Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 118: City of the Dead
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But I asked Daoxiang where to find Chapter 118 The Dead City
Yan did not return, and Shen Lian stayed at the top of Zifu Peak.
He sat there cross-legged, the sea of clouds and purple air churning, looking so lonely.
Gu Caiwei came here once, and then left again, because Shen Lian looked good. Of course, it was one month ago since the last time Gu Caiwei saw Shen Lian. If she saw Shen Lian now, she would definitely feel Is Shen Lian too much?
Shen Lian's body is bright and clean, just like real wax figures made by mortal craftsmen. Although they are still the same as before, their flesh is crystal clear and barely stained with dust.
The temperament on his body became more and more clear, like a fairy on the nine heavens, beyond the world.
But if anyone sees Shen Lian's eyes, I am afraid they will be greatly surprised. These eyes have no glamour, loneliness and nothingness.
These are neither human eyes nor fairy eyes.
Shen Lian is like this, like losing the body of his soul.
His soul is indeed not in his body, and God intends to a place he did not expect Taiwei Pavilion.
Because of the special nature of Taiwei Pavilion, the demon energy that day was hidden in it, no one found it, and it was almost integrated with Taiwei Pavilion, to turn demon energy into Dao Qi.
Shen Lian's body is still on the top of Zifu Peak, breathing with the stone that sits down, receiving the essence of heaven and earth, surrounded by chi Orchid, and occasionally a drop of nectar falls on the stone, making his body suffer After being infected by good fortune, the spirituality born is a little stronger.
This kind of growth is negligible, but over the years, this spirituality can eventually become strong enough to make the stubborn stone become refined.
Shen Lian didn't care about this, his mind came to a strange place.
In the vast world, there are actually countless spaces that cannot be entered by the flesh. Even the divine consciousness can't find this space, but it does exist.
Just like when dreaming, sometimes I dream of going to a strange place and everything that happens is real, but after waking up, it is difficult to find a trace of that place in reality.
Maybe that place also exists, but in reality it is never possible to enter.
Shen Lian's divine intention traced the devilish energy to Taiwei Pavilion, but in a trance, he arrived at a strange place. There is a city in front of him, and there are three words on the gate of the city, ‘Dead city in vain’.
The city of vain, literally, is the place where people who die in vain live. The meaning of death in vain, that is, not the end of life, but due to suicide, disaster, war, accident, murder, victimization, etc., those who died unjustified are called death in vain.
Shen Lian also knows that such a place as the City of Wounded Death is definitely not the only place in Jiuyou Huangquan. There was once a Buddhist power who took pity on the dead souls and opened up an independent space as a shelter for these souls. The place is also called the dead city in vain.
The dead city doesn't need to be able to accommodate living creatures. Certain longevity real people can create space for this effect if they have special techniques. Naturally, the living cannot enter this place, only the dead can enter.
Shen Lian is a living person, but now he is a group of divine intent, tracing the source of demon energy.
Even this dead city can be said to be still in Taiwei Pavilion, but the special space of this place makes it difficult to find.
There is no spiritual power, nothingness.
Shen Lian stepped into the city of death, his speed was very fast, and he entered into it when he was thinking about it.
But he is not surprised why his own is so fast, because he is just like a thought now.
There are many shops in the city, many stalls, and many hawkers. A river runs through the city. This river is somewhat similar to Youhe. The difference is that both banks are houses.
There are also cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, cars, sedan chairs, boats, houses, bridges, and towers, not to mention detailed descriptions.
Everything here is no different from a bustling mortal city.
Shen Lian wanders around, more like a brother-in-law wandering around.
He felt that he should be equipped with a folding fan. At this time, a stall selling folding fans appeared in front of him.
He seems to have forgotten the peculiarities of this city, that it is a city of vain.
Shen Lian arrived in front of the stall and began to pick up the folding fans on it. He casually took a folding fan and asked the hawker: "How much is this fan?"
The hawker said: "Ten Wen Qian."
Shen Lian picked up another folding fan and said, "How much is this folding fan?"
The hawker said: "Ten Wen Qian."
The workmanship and surface of the second folding fan are obviously much more elaborate, but the hawker still only returned a few cents.
And only if Shen Lian asks him how much the fan is, he will answer, and the answer will never change.
He tried many hawkers, even pedestrians, and most of them would only say one or two the same thing, and some even couldn't speak at all. They all have the same characteristics, that is death silence, true death silence.
Like plants, trees, bamboos and rocks, there is no emotion, no self-awareness, or even the breath of beings.
Everyone in this dead city looks the same.
Shen Lian did not find the aura of the devil from them, only one thing was clear that they were not even considered ghosts, because ghosts were also conscious, and even some ghosts had no difference in independent consciousness from living people.
They have all lost the most important thing of living beings, that is their nature and aura.
Natural aura is present in all living beings, and it is also a proof of self-existence.
Shen Lian traveled all over the dead city and every corner. As a result, all the humans and animals in this city lost their natural spirit.
He didn't go to another place because it appeared suddenly.
This is a Taoist temple. After Shen Lian walked in, he found that everything here was very familiar, because all the furnishings inside were exactly the same as the Grand Master Hall of the Taixu Line on Zifu Peak. He saw that again. The sub-content is the portrait of the father of Xianyuntanying.
Next to the portrait of the Patriarch, there is a painting with a woman, or a female crown.
The beauty is peerless, like blue clouds.
He has seen the face of this female crown, just like the real master Biyun, the disciple of Fairy Ziling, who Shen Lian has never met.
He still remembers the nostalgia when Gu Caiwei took out the portrait of Biyun's real person.
I have also heard that ~IndoMTL.com~ Fairy Ziling values Biyun.
No need to explain even this point, because Fairy Ziling has chased Yanxu for more than ten years for the sake of real Biyun, making him dare not relax for a moment.
That was definitely the most embarrassing day in Yan Xu's life.
Perhaps if the real person Biyun had not died, and had already become the real person of longevity, Qingxuan would never decline.
When Shen Lian was immersed in this memory, a sword aura appeared silently.
He couldn't be more familiar with this sword spirit, it was Chen Jianmei's invisible sword art. The swordsmanship of those who use sword aura is already amazing. It is hard to imagine that in addition to Chen Jianmei, there are people who can be so popular in terms of invisible sword arts.
It's just that this person's accomplishments are still an insurmountable distance from Chen Jianmei.
When the sword qi was about to become body, Shen Lian opened his mouth slightly, a strong suction force swallowed the invisible sword qi abruptly, and he also saw a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a sword from the top of the sky. Come down.
(To be continued.)