Little was known that Biyao's magic weapon was the purple Mandala Flower from the Heartless Sea. The Heartless Sea and the Tear Sea were both Nine Remoteness Seas. The Sea of Tears and the Merciless Sea were two extremes. One was heartless, and the other was tearful.
She folded her sleeves and looked at the red sleeves to add fragrance, and her brows furrowed.
Since ancient times, love has always been heartless, lovesickness through the intestines.
Flowers bloom and wither for several years, and the moon is round and missing.
Looking forward to the autumn water spring to go spring by return, how can love be stranded?
The moment of origin, fate, and death, the moment of beauty appeared.
Long years several times cold and heat, this time to go years of strangers.
Just miss each other, don't let me down, see each other again, hope as before.
Three Lives Stone, Sea of Tears Withered, Heartless Sea Breeze, do you have any feelings?
Flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, there is no shore, the soul fell into the River of Forgetfulness is still in the river. Who said that heaven and earth were always heartless, and the Nine Nether Tears Sea was infatuated with beauties.
Flowers and leaves do not meet for a thousand years, fate is exhausted, life and death dance. In an instant, the evening sun rose, and blood and tears filled the sky.
If the heavens had feelings, the heavens would also grow old, and if a person was heartless, they would become immortals. After several generations of marriage, they would fall in love with each other, and tears would fall on the strange flowers of the past.
The River of Forgetfulness is far away without paddles, the merciless sea breeze is soul-breaking, and there are thousands of cups of tears in my heart. How can I drink a bowl of soup from Meng Po?
On the shore of the River of Forgetfulness, a thousand years of cold fog gathered and dispersed. The joy of life and death, in the blink of an eye, forgot the way back and forth.
Who was it? Alone in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, there is light, subtle light through the nightmare of my brother, leading me to trudge to you in the sound of water.
It was you. The green hair cut off the grace of spring flowers and autumn moon, just like the wings of a moth destroying the beautiful buildings. When the tower was lost in the fog, I only saw your bare feet and hair, dancing in the wind like a heart-wrenching swan song, as if you were an immortal. It was you. The spirit that could not be waved away came every night.
I have always believed that if I read your name a thousand times, it will become a promise that will last for a thousand years.
I have always believed that if I look at your face a thousand times, it will become the most eternal prophecy.
In his previous life, he had looked at her five million times, only to brush past her once in this life.
As long as life is in the cycle of reincarnation, I still want to meet you and continue my unfinished love.
Back in the Wilderness, Wan Jianyi had protected Daoist Cang Song with the Dragon Slaying Sword, but he had been severely injured and had not been able to escape. At that time, the Vermilion Bird was the most devout of the four saint emissaries of the Ghost King Sect to worship the Heavenly Fiend Ming King and the Nether Light Holy Mother. Wan Jianyi carved his name on the ground. The guards of the Wildlands Sacred Hall were extremely furious, especially the Vermilion Bird, who seemed to have gone crazy and wanted Wan Jianyi to die under the Vermilion Bird Seal. Just because Wan Jianyi removed the black veil, a strange phenomenon between good and evil slowly sprouted...
Although his left hand was broken and blood was spurting out like a fountain, other than his pale face, his expression did not change. Instead, he turned around and approached the Vermilion Bird. He reached out to lift her veil to take a look, then laughed loudly and said, She was indeed a peerless beauty! After saying that, he rode the Dragon Slaying Sword and charged out again…
The Vermilion Bird recalled the events of that day. No one was fated to see her face again in his lifetime. Only Wan Jianyi knew what kind of peerless beauty was hidden under the black veil. He swore that for the sake of the king, he would not wear the veil for the rest of his life. If anyone saw him, he would kill him even if he had to chase him for thousands of miles! Her heart secretly promised that she would never regret it!
