Leshan.
The entrance to Leyang Village.
There is a ruined temple here.
From ancient times to the present, there have been various natural and man-made disasters, and countless people have burned incense and prayed to God and Buddha.
A temple is nothing unusual, but this temple is a little strange. The plaque hanging outside the door does not name which god or Buddha it is as a monastery, but only a very simple word - "Temple". It's like a city. There is no city name written on it, just a "city". It's so weird and laughable.
The interior of the temple is even more dilapidated and narrow than its appearance. As it was getting late and approaching dusk, there was not a single villager who came to worship in the temple. However, the temple was still unusually filled with a layer of dazzling smoke, making it difficult to see which sacred object was enshrined in front of the altar.
Amidst the thick smoke in the house, there was a person sitting in a dark corner, seemingly performing a temple ceremony. Due to the obstruction of the thick smoke, he could only vaguely see a slightly bloated and obese man with disheveled hair, looking like a beggar.
"ah!"
Suddenly, the man opened his fearful eyes and let out a painful scream and moan. His pupils shrank as if he was suffering great pain. His long hair spread out, revealing a particularly terrifying face. One look at it by a straight person is enough to keep him from eating for three days and three nights.
This face was actually covered with numerous malignant sores the size of broad beans. They had been scratched by him under the pain, and festering yellow pus and blood flowed out. The face was covered with a fishy stench that made you want to vomit.
"Heaven weeps...Heaven weeps...Why should I go to see Tian weep...Why should I reveal the number of heaven...No, isn't it just because God's will is unpredictable and all living beings are in trouble? I am for all living beings...God will not tolerate me...ah! !”
The man let out a desperate and shrill wail, in agony, like a ghost being tortured in hell. Or perhaps, the pain he suffered was beyond the reach of even the evil ghosts in hell.
Heaven cries, heaven cries.
That person is on the list of people who are frightened and has the power to make the heavens weep. How can a mortal be able to bear it?
I don't know how long it took, but the pain that tortured him and made him worse than death finally dissipated like a tide.
The man panted violently, rested for a moment, sat up, and finally sat up again, offering a few sticks of incense to the statue of the god hidden in the mist.
And if you look carefully, the statue seems to be quite similar to this man, but it doesn't have the sores on its face.
Who is he?
Why is there a statue of himself sitting on the altar?
There are gods, demons, and heavens in this world... and of course there are Bodhisattvas.
He is a Bodhisattva, a clay Bodhisattva who wants to peer into the sky and cross all sentient beings, but cannot save himself when crossing the river.
The previously unforgettable pain had been with the Clay Bodhisattva for half his life. He had become accustomed to it, so he did not let down for long. He rested for a while, tidied up a little, and sat back to his previous position.
Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside the temple, and a slightly immature young boy's voice said: "Feng, look, the name of this temple is very interesting. Why don't we go in and take a look to see which god and Buddha is enshrined?" Bodhisattva, why doesn’t he even have a name?”
"Okay, Senior Brother Yun, let's come too."
A voice as gentle as the spring breeze sounded.
Although I didn't hear "Senior Brother Yun"'s answer, I guess he nodded or acquiesced, and soon after he heard footsteps, he entered the ruined temple.
What appeared in front of the Clay Bodhisattva were three young men who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old. Even because the three of them have experienced things that even adults can hardly imagine, and because they have martial arts skills, they appear to be more mature than their peers, and their real age may be younger than they look.
Among the three people, the oldest one was dressed in black clothes and a black cloak. He looked as if he had come from the darkness and would return to the darkness. His expression was as cold as ice, as if he had no emotion for all living things. I don’t know what kind of experiences led to such a strange young man.
The second young man has a handsome face, and always has a smile as gentle as spring breeze on his lips. His steps are light, and it can be seen that he possesses Qinggong.
As for the third one, he is relatively thinner. Although he has the same handsome face, there is a hint of hostility between his eyebrows, and there is a hint of cynicism in his laughter.
These three people are Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Duan Lang.
Without the interference of the uninvited guest from Yu Liancheng, these three people finally embarked on the same path as before. Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng became Xiong Ba's disciples one after another. Bu Jingyun, in particular, was Xiong Ba's right-hand man, opening up new territories for him. Although he was very young, he had already mastered the essence of Pai Yun Palm, earning him the nickname "The God Who Will Not Cry Death".
Duanlang was a bit more miserable. He had no fate, and was used as a demonstration by the tyrants. He became the lowest servant, cleaning stables all day long and working with horse manure.
This time, Nie Feng and Duan Lang came to Leshan to express their condolences to King Nie Ren and Duan Shuai, who were dragged into Lingyun Cave by the Fire Qilin, while Bu Jingyun was sent by Xiong Ba to prevent the two from escaping.
