Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 182 Looking at Heaven in the Distance

  Because of the battle between the Bone Bone God and Zhuang Ting, the entire Fenglin City area is sunk in the gap between the netherworld and the world.

   has become an ugly scar that cannot be erased on the realm of the village, lying between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.

  There is a monument of life outside the city. The stone is precious and has an array pattern. It has become a magic weapon.

  The inscription is said to have been written by Emperor Zhuang himself, and the edict is a crime of self, and the bones are the enemy of the country. This monument was erected to save the souls of the dead and comfort the living.

  However, only those who can really see Nether understand that this monument of life is meaningless except to fool the people.

  Because it tickles its boots outside Fenglin City, it can't save anyone at all.

  The current Fenglin City Region does not belong to the Nether, nor does it exist in this world.

  This also means that the spirits wandering here can never be detached, and can never be reincarnated.

  Eternal life, suffering.

  Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally enters the gap between the two worlds, his poor citizens will have a slight chance of being overwhelmed. However, Fenglin City, which has been eroded by the Nether Qi, is almost half the home of the Bone Venerable God. How could the prince of a country take such a risk?

  In Fenglin City, the silence is almost maddening.

  Ling He remembered that there was a sound here at first.

  Crying, shouting, howling, crying, cursing, crying...

  Those voices are sad, they sound uncomfortable, but there are still voices after all.

  Later, as the nether air gradually spread, those voices disappeared little by little.

   has been gone for a long time.

  He watched the little girl with braids in his arms die.

   Breath and temperature, little by little, leave her little body.

  No matter how hard he tried, digging around in the ruins for food looking for tonics, he couldn’t stop her from leaving.

  At that time, Ling He suddenly realized. He rescued her from under the beam, or just caused her to suffer more.

   "Big brother, big brother! Why didn't you save me?"

   "We work hard, pay taxes to the country, and support your practice. You are an extraordinary monk! Why didn't you protect us?"

   "I am in pain, I am in pain..."

  Ling He shook his head and threw these pictures and sounds out of his mind.

   is just painful visual and auditory hallucinations.

  But it is these painful visions and auditory hallucinations that remind him that he is still alive.

  More and more moments of trance made Ling He understand that he didn't have much time to wake up. In such a place, no one can avoid the erosion of the ghostly breath.

  But every time he wakes up, he will do his own thing.

  He is doing a very simple thing-to bury all the corpses he can see, dig graves and fill soil for each of them, and chant sutras beyond the limits.

  People believe. Only when you enter the soil can you be safe. The earth is a compassionate mother, hugging all her lost children.

  The first person he buried was the little girl with croissants.

  He didn’t even know her name.

   A small grave bag outside Mingde Hall is her new home.

  Linghe recites the "Sutra of Suffering from the Supreme Supreme Being" for her, superfluous to her.

  The Supreme Sutra of Suffering itself does not have any specific magical powers, but it is indeed a transcendental scripture that all Taoist priests will recite.

  About this sutra, there is a source:

  According to legend, in ancient times, there was a hunter who went into the mountains because he shot a tiger and met a Taoist priest under a pine tree.

  The Taoist priest said that he was full of sins and his life was near, and asked him what he planned.

  The Orion begged to prolong his life, and the Taoist priest made him swear to throw away his bow and arrow and stop killing him later. In this way, after his death, the Taoist priest will make him supersede.

  Orion left after agreeing.

  This winter, Orion suddenly fell ill and died, but there was still a finger in his left hand, still warm.

  As a result, his family did not bury him immediately.

  Three days later, Orion was resurrected.

  According to him, when he first died, two envoys in yellow clothes led the way with official documents and took him to the underworld.

  An official took a black book and said to him: "You are sinful and you deserve to go to hell!"

  He was very frightened, and suddenly thought of the Taoist priest, he prayed in his heart.

  At this time, auspicious clouds surged from the northwest horizon. Taoist priests sat in a cloud cart and dropped from the sky, hanging in front of the temple.

  The officials in Yincaoli saluted him. The Taoist priest said: "I have a disciple here, I'm here to supersede him." After that, he took a scroll and gave it to Orion, and ordered him to recite it.

  After Orion finished chanting, the Taoist priest disappeared.

  At this time, a yellow-clothed messenger led Orion to his door. Hearing a cry at home, Orion was resurrected.

  All this is like a dream.

  But Orion sat there remembering the scriptures, and he wrote them all down silently.

  He continued to fast and recite the sutras every day, and after a few years left home to practice, he has been missing since then.

  This volume of scripture has also been copied and spread around, becoming a Taoist classic.

  Its name is "Sutra of Suffering from the Supreme Being".

  Nowadays, there are many genres. When choosing a genre, practitioners mostly consider their power, depth, and size.

  But many people have forgotten the original spirit and ideals of these sects.

  For example, Confucianism, there is no kind of education, which opens up people's wisdom.

  For example, the law school, establish rules, and maintain the world.

  For example, Taoist priests are not only the oldest practice sects. Its earliest birth was when countless human races fought bravely and summarized the beginning of the path of practice.

  Things such as praying for blessings and eliminating disasters and saving the dead are one of the duties of Taoist priests.

  However, in this world, how many monks are on top, watching sentient beings?

  In the world where Weili belongs to itself, the strong will always be strong and the weak will always be sad.

  The ground fissure destroyed the entire Fenglin city area in an imperfect manner, but after everything subsided, the land seemed to have silently accepted the ruins.

  Linghe found the bodies of people one by one from the ruins and buried them one by one.

  First of all, all the children in Mingde Hall and their husbands.

   Then Xuanwu Street, Qingmu Avenue, Pegasus Alley...

  Go forward little by little, leaving graves one after another.

  No one feels sorry for this land, no one saves the people here, no one saves it for them.

  So Linghe, come and do this.

  This is a huge project destined to be impossible to complete in a lifetime.

  Not to mention his "life" is doomed to be short.

  Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, he will be completely eroded by the nether air. Like other people in this city, they died in obscurity.

  But before he died, he still had to do this.

  ……

  Jiang Wang, who was far away in Qi State, didn't know that there was another person struggling to move forward in Fenglin City, which was already dead.

  Like Du Yehu who is becoming more and more silent and bloodthirsty in Jiujiang County, he has no idea what kind of efforts he has been dismissing as the lazy Xiao Wu now.

  At least at this time, everyone is moving forward alone.

  All the same, no way forward, no hope.

   is the same, never stop.

  They didn’t know that someone was echoing in a distant place.

  They all thought that the response was only in their hearts.

  This is an extremely difficult road.

  This is true for everyone.

  ……

  Jiang Wang never relaxed for a moment. The magical inner palace has considerable potential, but before the potential is realized, it is just potential.

  At this time, he was already in a carriage and was heading to Chiyang County.

  In the carriage, the peanuts disappeared, and the crown of thorns formed and dispersed.

  He is seizing the time to practice the newly acquired three Taoism repeatedly.

  The benefits of laying the foundation of Zhou Tian's star battle array are now fully demonstrated, he hardly needs to worry about Dao Yuan's consumption.

  Of course, this trip to Chiyang County is also to improve strength.

  For him, as long as it is a Taoist technique that has been handed down to the world, no matter how strong it is, there are ways to deal with it.

  At least so far, the big three sword style that sums up experience and integrates swordsmanship is the strongest method that belongs to him today.

  And before that, he needs a really good sword.

  　 Thanks to book friend Wu Qinghan, book friend A, B, C, Ding 42, book friend Jing 17, and book friend A Shi for their rewards! (There is still zero.)

  (End of this chapter)