The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 87: The hardest thing in the world is ignorance

No one thought that at this moment Zhao Layue suddenly received the sword intent, the light suddenly shattered, and the map and light spots disappeared.

Zuo Rusui complained: "I haven't seen it clearly yet."

Zhao Layue glanced at him, he coughed twice, thinking that he was so miserable by that book a few days ago, so don't worry about it today.

Now everyone has guessed that this black card should be related to Jing Jiu, but what does the light spot mean? If it is a location, what is hidden there?

Liu Shisui said to Lu Jin: "Head of Lu, please speak."

Lu Jin said: "Master and I went to Jingyuan in the past, and some of you should still have impressions."

Zhao Layue and others nodded.

Lu Jin went on to say: "That was the time when the real Jingyang gave this black card to our master and apprentice, telling us that if he has something to do in the future, let me send this black card back."

After he and Zhou Yunmu left Jingyuan, they were pursued and killed by many evildoers, and they were also protected by Qingshanzong.

But until today, Zhao Layue didn't know that Jing Jiu really gave them something very important.

"This black card has been preserved in Xuantianzong for more than 100 years, and it has never changed."

Lu Jin knew what they wanted to ask, and explained: "I didn't know until today that this is a map. As for the location of the light spot, I don't even know."

Zhuo Rusui wondered if the head master and uncle was in Jingyuan more than a hundred years ago, even if he was dying now, he made preparations in advance, and that position hides his legacy? Then is the rhythm of dividing the family property? Thoughts can fly, they can fly, but he is not a fool, so naturally he won't say it.

Nan Wang said: "If there is anything to guess, just go and see it."

Zhao Layue didn't think so, and asked: "Why didn't you send it away when he was asleep in Chaoge City?"

It has been a hundred years since Jing Jiuyi slept in Chaoge City. This time, he only slept for a few days in Sanqianyuan.

"The real person said at the time, when we think we should give it, then we give it..." Lu Jin looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair and said, "I think it should be this time."

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The green mountain sword formation was destroyed, and the mountain gate that isolated Xianfan was still there, even if even the great formation disappeared together, the green mountain was still there after all.

The peaks are in the clouds and mist all year round, and occasionally when the wind blows, the clouds and mist will flow out like water and gather in a lively town. Yunji Town is still as lively as it was in previous years, the hot pot restaurant is full of people, tourists are looking at the mountains, and the Jingyuan outside the town is still hidden between the flowers and trees, and no one can see it.

There is still a deep mountain dozens of miles away, but a deep mountain in the world. There is a village there. There are many abandoned fields and a pond in the village. The banyan tree by the pond was illuminated by sword light, and the figures of Nan Wang, Zhao Layue, and Liu Shisui appeared one after another. These were the people with the deepest relationship with Jingyang and the cat.

The mountain village is extremely quiet, no sound can be heard, no chickens or dogs barking, like a tomb.

In fact, this is indeed a large tomb. Liu Shisui looked at the buildings with a gloomy smell, thinking about the relatives who had been killed by the Taiping real person. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then opened his eyes again and found that Zhao Layue's mood was also a little strange.

Zhao Layue hugged Ah Da and looked at Qingping on the surface of the pond, not knowing what he was thinking.

Many years ago, Liu Shisui was listening to the scriptures in the vegetable garden outside the Guocheng Temple. Jing Jiu was in retreat on the top of Shenmo Peak for twelve years. After he came out, he was going to Guocheng Temple. On the way, she and Ah Da came here. once. At that time, she was just like now, holding Ah Da standing by the pond and waiting for Jing Jiu.

She didn't know where Jing Jiu was or what she was doing during that time, but she felt a strong anxiety, just like today.

Nan Wang took out the black card, looked at the location of the spot, and said, "It's over there."

The sword string was born in the air, making a slight buzzing sound, leaving hundreds of straight lines on the Qingping on the surface of the pond, looking like a chessboard.

