The hot springs in the Tianhu Holy Land have stopped spewing because they have lost the power of Suzaku, and this wonder of the northern wilderness has disappeared.
Baili Ming, Yuan Zhaoxi and Little Golden Eagle stood on the shore of the lake, staring at the peaceful Tianhu Lake, silent for a long time.
After they dealt with Gong Mi, they used magic to block the springs. At this point, the grudges between these people and Gong Mi came to an end.
This time, there is no possibility of Gongya's resurrection, leaving only a remnant soul suffering in pain, paying for all the evil deeds she has committed.
Yuan Chaoxi withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Bailiming, and asked the doubts in his heart:
"Baili, we were under the abyss just now, why did you ask Gong Mi in detail about the magic beast transformation formation?"
After Bailiming heard this, he still stared blankly at Tianhu, and said leisurely in silence for a while:
"Chao Xi, I will explain to you later, you guys do something for me first."
"What's the matter?"
Yuan Chaoxi and Little Golden Eagle asked in unison. Bailiming replied in a low tone:
"Help me bury the people from the Ding Ling tribe."
…
Two people and one bird returned to the Ding Ling tribe, where they could see the devastation and corpses everywhere. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent, but late justice cannot restore the souls of those who died tragically, nor can it heal the pain in everyone's hearts.
I once returned to the late green with floating clouds, and still accompany the setting sun with the sound of autumn.
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but a sad picture cannot be painted.
The little golden eagle let out a few long sighs and said with a sad voice:
"Let's get started."
"Hold on."
Baili Ming interrupted. Under the puzzled and confused gazes of Yuan Zhaoxi and Little Golden Eagle, a bright light shot out from his Dantian, and a simple but rough scroll reappeared in the air.
The scroll slowly unfolded, and a picture scroll came into view. The picture scroll vividly depicts a vast and boundless land. On top of the land is a swinging sacred tree that towers over the sky and covers the surrounding areas.
Next to the sacred tree is a bonfire, or more like a flame that spontaneously ignites out of thin air. It slowly changes color, from red to orange, then to yellow, white, until cyan, blue, and finally purple, and then starts again.
The cycle goes back and forth.
In the indigo sky, the Big Dipper's handle points to the north, shining brightly. At the end where the sky and the earth meet, there is an extremely deep black, and even the starlight is swallowed up by it.
Suddenly, a misty green light shot out from the Fuyao sacred tree, and then formed a fan that enveloped the entire Ding Ling tribe. Immediately, a blurry shadow appeared on the body of each deceased person in the tribe, and then turned into a little starlight, as if passing through
The meteor shower from the sky generally falls into the scroll and onto the sacred tree of Fuyao.
I saw that the branches and leaves of the sacred tree in the scroll seemed to be covered with dots of starlight, which was breathtaking and confusing.
Then, the picture scroll slowly gathered into a scroll, which was still as ordinary and poorly made as before. The scroll suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Bai Liming's dantian.
"Baili, is that your natal spiritual creature? It looks very magical."
Little Golden Eagle asked with an envious look on his face. Bai Liming nodded in response. Yuan Chaoxi frowned slightly and said hesitantly:
"Why do I feel that your natal spiritual being is very similar to a place? Also, why do you want to take away the souls of everyone in the Ding Ling tribe?"
"Hey, it's similar to a place? Morning and evening, where is it?"
The little golden eagle looked at Yuan Chaoxi with a question mark on his face, then turned to Bai Liming, and then looked between the two of them, his eyes full of inquiry and inquiry.
Bailiming took the initiative to answer questions, thought for a moment and said:
"I will now answer your questions just now and before. The reason why the previous questions were not explained on the spot was precisely because I was in a hurry to return to the Ding Ling tribe to collect their souls."
After a brief pause, he organized his words and said word by word:
"The reason why I do this is because I plan to resurrect them."
"What? Resurrect them? How do you resurrect the dead? Besides, don't the souls of ordinary people eventually dissipate?"
The little golden eagle was shocked when he heard this and asked questions like a barrage of questions.
Bai Liming waved her hand to signal her not to worry, but Yuan Chaoxi actually lowered her head to think. After a moment, she raised her head and said in surprise:
"Monster Transformation Array? Do you plan to use the Monster Transformation Array to resurrect them? Just like Xiao Feifei and Gong Mi?"
"Yes."
Bai Liming nodded and admitted, then he looked at the dumbfounded little golden eagle and continued:
"It is recorded in the Taoist classics that human souls contain spiritual energy. Within seven days after a person's death, the soul will slowly turn into spiritual energy and return to heaven and earth again. In fact, this sentence is correct, but it is not entirely correct, because these deceased people
His soul has not disappeared between heaven and earth."
"What? It didn't dissipate? Where did it go? Will the Taoist classics still lie to us?"
The little golden eagle was once again shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask a series of questions. Bai Liming smiled helplessly and continued:
"The Beidou Demon Subduing Formation set up by the Taoist Sect, more accurately speaking, should be the Beidou Soul Confining Formation. The souls of the dead in the Middle Earth are absorbed into the nine cauldrons and refined into the power of souls to compete for the world's
Spiritual energy, even luck. And that people's souls dissipate after death are just words of foolish people."
"Ah? How can this, this, be like this? Is this true?"
The little golden eagle was shocked and incoherent by Bai Liming's words. He looked at Yuan Chaoxi in disbelief, as if he was asking and consulting.
Yuan Chaoxi pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hand to poke the little golden eagle on the head, and said with a smile:
"It's true, and not only in the Middle Earth, but also in the Northern Wasteland and Southern Xinjiang, there are similar magic circles to gather the power of souls for one's own use. The place I just mentioned is similar to Baili's natal spiritual creature.
It is the resting place of the great priests of the Tiandao Temple of Shamanism - the Buddhist Scripture Cave."
"Alas, I was the only co-author who was kept in the dark. You all have known the truth for a long time. Alas, I feel like a fool."
The little golden eagle lamented with some resentment.
Bai Liming and Yuan Chaoxi looked at each other, and both of them showed understanding smiles. Bai Liming teased:
"Don't feel sorry for yourself. Ninety-nine percent of the disciples and even the elders in this secret sect don't know about it. Now that you know it, you can brag about it."
Then, his face became solemn and he said in a serious tone:
"Okay, it's time for us to bury the elders of the Ding Ling tribe."
The two of them acted silently, using magic to clear an open area in the center of the camp, and buried the dead men, women, and children of the Ding Ling tribe one by one.
Bai Liming personally dug out Baoler, whom he had buried in confusion, and carefully cleaned up her remains. Looking at the girl's bloody face, his tears fell silently again.
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
Baili Ming let out a choked sigh and wrapped the girl's cold body with a thick blanket. Then he picked up the girl's body and placed it in the tomb. A handful of soil fell down and the tomb rose.
More than a hundred tombs, like hills, stand on the land of the Northern Wasteland, with heavy snowfall turning them white.
Yuan Chaoxi walked over with a sad expression and asked softly:
"Baili, where should we go next? Back to Kaiyang?"