In front of the lotus pedestal, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
"Why are you still here?"
Ouyang Rong ignored Liu Zilin's words. He looked around blankly, frowning in confusion.
The purple haze in Ouyang Rong's eyes had long since faded, as if it had never happened.
The people who had retreated in surprise gathered around him again.
Liu Zilin's muscles at the nasolabial folds twitched: "Why are you still here? Are you having trouble with your brain?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head: "I understand, I took you to ascend together, right? It should be like this, yes."
Ouyang Rong looked around the dark underground palace. Regardless of the sharp knife at his neck, he suddenly stood up and looked up at the wellhead above his head.
He stood on the lotus pedestal with a blank look on his face. He stretched out his palms and grasped the familiar blue sky of his "hometown" outside the well.
"Where's the rope? Give it to me. I want to climb up and take a look. I took you guys up to the sky. If you don't believe me, go up and take a look. The truth is out there. See for yourself."
His whole body was trembling with excitement, his eyes were particularly firm, and he was mumbling words.
Liu Zilin looked around in surprise, but his tone could not hide his irritability:
"Are you sick? Where is the Cauldron Sword? What happened to your eyes just now? Is it because of the orb? Give it to me, give it to me quickly!"
He yanked the young man off the lotus platform, raised his head and stretched out his hand. The young man was giggling in a dazed way. He grabbed the latter's hand and opened it one by one, but it was empty. There was no trace of any orbs.
Ouyang Rong suddenly pulled away his arm, turned around and rushed to grab the rope hanging from the wellhead.
"Let me go up, let me go up quickly, I'm back home, I'm definitely back home! Liu Zilin, you can kill or chop up whatever you want, let me take a look, go up and take a look, I'll take you to the Pure Land!"
The young county magistrate's clothes and hair were messy. He grabbed the rope and climbed up desperately. His eye circles began to turn red sickly:
"As we said, 'Go back and come back,' how can the deducted merit be false? Master Zhongma can ascend, why can't I ascend?"
"Cao Runuan! Ouyang Lianghan, are you crazy?"
Liu Zilin opened his eyes wide, and his chest was filled with anger. He kicked the rope-climbing young man fiercely:
"I say it one last time, hand over the orb!"
Ouyang Rong climbed up indifferently, his red eyes staring straight at the blue sky above.
Four slaves in green clothes immediately rushed forward and pulled Ouyang Rong back.
"Let me go!"
The latter struggled desperately.
Suddenly there was a "pop" sound.
Ouyang Rong felt a chill in his stomach.
Then there was a warm, sore current flowing through his lower abdomen.
His body froze for a moment, and he knelt down on the lotus pedestal with a "thud" sound, lowering his head and staring blankly at the extra handle of the knife on his belly.
There is thick hot liquid, "tick tick tick", water droplets dripping in lines on the dusty lotus table.
"Neuropathy!"
Liu Zilin cursed angrily, pushed Ouyang Rong away, threw away the handle of the knife, and yelled at the men beside him with an evil look on his face:
"Hold this madman down until I find the orb first."
After saying that, he quickly squatted down in front of the lotus pedestal, reached out and groped for the shadows under the lotus pedestal that Ouyang Rong had groped before, his eyes anxious, looking for the orb all over the ground.
The underground palace was dark, and a ray of sunlight falling from the wellhead fell alone on the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace. It also fell on a young man who was mumbling with a blue nose and swollen eyes, and a knife stuck in his abdomen.
In this light, dust slowly ripples.
"Go back home...go back home...the pure land...my pure land...where is the pure land..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his short-haired head, with his arms behind his back, and was pressed hard by the slave in green. The short knife on his stomach slowly moved with the breathing of his chest and abdomen. He knelt in a pool of dripping blood.
Amidst the irritable and furious sounds of Liu Zilin searching for beads all over the ground, and the vicious insults from the Tsing Yi slaves around him.
Ouyang Rong slowly raised his head.