Passing through a lifeless village, over a few mountains and a wild forest, we arrived at a small river.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu walked out of this river, lit a fire for the first time, and dried the white clothes.

The place where Nan Wang, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui are going is in the big mountain at the end of the river.

For ordinary people, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to enter the depths of the mountain, but it is nothing to Nan Wang of the Tongtian realm.

Yinling moved slightly, and she raised her right finger to the steep and smooth cliff wall, preparing to forcibly open a passage.

"I played in this river when I was young." Liu Shisui said, "You can walk in there."

There is a hole in that cliff, and a silver waterfall falls down. It is the origin of the river.

The three of them crossed the waterfall and into the cliff. There is an extremely dark passage in the cliff wall, and the river keeps pouring out, and the sound of turbulence and the hard rock wall keeps ringing. Neither the darkness nor the impact of the water flow had any effect on them, but the length of this passage was a little beyond imagination, and it seemed to reach the deepest part of the mountain.

I don't know how long I have been walking, and suddenly there is a light in front of the passage. It is a pearl inlaid on the stone wall.

Nan Wang looked at the pearl on the stone wall, not knowing what he thought of, his face was a little ugly.

Liu Shisui, who walked in the front, said: "There is a sword formation."

Zhao Layue and Nan Wang walked over, feeling the cold sword intent from the cliff, feeling a little strange.

Those cold sword intent and the sword formation hidden in the mountain obviously have the smell of green mountains, but they are obviously not Chengtian sword formations.

"It's the kind in the sword prison..." Liu Shisui became nervous when he thought of the passage at the bottom of Shangde Peak, the cell and the Snow Queen in the cell.

Zhao Layue had also seen the cell, felt the messy sword intent in that passage, and suddenly remembered.

"Thousands of miles of ice...It was his formation."

Nan Wang's voice is colder than Jian Yi: "It seems we didn't find the wrong place."

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The sword formation named Qianli Frozen can keep the Taiping real person for hundreds of years, and they naturally can't crack it.

Only then did they know why Jing Jiu left the black card to them.

As if perceiving the aura in the sword formation, several extremely ethereal sword intents floated out of the complicated patterns on the surface of the black card.

The sword intent melted into the sword formation as if the light that had forgotten to go out melted into the first morning light outside the window.

Thousands of Miles Frozen Sword Array opened silently, causing the pearl on the stone wall to fall into the darkness, illuminating the cave.

This is a very clean cave, with only a few very simple furnishings, just as boring as its former owner.

There is a stone couch in the cave house against the cliff. There are two futons in front of the couch, which are already in tatters and can dissipate as long as a gust of wind blows up.

Ada stared at the two futons in Zhao Layue's arms, and suddenly sniffed. He didn't know if he was thinking of the smell of the old years, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

There was a person lying on the stone couch. The silkworm clothes on his body had been rotten, his body was covered with wounds, and there was no blood stains. The belt made of the sacred ray had been broken into several pieces and scattered around. The man couldn't see clearly, his face was covered with a layer of mist, as if it would not dissipate for thousands of years, but there seemed to be hundreds of millions of years of starlight hidden in it.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at the corpse on the stone couch, although they had expected them in their hearts, they were still completely speechless in shock.

The cave was quiet, and suddenly there was a sound of water droplets.

Zhao Layue thought that the person was the most picky, how could the cliff wall of the cave see water?

She turned her head and looked around, and she saw a scene that was hard to forget.

Nan Wang was crying.

It's the kind of silent cry.

She could not see any sadness on her face, she was calm or even indifferent, and she didn't make any sound, but the tears couldn't stop dripping.

"So...you are really dead."

Nan Wang walked to the stone couch and sat down slowly. He reached out and touched his face through the mist. The tears gradually stopped, but there was a lot of sadness in his voice.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui looked at each other, walked to the stone couch and knelt down, and knocked their heads at the corpse three times.

