This cool light flowed down, and the dusty Shengyang Mansion lit up again, this vague and ignorant thought disappeared cleanly like snow meeting blazing light, the sea water rippled again, and the lotus flowers bloomed again.
Li Ximing only felt a cold and quiet meaning flowing in Shengyang Mansion for a week, like drinking ice and snow, and the ignorance in his heart disappeared completely.
"The talisman seed has eliminated this ignorance!"
He felt a sense of joy in his heart, his spiritual consciousness revealed through the Shengyang Mansion, and he caught a glimpse of the boundless darkness, empty, the sky below was bright, a mouthful of cold air sank under his tongue, and sweet liquid seeped out of his throat, and the ignorant thought had passed.
At this moment, the spiritual consciousness has left the body with the Shengyang Mansion, and the so-called 'mouth' is actually the Shengyang Mansion, but the spiritual consciousness has no referral and is replaced by the inherent senses, so it feels like a mouth.
Seeing the power of the talisman and breaking through the last pass in one breath, Li Ximing retreated happily, not daring to be careless, and just kept his mouth shut.
"There are still endless fantasies!"
So there was something in front of him, the flags were flying, gold stepped on the darkness, the neighing of horses was noisy, and the scolding shook the sky, and a soldier and horse appeared.
The leader wore a phoenix-winged helmet on his head, covered his face with a mask, rode a tall horse, held a reins in his hand, stepped into the air, and held a golden spear against his throat.
"Drink!"
Li Ximing lowered his eyebrows and looked at him, his hands were empty, he was dressed in plain clothes, but he was just a mortal.
"Who are you!"
The scenery in the distance became clearer and clearer, and he was already in the valley, and the general pressed against his throat and shouted:
"Why are you here!"
Li Xi knew that the magical power was in his mouth, but refused to speak, the general was suspicious and angry, and the guards on both sides asked questions, and thousands of people roared like thunder.
How could this situation intimidate Li Ximing, he didn't speak, the general was furious, he moved his horse away, and dispersed like the wind with all the guards.
Li Ximing frowned, and a black-striped tiger came out of nowhere, biting his calf, only to hear a click, the tiger's teeth hooked the flesh, the bones and tendons came out, and the plasma splattered.
Li Ximing was in great pain, waved his hand to drive it away, and a large snake with a purple head came out from behind him, with light yellow pupils and slippery water, tearing open his chest in one bite, and left with flesh in his mouth.
He reached out to cover it, only to touch a few bare ribs, a triangular flat-headed viper was jumping up, burrowing into his stomach in one breath, pulling out his intestines in a hot bunch and scattering them all over the ground.
All kinds of poisonous insects and beasts rushed out from the corner, competing to snatch his body, Li Ximing was silent in a blur, and gradually forgot where he was, only knowing that the magical power was in his mouth, and he couldn't open his mouth.
Soon the beasts dispersed, heavy rain poured, lightning and thunder roared, and the general led people here again, bringing a large copper cauldron, which was burned red and the hot oil was hot.
He said:
"Who are you?"
Li Ximing still refused to respond, so he saw a group of people dragging him from far and near, the leader was gray-haired and old, it was his grandfather Li Xuanxuan.
The armored soldiers on both sides took out the board, black and bloody, beat the old man fifty boards, and came to ask him again.
The old man's wailing shook the sky, Li Ximing remained silent until his five fingers were filed, the general picked up the old man, put it on the oil pan, and said coldly:
"Say your name and avoid it."
The old man's blood dripped into the cauldron, oil bubbles splashed, and the hot ones were bubbles, and the sand sounded to request, Li Ximing did not respond, closed his eyes and did not look, the general had to let go and ordered to the left and right:
"This demon's magic is about to be completed, so you can't keep it."
So the armored soldiers came up on both sides, one held a gun, stabbed into the chest, making a muffled sound of weapons entering flesh and blood, and the other swung a knife, his neck was cold, and the sky was falling in front of him, and Li Ximing almost let go.
After a moment of grogginess, a darkness appeared in front of his eyes, the iron locks on both sides were heavy, over the bend of his arms, and his neck was tied to his waist and abdomen, so heavy that he couldn't raise his head, and two cold eyes were falling on his face.
There were two people standing on the left and right, one holding an approval, the small characters were like ants and flies, and he vaguely saw the names of "Nine Ghost Envoys" and "Ten Generations of Mercy Kings".