The Vermilion Bird then chased Wan Jianyi to an oasis in the depths of the Wildlands, leaving only the two of them. The Vermilion Bird Seal was suffused with scorching red flames. The flames illuminated Wan Jianyi's face, and the peerless face under the black veil revealed some clues. For the first time, she saw the man's face clearly. He was handsome, with straight eyebrows and a heroic spirit. She felt a little happy in her heart, but she didn't know what to do. There was no fear in the man's eyes. He calmly looked at the Vermilion Bird and carefully examined it. After a while, no one spoke. After a long time, Wan Jianyi smiled faintly and said,""Holy Emissary Vermillion Bird is chasing me relentlessly. I have no way to fight back now. Didn't the Holy Emissary plan to clean up this demon from the Demonic Sect? What are you waiting for?"
The Vermilion Bird snorted coldly. "How I deal with you is my business, and it's not your place to talk. There are some people in the righteous path who are despicable and pretentious. They stick to their so-called justice, but they hide evil in the dark. They might not be better than us. Wanting to slaughter the people of my sect, are you guys good or are we evil? How can you decide good and evil? In the eyes of our Demon Cult, you are the evil path. They cultivated different spells, but they walked the same path. How can we let you slaughter us? So what if we killed a few righteous path people?”
Wan Jianyi was stunned. After a long time, he laughed loudly. "I didn't expect that I, Wan Jianyi, who has been practicing spells for a lifetime, would be inferior to a woman in terms of understanding. I don't have much time left, so I won't trouble you to take action. If his left arm was broken, so be it. Hehe, it was not a loss to see the Vermillion Bird Holy Emissary's peerless appearance.”After saying that, he wanted to draw his sword and commit suicide.
The Vermilion Bird was not angry. Hearing the unfamiliar man praise her, she felt inexplicably happy. In a moment of desperation, he accidentally knocked away the Dragon Slaying Sword. "I won't allow you to die. Live well.”
Wan Jianyi laughed heartily as he looked suspiciously at her beautiful face. "Why can't I decide my own life and death?"”
The Vermilion Bird's face turned red and she snorted." Don't even think about dying like this. Wouldn't it be too easy for you?" I want you to die under the Vermilion Bird Seal to avenge the humiliation of our sacred cult. Don't think that the people of our sacred cult would do such a thing.”
Wan Jianyi chuckled and said indifferently,""Is that so?" He stared straight at the Vermillion Bird and saw the change in the Vermillion Bird's expression. The blood at the corner of his mouth flowed non-stop, making him look a little ferocious and strange.
The Vermilion Bird did not answer directly. Instead, he said in a low voice,"Don't speak anymore. I will beg the Ghost Doctor to save you.”
All of a sudden, Wan Jianyi fell to the ground with a dull thud. The Dragon Slaying Sword was also lying quietly beside him…
The Vermilion Bird gently helped Wan Jianyi up and found a flat spot to sit down. She scooped some water and fed it to him, but the man was still bleeding profusely. The Vermilion Bird left in a hurry…
300 years ago, the righteous and evil sides fought at the foot of the Green Cloud Mountain. The Demon Cult retreated, and several Demon Cult figures died. The current Ghost King Wan Renwang also took over the Ghost King Sect at that time.
Wan Jianyi, Shang Zhengliang, Tian Buyi, Daoist Ashen Pine, and Zeng Shuchang were the five of them, but only four of them returned. Daoist Cang Song searched everywhere but could not find any trace of Wan Jianyi, so he could only follow them back. The news of the five Qingyun Sect members killing their way into the Wilderness Temple quickly spread, and the Heavenly Chord Temple's reputation was not good. That was how Master Puzhi came to the Wilderness. At that time, Puzhi was the most knowledgeable among the four holy monks of the Tianyin Temple. Although Puzhi was slightly younger than the others, his cultivation was indeed not low. There were five people from the Qingyun Sect in front, and only Puzhi from the Heavenly Chord Temple went deep into the Wilderness. Just this courage alone was worthy of praise. After Wan Jianyi and the others caused a ruckus in the Wildlands Holy Temple, it quickly calmed down. When everyone found out that there were only five people from the Qingyun Sect, they were both ashamed and angry. The Wilderness Holy Temple naturally strengthened their defenses, and it was rumored that Wan Jianyi had not returned to the Qingyun Sect. The people of the Wildlands Holy Temple seemed to have gone crazy, looking for Wan Jianyi everywhere, wanting to tear him into pieces. Puzhi had also received this news. The Heavenly Chord Temple had always been on good terms with the Qingyun Sect. To be able to find Wan Jianyi before the Demon Cult, the trip to the Wilderness was not in vain. They had been searching for Wan Jianyi all this time, so where was Wan Jianyi?……
After that day, the Vermilion Bird went to find Mr. Ghost.
