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Chapter 245 Come home!

Pure Land Palace.

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 in a daze, frowning in doubt.

The purple mist in Ouyang Rong's eyes has long since faded, as if it had never happened.

The crowd who had retreated in surprise once again surrounded them.

Liu Zilin's muscles twitched at the nasolabial folds: "What's still here, are you out of your mind?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head: "I see, I took you to fly together, right? It should be like this, that's right."

Ouyang Rong looked around the dark underground palace, ignored the sharp knife around his neck, and suddenly stood up, looking up at the mouth of the well above his head.

Standing on the lotus pedestal, with a dazed expression on his face, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the familiar blue sky of his "hometown" outside the well.

"Where is the rope, give it to me, I want to climb up to have a look. I took you to fly up, if you don't believe me, go up to have a look, the truth is outside, see for yourself."

He was trembling with excitement, his eyes were extremely firm, and he was muttering words.

Liu Zilin sized him up in surprise, but his irritable tone could not be concealed:
"Are you sick? Where's the Dingjian! What happened to your eyes just now? Is it because of that orb? Give it to me, give it to me!"

He yanked down the smirking young man on the lotus platform who was stretching his head up and stretching out his hands, and grabbed the latter's hands and opened them one by one, but they were empty, and there was no trace of any orbs.

Ouyang Rong suddenly pulled his arm away, turned his head and rushed to snatch the rope hanging from the wellhead.

"Let me go up, let me go up, I'm home, I'm definitely home! Liu Zilin, kill or cut whatever you want, let me take a look, go up and take a look, I'll bring you to the Pure Land!"

The young county magistrate, with messy clothes and hair, grabbed the rope and desperately climbed up, his eye circles began to turn sickly red:
"What about the 'return to return' that was promised, can the deducted merit be fake? Master Zhongma can ascend, so why can't I ascend?"

"Miss Cao Ru! Ouyang Lianghan, are you crazy?"

Liu Zilin opened his eyes wide, his chest was burning with anger, and he kicked the rope-climbing young man fiercely:
"I will say it one last time, hand over the orb!"

Ouyang Rong climbed up without paying attention, his red eyes staring straight at the blue sky above.

The four servants in green clothes rushed forward immediately, pulling Ouyang Rong back.

"Let go of my father!"

The latter struggled desperately.

Suddenly there was a "plop".

Ouyang Rong only felt a chill in his stomach.

Then there was a sore warm current flowing through the lower abdomen.

His body froze, and he knelt down on the lotus pedestal with a "boom", looking down 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, shook off the handle of the knife, and shouted at his subordinates with a vicious expression on his face:

"Press this lunatic and wait for Lao Tzu to find the orb first."

After finishing speaking, he quickly squatted down in front of the lotus pedestal, and reached out his hand to explore the shadow under the lotus pedestal, where Ouyang Rong had groped before. His eyes were anxious, and he searched for the orb all over the place.

The underground palace was gloomy, and a ray of sunlight falling from the mouth of the well fell on the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace alone, and also fell on a certain murmuring young man with a blue nose and swollen eyes and a knife in his abdomen.

In this ray of light, the dust slowly rippled.

"Going home... Going home... Pure Land... My Pure Land... Where is the Pure Land..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head with short hair, his arms were cut behind his back, and was pressed hard by the servant in blue. The short knife on his stomach wriggled slowly with the breathing of his chest and abdomen, and he knelt in a pool of blood dripping.

Amidst Liu Zilin's impetuous and furious voice looking for beads all over the ground, and the vicious insults of the surrounding slaves in Tsing Yi.

Ouyang Rong slowly raised his head.

He raised his pale face, and at some point, tears were streaming down his face, and his eyes were red.

The kneeling young man suddenly jumped up, struggling desperately, ignoring the blood gushing from the wound on his abdomen.

The guard servant hurriedly suppressed it, but he still straightened his waist, raised his head of tears, and headed towards the mouth of a small well above his head, piercing his heart:

"My god! You're playing me! You're playing me all the time!"

The roar echoed in 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 not returning, and never having a home are two different things.

Without the "distant" people, what is left?
Ouyang Rong knelt and looked up to the sky, his voice was hoarse, and he roared silently.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the hideous bloody reality in front of you after disillusionment.

Better to die.

The servants in Tsing Yi looked sideways, or drew their knives coldly.

"found it!"

At this moment, Liu Zilin, who was kneeling in front of the rosette and groping all over the ground, was overjoyed. He also found something unusual in the place where the purple-eyed Ouyang Rong had groped with his palm just now—a cold and rough stone carving carved on the ground, which seemed to be four characters.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden mechanism! Good Ouyang Lianghan, you hide it really deep!"

Liu Zilin pressed his fingers hard on the unknown four-character stone carving.

no response.

He frowned slightly at first, then bent down and brought his head closer.