In the thick fog, the Clay Bodhisattva looked at the three people carefully, and suddenly sighed: "Tragedy, all tragedies. Even if you understand the secret of heaven, you can't change the tragedy."
Nie Feng couldn't help but ask: "Senior, what are you talking about?"
"I am a person who has insight into the secrets of heaven. Unfortunately, I am also a person who cannot escape the secrets of heaven. But since I have met you, I should do my best to give you the final advice..." Ni Bodhisattva seemed to Talking to himself, he looked at Duanlang: "My child, ambition is like a prairie fire. You'd better control your heart. Otherwise, you will lose the most precious people and things in your life one day." Send carbon on a cold night, don’t lose it, don’t forget it, don’t lose it, don’t forget it…”
Duanlang scratched his head, not knowing why, and just as he was about to ask, the Clay Bodhisattva turned to look at Nie Feng: "It comes like a breeze and goes like a breeze. My child, you are kind, too kind. You have sacrificed yourself for others in your life. Your destiny is to sacrifice." ', your greatest ability is also sacrifice. Perhaps, one day you will sacrifice everything for this world. All love and hate, all people and things."
Finally, Ni Bodhisattva looked at Bu Jingyun, and the sadness in his eyes was even worse, thicker, and heavier: "The clouds are impermanent, and it is difficult to be a confidant and difficult to be an enemy. Although you are not a lone star of a natural evil, you are close to a natural evil." Lone Star, you think you are miserable now, but in fact you will suffer all the pain in the world, and everyone who cares about you and the people you care about will have a 'deep love' with you and become a painful memory for you throughout your life."
"As for the wish in your heart that you have to fulfill despite all the hardships. One day, you will get your wish, but after you fulfill your wish, alas..."
A sad sigh, full of helplessness.
The more he spoke, the more mysterious he became. Duan Lang and Nie Feng were both puzzled, but Bu Jingyun knew what he was talking about. He quietly looked at the person in front of him who knew him well. This God of Death, who was never happy or angry, actually started sweating on his palms.
Duan Lang was not convinced by this: "The charlatan is just talking nonsense. Feng, don't believe it."
Clay Bodhisattva chuckled: "Since you don't believe it, I will tell you a prophecy."
Now even Nie Feng was interested: "Senior, please tell me."
Ni Bodhisattva said: "A catastrophe is about to happen in this area of Leshan, a catastrophe that is overwhelming and will sweep all living things."
Regarding this prophecy, all three people left the ruined temple confused.
"Okay, it's time for me to leave."
The Clay Bodhisattva did not want to be involved in the catastrophe that followed, but just as he stood up, his peripheral vision fell on the back of the three of them, and his figure suddenly shook.
"What's going on? Luck has changed, no! Not only has it changed, but most of it has been blurred, and it has even become blank. Even I, a clay Bodhisattva who is very good at physiognomy and has seen the sky crying, can't figure it out. Their future, what is going on? Nowadays, this secret is becoming more and more difficult to understand. "
"Bodhisattva, can you predict the next hexagram for me?"
At this moment, a vague and clear voice sounded. At the same time, a man in black clothes stepped into the ruined temple with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face and an aura that was beyond ordinary.
And when the Clay Bodhisattva saw the coming person, this Bodhisattva, who was said to know all the secrets of heaven, knew everything, and had a look of horror on his face, as if he had encountered the most incredible existence in his life.
In his eyes, what descended into this ruined temple was not a person, but a qi force, a ethereal, lofty, mighty, and unfathomable qi force.
Like heaven and earth.
Like gods and demons.
Under this qi machine, everything in the world seemed to become as small as dust. Even the qi movement of heaven and earth itself is twisted and changed due to this majestic and unpredictable qi movement.
Ni Bodhisattva finally understood why the futures of Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Duan Lang were blurred or even blank, because they would intersect with this incredible peerless figure, and their fate would naturally be different from the original track.
As for why the man in front of him was so unbelievable, as he was not in the fate that Tianwei had already had, Ni Bodhisattva couldn't understand it, but he had a vague understanding.
What Heaven Cries records is the past, present and future of this world.
If this person comes from outside the sky...
Or maybe, this person is a transcendent existence that cries from the sky...
But no matter which one it is, it is an existence that the Clay Bodhisattva dare not provoke.
The Ni Bodhisattva looked at Yulian City, as if he were looking up at the sky above his head, and his heart was trembling: "Your Excellency is as high and unpredictable as the sky, how can I dare to speculate on the secrets of heaven?"
