Chapter 215
The Sanskrit on one side of his face was like water, flowing faster and faster, almost breaking a hole in his heart.
"So I kept such a puppet as a backhand, and used this body to deal with some things." Xie Wen said.
"What things?" Wen Shi asked almost mechanically.
"Those things on my body were drawn out by people, and they flowed around and became a cage vortex. Too many people who shouldn't be caged were affected, and they were trapped in the prison and could not be freed..."
"And here... Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye, they became like this because of me. As a master, I should also clean up the mess and clean up the mess."
"and also……"
After saying these two words, he started coughing again.
After that, there was no further conversation.
He just said slowly and hoarsely at the end: "The existence of the puppet depends on the spirit god. I shouldn't be here in the first place. It's just a remnant. It won't last long."
It took him two years to travel all over the world and place formation stones near the vortexes everywhere. He can't uncage anymore, so he can only lead those things back to where they should be, just like this moment.
The black mist seemed to have poured into the body, but in fact, it returned to the sealed place through the body. He can lock them there with a vision, and bring them to silence himself.
In fact, what Wen Shi said was not entirely correct. It's not that these things can't dissipate out of thin air, it's just that there is a price to be paid for appeasement.
He has lived long enough.
In fact, a thousand years ago, at the moment of being sealed, he should have disappeared together with these things, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
It's just that for some reason, even the sealed place is gone...but he lingers until now.
It is also time.
...
The Spirit Cleansing Formation suddenly moved faster and faster, and the black mist rushed in with overwhelming momentum. The golden-winged roc let out a clear whistle, and then sank into the black mist.
The dry bottom of Qingxin Lake is faintly exposed...
The vegetation is barren and the dead branches are knotted.
Under the dead branches entangled like a net, two ghosts as pale as paper were quietly sleeping there.
That happened almost at the same time—
The moment Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye were exposed, the spirit washing array quietly stopped in the huge vortex.
Xie Wenna took down the last black mist, and the flowers and plants where he stood quickly dried up and curled up, and in the blink of an eye, all trees withered.
The golden-winged roc folded its wings behind him, like a loyal servant who accompanied him to the end.
He was still holding the puppet string in his hand, but the irresistible force had dissipated. As soon as the restraint was loosened, he knelt down when he heard it.
He obviously didn't have that many injuries, but he was in excruciating pain.
All the places where the blood circulated, every bone, every inch of flesh, were trapped in severe pain that could not be eliminated or relieved.
Someone once taught him that judging is a hard job, and you have to see a lot of hard work. After a long time, I know that most of it is because I can't bear to part. Once you understand this, you will be in the world of mortals.
He has sent off countless people and seen countless farewells.
When it happened to me, I realized that I couldn't bear the pain of parting...
But the man was still wrong.
In fact, he has already entered the world of mortals.
It's just that the person who sent him was standing outside the world of mortals...
When he heard it, he clenched his fingers tightly, and the white bones of his left hand drew bloody and muddy gullies on the ground. He straightened up with strong support, and wanted to walk towards that person, but found that the surroundings had changed.
The mountain is still Songyun Mountain, and the stone platform is still that stone platform, but there are unexpected figures beside it.
It was... himself.
himself in different situations.
There was dripping blood when he heard it, and he stood in a familiar yet unfamiliar situation, staring blankly at those figures.
After a long time, until his fingers were pulled by something, he lowered his head and saw the tangled puppet threads on his body, which came from that person outside the world of mortals.
He suddenly understood what was going on with these figures.
Under the connection of puppet threads, spirits and gods are connected.
That person was so weak that he could no longer close these entanglements. So, he saw the world in Xie Wen's eyes...
That is an illusion that is enough to make people unable to tell the truth from the false.
That is the inner demon that has never been dispelled since its appearance...
Chapter 80 Dry Rong
I saw a lot of myself when I smelled it.
He saw himself sitting among the lush branches of an old tree, leaning against the tree trunk and reading a book with downcast eyes. The golden-winged roc glided from a distance, and when it reached the edge of the tree, it shrank to the size of an eagle, and stepped on a certain cluster of leaves. between. And the person sitting on the tree raised his head from the pages of the book and looked at it from afar...
What year and month is this scene?
When I heard it, I tried my best to recall it, and finally remembered a few minutes.
At that time, he had already reached the crown for many years and traveled to many places in the world. Occasionally passing through the boundary of Songyun Mountain intentionally or unintentionally, I always want to go up the mountain and see the person living on the mountain.
At that time, he often felt ironic. Someone told him that this mountain was his home in this life, but every time he went back to "home", he had to find reasons for himself in his heart.
At that time, he wanted to say that he encountered some difficult matters and wanted to come back and check the scrolls. As a result, when he went up the mountain, he found that the person he wanted to see was not there at all.
He was a little disappointed and didn't want to leave right away. I simply took the book and turned over to a tall branch, and picked a place
Sit down and listen to the long-lost wind in the mountains while flipping through the book.