The underground palace is dark. Although the lotus pedestal in the center is illuminated by the light from the mouth of the well, the ground under the pedestal is covered by the lotus pedestal all the year round, in damp shadows, and covered with deep moss.

Liu Zilin turned his head, ready to light a torch, paused, without getting up, and drew out the long sword of moonlight, and the blade was close to it.

The perennial shadow under the rosette was dispelled by the gray moonlight.

The four-character stone carving finally revealed its true face.

Liu Zilin looked closely at his eyebrows, moved his head closer, and read out slowly: "Go...go...come?"

At the same time, the cold stone inscription "Return to Come" engraved by someone on the floor silently absorbed the cold moonlight from a certain sword edge for a while.

Liu Zilin frowned suddenly, and found that the four-character stone carving in front of him seemed to... light up?
That's right, behind the gray moonlight covering the moonlight sword, it began to emit brighter moonlight than the former, but the two seemed to have the same source.

It's just that one is brighter and the other is darker.

"There really is a mechanism..." Before Liu Zilin's smiling face completely subsided.

"Crack-!"

Around the underground palace, there was a slight cracking sound.

Under the lotus pedestal, the four-character stone carving of "Going Back, Coming" shines brightly.

It was as if a switch had been flipped correctly, and something that had been sleeping for a long time began to be slowly awakened.

"This is?" Liu Zilin straightened up, looking around with both joy and panic on his face, the servants in green also hurriedly grasped their knives, panicking on guard.

Subtle cracking sounds came one after another, and the sounds came from the four walls of the underground palace.

click... click...

On the four walls painted with the murals of Buddha Jataka, fragments fell off, slowly revealing the old walls behind the murals... which seemed to be blackened by fireworks.

And the bright and dazzling moonlight shot out slowly from the places where these fragments fell off.

It seemed that something was shining brightly on the old inner wall, and it even caused the new wall with murals outside to fall down irresistibly.

This scene was like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, and it only took three short breaths to fully reveal its true face.

On the four walls of the underground palace, there are rows of hastily scrawled handwriting, which reappeared along with the old walls.

This line of unfamiliar handwriting, like the four-character stone carving of "Guigui Laixi", radiates dazzling moonlight.

For a time, the underground palace was bright.

The faint shadows of Ouyang Rong, Liu Zilin, and the servants in Tsing Yi were drawn very, very long.

The brilliance of the bright moon shines on the faces that are looking around blankly.

"Going back, coming back... The wild plants don't return? I think my heart is my body... I'm melancholy 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, bowed his head and recited silently.
"Craftsmanship! Craftsmanship? Craftsmanship...craftsmanship."

The sword is not there.

Liu Zilin stared back immediately, and angrily asked Ouyang Rong:
"Where is my bead? Why is it a nonsense poem? Where is the bead? Is it in the underground palace? Tell me!" He grabbed the handle of the knife in Ouyang Rong's abdomen again, and forced his wrist to ask.

On the wall of the underground palace, there is an article "Return to Come and Come".

Ouyang Rong, who was so numb from the abdominal pain, knelt on the rosette and turned his head in a daze.

He has already memorized this Fu by heart.

But what really surprised him was that the moonlight stone carvings on the four walls were not just a piece of "Return to Come".

At the end of the Fu on the east wall, there is an extra paragraph of text, between the lines, sad and sad...

Ouyang Rong stared straight at the last words.

Because it came from a monk of Donglin Temple who used the sword energy of a tripod sword a hundred years ago and hurriedly left "Return to Come" before his death.

Master Zhongma.

"Hahahaha... so interesting! So interesting hahahaha..."

The young county magistrate suddenly raised his head and laughed, but the laughter fell on Liu Zilin and the others' ears, but there was no joy, but an indescribable silent mourning.

"Okay, Tao Yuanming, it's fine if you're not the magistrate of Longcheng County. If you don't want to be a 'poor man' sword master, you will leave this 'poor man' sword formula to the monk of Donglin Temple before retiring, causing harm to future generations!

"Tao Yuanming, you are noble! You are amazing!"

He smiled and pointed to a moonlight and sword-like speech on the wall, covering his stomach and laughing so hard that he almost laughed out his intestines from the bleeding wound. Ouyang Rong was still overjoyed:

"And you, Master Zhongma, if you steal the sword, you will steal the sword. What a shitty lotus pagoda alliance. Because of that broken sword, you will be trapped in the underground palace under the lotus pagoda after the water. The smoke will kill you. If you die, you will die. What about your mother's sword formula? Pretending to be your mother's body to become a Buddha! Such misleading future generations!

"I was cheated miserably by the partnership of the two of you hahahahaha... No, no, I am stupid! I am stupid, you are all right hahahahaha!"

Ouyang Rong seemed to have transformed into an old man who was taking the postgraduate entrance examination again, but under this bright smiling face, his eyes were full of indifference and loneliness.

He was laughing at the obsession of his predecessors, and he was also laughing at his own obsession.

