Chapter 67 God?
It is difficult to describe the other person's greatness.
This picture is huge, like the earth. It is the only star in the universe, and the rest of the stars will be blocked by it. And Jiang Xian is just the ordinary cosmic dust in front of the other party, who is not even qualified to look up at him!
Dong... He knelt down instinctively, almost numbly.
I can't see clearly... I can't see what kind of face it is at all. Even the decorations are blurry and unreal. There is only an indescribable feeling of emptiness and holiness. The vast and boundless power is transmitted to the heavens and shocks people to the soul.
Dong... Just as he knelt down, he finally heard the sound of the outside world. He vaguely saw Ling Xiaozi holding him up, and then he felt... his back was soaked and his legs were shaking.
"...Okay...? Not...dead?" Ling Xiaozi's voice seemed to come from a very empty place, pulling him, who was about to enter hell, back to the world. His lips were still trembling, but his hand suddenly grasped Ling Xiaozi's hand, and he stood up with force.
Then he placed his hands on the sea of tea, gasping for breath.
There was silence, and no one spoke first. However, a few seconds later, Ling Xiaozi suddenly opened his mouth wide, looked at Jiang Xian in disbelief, and then pulled open his clothes.
"Mr. Jiang..." His voice was trembling: "Your curse... Your curse!!"
Jiang Xian shook his head fiercely, and followed Ling Xiaozi's gaze, and suddenly found that... the black death butterfly curse on his chest had actually dissipated a little!
It has not completely dissipated, but the Black Death Butterfly curse will draw a complete Black Death Butterfly on the chest when one is 25 years old. He was originally just one stroke away from it, but now... he is at least five or six strokes away!
"One and a half years..." Jiang Xian suddenly closed his clothes, and a ecstatic smile appeared on his face: "Almost one and a half years..."
"How can the fruit core give me a year!"
Crack... At this moment, a cracking sound suddenly sounded. Jiang Xian was stunned and immediately turned his head to look at the fruit core, only to find that it had actually split in the middle and turned into pieces in the blink of an eye!
The incident happened so fast that both of them were stunned. A few seconds later, Jiang Xian rushed over and looked at the table in disbelief.
how come?
how so?
There was a glimmer of hope, but it was immediately shattered? Was it because Heaven would not allow the Lanshanhai lineage to continue?
"It's okay." Ling Xiaozi patted Jiang Xian on the shoulder: "You still have more than a year, don't be discouraged. What happened to you just now?"
The extreme disappointment made Jiang Xian feel hopeless for a moment. However, Ling Xiaozi's clumsy consolation actually cheered him up again.
He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, trying not to think about how to solve the problem. Instead, he tried to comfort himself: Yes... at least I can live another year and a half. Maybe... there are other solutions? No... just now... what I saw just now, maybe... maybe it's a clue!
"Nine Palace Flying Stars." He opened his eyes, with only determination in them - when the hope of life appears in the abyss of despair, everyone will grab it tightly.
"I saw the nine human figures carved by Qin Shihuang before the White Snake. They were the Nine Palace Flying Stars! The first image was very clear, but I don't know what it represents."
Ling Xiaozi frowned deeply. Nine Palace Flying Stars...were we going to fly down along the first palace? Was this the clue?
"Anything else?"
"Yes." Jiang Xian wiped the sweat off his face and said hoarsely, "Finally... the Nine Palace Flying Stars disappeared, and I saw... a god."
"god?"
"It can only be God!" Jiang Xian gritted his teeth and said firmly: "It is too majestic and too magnificent. Facing it is like facing the entire universe! However, I have never seen him in any legend or picture before!"
"you sure?"
Jiang Xian nodded, pointed to his temple, and said solemnly: "This picture has never been included in my mind. It just appeared in my mind so abruptly. It is very religious. If I had been asked to convert at that time, I would have done it without hesitation."
"But you know, the Lanshanhai School uses the 'Memory Maze' method, and my memory will never be wrong!"
Ling Xiaozi nodded solemnly. The so-called memory maze, also known as the memory palace, is simply to imagine a house in your mind. This house not only has an appearance, but also has to be accurate to the furnishings, storage rooms, and every drawer inside.
Then, classify your memories into all drawers. With long-term practice, this house will become more and more real. Every time you want to remember something, you will enter the memory house and open a corresponding drawer. This is an extremely advanced memory method. Memories "saved" in this way can remain clear for more than ten years.
The more exquisite the house is, the more detailed the classification is, the longer the memory will be preserved. Ordinary people can only make a house, and those with high IQ can imagine a home. But Lan Shanhai, through unique training... what is engraved in the mind is a palace!
If he said he had never seen it, then he definitely hadn't seen it.
"Your skills... come from Lu Ban's Secret Book, which is missing a key. The palace is as difficult to break through as a city. Now... something else has suddenly entered?" Ling Xiaozi said in disbelief: "And it hasn't triggered the defense of your memory?"
Jiang Xian didn't say anything. He was now fully focused on what the next clue would be. He had no mood to care about anything else.
The two of them sat quietly beside the sea of tea. Soon, the sky was already turning pale. Ling Xiaozi rubbed his brows and finally said, "I seem to have heard of the situation you are talking about?"