A Da has already jumped out of her arms, staring at the two futons in front of the stone couch, looking very focused.

——I recognize you even if it turns into ashes.

This is not Ah Da’s thought, but Nan Wang’s voice.

She walked into the cave and recognized who the man on the stone couch was at a glance.

More than a hundred years ago, the real Jingyang shot through the sky with a sword and soared.

But there was a problem with the disappearance of the smoke, and then he was attacked by the White Blade Fairy again, seriously injured, returned to the world, and hid in this cave.

Before he died, he used the Thunder Soul Wood that he had prepared long ago to extradite the Soul into the Sword of All Things, and then he turned the sword to rebirth.

On the stone couch is the corpse, or remnant, left by the real person Jingyang.

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"The son... really suffered at the time."

Liu Shisui looked at the wound on the man's body and said with a trembling voice.

Now that the White Blade Fairy is dead and Taiping Zhenren is dead, the hatred related to this matter has passed away with the wind, but he still feels sad.

After Zhao Layue calmed down, the first thing that came to mind was another problem.

When Liu Ci and other big things in the Tongtian realm leave, the heavens and the earth will give birth to signs, and they will disintegrate into light spots, turning into spring breeze or morning light. Why can the remains of the real Jingyang be kept for so long? Was it because his spirit still existed, so he didn't really die, or was he ascending to the realm of hiding the world?

"What are we going to do next?" Liu Shisui asked, looking at her.

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu asked the two ordinary practitioners to take away this black card. It was obvious that he was ready to go.

They came here with a black card now, and found his body in the previous life, then?

Zhao Layue said: "Remember what Chanzi said in Sanqianyuan? Jingyang and Jingjiu are like the upstream and downstream of a river..."

Liu Shisui said: "There is also the phrase I don't know who is a guest in my dream... I really don't understand it."

Nan Wang suddenly said: "He wants to come back."

Neither Zhao Layue nor Liu Shisui understood what she meant.

Nan Wang said softly: "He wants to return to this body. Although he has never expressed such a meaning in more than a hundred years, he...he wants to come back. This time he was injured too badly. Falling into deep sleep, there is no more will to restrain, so there is a problem."

Zhao Layue frowned slightly and said: "You mean his spirit is against his current body, so he doesn't want to wake up?"

Nan Wang said: "Maybe he doesn't like the body now, maybe he just doesn't give up this body, who knows?"

Zhao Layue asked puzzledly: "Even though he was the strongest in the world in his previous life, he is definitely not as good as the current sword in terms of Dao body, why would he not like it?"

"Because this body can feel, itching, pain, and drunk, and now he... can't feel anything."

Nan Wang gently touched Jingyang's face on the stone couch, eyes full of pity and distress.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui both understand, and when they think of the person sleeping in Sanqianyuan, they all feel like Nan Wang, and give birth to a lot of pity and distress.

The cultivator has a very long life and has seen too many life and death separations. Naturally, he has a very indifferent view of many things.

But ascetics like Jing Jiu are still extremely rare.

He doesn't eat hot pot, play mahjong, or drink alcohol.

The most delicious food, the most emotional thing in the world... There is no attraction to him.

Even those desperate evil spirits will not be as extreme as him.

Even the real Jingyang of the year was not as cold as his in this life.

Why is this so?

No one has ever thought about this problem~IndoMTL.com~Even if it is Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, they will only think that he is such a person.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that Jing Jiu didn't like those things because... he couldn't feel those beautiful things.

Even if it is no matter how strong the wine is, no matter how hot the tea is, it is no different from water to him.

He can only walk in the streets by the Baima Lake in the spring rain.

He can only feel the frost particles falling on his face while leaning against the temple in the winter snow.

He can only live a poetic life without knowing it.

Because poetry is not between words, not objects.

Ignorance or ignorance is a very high state pursued by Zen.

But if forced to do so, what kind of pain would it be?