He raised his pale face, and at some point, his face was filled with tears and his eyes were red.
The young man who was kneeling suddenly stood up and struggled desperately, ignoring the blood gushing out from his abdominal wound.
The guard slave quickly suppressed him, but he still straightened his back, raised his head in tears, and cried heartbreakingly at the small well above his head:
"Oh my God! You're playing tricks on me! You keep playing tricks on me!"
The roar echoed through the underground palace.
A distant place that has long been regarded as a pure land of peace of mind is completely extinct.
Having a home and never returning home, and never having a home again, are two different things.
Without people from "far away", what would be left?
Ouyang Rong knelt down and looked up to the sky, his voice was hoarse and he roared silently.
Death is not scary, what is scary is the abominable and bloody reality in front of you after the disillusionment.
It would be better to die.
The slaves in green clothes either looked sideways and moved, or drew their swords with cold eyes.
"found it!"
At this moment, Liu Zilin, who was kneeling in front of the rosette and groping all over the ground, suddenly became happy. In the place where Ouyang Rong, who had just been filled with purple eyes, had groped with his palm, he also groped for something unusual - a mark carved on the ground.
The cold and rough stone carvings seem to be four characters.
"Sure enough, there is a hidden mechanism! You Ouyang Lianghan, you are so well hidden!"
Liu Zilin pressed his fingers hard on the unknown four-character stone carving.
no response.
He frowned slightly at first, then leaned down and brought his head closer.
The underground palace is dim. Although the lotus pedestal in the center is illuminated by the light from the wellhead, the ground under the pedestal is blocked by the lotus pedestal all year round, leaving it in a moist shadow and covered with deep moss.
Liu Zilin turned his head and was about to light a torch. He paused and without getting up, he drew out the moonlight sword and brought the sword close to him.
The perennial shadows under the rosette are dispersed by the gray moonlight.
The four-character stone carving finally revealed its true appearance.
Liu Zilin frowned and took a closer look, moved his head closer, and slowly read out: "Go...go...come?"
At the same time, the cold stone carving of "Go Back" carved by someone unknown on the floor silently absorbed the cold moonlight emitted by a certain sword blade for a while.
Liu Zilin suddenly frowned and found that the four-character stone carving in front of him seemed to... light up?
Yes, after the gray moonlight shrouded the Moonlight Sword, it began to emit brighter moonlight than the former, but the two seemed to have the same origin.
It's just that one is brighter and the other is darker.
"There really is a mechanism..." Before Liu Zilin's smile completely faded away.
"Click——!"
There was a slight cracking sound from all sides of the underground palace.
Below the rosette, the four-character stone carving of "Go Back" shines brightly.
It was as if a switch had been flipped correctly, and something that had been sleeping for a long time began to slowly awaken.
"What is this?" Liu Zilin straightened up and looked around with a mixture of joy and panic. The slaves in green clothes also hurriedly grasped their swords and were on alert.
There was an endless stream of subtle cracking sounds, coming from the four walls of the underground palace.
Click... click...
On the four walls with the murals of Buddha Jataka, fragments fell off, slowly revealing behind the murals... it looked like old walls blackened by fireworks.
And bright and dazzling moonlight slowly shot out from where these fragments fell off.
It seems that something is shining brightly on the old wall on the inner floor, even causing the new mural wall outside to fall down, which can no longer be blocked.
This scene is like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. It only takes three short breaths to fully reveal its true appearance.
On the four walls of the underground palace, there are lines of hastily scrawled writing that reappear along with the old walls.
These lines of unfamiliar handwriting are like the four-character stone carvings of "Go back, come back", emitting dazzling moonlight.
For a time, the underground palace was bright.
The faint shadows of Ouyang Rong, Liu Zilin, and the servants in blue were stretched very long.
The clear brilliance of the bright moon shines on the faces that look around blankly.
"I'm coming back... Will Wuhu not return to the countryside? Since I take my heart as a form of slavery... I am so sad and sad... What the hell is this?"
