Chapter 217
At that time, Wen often traveled everywhere, and seldom returned to Songyun Mountain.
It is very rare for master and apprentice to encounter situations like this in the secular world. So they walked together for more than half a month, releasing cages of all sizes along the way, and occasionally finding places to stay in towns.
The old Mao didn't follow that time, but the big caller and the small caller wanted to go down the mountain for a walk. The two girls were full of curiosity about every place, and they didn't always follow them. They only imitated the people from the mountain at dusk, lit up a cooking stove, cooked something and waited for them to enter the door.
That evening, the mountains and fields were filled with clouds, and the smoke from the kitchen was curling up. The whole city is full of fireworks.
When they were passing through a street, they heard a woman holding on to the window lattice and yelling a few words, and three or two children rushed past them with a cry of "ah".
Wen Shi took a step back, watched them run away, and suddenly asked him, "What's your real name?"
This is actually a bit reckless, ordinary disciples would not ask what the master's name was before, after all, it was a selfish matter in the past.
In fact, he knew why Wen Shi often evaded. He clearly wanted to go back to Songyun Mountain, but he always hurried past the mountain and disappeared into the mortal world alone.
He often watched on the mountain and saw it many times.
He shouldn't have mentioned anything that day, but it might have been because of the fireworks in the world. He thought about it for a long time, and told Wen Shi that his real name was Xie Wen, and he lived in Qiantang when he was young. There is no distinction between five grains, and it might be called a "dandy" in the present.
But even in the end, Wen Shi never called him by this secular name.
Still call him dusty, dusty, dusty...
When he returned to the world this time, he didn't intend to find anyone. After all, when he was in the sealing formation back then, at the moment when all five senses were lost, he watched the clean spirit go out from the formation.
Except for one or two unintentional accidents at the age of weak crown, he has never tried to calculate anything in his life. The world is so big, he is free to come and go regardless of life and death.
The only exception is at the moment of dying.
He was really worried that some people were too stubborn with their blades turned inward. So he took a look before falling into silence, and saw that there was a trace of that person after a thousand years.
He thought, he should have entered reincarnation well.
After reincarnation, he has his own fate, he can't stay for long, so he didn't intend to disturb him, and he really didn't intend to look for it. But before leaving, I still want to take a look.
At this point, I almost couldn't go anymore.
...
But after all, he still has to go. This result has been settled thousands of years ago. There is only so much time, adding unnecessary memories is really harmful.
What should be done is done, and all the spirits scattered in the world have been found when I heard it. The Spirit Cleansing Formation helped him take all the things in the Qingxin Lake into his body, including the lost spirit.
As long as he sorts out the part of Wen Shi from the vast sea of dust, and crosses over, it will be considered as an end.
From now on, we will never see each other again.
Entering into the black mist, the spirit is getting weaker and weaker, and this body is getting weaker and weaker. The string between Xie Wen's wrists suddenly snapped, and the string of beads rolled to the ground.
The Sanskrit script circulating on his body also began to tremble, and a few drops of blood dripped from his heart.
The key point of the puppet is here, once it is damaged, it will start to wither.
The golden-winged roc screamed, and fire flowed from its body, spreading from the edge of its wings to the inside, and the place where the fire swept shrank, like withered rotten wood.
Xie Wen is also undergoing this process, starting from the tip of his left finger, spreading all the way to his arms and shoulders...
It's just that the white clothes and red robes were wide enough to reach the ground, which helped him cover a little.
But as if he was ignorant, he still closed his eyes, looking for the piece of Wen Shi from the vast sea of dust.
Even at such a time, even though half of his body is withered and his lips are full of blood, he is still standing, and he has not even forgotten to set up a layer of illusion for himself to block everyone else out, lest they see this, Get scared again.
He is like a solitary tree, from the canopy like a cloud to the shapeless.
The traces of decay are approaching the neck.
Xie Wen finally found the spirit hidden in the black mist, but found that it was different from what he imagined...
The puppet he released has been around the world for many days, and there are only two places where there are traces of Wenshi's spirit, one is in Sanmidian, and the other is here.
There are fragments at Sanmidian, so there should be more than half of the spirit here.
But now, the things he found are still fragments.
What about the rest?
Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, his brows were furrowed, and finally there were traces of anxiety.
He closed his eyes again, and continued to search in the black mist.
He could feel that the main body spirit in the sealing formation was slowly weakening due to the black mist that was continuously transmitted, like a candle that was about to be smothered.
And he was getting stiffer and stiffer, and he was just a little bit close to turning into a rotten tree.
He tried to pull Wen Shi in, and crossed the found fragments first. But he heard the withered golden-winged roc suddenly neighing again, and a golden light flashed on the edge of its wings again.
Immediately afterwards, he found that he had no trace of decay on his neck, and it actually faded slowly from his chin, and stopped quietly when he faded to his shoulders and neck.
So repeated several times.
The feeling of going from life to death, and then from death to life is not pleasant, like being strangled repeatedly by someone's throat, burning with fire.