Who was this Mr. Ghost? Ever since Wan Renwang took over the Ghost King Sect, he had a mysterious Mister Human Ghost by his side. No one knew where Mr. Ghost came from, and the Ghost King was very polite to this mysterious man. Under Mr. Ghost's persuasion, he became a guest of the Ghost King Sect. 10,000 people went to the Wilderness Holy Temple and used their knowledge and magnanimity to conquer the four holy emissaries in one fell swoop, earning their loyalty. Of course, Mr. Ghost's contribution was indispensable. Wan Renwang had always chatted with Mr. Ghost, so his knowledge and experience made Wan Renwang deeply impressed. Apart from that, Mr. Ghost also had two other abilities. He had unique attainments in refining and medicine. Therefore, there was another name," Ghost Doctor ".
Mr. Ghost had always been a loner. Even the four saint emissaries did not know his background. Since the Ghost King had no intention of introducing them to each other, they naturally couldn't ask. In this world, besides the Ghost King who knew Mr. Ghost's background, there was also Wan Jianyi.
Vermilion Bird thought about it carefully. Other than this "Ghost Doctor", there was indeed no one else in the Ghost King Sect who could save him.
At first, the Vermilion Bird was evasive and insinuated that Mr. Ghost would not save him. He heard that it was Wan Jianyi's descendant. Mr. Ghost suggested that he could save her, but he had to agree to one condition: He returned the favor with the Mandala Flower of the Heartless Sea.
The Vermilion Bird had agreed to save him, and that was exactly what the Vermilion Bird had thought. He exposed a secret with Wan Jianyi and got into a dispute with the Azure Dragon. As the saying went, there was a cause and an effect, and the two of them separated because of this.
The Vermillion Bird brought the Ghost Doctor to where Wan Jian Yi was hiding. The Ghost Doctor used an extremely strange technique to protect the Myriad Swords Heart Meridian. He also used many rare spiritual items to refine it into medicine. It should be able to pull this dying, heavily injured, and dying person back from the gates of hell. Even so, this fatal injury had caused Wan Jianyi to lie in bed for decades. Without the Vermilion Bird's care, Wan Jianyi would not have woken up so quickly.
In his daze, he repeatedly called out," Junior Sister Su…Junior Sister Su…"
The Vermilion Bird later found out that the "Junior Sister Su" he mentioned was Su Ru from the Qingyun Sect.
There were very few infatuated men in the world, and how many people truly understood their own thoughts? What you love doesn't necessarily love you. Is what you can't get and pursue your whole life what you love the most? If you look back a few decades later, you'll probably be laughing at how frivolous you were back then. People sometimes fell into a kind of obsession, and people would always have unbreakable illusions. Some people are always obsessed with their own thoughts and use their own thoughts to judge others. Can you get the real her? Are you giving her what she wants? The position of the heart was to the left, and the hearts could never be completely connected. Therefore, they could only hug and feel the beating of the heart, and it was destined that very few people could hug for a lifetime. Holding your hand, growing old with you…
Instead, he went crazy because of his own imagination…
The man woke up and saw the woman in front of him. Her black clothes were as thin as ink, and her hair was untied, flowing all over the ground. The moon in the distance hung low under the silent night sky. The moonlight dragged the shadows of the trees and dyed her with the desolation of the end of time. The sleeves rolled up, the sleeves fluttered, and the ancient poems were endlessly beautiful and beautiful.
When Wan Jianyi woke up, the first thing he saw was the Vermilion Bird. The woman from the Demonic Sect was sleeping beside him. For a moment, Wan Jianyi did not know what to say. His survival was all thanks to the Vermilion Bird.
After that, he met the mysterious Mr. Ghost. The two heroes met for the first time, and after that, the two of them were deeply impressed by each other. They felt like old friends at first sight and regretted not meeting each other earlier.