"Where in this world is there any 'Gui Go Lai Xi' home blessing, it's just a piece of bullshit sword art called "Gui Go Lai Xi Ci".

"The cauldron sword doesn't have any fixed 'pretends'. The entire Dragon City is its invisible sword furnace, and it's all its 'pretends'. That old man gave the opportunity to everyone! It's so fucking fair!"

Ouyang Rong covered his belly full of blood with both hands, laughing and raving like crazy.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words. Ouyang Rong's previous words made Monk Liu Zilin Zhang Er puzzled, but the next few words made him terrified.

"What do you mean! The entire Dragon City is a 'pretend'?!"

Liu Zilin rushed forward, grabbing the limp Ouyang Rong by the collar with his big hands like pincers, all the saliva sprayed out, he stared and asked:

"Also, you said that the article on the wall is also a sword formula?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, stroked the handle of the knife stuck in his abdomen with his bloody hands, and let out a low and hoarse laugh of "ho ho":

"Otherwise? The old man is teasing you. The piece on the wall is the real 'Sword of the Poor Scholar'. I can't believe it, hahaha. They all said the 'Sword of the Poor Scholar'. You are reading nonsense Buddhist scriptures."

"Wait, doesn't that mean..."

Liu Zilin was shocked at first, then overjoyed, and threw away the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures. In the next second, he seemed to realize something, and quickly pressed the head of the young county magistrate firmly on the floor, covering his eyes, and said sharply:
"Sword art is something you can read more..."

He reached out to pick up the moonlight long sword, ready to chop off the head, and then turned around to recite the long sword formula on the four walls.

In the next moment, the scene in front of him made Liu Zilin's soul tremble.

The young man below, with dull eyes, turned his face to the side air, and said two words softly:

"Craftsmanship."

Suddenly, a tremor from the soul rose from the soles of Liu Zilin's feet and surged all the way up the cervical spine, as if trying to lift his spiritual cover.

Liu Zilin's eyes were full of anger: "You are..."

The third young master of the Liu family only had time to spit out these two words.

At this moment, his widened eyes clearly reflected a bright blue arc.

An "arc" appeared in the underground palace.

No one could see clearly how it appeared.

Like a myth that suddenly appeared in the mortal world.

"arc".

Floating in a beam of sunlight in the center of the dungeon.

It is neither a sword nor a tripod.

Not a speck of dust fell on "Arc".

From the perspective of anyone in the underground palace, it looks like an "arc" line.

Under the interplay of sunlight and moonlight, the clear blue sky is so beautiful, and it has a perfect arc that no one in the audience has ever seen.

A little more curved than a straight line, a little straighter than the contours of the sun and the moon.

An elegant and intuitive work of art.

It's called craftsmanship.

It is also so beautiful and elegant when harvesting the heads of everyone in front of him.

Ouyang Rong's limbs were as limp as mud, lying on the ground, with his face pressed against the cold floor, his heart ashamed.

The underground palace around him fell into a deathly silence at first, and then the pot exploded.

Some turned their heads and fled, while others rushed forward in fear.

Because we all know that the sword bearer has the most killing power, but the sword bearer is also as fragile as glass.

A burst of light and shadow flashed in the underground palace one after another.

A shattered blade shot out from the shock, circling in the air.

Its front and back mirrors reflect scenes of silent scenes.

Pieces and pieces, and bizarre:
There are broken limbs.

There is vomit.

There are dim eyeballs that stare like copper bells.

There is a mouth with yellow teeth and blood that is silently opened.

There is also a jet of hydrothermal water that sprinkles the lotus stone seat.

There are also sporadic running backs and stiff bodies kneeling and kowtowing.

In the end, it was Liu Zilin's dead bloody eyes full of unwillingness, paired with a face full of unimaginable and unbelievable expressions.

Boom! ——Boom! ——Boom! ——Boom! ——Boom!

Heads fell from the bright Pure Land Palace.

There is a faint elegant rhythm to the sound of falling heads, just like an artist who entered the venue late, playing a temporary new movement without haste.

In this short but hasty, one-sided killing tune.

The greediest person died in the search for treasure.

Those who have the least desires get the things that most arouse their greedy desires.

Those who are most homesick, their hopes are shattered, and they can no longer find their way home.

The most indignant, even with a mythical sword, can only be powerless and furious.

God did play a big joke on someone.

In the empty underground palace, Ouyang Rong prostrated himself on the ground with everyone, completely motionless the whole time.

His right face was pressed against the cold and rough floor, under the short blood-red hair, his dull lacquer eyes reflected the four-character stone carving of "Going Back and Coming" under the "Vermilion Lotus Seat" in front of him, and there was a murmur, resounding in this empty underground palace where no one was standing:
"I'm going back here... What do you want to do? Wealth is not what I want, and the emperor's hometown is beyond expectation... Oh, the emperor's hometown is beyond expectation."

(End of this chapter)