Li Ximing saw a collapsed city wall, all over the subway signs, two little ghosts were using slender spoons to pour copper juice, hot and red, without saying anything, they threw him in, pushed him into the copper juice with two spoons, and skillfully scooped up the copper juice to pour him down.
If it was a mortal body, it would have been so painful that it would have lost its instinctive voice, and it would be avoidable if it was unconscious, but fortunately, this was the body of spiritual consciousness, and it could barely be controlled.
After pouring it once, the little ghost picked him up, and then heard a ghost say:
"It's rare to see such a torturing ghost, I'm afraid there aren't many ghosts in the world."
Another ghost replied:
"Isn't it, the lord is in seclusion, the 'upper witch' and 'Kui' have not returned to their places for a long time, and people will die when they die, so how can there be any ghosts to talk about?"
The two of them turned him over, tried the iron stick mortar, the fire pit pot soup, and the knife mountain sword forest one by one, and halfway hooked the dead man and brought over a white-haired old man, a ghost shouted:
"My lord, which Taoist friend did you bring?"
The dead man stood sideways next to the old man and replied:
"It's Chi Wei Daoist."
Li Ximing almost made a sound, looked up, and sure enough, he saw an old man standing next to the hooked man, dressed in Qingchi costumes, looking at him condescendingly.
The kid glanced at him and said with a smile:
"Is there any grievance? The king is watching from the sky, he is the tenth generation of the King of Mercy, and as soon as you open your mouth, you will knock this person down."
Li Ximing struggled for a while, hung his head silently, didn't even moan, his heart was so gloomy, the little ghost gritted his teeth, and filed him with a knife more and more fiercely, all of them were suffered, and he said:
"This person is cunning, and he was sent to the sea to be a woman."
Li Ximing followed him to reincarnate sullenly, and finally his eyes lit up, and now he couldn't even remember the magical power in his mouth, but he couldn't speak.
He refused to open his mouth to eat, nor did he take medicine, but his life was worry-free, but if he didn't take the medicine, all diseases would be painful, he would grit his teeth and not make a sound, and the family only regarded him as a mute girl, and he was born extremely beautiful.
But seeing that she never ate, she tried to break hard in the morning, her lips pursed like iron, no matter what, she couldn't pry at all.
But he was bedridden, unable to speak, but he was born beautiful, so relatives came and went, not knowing the truth, often flirting with words, secretly wiping oil, until he was sixteen years old, miserable.
Fortunately, Lu Sheng loved her very much, and after several years of love, her health gradually improved, and she had a son and a daughter.
One day while weaving at home, Lu Sheng's face was flushed, full of alcohol, he pushed the door in, lifted the collapsed boy, looked at him coldly, and shouted:
"You haven't eaten for three years, what kind of monster are you? This person wears human skin; how do you know if he is human? The immortal on the road told me that you slept with me to eat my official luck!"
He was burly, grabbed the child angrily, and raised his feet above his head, Li Ximing couldn't take it, Lu Sheng shouted:
"Say!"
Seeing that she didn't open her mouth, Lu Sheng threw hard, and the boy fell on the stone, shattering and his brain cracking.
Li Ximing only felt a wave of blood rushing to his head, the cold meaning in his mouth surged back and forth, and some faint sounds came from his throat, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he spoke for a long time:
"Pfft..."
His face turned pale for a while, and finally he spat out a mouthful of blood, and even spat out half of his tongue, mixed with the blood all over the ground, everything mixed into a deep dark red, flickering in front of his eyes.
He raised his head, Lu Sheng's anger was reflected in his eyes, it was getting farther and farther away, he rose lightly, quickly moving away from these infinite fantasies.
The cold air rushed straight into his mind, everything in front of him quickly faded, reduced to endless darkness, all memories returned to his mind, Li Ximing only felt that his whole body was as light as nothing.
The ice and snow in the giant courtyard melted rapidly, and strong flames gushed out, echoing in this orifice, Li Ximing seemed to float from boundless darkness to infinite light, gardenia surged, camel bells rang, and his eyes were bright.
"Boom!"
He only felt that he flew up from the spot and escaped into the place where the infinite truth method was, dark and empty, the stars in the sky were far and near, and there seemed to be countless people sitting in the void.
Flying all the way to the top of Taixu, it seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, countless wreckage, the inspiration became thinner and thinner, Taixu also narrowed and broke, turning gray, making his eyes hurt and he fell back to the bottom.
Below is an endless desert, the pass stands on it, the heavenly gate is majestic, the seventy-two ridges on the corner tower are distinct, and there are many lines at the foot of the white door, and the light is dazzling.
