Zhao Layue arched her eyebrows, thinking it was understandable; but she was still puzzled, asking, "But why did she want to borrow the Fairy Book to come back?"
This was also something Liu Ci couldn't figure out. The Cultivation practitioners pursued ascension and became the fairies. Why did she want to go back to the same place when she had already become the fairies?
Jing Jiu said, "Maybe it's because of fear."
Zhao Layue said, "She was afraid that the Immortal Jingyang was still alive and would retaliate against the disciples of Cloud-Dream Mountain after discovering the truth; so she wanted to use her replica to come back and keep an eye on you."
Jing Jiu said, "It's not the true fear. She left the Fairy Book as a backup plan, or a way back."
Zhao Layue asked earnestly, "What is she afraid of?"
Jing Jiu said, "Though the ocean and the sky seem to be vast, they have their boundaries; but that world is truly a boundless space. You can't find a foothold there; you have no reference, no companions, no origin, and no destination. This is the beginning of the true fear."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue asked, "Her Dao Heart grows silent, and her loneliness grows?"
"That's right. In that world, the projection of the self in the spiritual world will be magnified many times, and will gradually devour the self."
Jing Jiu continued, "What she fears is the infinity and herself in the infinity."
Zhao Layue understood what he meant, asking, "Why did you tell me all this?"
It was believed that Jing Jiu hadn't told anyone about the ascension of the Immortal Jingyang, the fairy men, and the secrets of that world, except for her.
This kind of trust or expectation brought her a great deal of pressure.
"You'll go to that world someday. It's not a bad thing to know something in advance."
Jing Jiu said it as if her ascension was inevitable.
Zhao Layue felt even more pressured.
Over the last one thousand years, Bai Ren and Jingyang were the only two ascendants in Chaotian. Though she had natural Dao quality and was confident in her Cultivation, she didn't dare be so optimistic.
Jing Jiu put down the wooden comb and began to braid her hair. He did it with only his right hand, and his movements were quite easy.
He only told Zhao Layue this because he had another reason. For instance, she had nothing to do with the past. In other words, he didn't completely trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, but he trusted her very much. It was because she was his personal disciple whom he had chosen in the snow in Zhaoge City, and she hadn't forgotten him even after she became a disciple of Aoyama.
As someone with natural Dao quality who was nurtured by the Green Mountain Sect, she didn't need to do anything to have a bright future. However, she still took the risk to investigate that matter, just to seek justice for him.
During the Inherited Sword Competition, she was the target of all the masters, and even Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing wanted to take her on as their personal disciple. Yet, she chose to climb Shenmo Peak and continue his inheritance. Even though she was wounded all over, she still pressed forward.
As far as he was concerned, it would be unreasonable if Little Layue couldn't ascend with her talent and temperament, and she had inherited his Cultivation methods and sword methods.
As far as he was concerned, Little Layue, with her talent and temperament, and having inherited his Cultivation methods and sword work, couldn't ascend; it would be an unreasonable thing.
As far as he was concerned, it would be unreasonable if Little Layue couldn't ascend after inheriting his Cultivation methods and sword methods, given her talent and temperament.
"What should we do now?" Zhao Layue asked worriedly as she turned her head to look at his tightly clenched left hand.
Bai Ren couldn't have predicted that Jingyang could survive after falling from the fairy world and that the Fairy Book she left behind would be in his hands.
All of this was a coincidence, not a planned scheme. Yet, it was still a severe test for Jing Jiu, and it could be said that it was a matter of life and death.
There was only one option for him: to temper the Fairy Book. Otherwise, the fairy awareness in the Fairy Book would slowly infiltrate his body and Dao Heart until it occupied them.
However, it was not so easy to temper the Fairy Book.
Jing Jiu behaved calmly when he told Liu Ci that he wanted to temper the Fairy Book, but Liu Ci could tell that he was not confident about it.
In the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror, when he reached out his hand toward the bronze tripod, he had already sensed that the fairy energy hidden in the Fairy Book would have a formidable power if it were released. Even those in the Heavenly Arrival State would have a hard time resisting it.
It was extremely difficult to temper the Fairy Book without touching the fairy energy in it. The most difficult part was that the fairy awareness left behind by Bai Ren was in a very high state, much higher than all the Cultivation practitioners in Chaotian.
"I might have to ask a friend for help this time."
Jing Jiu looked up at the top of the manor cave.
The blue sky was very deep, devoid of any hint of autumn.
He was not talking about the Queen in the deep part of the snowland, nor was he talking about the Giant in the Alien Land.
Zhao Layue followed his line of sight and looked up at the sky. She felt puzzled, but more curious.
A few years ago, in order to solve the problem of the sword ghost, Jing Jiu said that he would ask his friend for help. At the time, Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and the others all wondered why Jing Jiu had a friend.
What had happened later proved that Jing Jiu did have a friend, and his friend was the last King Of The Underworld.
Zhao Layue really wanted to know who he was going to find this time, and what kind of earth-shattering figure that person would be.
