Beyond the Divine States Chapter 330: : Ghost Temple

High mountains stand tall, big rivers rushing, sword rainbows are like meteors passing through the sky, breaking through stratus clouds, higher mountains and rivers, traveling tens of thousands of miles a day. The scenery below is also changing. From pine forests and cypresses to white snow in Cangshan, the four seasons have become a microcosm in the eyes, and the landscapes and landscaping of various places have evolved precipitously and bizarrely to highlight its beauty.

Si Mingming clearly stood his sword high in the sky, but it was the first time he saw the human landscape so close.

"When I was in the kingdom of God in the past, the world was just a picture of mountains and seas in my eyes, almost flat, and the scenery and secrets in it were all in sight." Si Ming stood on the tip of the sword, his robe like a wind facing the wind. Black flame.

She looked at the arched landscape below and kept retreating in her sight, and she spoke softly.

Ning Changjiu asked: "A world without secrets, is there still fun?"

Si Ming said: "The people who will ask such questions are mostly vulgar mortals, who only understand the small pleasures of the mundane, but do not know the great joys of the immortal family."

"..." Ning Changjiu was accustomed to sarcasm about her, but he was unconscious, and he continued to ask questions that were curious for a long time: "One round of the kingdom of God totals 13 years, and each lord only guards one year. , In the remaining twelve years, when the kingdom of God is closed, what are you doing?"

Si Ming looked faint, sighed softly after a moment, and uttered softly: "This is also one of the greatest secrets of the kingdom of God. It was also five hundred years ago that the great demon and great practitioners in the world were willing to unite with the saints to fight against God. One big reason...Although I am not sure, I can vaguely guess what kind of picture the saint let the world see."

She didn't dare to say much. As long as the words crossed the boundaries of the laws of heaven, the supreme robbery might come down with the power of unstoppable rules. She was confident that she could escape the calamity, but Ning Changjiu would May be killed instantly.

Ning Changjiu listened to her words and couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was as clear as a girl's skin that could be broken by a blow, but the hideousness that loomed afterwards was beyond his imagination at this moment.

The sound of sword ming lingers in the sky.

Ning Changjiu asked again: "In the past few days, you have often praised the beauty of the world. Since you love it, you still don't want to stay?"

Si Ming smiled softly. She stopped looking at the scenery below, but said: "The sun is clear as the sky, the cloudy is the earth, the real beauty will always rise above the top...When your realm is soaring enough, Then I will understand. I admire these beautiful views, but I just have fun in the pain."

Ning Changjiu listened, thinking slowly. Ascension... That was where he stopped in his previous life.

Master is the executioner.

And he is running there now. He could not be sure whether he was rushing to life or death, but Ye Chai had given his fate a final conclusion, other than that, he had nowhere else to go.

Siming saw that he was on his mind, and asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Ning Changjiu recovered for a long time, smiled lightly, and then asked: "By the way, have you heard of Kunlun?"

"Kunlun?" Si Ming said: "The sword of the second disciple of Jiange?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "I want to ask, is there a real place in the world called Kunlun?"

"The Kunlun legend is the Tianzhu." Si Ming said lightly.

Ning Changjiu quietly waited for something to come.

Siming thought, how long is Kunlun’s history. It was almost two to three thousand years ago. At that time, I was not a priest. After I took office, the Kunlun Pillar had already collapsed, and the ruins had been piled up. , Where did she know the specific history of Kunlun, she only knew that all the pillars of the sky in later generations were collectively called Kunlun.

Kunlun is not so much a concrete existence, it is better to say that the name is a symbol. In the age before Jedi Tiantong, the only way humans and demons could climb to heaven was the agglomeration of all souls and aspirations.

But she herself is not satisfied with this explanation. After all, she had just told Ning Changjiu that the priests in the past had almost all-knowledge.

Ning Changjiu couldn't wait to explain, and asked: "Does Kunlun's secret also violate the law of heaven?"

"Well, all of your questions are beyond the limits of the rules. If I am still an official in the Kingdom of God, you will be the first to be killed." After his hands were lost, Si Ming said indifferently: "In the future, it's good to bury these problems in your heart, and be careful to let the misfortune come out of your mouth. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Ning Changjiu nodded, and said: "So you don't know what Kunlun is."

