Red Heart Survey

Because of the battle between the Bone God and Zhuang Ting, the entire Fenglin city sank in the gap between the underworld and the secular world.

It became an ugly scar that could not be erased on the village, lying between Wangjiang City and Sanshan City.

There is a monument of life standing outside the city. The stone is precious, with array patterns inscribed on it, and it has become a magic weapon in itself.

The inscription on the inscription is said to have been drawn up by Emperor Zhuang himself. The imperial edict sinned against himself and took the Tao of Bones as a national feud. The purpose of erecting this monument is to save the souls of the dead and comfort the living.

However, only those who can really see the ghosts understand that this monument of life is meaningless other than fooling the common people.

Because it scratches the surface outside Fenglin City, it can't save anyone at all.

The current Fenglin city area neither belongs to the netherworld nor does it exist in this world.

This also means that the souls wandering here can never escape, and can never be reincarnated.

Live forever, suffer and suffer.

Unless Zhuang Gaoxian personally enters the gap between the two worlds, there is only a slight chance of his poor citizens being saved. However, Fenglin City, which has been eroded by Nether Qi, is almost half of Bone God's home field. How could the king of a country take such a risk.

In Fenglin city area, the silence was almost maddening.

Ling He remembered that there were voices here at first.

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

Those voices are sad, and it sounds awful, but there are voices after all.

Later, as the Nether Qi gradually spread, those voices disappeared bit by bit.

It has been gone for a long time.

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

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

No matter how hard he tried, rummaging through the ruins for food and tonics, he couldn't stop her from leaving.

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

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

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

"I'm in pain, I'm in pain..."

Ling He shook his head, trying to shake these images and sounds out of his mind.

It's all just painful visual and auditory hallucinations.

But it was these painful hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that reminded him that he was still alive.

More and more trance moments let Ling He understand that he will not have much time to be awake. In such a place, no one can avoid the erosion of the ghostly breath.

But every time he wakes up, he does his own thing.

He was doing a very simple thing - burying all the corpses he could see, digging and filling the graves for each of them, and chanting sutras.

People believe. Only by entering the soil can we be safe. The earth is a merciful mother, embracing all her lost children.

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

He didn't even get to know her name.

A small grave outside Mingde Hall is her new home.

Ling He recited the "Sutra of Rescuing the Suffering" for her, to save her.

The "Taishang Sutra of Rescuing Suffering" itself does not have any specific magical powers, but it is indeed a classic of salvation that all Taoist priests will recite.

Regarding this scripture, there is a source:

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

The Taoist said that he was riddled with sins and his life expectancy was approaching, and asked him what his plans were.

Orion begged to prolong his life, and the Taoist made him swear to throw away his bow and arrows and never kill again. In this way, after his death, Taoist priests will save him.

Orion agreed and left.

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

The family therefore did not bury him immediately.

Three days later, Orion really came back to life.

According to him, when he just died, two envoys in yellow clothes held official documents and led him to the underworld.

An official held a black book and said to him: "You have sinned so much that you should go to hell!"

He was very frightened, and suddenly remembered the Taoist priest, and prayed in his heart.

At this time, auspicious clouds rose from the northwest sky, and the Taoist priest descended from the sky in a cloud car and hung in front of the temple.

The officials in the underworld saluted him. The Taoist said: "I have a disciple here, and I am here to save him." After that, he took a scroll and gave it to Orion and ordered him to recite it.

After Orion finished reading the scriptures, the Taoist priest disappeared.

At this time, an envoy in yellow led Orion to the gate of his house, and when he heard the house crying, Orion came back to life.

It's all like a dream.

But Orion sat there recalling the scriptures and wrote them down silently.

From then on, he kept fasting and recited scriptures every day, and left home to practice after a few years, and he has never been seen since.

However, this volume of scriptures was also copied and spread, becoming a Taoist classic.

Its name is "Sutra of Rescue Suffering".

In today's world, there are many genres. When practitioners choose a school, they mostly consider the power of their exercises, the depth of their background, and the size of their family.

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

For example, in Confucianism, there is no distinction between teaching and learning, and it opens up the wisdom of the people.

For example, the Legalists established rules and governed the world.

For example, Taoist priests, Taoism is not just the oldest practice sect. Its earliest birth was the beginning of countless human races fighting bravely and summarizing the path of practice.

Such things as praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, and saving the dead are originally one of the duties of Taoist priests.

However, in this world, how many monks stand high and look down on all living beings?

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

The crack in the ground destroyed the entire Fenglin city, but after everything subsided, the land seemed to accept the ruins silently.

Ling He found people's bodies 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 there are Xuanwu Street, Qingmu Avenue, Pegasus Lane...

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

No one pities this land, no one saves the people here, no one saves them.

Then Linghe, come and do this.

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

Not to mention that his "life" was doomed to be short.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next moment, he will be completely eroded by the Nether Qi. Like everyone else in this city, he died in obscurity.

But before he dies, he still has to do it.

...

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

Just like Du Yehu, who has become more and more silent and bloodthirsty in Jiujiang County, he doesn't know what kind of effort Xiao Wu, who has been despised by him for being lazy, is doing now.

At least for now, everyone is walking alone.

They all see no way forward, no hope.

All the same, never stopped.

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

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

This is a very difficult road.

This is true for everyone.

...

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

At this time, he had already got into a carriage and was heading to Chiyang County.

In the carriage, illusions arise and disappear, and crowns of thorns take shape and disperse.

He was hurrying up and practicing the three newly acquired Taoism techniques over and over again.

The benefits of laying the foundation of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation are now evident, and he hardly has to worry about the consumption of Dao Yuan.

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

For him, as long as it is a Taoism handed down in the world, no matter how strong it is, there is a way to deal with it.

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

But before that, he needs a really good sword.

Thanks to book friend Wu Qinghan, book friend A, B, C, D42, book friend Jing Shiqi, and book friend Ah Shi for their rewards! (There is still zero.)