Jing Jiu knew what was on her mind. "He is dead," said Jing Jiu after a moment of silence while looking at the sky.
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The twilight enshrouded the Guocheng Temple.
The pine forest was as red as the fire in the stove, and the pagoda forest shone brightly.
There were hundreds of stone pagodas of various heights in the pagoda forest, where the highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple were buried. But it was tranquil instead of gloomy.
Sitting on the stone steps in front of the meditation room, Yin San pressed the bone flute to his lips and played a soundless tune with his fingers. It was quiet and tranquil, devoid of any sorrowful intent.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked out from the room and stood behind Jing Jiu. He listened to Jing Jiu play the soundless tune in silence before he spoke.
"The person in the Fiend Prison is Jing Jiu. Why didn't you inform the Zhongzhou School of this?"
Yin San put down the bone flute, wiped it with his sleeve, and put it back into the sheath on his waist. "If they couldn't even figure this out, how could the Center Sect have occupied the spiritual source of the Cloud-Dream for thirty thousand years?" he replied.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect rubbed his reddened nose as he said, "But we can tell them the true identity of Jing Jiu."
The corners of Yin San's mouth curled up slightly, letting out a mocking smile as he said, "Over the years, many details related to him have told us the same thing. It's like he is standing on the top of the Shenmo Peak and shouting that he is Jingyang. Do you think he intends to conceal his true identity?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sighed, "If the two immortals could figure out what's on their minds, I wouldn't have been defeated so badly back then."
Yin San stood up and said nonchalantly, "He needs other people's opinions and guesses to determine who he is."
Hearing this, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was startled, asking, "Has he lost his memory?"
"No," Yin San said in a mocking tone, "he is merely evading."
Looking at Jing Jiu's profile, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect asked with narrowed eyes, "Who is he then?"
Yin San patted the dust off his face and said, "As I said before, no matter who he is, he is not Jingyang."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect fell silent for a while before saying, "This is really interesting."
"But I feel it's a bit sad."
Yin San walked toward the pagoda forest and soon disappeared into the twilight.
Gazing at the twilight, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect revealed a strange expression in his narrowed eyes.
He didn't look like an old dog at all, but an old lion that wanted to return to the pride, determined and patient.
The evening drum sounded, signaling the time for dinner in the Guocheng Temple. The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect came to the kitchen in the front courtyard with the food box in his arms and found the fat monk he was familiar with.
The two of them hid in a corner under the corridor and opened the food box. A large braised pig trotter leaped into their eyes.
There were some fresh perilla leaves on the left of the trotter, and some pickled perilla leaves on the right, each with its own flavor.
Looking at the trotter, the fat monk couldn't help but drool, saying, "The meat is really fragrant. Everything is going well for him at the Western Ocean, and he won't get tired of eating it. I'm trying to persuade that person to be tempted."
His voice was very low, and his words were a bit unclear due to the influence of his saliva, but it was obvious that he wasn't talking about the pork passing through the intestines.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect took a bite of the trotter and tore off about half a jin of the skin and meat. He said vaguely, "It only takes one sword to kill two Immortals, flesh and skin, to leave a name in history, to injure the tendons and bones, to shake the heaven and earth, and to fill my mouth with the fragrance. Why shouldn't I be tempted?"
The fat monk said with a bitter expression, "You forgot to add salt … What about Aoyama?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect wiped his greasy face and said disdainfully, "I've pickled it in advance. It's not like he doesn't have a master. Shut up if you don't want to eat. Useless thing."
The fat monk thought resentfully, "How can you be so hot-tempered in your current state? That person's master is also a hidden swordsman. Though he's trapped by Aoyama on the Foggy Island in the South Sea, he can be considered to be free and peaceful, unlike you, a hidden swordsman who can only eat meat in the temple and act like a dog every day. "
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Passing through the pagoda forest and the pine forest, passing by the side hall and the side door, Jing Jiu arrived at the cliff, where he could see the vegetable garden below.
As the sun set in the west, the door was pushed open with a squeak. Xiao He walked out with a pot of medicine in her hand.
Seeing this scene and hearing the coughing coming from inside the house, Yin San raised his eyebrows slightly.
Liu Shisui came back from the Cloud-Dream Mountain, but the little vixen didn't show any joy on her face. It seemed that his situation wasn't good.
His problem of conflicting internal Qi had gotten better after he started to practice the Buddhist method in the Guocheng Temple, but it started to worsen again in the last two years.
The Zen Master once wrote a letter recommending him to go to Yimaozhai to learn the Dao method. If he could really master this Dao method, he should be able to completely solve the problem in his body. However, for some unknown reason, Liu Shisui didn't go to Yimaozhai.
Yin San found out about this matter, and he found it very interesting.
The twilight was getting thicker, and the sky was getting darker. Jing Jiu suddenly made a decision.
He walked to the vegetable garden and pushed open the door. Looking at Liu Shisui, he asked calmly, "Do you have wine? I'd like to drink two cups today. "
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