"You...you presumptuous!" The snow between Si Ming's eyebrows turned into fire, and she turned her head and screamed: "Are you a priest or I am a priest? In short, Kunlun is a thing that can pass the sky, and everything in the world is up to the sky. Everything can be called Kunlun!"

"Things in the sky?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

The **** pillar Tianfeng has long been destroyed. In the changes of the vicissitudes of life, many large mountains in the world have also sunk to the bottom of the sea. The fourth floor of the most towering middle earth is just above the clouds, not to mention the real sky, even if it is There is still a long distance from the sea of ​​ruins.

"Yeah." With confidence in her eyes, she said solemnly: "Those who understand will understand, and those who don't understand will be in vain. You can enlighten yourself and wait until you break through the five realms. I will know it."

Ning Changjiu nodded, seemingly understanding.

Si Ming asked: "What do you always ask these for? Is this... related to your teacher?"

Si Ming is curious about his mysterious teacher.

Ning Changjiu nodded gently: "Something related."

Si Ming said: "When did you leave the division?"

Ning Changjiu made up and said: "I was about seven years old. Later, I met an old Taoist priest in the world and followed him. After that, the Taoist priest accepted a younger sister, Ning Xiaoling, who was far away from that time. Now so cute and well-behaved, so witty."

Si Ming was curious in his heart, and asked inexplicably: "You have such a natural talent, which is rare in the world. Your master did not accept you as an inner disciple. Let the old Taoist priest be kidnapped and wasted a lot of time, until he is sixteen years old? The future of monasticism has been delayed like this."

Ning Changjiu smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Ashamed to say, among the teachers, my talent roots may only be ranked seventh."

Si Ming asked: "How many disciples are there in your division?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Count me seven."

"..." Si Ming was silent for a moment, and she closed her eyes, not believing Ning Changjiu's rhetoric. Don't say mortal dust, even the life conceived in the fetal mother well of the Kingdom of God, there are a lot of defective products. Ning Changjiu like this is also rare in all aspects in the Kingdom of God... Of course, it is still far inferior to the existence of Ning Changjiu. Self born at the behest.

"Hmph, your master's vision is a little too bad. It's so good to take a piece of uncut jade, which is considered as a waste stone and abandoned. If I were your master, I would definitely calculate everything on your path of cultivation. Arrange to understand, and then choose the best path for you." Si Ming sneered.

Ning Changjiu doesn't know how to explain... Past Master did treat him this way, even if the marriage contract was arranged properly.

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know what Master thinks."

The commander said with certainty: "Your sect should not go back anymore. They may be jealous when they see your current achievements, but they will hurt you."

Ning Changjiu didn't know how to answer. Now that Bai Zang is on top, even if he trusts Si Ming, he can't tell all about the unobservable, so he can only ambiguously say: "After I entered the world, there has been no news from the teacher for more than ten years."

"I'm afraid I have forgotten you." Si Ming said lightly.

"Maybe," Ning Changjiu said.

Si Ming shook his head slightly, lowering the status of the Hidden Sect in his heart.

"However, you are not busy anyway, tell me about your sect." Si Ming said.

Ning Chang thought about it for a long time, and said in plain and easy-to-understand words: "The master sister likes the green skirt, and is in charge of the book pavilion and the laws of the clan."

"Shu Ge pays attention to quietness and strict laws and regulations. How can the two be mixed together? It seems that there is a lack of people in your view. Forget it, needless to say, it does not sound like a serious sect. No wonder there is a You." Si Ming listened and shook his head gently.

Ning Changjiu didn't care about her ridicule of herself. He only looked at the sky occasionally, worried about whether there would be a sky thunder outside the rules.

The sky is calm... Fortunately, Master seems to be a generous person.

The dusk of the last day has also arrived.

The virtual sword carried them over the endless mountains and rivers and then quietly shattered.

The two landed gently and stood side by side.

The mountain road here is no different, but it is sparser and desolate. Between a hundred miles, no birds and no people are seen. It is obviously early spring, but the weeds and leaves in the forest are curled up and dry. The burnt color of the flames.

Ning Changjiu looked up, and the dusk that enveloped the sky also showed an unusual pale turbid color.