Liu Zilin stared at the long article on the wall, read the first few sentences, and couldn't help frowning, but just in case, he quickly took out the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures, lowered his head and recited silently. After finishing, he looked towards the underground palace where the light was shining, and shouted softly:
"Made by craftsmen! Made by craftsmen? Made by craftsmen...Made by craftsmen."
The sword has not yet appeared.
Liu Zilin suddenly looked back in shock and asked Ouyang Rong angrily:
"Where are my beads? Why is this a piece of bullshit poetry? Where are the beads? Are they in the underground palace? Tell me quickly!" He grabbed the handle of the knife on Ouyang Rong's abdomen and pressed with force with his wrist.
On the wall of the underground palace is a poem called "Come Back and Come Back".
Ouyang Rong, who was numb from abdominal pain, knelt on the rosette and turned his head blankly.
He had already memorized this poem by heart.
But what really stunned him was that the moonlight stone carvings on the four walls contained more than just one "Ci of Return".
At the end of the poem on the east wall, there is an extra paragraph, and there is sadness between the lines...
Ouyang Rong stared intently at these last words.
Because it comes from a monk from Donglin Temple who used the sword energy of a tripod sword a hundred years ago and hastily left behind his "Return and Lai Ci" before his death.
Master Zhongma.
"Hahahaha... It's so interesting! It's so interesting hahahaha..."
The young county magistrate suddenly raised his head and laughed, but when the laughter fell in the ears of Liu Zilin and others, there was no joy, but an indescribable feeling of silence.
"Well, Tao Yuanming, it's fine if you don't act as the magistrate of Longcheng County. If you don't act like a master of the 'Hanshi' sword, you leave this 'Hanshi' sword technique to the monk Donglin Temple before you go into seclusion, causing harm to future generations!
"Tao Yuanming, you are noble! You are amazing!"
He smiled and pointed at the poem "The Return of the Moonlight Sword" on the wall. He covered his stomach and laughed, almost laughing out of his intestines at the bleeding wound. Ouyang Rong was still overjoyed:
"And you, Master Zhongma, just steal the sword if you steal it. What a bullshit lotus pagoda alliance. For that broken sword, you draw a ground as a prison in the underground palace under the lotus pagoda after the water escapes. You will die in the thick smoke. Just die."
, Where are you keeping your mother’s sword skills? Are you pretending to be your mother’s physical body and becoming a Buddha? This is misleading future generations!
"I was deceived by the two of you together, hahahahahaha... No, no, no, it was me who was stupid! It was me who was stupid, and you were both right, hahahahaha!"
Ouyang Rong seemed to have reincarnated into an old man taking postgraduate entrance exams, but under the bright smile, his eyes were full of indifference and loneliness.
He was laughing at the obsessions of his predecessors, and he was also laughing at his own obsessions.
"There is no such thing as a 'go back and come home' blessing in this world. It's just a piece of bullshit sword art called 'Go Go Lai Xi Ci'.
"There is no fixed 'pretend' in the Ding Sword. This entire Dragon City is its invisible sword furnace and its 'pretend'. That old senior gave everyone the opportunity!
So damn fair!”
Ouyang Rong covered his stomach full of blood with both hands, laughing and gibbering like crazy.
Everyone was shocked and confused after hearing this. What Ouyang Rong said in front of him even made Monk Liu Zilin Zhanger confused, but the next few words made him horrified.
"What do you mean! The entire Dragon City is a 'pretend'?!"
Liu Zilin rushed forward and grabbed the limp Ouyang Rong by the collar with his big hands like a pair of pincers. His spittle spattered out. He glared and asked:
"Also, you said that the article on the wall is also a sword art?"
Ouyang Rong lowered his head, touched the handle of the knife inserted in his abdomen with his bloody hand, and let out a low and hoarse laugh of "ho ho":
"Otherwise? The old man is teasing you. The article on the wall is the real 'Hanshi' sword art. You didn't expect it, hahaha. I already mentioned the Hanshi sword art. You guys are just reading nonsense Buddhist scriptures."
