At this time, no one in Zi Xuantian seems to have realized that at the interface between the fairy world and the Nine Heavens Hell, there is a storm waiting for them that has not been experienced in hundreds of thousands of years. Everyone's attention is still there.
They are all watching the eighteen levels of hell.
Because, after a while, those who enter it will come out of the secret realm.
Immortal Lord Siming and Saint Tianmu were in the sword boat and suddenly said softly: "Have you ever felt that something is wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Immortal Lord Siming pointed in the direction of Qiankun Mountain and said: "In recent days, the sword boat in Qiankun Mountain has been extremely quiet. Most of the disciples have not gone out. Sage Xie Yue and Fairy Qiuling have not shown up, and the atmosphere
I seem to be a lot more nervous than before.”
The Tianmu Saint frowned and said: "Do you think there is something wrong with them? This is Zi Xuantian, not their territory. Even if they want to do anything, it is impossible."
Immortal Siming said: "I don't know very well, but I just feel like something is wrong. You are like this... Try to find a way to explore the side of Qiankun Mountain. They only have Saint Xie Yue who is at a similar level to you. Be careful and no one can detect it.
your!"
The eighteenth level of hell.
When Xiang Que was in it, he only felt waves of darkness. This kind of darkness made people want to stretch out their hands, but then they found that they still couldn't see anything in front of them.
This level of hell is extremely quiet, as if it is so quiet that people can hear their own heartbeat and breathing. It has been a while since Xiang Que came in, but he didn't even dare to take a step, and naturally he didn't know what was in front of him.
What kind of situation.
This is a level of hell where no situation can be seen, even the consciousness cannot detect any scene.
After a long time, Xiang Que took a deep breath. The sound of a breath of cold air was so clear that it had a rolling feeling in his ears, which made people startled.
The last level is the saw hell, but Xiang Que didn't see the saw, and even the fighting spirit didn't feel it, as if this place was empty.
Xiang Que opened his mouth, frowned and said softly: "Is Lord Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here?"
The sound rolled away and echoed in this layer. It was not until a moment passed that the last sound gradually dissipated, but there was no echo.
Xiang Que was completely confused. He even wanted to yell, "What on earth is going on? You are making some noise. What the hell is this? It's silent. How on earth am I going to live in this level of hell?"
Xiang Que reluctantly took the next step, but there was a strange feeling that he didn't land after he stepped out, as if he had stepped into an abyss.
At the same time, Xiang Que also lost consciousness.
There is a word called a dream for a thousand years, which probably means that a person has a dream that lasts for a thousand years. Of course, this is just an exaggerated description. No one can really have a thousand-year dream.
But Xiang Que really went back to a thousand years ago.
The word Xiangjiatun has disappeared from Xiang Que's mind for a long time. He has not thought of it for at least hundreds of years, because that world is too far away from him, so far away that there is nothing to miss.
Xiang Que saw Xiangjiatun from God's perspective, just like the time when he had an epiphany on the snowy plateau. He also saw the ancient war between immortals and gods from God's perspective, and saw the eight handprints left by the emperor.
Xiang Que was surprised at this state, but before he had time to think about it, his parents and two sisters appeared in front of him. In Xiang Que's sight, several members of the family were anxiously coming out of the home. At the same time,
The young and old men in the village also came out with flashlights and torches, and then rushed anxiously in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Que's eyes instantly burst into tears. What he saw in a thousand-year dream was the life he experienced a thousand years ago. At that time, Xiang Que disappeared when he was four or five years old, and then ran to the west of Xiangjiatun.
Xishan Old Cemetery.
It was Zhu Chungang, the veteran Taoist, who carried him out of the cemetery, and then took Xiang Que to the Ancient Well Temple in Zhongnan Mountain when he was ten years old, thus forming a master-disciple relationship.
Chen Xia, Wang Xuanzhen, Wang Kunlun and others also appeared in front of Xiang Que's eyes. The scene he saw was exactly what he had experienced in his previous life.
Xiang Que's life was definitely exciting. He defied heaven for his destiny, Doumaoshan, Tianshi and other major sects, went through tribulations and entered the paradise of cave heaven, and finally came back again to achieve greatness.
Xiang Que, from God's perspective, couldn't help but murmured: "Why do you want me to experience this life again? It has already passed, and it is too far away from me, because they are no longer here..."
The most important people in Xiang Que's life, apart from his old master, his uncle and his senior brother, his parents, Chen Xia and his brothers, best friends, and his descendants have all been lost in the long river of history.
Dust to dust, dust to dust, everything has long since become nothing.
But these experiences are nothing short of very complicated. In addition to joy, there is also too much sadness.
For example, Su Ho back then, Xiang Que watched her die in front of him but was unable to do anything. He didn't even have the possibility to stretch out his hand to rescue her. Su Ho's death also made him sink for a long time. If it weren't for the last
To rescue his daughter, he might not even be able to get out.
When Xiang Que saw the scene of Su Ho's tragic death, his whole body was in a sluggish state. His heart felt like it had been cut by thousands of knives, and it was truly heartbreaking.
He vaguely remembered what Su Ho had asked him before he died.
"Do you have even a little bit of love for me..."
Xiang Que burst into tears again. Once he returned to a thousand years ago, all the past appeared before his eyes.
Sometimes people are so strange. It is obvious that you have already experienced these things and they have become a passing cloud. But when you watch these history re-enacted again, it still seems like you have experienced it personally again.
Same.
You will still feel the pain in your heart, as if you just walked through it.
This is not nostalgia, but because these things have been rooted in your heart for a long time. Although you have not thought about it, it has already become a demonic obstacle in your heart, but it has never been brought up.
On the road of spiritual practice, ordinary bumps and bruises don’t actually matter. The most important thing is the experience of the state of mind. This is an insurmountable hurdle. Some powerful people may not be able to overcome it in their lifetime, which means they can only stop here.
But if some people make the leap, they may face another world.
Mindfulness is far more important than one's own practice, abandoning inner demons, and finally facing a brand new world.