Unconsciously, they seem to have come to another world, and the thousands of mountains and rivers they have crossed all the way are thrown behind them, and the dry wind blows from the mountain roads in front, leaping coldly above them.

Siming stood here, her beautiful face was incompatible with the dry landscape around her, and her divinity seemed to fade a bit. The sunset fell on her side, and at the bottom of the stone road, her back hidden among the shadows of the trees was more like a lonely wandering ghost.

"This place should already be regarded as the domain of Ten Thousand Demons City." Si Ming said.

Ning Changjiu said: "But there is not the slightest bit of evil here."

Si Ming said: "It's just the territory, the real Ten Thousand Demons City, there should be no short distance from here."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Where did you stay tonight? I want to come here and I don't have a place to live."

Si Ming said: "Let's take a look first."

The two climbed up the broken stone path together. After the stone path, the mountain forest was much wider, and the road was uninhabited. At the end of the road, there was a dimly-built temple.

Ning Changjiu said: "If you don't dislike it, you can live in the temple tonight."

"That's a ghost temple." Si Ming looked at the temple, frowning his eyebrows.

"Ghost temple?"

"Yeah." Si Ming explained: "Ordinary people come here, and they may see a mountain road in Pingchuan. We have spirits in our eyes, so we can see this scene."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Youkai also ask gods to worship Buddha?"

Si Ming said: "Thousands of years after the death of King Ming, the reincarnation collapses, and the soul has no support. Humans are like this, and so are demons. These ghost temples originated from this."

"Will the ghost temple... be related to the authority of the Nether?" Ning Changjiu asked immediately with a move in his heart.

Si Ming muttered for a moment, and the head lightly said, "Perhaps."

On the desolate road, the two of them stepped on the fine stones and walked forward together. The sky was getting darker and darker. The strong wind pressed the leaves, making a whispering sound, and the color of the evening was shaken like this. Fragmented, and not long after, the moon rose from the other side.

It was a full moon.

Ning Changjiu said: "This moon is not right."

It will be at least seven days before the next full moon.

"Don't make a fuss." Si Ming said, "There are countless small worlds in this world. When we walked over the steps before, we entered this ghost temple. Everything we saw was illusory. When Jin Tong opens up, you can see through these."

Ning Changjiu nodded. He understood that this might be a place built by some monsters, similar to a small underworld.

The construction of this ghost temple reveals a gloomy atmosphere. The temple is built with wood and stone structure, and two evil beasts with grim faces and sharp teeth stand at the door. The evil beasts have beads in their mouths and their eyes are as big as copper bells. This seems to be what a monster imagined. With their arrival, the first door slowly opened, and the wind blew from inside amidst the creaking sound of the door opening.

Siming walked in.

The ground is covered with broken bricks, and the cracks between the bricks are filled with mud and dry grass. On the opposite bank of this courtyard is the ghost temple. The style of the ghost temple is also very old. The walls are tightly arranged from wood chips, with a dark moldy color. The eaves are supported by neat and intricate arches. There are bells under the eaves, and the bells are tongueless, but with a road. The symbols were hung instead, and the bell swayed with their footsteps. The door opened, and the door was completely dark, as if a group of bats or crows would fly out at any time.

"Wait."

The Golden Crow in Ning Changjiu's body was eager to try. When he was about to move on, Si Ming grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Ning Changjiu asked softly.

Si Ming said: "Wait and then go in."

Ning was puzzled for a long time, but did not object.

Not long afterwards, outside the courtyard gate, a group of dark and crushing shadows suddenly appeared. They seemed to have shackles pressing down on their bodies, all crawling on their bodies, and walked in one by one.

Ning Changjiu saw them clearly.

These are dead demons.

In this world, beings from the ancient times are called ancient gods, such as ancient dragons and phoenix birds, Kunpeng golden crows, their bloodlines are noble, and their numbers are scarce. Between races, even if they are not related to each other, they can They mate freely and give birth to offspring, but the gestation cycle of the ancient gods is too long, and the struggle for authority between races often triggers large-scale civil wars.

An ancient book's phrase "Dead Mountain and Blood Sea" is simple, and when these four characters are placed in the real world, it may be the decline and destruction of several ethnic groups. In the end, only the most powerful species will survive. .