"Wait a minute, doesn't that mean..."
Liu Zilin was shocked at first, then overjoyed, and threw away the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures. The next second, he seemed to have realized something, and quickly pressed the young magistrate's head to the floor, covering his eyes, and said sternly:
"How can you see more of the sword tactics..."
He reached out to pick up the moonlight sword, preparing to chop off the head, then turned around and recited the long sword formula on the four walls.
The next moment, what happened in front of him made Liu Zilin's soul tremble.
The young man below had dull eyes, turned his side to the air, and softly uttered two words:
"Craftsmanship."
Suddenly, a shiver from Liu Zilin's soul started from the soles of Liu Zilin's feet and surged up his cervical spine, as if it was about to lift the lid of his heavenly spirit.
Liu Zilin's eyes were full of anger and he spat out: "You are..."
The third young master of the Liu family only had time to utter these two words.
At this moment, his widened eyes clearly reflected a clear blue arc.
An "arc" appears in the underground palace.
No one could see clearly how it appeared.
Like a myth suddenly appearing in the mortal world.
"arc".
Floating in a beam of sunlight in the center of the underground palace.
It is neither a sword nor a cauldron.
Not a grain of dust can fall on "Arc".
From the perspective of anyone in the underground palace, it looks like an "arc" line.
Under the intersection of sunlight and moonlight, the color of the clear blue sky was so beautiful, and it also had a perfect arc that no one in the audience had ever seen.
A little more curved than a straight line, a little straighter than the outline of the sun and moon.
It is an elegant and intuitive work of art.
It's called craftsmanship.
She is also so beautiful and graceful when harvesting the heads of everyone in front of her.
Ouyang Rong's limbs were as limp as mud, lying on the ground, his face pressed against the cold floor, and his heart was filled with despair.
The underground palace around him first fell into a deathly silence for a short time, and then suddenly exploded.
Some people turned around and ran away, while others rushed forward in fear.
Because as we all know, the person holding the sword is the most lethal, but the person holding the sword is also as fragile as glass.
A burst of light and shadow flashed one after another in the underground palace.
A shattered blade flew and flew, spinning in the air.
Its front and back mirrors reflect scenes of silence taking place.
Bits and pieces, and bizarre:
There are broken limbs.
There is vomit.
There are dim eyes that stare like copper bells.
There is a mouth with yellow teeth and blood that opens silently.
There are also jets of hot water pouring on the lotus stone pedestal.
There were also scattered silhouettes of fallen figures running away and stiff bodies kneeling and kowtowing.
Finally, there is Liu Zilin's eyes full of blood-eating dead fish, paired with a face full of weirdness and disbelief.
Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—Boom!
In the bright Pure Land Palace, heads fell one after another.
There is a faint elegant rhythm to the sound of falling heads, like an artist arriving late to the venue, calmly playing a newly composed piece of music.
In this short but rapid, one-sided killing song.
The greediest people die in search of treasure.
The person who has the least desire obtains the thing that most arouses greed and desire.
Those who are most homesick have their hopes dashed and never find their way back home.
The most indignant person, even if he has a mythical sword, can only be helpless and furious.
God did play a big joke on someone.
In the empty underground palace, Ouyang Rong lay on the ground with everyone else, motionless the whole time.
The right side of his face was pressed against the cold and rough floor. Under his short blood-red hair, his dull lacquered eyes reflected the four-character stone carving of "go back and come back" under the "vermilion rosette" in front of him. There was a murmuring sound that sounded in this deserted place.
Standing empty underground palace:
"I'm coming back... Why don't you want to do anything else? Wealth and honor are not what I want. I can't expect the imperial hometown... Oh, I can't expect the imperial hometown."
Death cannot defeat an idealist, but "truth" can. It can easily destroy beliefs and overthrow spiritual sustenance. Lies are not terrible, the truth is the sharp knife.