and the two worlds are reconnected, it will only be the reconstruction of reincarnation, with the same principles, and life and death will still have their own rules.
If Yang asks about a case, Yang will ask; if the country is in the underworld, it will be done because of the underworld.
Everyone performs their duties.
It is impossible for a person to die and call the deceased's ghost to ask "Who is the murderer?"
Otherwise, if the two realms shuttle frequently, what else should the Yin and Yang realms do? Just merge them into one realm.
Therefore, when it comes to legal punishment and sentencing, Song Ci’s teachings and principles must be retained!
"Luckily it's me!" Chen Luo sighed, "Otherwise, just to remove the toxins, a medical saint might have to take action."
With that said, Chen Luo's body swayed and turned into the golden crow state.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand and hovered it above Song Ci's lips. With a thought, a drop of Golden Crow blood was forced out and fell into Song Ci's mouth.
The essence and blood of the Golden Crow burned all the cancer toxins in Song Ci's body!
As the Golden Crow essence and blood entered Song Ci's body, the vitality and Yangyan power contained in the essence and blood instantly spread to Song Ci's whole body. Color suddenly appeared under the originally pale skin, and the heart that had almost stopped beating began to beat again. got up.
Chen Luo's complexion also paled slightly, and he returned to his human form again.
He helped Song Ci up, sat cross-legged opposite him, stretched out his fingers, tapped Song Ci's eyebrows, and closed his eyes slightly. Immediately, the rich and colorful red dust energy rose up in Chen Luo's body, following his outstretched fingers, and continuously entered Song Ci's body.
Song Ci felt like he had a dream.
In his dream, he heard the sound of the river and unconsciously wanted to walk towards the river.
As the sound of the river grew louder, he seemed to have forgotten many things.
He forgot his name, his identity, his past,
He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he was going to the river.
He didn't know how long he walked before he saw the rushing river in the distance.
Every wave in the river turns into a living being
They were floating in the river, and they seemed to be shouting at Song Ci, telling him to hurry over.
When Song Ci was about to take a step forward and run towards the river, suddenly, a seven-color hydrogen gas fell from the sky and surrounded him.
What's this?
Song Ci shook his head. He wanted to walk through the colorful things and towards the river.
Suddenly, a baby's cry made Song Ci stop.
He turned his head and saw a swaddling child emerging from the colorful mist.
As he cried, he felt helpless, as if he was afraid of a strange world.
This is what that kid feels like.
Immediately, a warmth enveloped him tightly.
It is a soft embrace that picks up the infant child.
An unparalleled love was born in his heart
This is the mother's mood.
Then, another shadow appeared in the colorful mist, and Song Ci also felt a variety of different emotions.
There is the joy of growth, the regret of failure, the melancholy of separation, and the urge to fall in love.
There is the high-spiritedness of setting sail to the sea; there is the solitary lamp waiting on the cold night:
It's like walking through a prosperous city, where emperors, generals, talented men and beauties are all plotting their power and enjoying all the splendor, while there are also traders and lackeys, who are busy running around day and night for small profits, eating three meals a day.
It also seemed like I had seen the industrious fields, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, planning for a good harvest and future generations.
Until the years grow old and time is gone,
In the end, everything will return to dust.
No one is young all the time, but there are always young people.
Just then I heard the sound of crying when I fell to the ground, and then I heard the sound of falling to the ground.
People ask that all the bustling sounds are in a cry,
This is the problem of the world.
Song Ci took a deep breath, and the seven-colored Qi of the mortal world was inhaled into his body.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but will it be rekindled when the spring breeze blows?
No, these people, they are not inconspicuous weeds. It is not a dispensable weed that will be replaced next year if it is burned!
They have also struggled to break through the ground, they have also welcomed the spring, and they have resisted the autumn wind.
They have grown, they have been green,
Fire cannot burn away the traces they left on the ground!
This spring breeze and rain and dew remember that they once existed!
The dust of this earth remembers that they once existed
Nameless pull, who are you.
It doesn’t matter who you forget.
Who hasn’t worked hard to get to the end of his life?
More and more human energy was sucked into Song Ci's body, and his soul became clearer and clearer.
Yes, I am Song Ci
I am not an unknown person!
There is no reason to let death be the end of everything
If someone sets a fire, I will find the person who set the fire!
You don't care about those weeds, I do!
I want peace of mind for the dead and relief for the living!
I have a way to cleanse the wrongs!
All the red dust gas was sucked into Song Ci's body. At this time, the colorful cyanide and hydrogen objects disappeared, but the scene in front of Song Ci also suddenly changed.
There was no long river, no waves. He raised his head and saw that he was standing on a long rope, and on the opposite side of the rope, there was a door.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was the door frame. There was a white mist behind the door, and there was nothing visible.
He lowered his head and saw that the thin rope had been broken, but in front of the rope was a stream of blood energy. Further ahead of the blood energy, there was a stream of colorful energy leading straight to the door.
Song Ci walked forward step by step, passing through blood and colors, and finally stood in front of the "door".
Question of inquiry: Can there be justice three feet below?
Answer: I am here!
Song Ci stepped into the door in one step!
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The mighty holy power was released from Song Ci. Chen Luo was unable to dodge and was blown to the ground by the holy power.
Lu Ji, above the sky, the sky is empty all morning, the clouds are beautiful, and all the flowers are blooming within the manor.
Immediately afterwards, a blue avenue appeared high in the sky. Under the bright sunshine, a steady drizzle began to fall. When the rain fell on the person, it directly turned into a ray of awe-inspiring righteousness and entered the human body.
"Ten thousand miles of splendor"!
"A thousand flowers bloom"! "The rain of righteousness"!
At this moment, every human race felt joy in their hearts.
They all put down their work and looked up at the sky, with an uncontrollable joy blooming on their faces.
This is a holy miracle!
What everyone is anxiously waiting for!
Soon, a majestic voice sounded throughout the human area -
"Congratulations to Song Ci for his courageous pursuit, opening up the world, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint!"
"Celebrating the whole world!"
"Boom..." The territory of Daxuan instantly burst into joy!
Half Saint! He is indeed half Saint!
Our human race has another half-saint!
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Historical records:
In the forty-seventh year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, in autumn, on the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, Song Ci, the originator of forensic medicine, learned the holy way of forensic medicine, and came to the territory of the human race.
Canonization!
