Taiping Zhenren had prepared for hundreds of years for this plan, from the Underworld to the human world, from the imperial court to the countryside, from the bank of the Muddy River to the Cloud Platform and back to Aoyama. He had calculated all possible scenarios.
Bulao Lin, who was all over the world, had collected a great deal of information for him to ensure that he wouldn't make a wrong judgment at the critical junctures.
Zen Master was indeed in White Town, because he had to guard the snowland. It was well known that the Broadsword King Cao Yuan had been severely wounded in the fight with the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom and hadn't shown up in the human world for nearly one hundred years.
Bu Qiuxiao was at the critical moment before he became the Saint. He sat in the deep part of Yimaozhai, mentally traveling between heaven and earth, unable to wake up.
Like Taiping Zhenren said, Jing Jiu couldn't calculate everything, but how could he calculate everything clearly? How could he know what choices those people would make at certain moments? What kind of accident would be waiting for him?
The strong wind was howling in Yimaozhai. The willow trees by the shore were uprooted, and tens of thousands of lotuses in the lake were broken, fluttering in the air like broken hats or bobbing up and down on the surface of the water. It was a dreadful scene.
More terrifyingly, the wind had been dyed red, looking like a steaming bloody fog, full of murderous intent.
The formation that had been guarding the passage of the Underworld for many years had lost its effect. The Stone Bell Mountain at the end of the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor was riddled with holes, and the whimpering sound was more like a broken flute than a bell. The hard rocks were turned into powder, flowing into the dark and gloomy underground along with the wind. It was unclear how long it would take for the powder to reach the Underworld River, creating more fire and smoke.
A thin red feather was fluttering in the strong wind, looking down at the scholars of Yimaozhai who were trying to repair the formation on the ground. The red feather looked like an indifferent and emotionless eye.
All of a sudden, a greenish light shone down from the distant sky.
The greenish light didn't melt when it encountered the blood-red Chaotic Wind. On the contrary, it expanded as it met the blood-red Chaotic Wind. Whoosh!!! The Chaotic Wind spread its wings and turned into a Blue Bird.
The Blue Bird's eyes were full of anger. It pecked at the red feather with a faint chirp.
The red feather seemed to have a mind of its own. It dove with the wind and instantly went to the surface of the lake more than ten miles away.
On the undulating surface of the lake, there was a pitiful broken lotus. The Blue Bird suddenly flew out from the broken lotus. Like lightning, it stretched out its beak and accurately caught the red feather. It flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
The Yimaozhai scholars took the opportunity to carve amulets on the cliff walls against the strong wind. The Yimaozhai scholars started to carve amulets on the cliff walls against the strong wind.
The scholars of the One-Cottage House took advantage of the opportunity to carve the amulets on the cliff walls against the strong wind, in an attempt to slow down the disintegration of the formation. However, the passage leading to the Underworld had already been opened, and the energy between the two worlds was connected. As a result, the hurricane was too formidable to be blocked by the amulet power. The strong wind was still pouring into the cracks and the caves. The amulet paper slips were torn to shreds as soon as they were pasted on the cliff walls. Even the words carved on the cliff walls were visibly flattened.
Whether it was using amulets or carving words, they all consumed a great deal of Righteous Qi. In just a few dozen breaths, many scholars collapsed to the ground, and some even fainted.
But none of the scholars who could still stand left. They continued to work hard, using their strength to fight against the power of heaven and earth. The blood they spat out could be seen everywhere on the cliff walls.
Xi Yiyun and a dozen teachers stood at the place where the wind was the strongest and the situation was the most dangerous. Their faces were extremely pale, and their Qi was constantly being consumed. It seemed like they couldn't hold on much longer.
It was at this moment that the wind around the simple residence in the depths of Yimaozhai suddenly became much weaker, and so did the annoying whimpers.
Bu Qiuxiao opened his eyes and glanced outside the window. He smelled the remaining scent in the wind and glanced at his fingers. He knew what had happened.
He stood up and drifted out of the house. Pah! He tiptoed on the surface of the lake and flew away with the wind. Soon, he arrived at the end of the Wind Corridor in front of the Stone Bell Mountain.
The young scholars of Yimaozhai yelled in surprise, "House Master!"
The dozen old scholars in the front changed their expressions abruptly, showing a look of regret in their eyes.
Looking at the familiar figure in the sky, Xi Yiyun was extremely sad. He murmured "Teacher" in his mind …
Bu Qiuxiao had entered the state of emptiness dozens of days ago. He had been traveling around heaven and earth with his spirit, comprehending the meaning of nature, and waiting for the final moment to become a Saint.
At this moment, he couldn't sense anything outside his body; so why did he wake up earlier than expected?
It was because his Spiritual Awareness, which was traveling between heaven and earth, had sensed the upheaval of heaven and earth.