His consciousness kept falling into it, and as this heavenly gate fell into the deepest part, he finally fell from the vast void and fell back into his body in this world.
Li Ximing suddenly opened his eyes.
There was darkness in front of him, sparse grass and trees swayed in front of him, and the cold water turned into snow rolled down and ticked.
In front of him was a golden table, and the inky black jade box on it was smashed by the mana and scattered all over the ground.
The top of the mountain was in disarray, as if it had been ravaged by monsters hundreds of times, the jade pillar collapsed, and the tallest one smashed beside him, and the handwriting he left behind was dim and difficult to see clearly by the vines.
The array patterns that gathered spiritual energy on the ground were also scattered in a mess, and the grass and trees were illuminated by the bright light, growing freely, almost covering the entire top of the mountain, with small golden sand scattered all over the ground, and golden white smoke drifting back and forth.
It was the darkest time of the day, the moon and stars were sparse, the white moonlight flowed, and the golden white smoke on the ground glowed faintly, but there was a different kind of beauty.
"Wow......
Li Ximing stood up from the ground, and the dead leaves on his body fell to the ground.
There was no more light in the young man's pupils, and there was no bright light around his demeanor, and the golden and white Taoist robe even looked a little ordinary, he was getting younger and younger, and his skin was getting whiter.
Li Ximing didn't seem to have much change from before, except that there was a little more white gold dot in the center of his eyebrows, which was not a painting, and it was as bright as the light of the sky, shining in all directions.
Li Ximing did not move for a long time, and circles of colorful halos slowly spread behind his head, and the golden and white color of Mingyang's magical power emerged from his side, draped over him, soaring into the sky, more than nine feet high.
He finally moved his lips and teeth and spat out the light of day.
Before this mouth of sky light landed, the purple flame ignited out of thin air, like a nimble dragon snake, wandering and flying in mid-air, the flame was purple on the outside and gold on the inside, scorching and compelling, and the dazzling flame was scattered around the sky light gold powder, shining, blown by the fire, and permeated everywhere.
As the purple flames spread, the gardenia trees grew on the spot, rising from the ground, with a wide crown, and white gardenia flowers fell in the billowing flames, scattering snow-white all over the ground.
The purple flames rushed into the sky, purple on the outside and gold on the inside, burning so that the sky lit up first.
And the brilliant morning light was rising rapidly from afar, the mountains were full of purple fires, Li Ximing was dressed in bright sunlight, standing under the gardenia tree, snow-white petals rolling all over the ground.
The first ray of morning light passed through the formation and fell into his pupils.
The next moment, this morning light was already trapped in his eyes, his eyes turned into light gold, the brilliance flowed, and the golden pupils of the early Da Zhen immediately reached the extreme.
These eyes slowly raised under the firelight and looked far south, the sky clouds above dispersed, and bright white brilliance fell.
"It's dawn."
……
Mochizuki Lake.
There was some light snow on Mochiyue Lake, the moonlight was bright, the cold lake light was reflected, the evening breeze hit, sparkling, and the light came and went in the sky, which was a bit of a fairy atmosphere.
At midnight, most of the lights in Mochiyue Lake went out, but many monks patrolling and guarding the lake never rested, coming and going, flying around the lake like ribbons.
The old man washed the inkstone in front of the pavilion, went in with the talisman ink, spread the talisman paper on the table, and took the pen and paused.
The old man has always been busy, it was getting late, but when it was midnight, he never stopped writing, and he was still drawing talismans one by one, just watching the vermilion talismans appear on the yellow paper little by little, exhaling and finishing another talisman.
Li Xuanxuan put it away, and suddenly found that the brilliance in front of him was quite bright, and he casually extinguished some magic lamps, and suddenly felt that something was wrong:
"Where did the brilliance come from..."
He raised his eyebrows and looked, there were already more than a dozen monks standing scattered on the lake, either near or far, all looking at the east in a daze, these people were draped in golden light, and their shadows stretched very long on the lake.
The old man's eyes shifted, and he finally saw the golden morning light rising brilliantly.
The golden brilliance was reflected in his cloudy pupils, and the talisman pen in the old man's hand fell on the table with a snap, rolling down twice, staining the talisman paper with ink, ruining this one in vain.
Li Xuanxuan seemed to have not heard it, holding one hand by the window, his old face was golden and full of the light of the morning light, tears welled up in his eyes, he forced himself to close his eyes, and his breathing was heavy.
On the twenty-second day of the winter month, at midnight, the moonlight of Mochiyue Lake retreated, and the sky was bright.