Jiang Xian's burning eyes immediately looked over. Ling Xiaozi immediately shook his head: "I don't have the ability to build such a large maze. I used the 'yes-man' method of memory. This happened too long ago... at least seven or eight years, and someone mentioned it in gossip at the time... what was it called?"
He frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "It's been too long, I can't remember it. But I promise I have heard it!"
Jiang Xian's eyes flickered, and he pondered, "Seven or eight years ago... you were still in Tongtian Mansion at that time! Have you ever heard of him in Tongtian Mansion?"
"That's right!" Ling Xiaozi slapped his thigh and said, "My master! Master Xu said so!"
"It seems like... if you see something specific for a certain period of time, you will see something else... a god-like existence! Yes, that's it!"
Jiang Xian nodded and walked into the house: "Rest first."
"Tomorrow night, we will go to Qingcheng Mountain."
"...My master is in Longhu Mountain..."
Jiang Xian turned his head and looked at him like an idiot: "Are you planning to be slapped to death by this old man?"
"…Aren't you here…"
"...I'm afraid Master ..." Jiang Xian felt a little guilty for a rare time: "Qingcheng Mountain is where Taoist Master Zhang kills demons, and the mountain master Master Qiu is also the second-in-command of the Taoist Tongtian Mansion. Maybe he knows about it."
Nothing happened that night. The next day, when they woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Ling Xiaozi shamelessly began to live with Jiang Xian. He heated up the food and arranged it carefully like the snail girl. He said respectfully, "Master, it's time to eat."
"It's ok to eat." Jiang Xian raised his chin towards the door: "But what about those four suitcases?"
"All my belongings!" Ling Xiaozi raised his chin and spoke with confidence.
...I always felt that there was something wrong with this answer, but Jiang Xian didn't want to argue with this jerk anymore. He quickly finished his meal, drove his Jaguar, and rushed to Qingcheng Mountain.
As the Taoist temple, Qingcheng Mountain is a famous scenic spot in Xichuan Province. It is naturally closed at night, but this is not a problem for the two of them. They jumped along the wall, pressed and flipped, and entered the mountain.
At night, the Taoist temple on the hillside of Qingcheng Mountain is always lit up, and the Shangqing Palace on the top of the mountain is like a bright lamp in the dark. The Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain are rich, but they have never expanded or renovated the Taoist temple. From beginning to end, the original ancient flavor is maintained here.
Qingcheng is the most secluded place in the world. This statement is absolutely true. Rows of ancient trees are towering, and with the night breeze, the rustling sound of leaves is like the surging tide. From a distance, it seems like a sea of Taoists rising and falling with the morning bells and evening drums. With the sound of the evening bells, people suddenly feel a sense of etherealness.
Jiang Xian led Ling Xiaozi around rows of Taoist temples with ease. After more than an hour, the two stood in front of a small courtyard. Ling Xiaozi was a little confused: How come this guy seems to be more familiar with it than I am? Who is the Taoist priest?
The courtyard is very quiet. You can see that it is not luxurious, but a very old small Taoist temple. There are countless bamboo forests on both sides and in the back. It is located in the deepest part of the Taoist temple, and there is a cliff next to it. There is a bamboo fence in front. With the dim moonlight, you can vaguely see the ancient well and bucket in the garden.
The lights were still on in the yard. Jiang Xian and Ling Xiaozi looked at each other, stepped over the bamboo fence and walked in. However, just as they were about to touch the ground, a calm voice rang out: "In Xichuan Province, there are not many people who can walk silently within 50 meters of this old man."
"Anyone who comes is a guest, but I don't know if it's Wu Laoliu, Golden Peacock, or Sect Leader Jiang?"
Before he finished speaking, the door swung open with a creak. No one pushed the door open because the person who was supposed to push the door was sitting on an armchair behind the door, flipping through a book leisurely without even raising his eyelids.
Jiang Xian was a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and bowed, saying, "Junior Jiang Xian, nice to meet Master Qiu."
"So it's Master Jiang." Master Qiu nodded slowly, still without looking up, but turning a page of the book: "Why did you come at night? Why didn't you inform us?"
"It's too late. It's urgent. I really can't make it in time. Please forgive me, Master Qiu."
Master Qiu raised his head and looked at Jiang Xian with a look that said, "Make it up, keep making it up." "In the tomb-robbing group, you added me on WeChat."
There was a moment of silence.
A mysterious embarrassment spread. Jiang Xian's Adam's apple moved and he laughed dryly, "Well, I brought your sect's inferior disciple here. I'm embarrassed to let others see him. After all, he's in such a miserable state... Ling Xiaozi! Why don't you kneel down when you see your uncle?!"
Ling Xiaozi opened his mouth in the shape of "Fuck you", turned his head like a robot, stared at Jiang Xian fiercely, and after a few seconds he knelt down and kowtowed, "Junior Ling Xiaozi, greetings to the great-grandmaster."
It was a mistake for me to come along tonight!
Master Qiu sneered and said calmly: "Kneel if you want. We don't have such stupid disciples."
"Master Jiang, please come in."