This is also the reason why the dragon clan still flourished at the end of the ancient **** age. At that time, the ocean, sky, and land were almost full of their footprints, coupled with their restless nature, under the random mating, countless ridiculous-looking gods were born.

Monsters are different from ancient gods. Most of them are animal spirits, cultivate their wisdom, and become demon spirits.

It is difficult for demons to multiply across races, so the ethnic group is clear. Whether they are jackals, tigers, leopards or native chickens, whether they have three heads and six arms or not when they practice in the future, people can distinguish their bodies at a glance. .

So by contrast, the demon is closer to the humans than the ancient gods.

Ning Changjiu looked at the black shadows that passed by. As they approached, their appearance became clearer. Among them were scorpion spirits with docked tails, gecko spirits holding their tails, lean wolves, and Leopards with spots on their skin... They die for a long time, and their pupils are gray with death, as if they will be wiped out with a light breath. They came here in groups, more out of instinct.

Ning Changjiu and Si Ming watched them walk into the temple.

After the souls of the demons entered the temple, the door outside the courtyard was closed.

Ning Changjiu and Si Mingxin walked toward the depths of the temple in a spirited manner.

Go over the steps, over the dark eaves.

The darkness in the temple does not affect their vision. The sound of chanting is heard by the ear, the sound is layered, almost illusory, if you listen carefully, there will be a **** fantasy in your mind that blood flows into a river, and the bones become a boat.

Ning Changjiu is no longer the young man who was distressed in Linhe City at the beginning, but his expression was as calm as the darkness itself, under the pressure of terror.

I saw the previous demon souls all kneeling on the ground, leaning down, listening to chanting like walking corpses.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and saw the ghost in the ghost temple clearly.

It was a deity with a crown of feathers on its head. The deity had a very pointed mouth and a red ribbon wrapped around its body. It sat cross-legged with a compassionate expression.

After the chanting ended, the bronze statue seemed to come alive. It spoke, with a merciless arrogance in its voice of compassion: "All the demons are suffering, and the heavens are pity. I am the emissary of the ghost emperor." , Shuntian commissioned to extradite Er to the Blood Sea Soul Cliff. Those who can endure hardships can see the life on the other side, those who cannot, should fall into the fire of hell."

In front of the idol, a pot with an iron chain fell, and the black oil and water in the pot was boiling.

The demon souls all knelt to the ground together, and the voice sang: "I wish to be overtaken by ghosts and gods."

They knelt together and rolled into the iron pot.

Ning Changjiu watched this scene, and asked in a low voice: "The monster clan also has its own king, proclaiming himself a ghost?"

Si Ming just chuckled: "There are no ghosts, just ghosts in despair, pushing themselves to a more desperate hell."

Ning Changjiu was about to ask questions, and saw that the statue on the temple seat had come to life. What kind of **** was there? It was clearly a black-feathered and red-crowned rooster. The red ribbon wrapped around it was not something else, but A centipede that has lived for many years, the centipede’s sharp feet are placed on its feathers, around it, and its long whiskers are fluttering.

Boom!

With an astonishing sound, the cock's fine wings curled up a pot lid and slammed it on the oil pot.

In the pot, the wailing of the soul pierced the lungs.

The rooster spirit has red eyes, staring at the iron pan, with a sharp grin between its short, hard beak.

Ning Changjiu watched this scene and sighed softly.

Si Ming said firmly: "It has a small part of Mingjun's authority."

Their voices rang between the ruined temples, and the rooster raised its head sharply, widened its eyes, and asked sharply: "What?!"

It only discovered that there were two people standing in the shadows at the door.

"Bold monsters, dare to trespass into the temple!" The **** flapped its wings and uttered a strange cry: "Where did you come from? But coveting the soul soup?"

Ning Changjiu was not impatient, and said: "Dare to ask Daxian, what is the soul soup?"

The **** spirit mocked: "Pretend to be crazy and sell stupid! Since this is the end, then I will sacrifice you to the ghost king!"

"Ghost Emperor?" Ning Changjiu asked: "Who is it?"

The **** spirit didn't answer any more, it flapped its wings violently, leaped at them, and Si Ming slashed slightly.