Yu Liancheng chuckled: "Have you not been able to figure out the secrets for half your life?"
"It is because I have been pondering the secret of heaven for half my life and ended up like this that I have become more respectful and fearful of heaven." Clay Bodhisattva said respectfully.
He added in his heart that the sky above us has no spirituality after all. Revealing the secret is just a counterattack. But the "Gao Tian" in front of him is actually a real person. Heaven's heart is unpredictable, and the human heart is even more unpredictable. There is no chance of touching the opponent's reverse scale, that is, the harmony between heaven and man will turn the world upside down.
Not that he, a mere clay Bodhisattva, could bear it.
"Hehehe." Yu Liancheng chuckled: "Then you might as well guess why I came to find you?"
"Your Excellency, the secrets of heaven are unpredictable, and I am also lying. If I have offended you, please forgive me." Ni Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment, and slowly uttered two words: "Heaven cries."
Except for crying.
He really didn't know why such a being would find him, a Bodhisattva who could not protect himself.
"Correct answer." Yu Liancheng chuckled: "Take me to Xun Tian Cry. The sores on your body are the result of revealing too many secrets of the sky. It is also the curse of Tian Cry. If I can control Tian Cry, maybe I can give You lift it.”
"yes."
Boom! !
At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from the surroundings.
The whole temple suddenly shook, as if a heavy iron pillar was hit hard one after another.
A huge wave fell from the sky. With a loud "boom", the entire temple door was shattered on the spot, and it swept towards the two people on the shower curtain with overwhelming force.
"Leshan disaster is coming."
Mud Bodhisattva murmured to himself.
He wasn't wrong.
What a disaster.
It's a flood.
boom! !
However, the flood, which was enough to destroy the world, had just reached three feet in front of Yulian City, and it seemed to be blocked by an invisible steel embankment, and could only be separated to both sides. It was extremely mysterious.
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It seems that today I will have a seven hundred, seven thousand, or seventy thousand level pagoda..."
Even in the face of Yu Liancheng's ability to cut off the waves and divide the sea, the Ni Bodhisattva, who was not moved at all, finally showed a hint of disbelief: "Heaven will also show mercy to people."
"hehe!"
…
the other side.
Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang also saw this huge wave.
Nie Feng walked quickly all the way, his body movements changing like a raging wind, and his internal energy was pushed to the extreme.
Ahead, not far away, is a market town. With Nie Feng's temperament, how could he sit idly by and let countless people die in this natural disaster. Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang followed closely behind. Their light skills were not as good as Nie Feng's, so they could only hang a few feet behind them.
"The flood is coming, everyone run away!" Nie Feng was like a strong wind, sweeping into the town, shouting at the top of his lungs regardless of adjusting his breath.
Although he poured his inner energy into his voice and made it spread far away, everyone looked at Nie Feng, who was panting, stunned. Some even looked curious, looking around, wanting to see what the flood looked like. From beginning to end, no one moved.
Duan Lang and Bu Jingyun also arrived. Duan Lang shouted: "The other end of the Minjiang River has been flooded. The water has even covered the Qingyi River. Time is urgent. Everyone should run for their lives."
As soon as this statement came out, it finally caused a panic: "Ah! The flood is coming."
"Village chief, what should we do?"
Everyone was talking about it for a while. When the village chief saw that just three children had made everyone panic, he couldn't help but look livid: "You guys, let me ask you, if there was a flood, why didn't the county government notify us? What happened to you? Who is it? You are not a villager in this village. Why did you inform us? I was told that the three of you saw it with your own eyes. How could you three be able to cross the flood faster?"
Nie Feng, Duan Lang and others were shocked when they heard this. They didn't know that they would be questioned under suspicion after exhausting all their energy to come here.
"Hey, kid, I'm speechless now. Tell me, what's your intention to spread rumors and cause trouble?"
"Haha, a mere child can scare you like this."
"Take these little guys to the government and confuse people's minds with rumors."
Everyone sneered, thinking that they had exposed a few children's boring tricks.
Bu Jingyun took a step forward with a cold look on his face, intending to use thunderous means to force everyone to leave, even if he did not hesitate to become a "demon" in the eyes of everyone.
However, Nie Feng, who possessed the Ice Heart Art and had extraordinary hearing, changed his expression, looked behind him, and muttered to himself in an almost desperate tone: "It's too late, it's too late."
"What's wrong, Feng?" Duanlang asked confused.
But soon, he knew why.
Boom!
Boom! !
All the noisy discussions were suppressed.
In everyone's field of vision, a black shadow swept over with great force. In a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of them and found that it was a huge wave that could make them fall down. All the buildings in the way were turned upside down and collapsed in an instant.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
