Red Heart Survey

Seeing Zhang Yong this time, it can be said that the other party's temperament has changed drastically.

Sudden changes, such changes are normal.

But... something always feels wrong.

Just like when I saw him outside Tianfu Secret, although he appeared restrained and cowardly, he was in line with the identity of a descendant of a declining family.

But always inexplicably feel uncomfortable.

This kind of "uncomfortable" does not mean that Jiang Wang has any opinions or bad impressions of others.

It just so happened that he had a good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.

It's just that he subconsciously felt that it was inappropriate and not natural enough.

Just like the state of the person at that time, there was some dissonance. But at this moment, Zhang Yong, who was in limbo, was sad, dead, wary, and painful, but Jiang Wang had a strange feeling that this was the real him.

There is no logical reason, just the most direct feeling.

Anyway, since it was judged that there was no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang didn't stay here to continue wasting time.

The country of Yang is located in the northwest of the country of Qi. The chariots are driven by masters, and the chariots are drawn by fine horses.

With the name of the Chongxuan family, the carriage moved forward unimpeded and steady.

And Jiang Wang sat in the carriage and practiced with his eyes closed.

...

Fenglin city area.

Almost all vitality was gone, only a faint fire of life was burning on a haggard person.

I don't know how long it took.

The meaning of time seems to have been lost in Fenglin City, and the only thing that can prove the passage of time is probably behind this person... the almost infinite tomb.

He alone, buried them all.

He remembered that this place should be the land of the Wang clan.

Heh, which part of Fenglin City does he not know?

How many years has he lived here?

Memory is really a tormenting thing.

Linghe trudges through the ruins,

Perhaps the erosion of the ghostly breath should have taken his life long ago, but for some reason, he was always holding his breath.

That breath was not the breath of breath, but a wisp of black and yellow breath floating in Tongtian Palace.

Ling He didn't know that it was the meritorious energy brought by him using the "Supreme Rescue Sutra" to save the dead.

The upper part is mysterious and the lower part is yellow, which is the color of heaven and earth.

All he knew was that he was alive.

Since you are still alive, you have to do something and finish something.

He is persistent and persistent.

It is precisely because of this persistence and perseverance that his practice has never been too far behind.

Ling He couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had piled up.

He just walked forward, saw the corpse, buried it in peace, and chanted sutras for him.

So, repeatedly.

He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang family, which was probably the residence of the most neglected clansmen.

But Ling He doesn't care about these things. He never cared about being rich or poor, being beautiful or ugly, he is what Zhao Rucheng called a "bad guy".

The strange thing is that it seems that the most people died here.

They didn't die from the disaster, but from some kind of powerful force, and they were killed almost instantly without any resistance.

Ling He pursed his dry lips.

Start digging.

Buried all the way, built tombs all the way.

There is a small courtyard in front of it. Unexpectedly, in such a large-scale earthquake, most of the houses collapsed.

Only this small courtyard is still intact.

But after all deserted.

Ling He pushed the door open and walked in, the first thing he saw was the rotten corpse of the orange cat.

This smell of corpses is nothing, he has already gotten used to it these days.

What made him uncomfortable was that the state of the orange cat's death - it should have been dismembered by someone.

The cruelty made him frown.

After thinking about it, he dug a small pit, buried it, and recited scriptures for it.

Ling He continued walking, walked into the bedroom, and found Wang Changxiang's body lying on his back. Because of the success in cultivation, the corpse has not rotted yet.

The expression he saw on Wang Changxiang's face was something he had never seen on anyone's face during his journey.

That expression wasn't too painful, on the contrary, there was some... peace of mind?

Without thinking too much, Ling He went forward and carried Wang Changxiang's body out of the room, then dug a hole in the yard and buried him next to the orange cat.

When he was done with all this, he looked back and found a scripture book that had fallen on the ground under the reclining chair in the yard.

It seemed to be flipped in half by someone, but it fell hastily.

The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.

Ling He looked at Wang Changxiang's tomb, thinking that the owner of this yard might not be Wang Changxiang, but he must be closely related to him.

Ling He stepped forward, picked up the scripture, and looked at the cover.

The book cover should be made by the owner of the scriptures himself, very meticulous and appropriate. On the cover of the book, it is written in correct and calm fonts - "The Sutra of Saving Human Beings".

Ling He couldn't help but sat down on the recliner and began to read this scripture.

He was very tired, but the physical exhaustion was not unbearable.

What is really unbearable is the pain in the heart.

Every corpse he buried with his own hands seemed to tell him that those experiences were not nightmares.

It's something that actually happened and can never be undone.

Perhaps there is a way in the Taoist scriptures to solve the helplessness of the mind.

Although the Duren Jing itself does not have supernatural powers, it is the core classic of Penglai Island as a scripture and Taoism.

Its full name should be "Top Grade Wonderful Sutra of Mysterious Spirit Treasure of the Taishang Cave".

This sutra is known as the head of all sutras, the sect of all dharmas, and the source of all dharma realms.

By reciting this scripture, it is said that natural disasters can be eliminated, the emperor can be protected, and poison can be saved from below, so as to save the people, both men and women can be protected and live forever.

This is the sutra of preaching, not the fundamental sutra of practice, so it is not top secret.

Its original is of course magical, but the copy is not magical.

The real value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth explained in the scriptures. People with wisdom roots may be able to get one or two from it.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of Taoist priests, great Confucians, and Zen masters who are ignorant of the scriptures and do not practice supernatural powers.

And this kind of profound knowledge, the secret of the poor classics, there is no lack of enlightenment, with great wisdom to obtain great supernatural powers, one step to the top of the extraordinary, it is said to be a good story.

According to legend, those who can read the "Saving People" are known as "immortals are precious, life is immeasurable, eight doors are opened, and the Dharma wheel flies into the sky. Sin and blessing are forbidden, fate and fate are universally opened, and dead souls are born. Receive birth, and hear about the heavens."

Of course, it is just a rumor, and no one has actually seen it.

On the contrary, the fundamental practice scripture of the Penglai Island lineage, the "Gaosheng Taishang Yuchen Sutra", is indeed boundless.

Along with the "Zixu Gaomiao Taishang Jing" of Yujing Mountain, "Hunyuan Birth Sutra" of Daluo Mountain, and "Kaihuang's Last Tribulation Sutra", they are listed among the most powerful practice methods in the world.

The special feature of this scripture obtained by Ling He lies in the commentary of the original owner of the scripture.

In his opinion, he should be an old Taoist priest with a bright head and poor experience, who lived in the Wang clan for some reason. He has a very deep understanding of Taoist scriptures, and his writing is plain and distant, with a deep sense of Taoism.

Ling He doesn't agree with some concepts, but he has to admit that the other party has some truths.

It's just that the more you turn back, the more you can feel a faint depression.

"Perhaps, after reading the scriptures to a certain extent, I have already foreseen today's tragedy?"

The thoughts in Ling He's mind turned slightly,

He picked up a dead leaf as a bookmark, took the Taoist scripture with him, and left the small courtyard.

To continue the matter of saving the dead.

He decided to read two pages of the scriptures every day, explaining his understanding and corroborating it with the commentaries on it.

This will be one of those rare moments of fun on a tough day.

If he can survive.

Thanks to book friends Lai Pi Bubai, book friends Ye Jin Xianming, book friends Bloody Ice, book friends A, B, B, C, D42, book friends Chen'er, book friends Shen Ayao, and book friends Kuang Dao n Lang for their rewards.