Wan Jianyi was naturally grateful for Mr. Ghost's kindness, so he pushed it to the Vermilion Bird. With Wan Jianyi's personality, he naturally didn't want to owe others a favor. That was why he had the opportunity to search for the Mandala Flower with the Vermilion Bird. " Heartless Sea " Vermillion Bird and Ghost King had also heard about it from Ghost Doctor.
From time to time, the Ghost Doctor would come to see Wan Jianyi and talk about the world, and occasionally talk about cultivation. There was no good or evil here, only friendship, trust, admiration…
In the end, Wan Jianyi gradually saw through the Ghost Doctor's identity. Mr. Ghost (Ghost Doctor) was from the Nine Netherworld Realm and was not from the human world.
After that, Puzhi also found Wan Jianyi. The three of them actually gathered together, and the three heroes of that time appreciated each other. This journey to the Wilderness had come to a complete end.
Puzhi pursued the mystery of immortality all his life and found that if he practiced Buddhism, his cultivation would continue to improve, but it was impossible to break through the mystery of immortality and seize the creation of nature.
Wan Jianyi's casual words saved Puzhi's life but also harmed his life.
" Why don't we cultivate both Buddhism and Taoism? Perhaps we can achieve immortality…" Wan Jianyi casually mentioned, but waves of emotions surged in Puzhi's heart. That was why Puzhi went to Qingyun Sect to invite Dao Xuan to cultivate Buddhism and Taoism. That night when Cao Miao Village took Zhang Xiaofan as their disciple, that was a story for another time…
The happy days always passed quickly. A hundred years had passed in a hurry…
Before he left, Ghost Doctor gave Puzhi a " Three Days of Undying Pill ". At first, Puzhi did not accept it. Under Mr. Ghost's insistence, Puzhi accepted it. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Puzhi still needed it a hundred years later. What ability did Mr. Ghost have to predict what would happen a hundred years later? Was it a coincidence? Wasn't this too much of a coincidence?
Mr. Ghost was even more proficient in the Ghost Dao. The Ghost Dao had a long history, with ancient yao arts, foreign evil techniques, and Underworld Ghost Talismans. Hundreds of years ago, there was a strange person who revived the Ghost Dao and absorbed the secret arts of the Miao territory's Gu and the Yin and Yang magical techniques of burying souls and transforming bodies.
Ghost Dao was a special technique that was good at controlling ghosts to cultivate. It had always been a strange and vicious evil technique in the eyes of the world, and few people had ever asked about it. It was unique outside of the three true cultivation factions of Dao, Buddha and Demon and the southern border's shaman spells. For many years, the people of the Ghost Dao had been living in a kind of darkness, which made it even more mysterious and unpredictable. People in the Ghost Dao could control ghosts and collect Yin Qi to recuperate. Legend had it that Ghost Dao experts could summon souls and revive the dead. Practicing the Ghost Dao required them to face ghosts and malicious spirits all day long, which made most of them act strangely.
The people of the Underworld had another unique instinct: Mr. Ghost could predict what would happen a hundred years later through a person's soul. Mr. Ghost could predict that he would not be able to change Puzhi's fate...
Puzhi left and went deeper into the Wilderness to continue his journey…
During this period, Azure Dragon also noticed the Vermilion Bird's strange behavior. He then discovered Wan Jianyi. If the Vermilion Bird hadn't tried to stop him, perhaps…
Wan Jianyi and the Vermilion Bird, who were gradually recovering, found the mysterious Merciless Sea of the Five Seas and began to search for the Mandala Flower…
Heartless Sea: According to ancient legends, when one dies of old age, only the soul remains. When one dies, the soul will leave the body and enter the next life. However, in the world, there were vengeful spirits. Because of greed, anger, and obsession, as well as fear, hatred, and fear, they were nostalgic for the world and looked back at the past. They were unwilling to be reborn. They were called "Yin Spirits". Countless vengeful spirits, wandering ghosts, and infatuated Yin spirits lived in the emotionless sea. Under the Nine Nether, the Yin Qi was abundant and the sea water was boundless. As long as a person had desires and delusions, the Heartless Sea would never dry up. The souls who could not let go of the entanglements of their previous lives would drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. The souls that drank the soup of Meng Po and could not be forgotten would be exiled to the Heartless Sea. The infatuated souls would not leave for thousands of years and would be reborn. The endless resentment kept the waves of the Merciless Sea away, and the ghosts that occasionally drifted by would be pulled into the Merciless Sea by these vengeful spirits.
