When he saw Zhang Yong this time, his temperament had changed drastically.
It was normal for him to have such a change after such a sudden change.
But … he felt that something was wrong.
Just like when he saw him outside the Heaven's Secret Realm. Although he appeared reserved and timid, which was very suitable for the descendant of a declining noble family.
But he always felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
This "uncomfortable" did not mean that Jiang Wang had any opinions or bad impressions of him.
It was just that he had a good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.
It was just that he subconsciously felt that it was not appropriate and natural enough.
It was just like his state at that time. It was a little disharmonious. At this moment, although the emaciated Zhang Yong was sad, silent, wary, and in pain, Jiang Wang had a very strange feeling that this was the real him.
There was no logical reason. It was the most direct feeling.
In any case, since he judged that there was no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang did not continue to waste time here.
The Yang Kingdom was located in the northwest of the Qi Kingdom. The driver was good, and the carriage was pulled by fine horses.
With the name of the Junggenjia, the carriage moved forward smoothly and steadily.
Jiang Wang sat in the carriage and closed his eyes to cultivate.
…
Maplewood City.
Almost all of his vitality was gone. Only a weak Life Fire was burning on the body of a withered man.
He did not know how much time had passed.
Maplewood City seemed to have lost the meaning of time. The only thing that could prove the passage of time was probably behind this person … the endless tombs.
He alone had buried everyone.
He remembered that this should be the Wang Clan's land.
Heh, which part of Maplewood City did he not know?
How many years had he lived here?
Memory was really a torturous thing.
Ling He trudged through the ruins.
The corrosion of the Netherworld aura should have taken his life long ago, but for some reason, he was always hanging on by a breath.
That breath was not breath, but a wisp of black and yellow aura that floated in the Tongtian Palace.
Ling He did not know that it was the aura of merit that he had brought when he used the "Scripture of Salvation" to expiate the dead.
Black at the top and yellow at the bottom. It was the color of heaven and earth.
He only knew that he was still alive.
Since he was still alive, he had to do something and finish something.
He was a stubborn and persistent person.
It was because of this persistence and perseverance that he never fell too far behind in his cultivation.
Ling He couldn't count how many corpses he had buried and how many graves he had piled up.
He only walked forward. When he saw the corpses, he buried them in the ground and chanted sutras to help them pass on.
And so on and so forth.
He walked to the most remote corner of the Wang Clan. This was probably where the most neglected clansmen lived.
But Ling He wouldn't care about this. He never cared about wealth, status, and beauty. He was what Zhao Rucheng called a "good guy".
The strange thing was that this place seemed to have the most deaths.
They did not die from an Earthly Calamity, but from some kind of powerful force. They were killed almost instantly without any resistance.
Ling He pursed his dry lips.
He began to dig a hole.
Burying and building tombs along the way.
There was a small courtyard in front of him. Unexpectedly, most of the houses had collapsed during the Earthly Disaster of that scale.
Only this small courtyard remained undamaged.
But it was cold and cheerless after all.
Ling He pushed the door open and walked in. The first thing he saw was the orange cat's rotting corpse.
This kind of rotting stench wasn't anything special, he had already gotten used to it.
What made him uncomfortable was the orange cat's state of death — — it was most likely dismembered by someone.
This kind of cruelty made him frown.
He thought for a bit, then dug a small hole to bury it and chanted sutras for it.
Ling He continued to walk forward. When he entered the bedroom, he saw Wang Zhangxiang's corpse lying on the ground. Because of his cultivation, the corpse had not yet rotted.
The expression he saw on Wang Zhangxiang's face was something he had never seen on anyone else's face before.
That expression did not seem to be in pain, but rather … relief?
Ling He didn't think too much about it. He carried Wang Zhangxiang's corpse out of the room, then dug a hole in the courtyard and buried it next to the orange cat.
After he was done, he looked around. Under the chair in the courtyard, he found a sutra that had fallen on the ground.
It seemed to have been flipped through by someone and dropped in a hurry.
The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.
Looking at Wang Zhangxiang's grave, Ling He thought that the owner of this courtyard shouldn't be Wang Zhangxiang, but it must be closely related to him.
Ling He walked forward, picked up the sutra and looked at the cover.
The cover was probably made by the owner of the sutra himself, it was very detailed. The words written on the cover were — — 《The Sutra of Expiation》.
Ling He couldn't help but sit down on the chair and began to read the sutra.
He was too tired, but the physical exhaustion wasn't unbearable.
What was truly unbearable was the pain in his heart.
Every corpse that he buried with his own hands seemed to be telling him that those experiences weren't nightmares.
They were things that had truly happened, and things that couldn't be undone.
Perhaps the sutra had a way to resolve the helplessness of the soul.
The Sutra of Expiation itself didn't have any Thaumaturgy, but as a sutra, it was the core sutra of Penglai Island.
Its full name should be 《Supreme Dongxuan Spirit Treasure Immeasurable Expiation Sutra》.
This sutra was said to be the leader of all sutras, the origin of all sutras, the origin of all sutras.
Reciting this sutra was said to be able to eliminate natural disasters, protect the emperor, poison the underworld, and save millions of people. Both men and women would be protected, salty enough to live forever.
This was a sutra that passed down the Dao, it wasn't the foundation of cultivation, so it wasn't a secret.
Of course, it had immeasurable Thaumaturgy, but the copy wasn't.
Its true value lay in the mysteries of heaven and earth described in the sutra. Those with wisdom might be able to obtain a few things from it.
Since ancient times, there was no lack of Daoists, Confucians, and Zen masters who didn't cultivate any Thaumaturgy.
And for such knowledgeable people, they were able to comprehend the secrets of the sutras, using their great wisdom to obtain great Thaumaturgy, reaching the pinnacle of Transcendence in one step.
It was said that those who could read the Sutra of Expiation were known as "Immortal Path Noble Life, Immeasurable Expiation, Open Eight Gates, Fly to the Heavens. Sin Blessings, Forbidden Precepts, Fate and Karma. Universal Enlightenment, Dead Souls Birth Bodies. Living Bodies, Hear the Heavens. "
Of course, it was only a rumor, no one had seen it for themselves.
On the other hand, Penglai Island's original cultivation sutra, the Holy Revered Jade Imperial Sutra, was indeed immeasurable.
Along with Mount Yujing's Purple Virtual Revered Sutra, Mount Daluo's Origin Origin Sutra, and Founding Emperor's Last Calamity Sutra, it was one of the strongest cultivation sutras in the world.
The special thing about the sutra that Ling He obtained was the annotations of the original owner of the sutra.
From what he saw, the original owner should be an old Daoist who lived in the Wang Family's territory for some reason. The original owner had a very deep understanding of Daoist sutras, his writing was simple and distant, with a deep sense of Daoism.
Ling He didn't agree with some of his ideas, but he had to admit that the original owner made some sense.
But the more he flipped, the more he felt a sense of oppression.
"Maybe, after reading the sutra to a certain extent, he could already foresee today's tragedy?"
The thought flashed across Ling He's mind.
He picked up a dried leaf and used it as a bookmark, brought the sutra with him, and left the small courtyard.
It was time to continue the expiation of the dead.
He decided to read two pages of the sutra every day, to explain his understanding, and to verify it with the annotations.
This would be one of the rare interesting things in these difficult days.
That is, if he could still survive.
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