"The master once told me that this is the place where she dies, but it is also the place where she is her mission. The mission determines that she must come here, but after completing the mission, she must die here." At this point, the King of Shangxi suddenly looked at him.
He threw it into Jiajun and the others, "I guess she has completed her mission now. It seems that you are the people she needs to see in her mission? Can you tell me what she said to you?..."
After half a day, it was already late at night, and the whole royal city returned to silence again. Jiajun and the other two said goodbye to the King of Shangxi, and sent Kotore home all the way.
"Grandpa? Grandpa!!!" Opening the door, Cottore looked at the scene on the bed, suddenly his whole body froze, and then rushed over with tears. His grandfather's body was lying on the bed with an unusually straight body, without a trace of it.
It seems that the movement has passed away for a long time.
Jiajun and Bingfu looked at each other with shocked faces, walked slowly to the bed, hugged the extremely sad child tightly, allowing him to twitch in his arms.
...
"Xiaojun, what are you thinking?" When I returned to the welcome room, it was almost dawning. Jiajun dragged his tired body and threw himself on the bed, but he couldn't close his eyes for a long time.
"A dead end that will surely die? What does this master mean?"
"Don't think about it anymore. The King of the West said that the numerology talent is very special, but it may not be able to explain everything clearly."
"That holy power is so weird! I heard that wherever she goes, the holy power will condense. Is this what she calls "the eagle"?"
"I have studied the King of Western Studies for so long but it has no results. How could you understand it for a while? Besides, everyone has left!" Bingbat sighed, "What's the point of being afraid of death? You and I practice are originally against the heavens.
But as long as you don’t reach the state of despising the heavens and changing your destiny, you will never escape death.”
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just thinking about what the three stars she said mean..."
...
Just when Jiajun was sad, another time and space, a place where Li Yuan Realm was separated by several worlds, and that place where Jiajun was dreaming of was playing a bizarre scene.
Dongchen Empire, Yanjing Chenxing.
Also in the night, there is a quiet and desolate place outside the suburbs of Yanjing. There are hundreds of stone tablets arranged in a crooked manner. The steles are engraved with some large and small handwritings, but many of them have been read.
Not clear anymore.
In the night, the dim yellow moon in the sky, the cold wind mixed with dew is accompanied by the cry of insects, making the place even more gloomy.
This place is a cemetery. Moreover, the Dongchen Empire has a special name for this place, "Retreat Village". It is just because this is the place where the Dongchen Empire buried monks with sacred nations, in order to show respect for them, the Empire did not want to mention "death"
The word "六" only says that they have retired.
I won't mention the empire for now, but the tombkeeper here gave another nickname, "Ghost Village". As the land is called, in the eyes of these tombkeepers, this is not a glorious monument forest, but
From time to time, there are gusts of wind, and sometimes there are terrifying and gloomy places with scattered and strange sounds.
It was a while before dawn, and it was time for the grave guards who had been stationed here to take turns to change shifts. Lao Zeng was one of the grave guards who had been stationed here for many years.
The tomb guardian is not a monk. In fact, there is nothing to guard the tombs here. Many tombstones were built hundreds of years ago. After the erosion of wind and rain, even the names of the dead were not clear. The Empire did this just to sacrifice its lives for the monks.
Just express some respect.
For Lao Zeng himself, he just started a relaxed job. Although there were many rumors of haunted here, he had already experienced it after years of garrison and never took these rumors to heart.
The shift was about to change, Lao Zeng returned to his residence as the same way. The closer he got to the residence, the larger and magnificent tombstones were, which were much stronger than ordinary stone steles. Some more important figures were obviously buried here.
So what if the tombstone is beautifully built? Old Zeng often thinks like this: if you die, you will die. No matter how you call the wind and rain in front of you, you will be a cup of dust after death. This monk is nothing more than a mortal. He will die sooner or later, and will last for a lifetime.
Thank you for your hard practice, I am a mortal, and I have lived a leisurely life for decades?
Thinking of this, Lao Zeng shook his head and hummed a small song while walking back to the house leisurely.
"Hmm? Here..." I was about to return to the house. When I passed by a particularly prominent stone tablet, Lao Zeng suddenly stopped in surprise.
He knew very well about this stone tablet. A few years ago, the owner of the stone tablet was buried at this time, and it attracted all the gravekeepers to watch. The complicated discussion lasted for several days.
The person buried here was "Master Nie Jun" who was known as the most powerful person in Dongchen Kingdom and the peak of spiritual refining.
When he died suddenly in the Sutra Library of the Emperor Spirit Academy, Master Nie Jun's death caused an earthquake in the upper layer of the empire. This legendary figure who achieved nothing before he was 80 years old and who made rapid progress after he was 80 years old was unable to escape from his destiny.
When the pseudo-saint realm was one step away, he left this world strangely.
"Ah?! I was robbed from the tomb!" Lao Zeng was stunned for a while and suddenly exclaimed! In front of him, the bottom of the originally magnificent and tall tombstone actually cracked a large mouth silently, and the dark hole was just enough for a person.
When entering and exiting, it is obviously leading to the tomb.
Lao Zeng ran to his residence in panic. It was the first time he encountered a tomb robbery after so many years! The monk never had the custom of burying with him after his death, and there was nothing to steal. Unless it was an enemy who came to the door, digging the grave and burning the corpse to take revenge.
!When thinking of this, Lao Zeng became even more panicked...
After one day, the imperial guards of the imperial family and several great figures from the elders gathered here, looking at the tombstone with a gloomy face.
"Master Nie Jun, you have offended me so much! If you find out which bold and arrogant madman is, we will definitely use the blood blade to avenge the master!" An old man in an elder's robe bowed to the tombstone and swore sternly.
He said, "Open the monument!" He shouted loudly, and several workers rushed up and began to open the entire grave with their hands.
This is not a huge project, it will be completed soon, but during the whole process, several people around were worried. The burial of monks is always pure. If there is any magic weapon inheritance, it will be arranged to be buried separately.
What's more, Master Nie Jun is an elder of the empire. When he died, all his wealth and treasures were left to the empire, which is well known.
After a while, the tombstone opened and only a coffin was left in the tomb. But when the coffin came into view, several elders suddenly took a breath. The coffin that should have been closed was now opened, and the coffin was
It's empty.
"Where is Master Nie Jun's body?!" The elder who led the lead exclaimed, and everyone was stunned...