Seven generations of love, seven generations of separation;
A hundred years of love, a day of death farewell;
Forgetting each other for a thousand years, who will refine feelings?
The pain of seven lifetimes, a hundred years of torture, a thousand years of resentment, the merciless sea breeze, the death of one's soul…
If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old, if the person is ruthless, the seven generations of love and resentment, tears and laughter in the past. The River of Forgetfulness is far away without paddles, the merciless sea breeze is soul-breaking, and there are thousands of cups of tears in my heart. How can I drink a bowl of soup from Meng Po?
According to legend, the recipe of Meng Po's soup was to first take the ghosts that were determined by the Ten Halls to be sent to various places to be human beings, then add medicinal herbs from the secular world, and mix them into a wine-like soup. It was divided into five flavors: sweet, bitter, spicy, sour, and salty. It was a legendary drink that could forget all troubles, love, hate, and hatred. Those who had loved, those things that could not be let go, and those entanglements in the world of mortals would enter the throat along with the "Meng Po Soup". It would forever freeze on the bridge of helplessness. The sad look filled with tears would turn into ethereal and fade away. Was it reluctance? Or was it the decision to slash his sleeves? It was no longer important, because she had forgotten, forgotten everything.
A road is called the Yellow Spring, a river is called the River of Forgetfulness, a bridge is used to bear the burden of a high platform to look at the hometown, a bowl of Mengpo soup can forget the past life, a stone stands on the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, called Sansheng, a look at the heartless water, and the infatuation of the rock is dispelled. It is called the Merciless Sea.
In her previous life, no matter how deeply she loved him, he walked steadily on this Bridge of Helplessness without the slightest bit of chaos…
Heart as calm as a mirror, heart as heavy as stone…
The bridge was silent…
Because his heart had died, he had lost his memories of the afterlife…
The people on the other side of the bridge were filled with grief…
Because she was moved, she couldn't forget the lingering feelings of this life?
Under the Bridge of Helplessness, the water is surging. Looking back on this life's desolation, I finally cross the River of Forgetfulness at the Forgetfulness Terrace at the bridgehead. Drinking Mengpo's soup, I forget all my previous lives. Only the Three Life Stone is engraved with the feelings of my previous life and this life. It's ruthless. I'll be together and look at each other. Perhaps there's a kind of tear that casts the love of the heartless sea.
The tearful memories were all broken at the edge of this quaint bowl. Finally, all the past events that I drank with tears in my eyes were forgotten in this merciless sea breeze…
Time flies, the quicksand of time, a hundred years, the oath of life and death by the bridge, who would rather go through reincarnation with tears than drink that bowl of clear soup?
The red candle in the running water is red, and the phoenix is flying. Who is the newlywed? The hatred of the sea, guarding the red beans dyed red by the yearning, there is really no kind of tears, so that people will not be sad!
It turned out that the process of beauty could also make people feel bone-piercing sadness!
In the next life, they would meet again…
Meng Po would occasionally hear a voice floating to her ear and she smiled lightly…
He lowered his head and looked at the pot of soup. It was just an ordinary pot of soup…
Just because of the seasoning called forgetting, it was also better than the previous mountain pledge that was engraved in one's heart and was determined to never change. Was the love of life and death the gentle rain and wind of the Heartless Sea that moistened the tears, or was the tears that stirred up the raging waves that became the coolness of the wind?
Sentimental and emotionless, their souls were dying, their lives were endless, and the storm was endless…
Looking back, the road is still bleak, reluctant to give up, let the longing gaze no longer stretch, perhaps only occasionally in the dream, smiling and crying, looking for the teardrop left in your heart from the previous life, gently holding the hot soup in your hand and drinking the cold tears in one gulp, from then on forget the past, ferry on the Wangyou River, Xiao Xiang, Xie Que…
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