After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, Lin An slowly stood up, his legs were numb, and his heart was even more depressed.
After a long time, he came back to his senses, and said secretly in his heart: "There is another way to open the door of reincarnation, and I don't have to be discouraged."
Although the reincarnation stone is rare, I have heard of the existence of one place in my previous life.
As long as you find it and open the door to reincarnation, there is still hope."
Thinking about it like this, I finally cheered up and reached out to wipe my tears, only to find that it had already been dried.
What kind of tears, haven't you shed enough in the past three hundred years?
He remembered the heavy past, shook his head solemnly, kicked his feet, and the wind under his feet appeared, and he fled to the west.
In the area of Fujian and Zhejiang, where the sect of Changyuan Sect is located, outside a certain elegant courtyard, there are more than a dozen monks standing in line at the door, and they are all cultivators of the Diqiao Realm.
Gu Naichun lowered his head in the team and waited silently.
The person he asked to see today was named Zhang Yanshan, although he was only a monk in the late stage of the Diqiao Realm, but he had a false position in the Zongmeng, and he was quite good at dealing with people, and the big and small figures in the Zongmeng were willing to buy his account, and his words carried some weight.
It's just that Zhang Yanshan's door is really a little difficult to enter.
Since last year, he has been here dozens of times, relying on many connections, and waiting for months, but he still doesn't know when he will be able to meet.
"Wait, wait, people live for a lifetime, who hasn't begged someone" He enlightened himself like this, but time was running out more and more.
If it drags on for some more time and cannot solve the entrusted matter, it is time to recruit monks in the northwest.
Once you go to the northwest, if you want to get out of it, it will be extremely difficult. was hesitating to himself, and suddenly heard someone calling: "Senior Gu." ”。
Raising his head, he saw a blue-clothed disciple walking out of the door, his attitude was polite, and he stretched out his hand to signal that he could enter.
He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his shirt a little, and walked through the door.
After passing through the open courtyard in the courtyard, he was led straight into a side room.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Chen Tieyi, a student under Zhang Yanshan's door, whose face looked quite rough, but his speech was polite.
This person made a self-recommendation, saying that the teacher went to the headquarters of the Zongmeng today to do business, and took care of the things entrusted by his predecessors, and the teacher had something to ask him to pass it on his behalf.
Then, he got down to business: "Senior Gu had two things to ask for before, one was to make the high disciple Jia Haizi be recruited by the Zongmeng to the northwest and join the charging demon elimination team; The second is the predecessor himself, who was given an additional punishment order by the Zongmeng and was conscripted to serve in the northwest for five years. ” He spoke in a more polite tone: "The teacher asked me to tell you that he can do his best to help with these two things, and he can only help one, so please consider carefully." ” Gu Naichun frowned, and replied slightly: "I really bothered Zhang Daoyou, bother him to finish my futile affairs first."
Chen Tieyi nodded: "The teacher said that there is one thing that must be agreed with Senior Gu first, that is, even if his old man does his best, he can only avoid another high-level disciple being recruited to charge the demon elimination team, but if he goes to serve in the northwest, he can't escape no matter what." ” Gu Naichun's face sank: "Then what if it only solves my matter?"
Chen Tieyi said: "The teacher can only help you subtract three years of service, and the first two years can't be avoided." ” Gu Naichun was furious when he heard this, and scolded secretly in his heart: "Okay, you Zhang Yanshan, such a big field, you only send a disciple of the psychic realm, do you want to send me?"
"Okay, good, you are so lazy today, be careful of the rotation of feng shui, he will fall into my hands from time to time, and embarrass you a thousand times" A sullen breath came from the bottom of my lungs, and I was about to blow up my stomach.
After a while, he blushed and smiled reluctantly: "In this way, there will be work." ” Thin clouds pass through the mountains, and clear mist surrounds the pine forests.
Yun Yin Zong, Compliance Institute.
Jia Haizi sat quietly in the room, his hands folded in reverse, the green light between his palms was slow, and the purple qi was still clinging, as if he was practicing some kind of exercise.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and Wan'er cautiously walked in from outside the door, and whispered to his back: "Shizun has sent a message, saying that he has entrusted the relationship and helped you to be accommodating, and you don't have to go to the demon extermination team to serve." ” Jia Haizi was shocked, his face was red, and he said excitedly for a while: "Master respects his old man who is as kind to me as a mountain, and it is difficult for me to repay it in this life." ” Saying that, I don't know what crazy I was smoking, I suddenly turned around, and without warning, I slapped Wan'er on the ground: "Slut, are you very disappointed" Wan'er rolled on the ground, clutching her cheeks tightly, and a hot sensation spread from her face to her chest, as if this slap had reached her heart.
The whole person fell to the ground, trembling.
I heard Jia Haizi ask again: "These days, the miscellaneous servants in the sect are busy coming and going, what do you want to do?"
Wan'er's face was full of sadness, and she didn't know whether to talk about it or not, so she replied after a while: "It is said that the head of the family has determined that Wei Buer has fallen in the Valley of the Puppet and is preparing to include him in the martyr's book of this sect, and he is in the process of entering the canon."
"Does he deserve such treatment?"
Jia Haizi said angrily: "This matter can be told to the old man of Shizun" Wan'er replied: "Naturally."
The master said, anyway, he is a dead man, even if he is held in the sky, what is the use" Jia Haizi snorted coldly, his anger could not be extinguished, but he stopped talking.
Banyan City.
It's the rainy season again.
These days, the weather has changed more frequently, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Today, it is rain and fog.
New rain falls from the eaves of every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
This is the land of fish and rice, with ancient towns and old streets, small bridges and flowing water, green tiles and new willows, and small stone walls.
Drops of water tumbled down from the stone plaques on the streets, the carved railings on the bridges, the tails of willow branches, the corrobours of stone walls, and so on.
With the drizzle of rain, there are poetic scenes everywhere.
A few miles west of Rongcheng, in a green field with lush grass, a grave suddenly bulged, and a bluestone tombstone stood in front of the tomb.
The inscription reads: Disciple of Yunyin Sect, to the tomb of Wei Buji.
In front of the tombstone, there are all kinds of exquisite fruit pastries, gourmet dishes, and a pot of fresh bamboo wine from Fujian and Zhejiang.
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On a plate of rock sugar pears, for some reason, five black fingerprints were painted, which seemed quite abrupt.
A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a pale yellow veil sat cross-legged in front of the grave, despite the wet dirt on the ground.
In front of her was the ashes of a freshly burned paper fire, now soaked in a puddle of black mud by the rain.
Looking blankly at the ashes and black mud on the ground, she seemed to remember that when she first met the man, he was holding a black pot with black marks all over his face.
Looking back, this scene is goodbye.
Picking up the flask, she poured glass after glass and drank it into her stomach one by one.
The drizzle hit her beautiful face, and the rain marks ran down her cheeks and down her neck.
The sad and sad atmosphere is in the drizzle, in the wine glass, in the things and people, the more the brew is getting stronger.
At night, the rain did not stop.
On the streets of Rongcheng, a man in a hat sneaked through the alley, turned around, and knocked on the door of a certain alley hut.
The man in the house welcomed him in, invited him into the back room, and handed him a cup of tea.
"Brother Gu, don't come unharmed."
The man took off the hat and said with a smile: "Without further ado, there is no news about Kuimu Peak":