Chapter 663 Enlightenment of Life and Death in Killing
The four people watched Yu Wen Zhouyuan complete the matter silently, without saying a word or paying attention to them. They suddenly became furious. One of them was about to get angry and reached out to grab Yu Wen Zhouyuan's shoulder.
Suddenly he seemed to hear countless people whispering. When he looked up, he saw thousands of portraits hanging on the ceiling. When the breeze blew, they rustled as if they were whispering.
Only then did these four people notice so many portraits. Looking at these portraits, they suddenly knew what they were, and their expressions all changed.
It was as if thousands of people were watching them above their heads, and the girl vaguely felt that some of the portraits were smiling at her, and the smile was terrifying.
Yuwen Zhouyuan still ignored them, then Dongfang Hancui shouted from a distance: "The meal is ready, husband, you can eat now."
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked towards there, and the girl gritted her teeth and whispered: "Kill him for pretending to be a ghost."
With the thought of killing, the four of them were about to take action. They saw the word "death" flying out of the painting and shooting at the four of them.
"Poof!" Almost four people vomited a mouthful of blood at the same time, and then all four of them fell to the ground. Then, "Bang..." there were four crisp sounds in a row, and there was no sound.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves and rolled the four corpses into the backyard. There was a dry well there, and the well was covered with a large stone slab. The stone slab separated by itself, and the bodies were thrown in, and then the stone slab was covered again.
Inside, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
In the blink of an eye, two years later, there were over a thousand heads and portraits hanging on the beams in the house, and they started to rustle when the wind blew.
Under the protection of the power of life and death that Yuwen Zhouyuan realized, these portraits remain in color despite the wind and rain, and the rice paper remains unbroken. The faces are rich in expressions, each with its own merit.
Yuwen Zhouyuan peeled tofu in the morning, cut off people's heads at noon, and painted in the afternoon. As the day passed, the energy of life and death around his body appeared and disappeared, disappeared and reappeared, and after disappearing and reappearing nine times, he was completely
Dissipate, leaving no trace.
On this day, the three factions in the court, Ge Lao, were completely defeated, and the situation of the Northern Chu Kingdom changed. Ge Lao's family brought disaster to the nine tribes, and more than a thousand people were all beheaded on the Meridian Gate guillotine.
All the executioners in the Northern Chu Kingdom had to participate in this kind of execution, and some part-time executioners were even mobilized from other places.
On this day, there was still a sea of people. Countless people from the same family, both grudges and enemies, gathered here. Some people celebrated loudly, while others cried to see them off. It was a lively scene.
At three quarters of noon, the execution began, but today Yuwen Zhouyuan did not move. He looked at those who were to be executed and suddenly became crazy.
This situation has happened before. Some executioners could not bear the endless killings and beheadings, and suddenly went crazy on the execution ground. The executioner sighed and lost a good hand. He was thinking about the friendship for many years and ignored
The existence of Yuwen Zhouyuan continues to execute the beheading order.
The heads flew up one by one, ranging from an eighty-year-old man to a five- or six-year-old boy. The nine clans were affected, and all of them were beheaded. In the end, only the grandson of the elder, a two-year-old baby, was left.
None of the executioners had the heart to kill him, but the law was strict and he had to kill him.
The fierce Yuwen Zhouyuan moved, and he said: "The sky sends out murderous intentions, and the stars move and change their places; the earth sends out murderous intentions, and dragons and snakes rise from the ground; people send out murderous intentions, and the heaven and earth turn upside down."
In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan once again understood the way of life and death. The spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly in his Dantian. Two air currents were soon formed, one black and one white, one for life and one for death. Life and death depended on each other. This air current began to rotate with the Dantian as the center.
At the same time, the anger of those who were beheaded before death and the death energy after being beheaded quickly rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan. The best thing was that the thousands of people who were beheaded by him were in Yuwen Zhouyuan's residence.
The portrait began to burn and turned into a blazing flame, and the energy of life and death contained in the painting also entered Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
The endless energy of life and death gathered into Yuwen Zhouyuan's body. Yuwen Zhouyuan's aura suddenly changed, and his whole person looked extremely sacred. A kind of Taoist smell emanated from his body.
As the smell of this avenue emitted, countless bright lights emitted from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body for an instant. This bright light illuminated the entire Mingcheng, the capital of the Northern Chu Kingdom. Everyone was shocked and at the same time, a question arose in their hearts as to what was going on.
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There was a whistle, and Yuwen Zhouyuan strode up to the baby and said, "Don't kill him. He has killed enough. If you want to kill him, just kill me. I am willing to take his place in his place!"
After saying that, he picked up the baby and threw it into the crowd, then grabbed his own ghost-headed knife. With a flash of light, Yuwen Zhouyuan's head fell down and died in the baby's place.
The onlookers were in great uproar. Runwang Zhan actually beheaded a baby. It was simply unbelievable. The crowd was in uproar. The remaining members of the Ge Lao family took the opportunity to save the baby.
Twenty years later, the child grew up, rose up in rebellion, and finally succeeded in usurping the throne and became the monarch of Northern Chu.
He canonized Run Wang Zhan, who died for him, as the God of Swords. From then on, this Run Wang Zhan became the god emperor worshiped by all executioners. Later, it slowly developed into the Northern Chu Kingdom's police officer Liu Men and other officials.