The **** who pretended to be a ghost was slashed with a sword, smashed the statue of the **** on the stage, and slammed onto the wall.

Si Ming asked: "Who is the ghost king?"

She seems to be questioning, but in fact her spiritual consciousness has penetrated in, searching for her soul to obtain knowledge.

But she found nothing.

Si Ming was suspicious, but saw that it had his eyes naked and rushed forward desperately. Si Ming stopped showing mercy and cut it in half with a sword.

The **** fell to the ground. Ning Changjiu was surprised to find that it was just an empty shell, all the internal organs and six lungs had disappeared, leaving only shriveled meat.

"Its body is the centipede!" Si Ming said sharply.

Ning Changjiu also found that the centipede entwined with the rooster was gone. His sword eyes opened, and he saw the centipede crawling fast on the ground, disappearing into the gap in a blink of an eye.

But how can a centipede in a mere centipede escape the chase of his life?

Ding!

The long tail of the centipede was nailed by a small invisible sword in the dark, and then the wall was lifted off, and countless swords broke through its shell and nailed it to the ground. The centipede let out a long and stern cry, and then Die. The mist of the ghost temple disappeared, the full moon in the sky shattered, and a piece of black fragments emerged from its rapidly decomposing body. Si Ming used spiritual power to clean it, fetched it from the air, and gave it to Ning Changjiu.

"This is one of the fragments of Mingjun. Although it is trivial, it is a good start to get it in Ten Thousand Demons City." Si Ming looked at the ruined temple behind him. .

Ning Changjiu stared at the dusty fragment and said: "It seems that the reincarnation of the ghost temple does not exist. This is just a hoax."

Si Ming said indifferently: "All the world, where is not a scam? Moreover, no matter whether it is a scam or not, the soul can't escape the end of being broken and dissipated."

Ning Changjiu chuckled helplessly.

Si Ming said: "I have something to do tonight. I want to come outside the city of Ten Thousand Demons. There are still many such temples hidden."

So, that night, they searched for the ghost temple among the deserted mountains and ridges.

Those ghost temples are similar, and the ghosts and Buddhas who sit in the town are also liars disguised by monsters. But these monsters are very strange. They are the same as the previous centipede-wrapped chickens. There are oriole controlled by mantises, wild wolves held by goat spirits, and eagles entangled by poisonous snakes...

The laws of nature seem to be turned upside down. They not only killed their natural enemies, but instead used them as puppets to create a weird beauty.

Ning Chang has been curious about this for a long time, and originally wanted to search for the soul to know the truth, but these fairies seem to be puppets of some unknown existence. After being drunk, they became lunatics one by one.

And they rescued the demon souls, and the demon souls were not grateful, but regarded them as god-killing demon heads, aroused instinctive wildness, and rushed towards them.

In the middle of the night, dozens of ghost temples were destroyed.

Si Ming was a little tired. She leaned against the tree, looked at Tianxin's half moon through the leaves, and said lightly: "Even if the ghost temple here is removed, I can't get even a complete fragment. "

Ning Changjiu looked at the fragments in his palm, and said: "The real fragments of authority should be held by the ghost emperor in their mouth."

"Well, somehow I got some clues. I originally thought that after I got here, I would look for it without a clue." Si Ming said.

Ning Changjiu gathered these pieces together, and said: "It seems that tomorrow, I can go to Ten Thousand Monster City to find the so-called ghost emperor. Such a big name should not be difficult to find."

Si Ming didn't care too much. She looked at the moon and felt that the moon seemed to be looking at her too.

She is sure that there is no **** in the Moon Palace, but this feeling is very strange and seems to make people fall asleep.

"Lend me your shoulder." Si Ming said.

"What are you doing?" Ning Changjiu asked, only to see Si Ming leaning lightly on his shoulder, closing his eyes slightly.

Ning Changjiu put on the outer garment for her.

"Pretending to be." Si Ming snorted coldly, and fell asleep lightly, not appreciating.

Si Ming had a strange dream.

In her dream, she continued to march towards the City of Ten Thousand Demons.

But she was not near Ten Thousand Demons City, but a moon.

In the moon, a figure in white clothes turned his back to him, and the light was bright, making the bright moon eclipsed.

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