Worship the God Emperor.
Besides, after Yuwen Zhouyuan saved the child in his incarnation, he returned home in real form, called Dongfang Hancui and the two of them, restored his original appearance, and drifted away.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan returned to the capital of Daxiong Kingdom. The Chen Yuantang where he entered the mortal world had changed over time and had become a tavern. The wine shop opposite was still there, but Xiaohu was already middle-aged.
However, Xiaohu's son has successfully advanced to the True Yuan Stage, but he has not left home to practice. It seems that he cannot live with his parents.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stood on the street and looked at the pedestrians coming and going. He found that except for a few people on the street who were old people in the street, the rest were all new faces. Time waits for no one, and time is ruthless!
Because Yuwen Zhouyuan has clearly understood the way of life and death, and has already had a glimpse of the ruthless way. Now standing on this long street, he suddenly thinks of life and death, ruthlessness, and the years can't help but move in his heart. It has been a long time.
The artistic conception of time that I had not understood clearly began to loosen!
Without thinking, Yuwen Zhouyuan walked to a nearby inn and stayed there, then took out his pen and began to draw the portrait of the Qingshui Sect's True Lord who understood the artistic conception of the passage of time.
As the pen moved like flying, Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually felt a bang in his head, and his eyes flashed with unimaginable light. At this moment, he felt that his body was suddenly floating, slowly rising from the inn.
, getting higher and higher.
In the process of rising, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw countless mortals. In these mortals, all have the power of time, even some flowers, plants and trees. Everything in the world has the power of time. Time is everywhere.
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Yuwen Zhouyuan subconsciously wanted to find the source of this time power.
Slowly, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that Jishen was flying higher and higher, and the great country Kyoto under him became smaller and smaller. Finally, Kyoto disappeared, and what was in front of him was a space filled with dense energy.
Unfortunately, until now, Yuwen Zhouyuan still has not found the source of the power of time. He can feel that the power of time is everywhere even in the entire universe.
That space filled with dense air was full of strange things. The spiritual power of the entire space was thousands of times more beautiful than the Zhonglingshen of the space where Yuwen Zhouyuan lived. It was even thousands of times higher than that of the Immortal Cultivation World in Taihuang Mountain!
Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted to find the source of the power of time. At this time, he was completely relying on instinct to control all his actions.
Yuwen Zhouyuan felt that his body was getting higher and higher. At this time, he was not under his control. It seemed that he was about to merge into the long river of time in the process of searching for the power of time. Just when he was at a loss.
An old man sitting cross-legged in the Lingshan Cave in the sea in this dense land suddenly opened his eyes and said to himself: "It's interesting that someone actually understands the artistic conception of the passage of time. It seems that this little guy is in trouble. Fortunately, he
Help him!" But
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and raised his hand in the air, and suddenly a stream of light flew towards Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine will that was about to be merged into the river of time.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual thoughts quickly returned to his body at the moment when the stream of light penetrated, and at the same time a voice came from his ears: "In the lower world, one can actually see someone who has such a sense of the power of time. Such a person of heaven's will
Is it possible for those who have not broken through the True Monarch to pursue you? The avenue is boundless and you can do it according to your ability. You have good qualifications, good understanding, and a good state of mind. Your achievements in the future are limitless. If you ascend to the immortal world in the future, you can come to my Liuli Heaven! Worship me in Liuli.
Your Majesty, please go back!" As he spoke, he touched his right hand, and Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly trembled. He felt as if his body had been pushed hard by a strong force, and he suddenly woke up.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan woke up, he found that he was still in this inn. From the image of the old man who had drawn the Qingshui Sect's perception of the passage of time on the table, the ink had not yet dried. It could be seen that the time when his mind had just left the body had not yet dried.
Not long.
"Brother, what does this smell like? It stinks!" Dongfang Hancui came in from outside.
After hearing what Dongfang Hancui said, Yuwen Zhouyuan realized that he was sweating heavily all over his body, and there was a strong fishy smell in the sweat.
Ever since I had my hair and marrow cleansed by the Tai Chi Bell on the top of Zhengxuan Peak in Taihuang Mountain, unless I advance to a higher level, I rarely have such a fishy smell discharged from my hair.
At this time, a bright light flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. He took a deep breath and picked up the Jin Lan pen and started to draw on the rice paper. He saw that his pen was flying. As the pen flew on the rice paper, the Qingshui Sect realized the artistic conception of the passage of time.
The portrait of the old man in yellow shirt gradually appeared on the paper, but the artistic conception of time in the image was not obvious. Yu Wen Zhouyuan raised his hand to burn it, and then painted it again. Yu Wen Zhouyuan persisted like this for a day and a night!
Finally, when Yuwen Zhouyuan reached the 100th painting, the moment he stopped painting, the portrait of the old man in yellow shirt of the Qingshui Sect suddenly took shape. This portrait exuded a rich artistic conception of time, which was the trace of the passage of time.
Looking at the portrait quietly, Yuwen Zhouyuan hung it up after a long time. He put it together with the portraits of the middle-aged scribe and the beautiful woman in her thirties.
Merry Christmas to everyone! Have a happy Christmas Eve.