Traveling around heaven and earth with his spirit and coming back … This meant that he had missed the chance to become a Saint again. He didn't know how many years of arduous cultivation he would have to go through, and it was even possible that … he wouldn't have the chance again!
Bu Qiuxiao didn't pay attention to the shouts of the disciples. He reached out his right hand and pointed it at the cliff wall.
He usually used his right hand to write.
When he held the brush, his index finger was at the highest point.
Today, his index finger was cut by the red feather, leaving a tiny cut, and the blood had already clotted.
At this moment, the cut opened again, and a drop of blood oozed out.
Soon after, more and more drops of blood flew out, forming a line of blood and falling on the cliff wall.
The blood was like ink, splashing and falling on those cracks from time to time, in an attempt to seal them and prevent the Chaotic Wind from pouring into the Underworld.
Even though he was Bu Qiuxiao, how could he resist the power of heaven and earth?
Seeing the blood being blown away by the Chaotic Wind and Bu Qiuxiao's face turning paler and paler, Xi Yiyun felt even more pained. A question arose in his mind.
The human world has encountered such a great calamity. Teacher, you chose to come back and give up the chance to become a Saint, but you still can't change anything. Is it … worth it?
Bu Qiuxiao knew the current situation better than anyone else.
If he chose to wake up earlier, he wouldn't be able to become a Saint.
If he couldn't become a Saint, he wouldn't be able to turn the tide.
But how could he not wake up when the tide was right in front of him?
This is really not an interesting topic.
He kept writing meaningless words on the cliff wall of the Stone Bell Mountain with the blood. Thinking of this, he curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile.
In the next moment, something that no one could have imagined happened.
The bloodstains on the cliff wall suddenly emitted a bright glow, becoming redder!
No matter how strong and fierce the wind blowing from all over the world was, it couldn't dilute the bloodstains anymore!
The bloodstains were getting redder and redder, but they didn't have any smell of blood. Instead, they looked extremely solemn, like a red brush on a piece of paper!
The entire Stone Bell Mountain gradually stabilized. The cliff wall stopped weakening, and the cracks were gradually sealed by the blood!
The passage to the Underworld became smaller and smaller, so did the wind!
What was going on?
The young scholars were shocked speechless.
Xi Yiyun revealed a perplexed expression.
"Hahahaha!"
Bu Qiuxiao was still laughing. There was no trace of bitterness on his face. He was as innocent as a child, and he even laughed out loud.
His laughter echoed on the cliff wall, suppressing the whimpers that sounded like broken flutes.
He was also a naïve young man when he first entered Yimaozhai to study. But because of his Master, he had to shoulder the responsibility and the pressure too early.
The Scholar Yan who had left Yimaozhai and the conversation with Jing Jiu in the old plum garden had made the pressure heavier and heavier.
It wasn't until today, at this moment, that he finally unloaded all the pressure from his shoulders.
"This is the blood of a Saint!"
"The House Master has become a Saint!"
A few old scholars of Yimaozhai shouted in ecstasy.
Yes, Bu Qiuxiao had become a Saint.
Facing the great calamity of the human world, he chose to give up becoming a Saint.
He was a Saint.
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…
"The wind is rising."
Zen Master stood at the door of the small temple, rubbing his bare feet on the doorsill. He looked quite nervous.
He looked into the distance, his face full of worry. But what he was looking at was not the snowland, but the distant east.
The energy of heaven and earth had changed … a great change, which meant that something major was going to happen in this world, even more serious than the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom giving birth.
The wind in White Town wasn't strong at the moment, but Zen Master's heart grew heavier and heavier as he thought of the long distance that the wind was traveling to. He loosened his fingers.
The result of the Two-Mind Connection was not good. What made him feel even more helpless was that White Town was too far away for him to get to those places in time.
How could he stop this catastrophe?
The doorsill was broken by his bare feet. Zen Master came up to the sky and opened his right hand slightly, aiming the light mirror at the deep part of the snowland.
The sunlight fell on the mirror and was refracted northward, crossing the endless snowland. Instead of scattering, the sunlight became brighter and more precise, without any deviation.
Tens of thousands of miles away, the lonely and lofty icy peak was illuminated by the sunlight, emitting a pale blue glow.
A streak of spiritual awareness emerged from the icy peak and crossed the snowland in an instant, arriving in front of the small temple in White Town. It carried the anger of being disturbed and … a hint of curiosity.
The fierce wind was howling, and the snowflakes were flying in all directions. The believers and soldiers in the small town were screaming and hiding.
This was the majesty of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom.
"If I didn't miscalculate, the passage to the Underworld should have undergone a drastic change, and Taiping Zhenren is destroying the world."
Looking at tens of thousands of miles away, Zen Master said with a pale face, "You should have sensed it earlier, and you should have figured it out. He wants to kill all the creatures of the Snowy Kingdom in addition to the mortals of the world, so as to eliminate the threat of the monster invasion."
The indifferent and powerful will of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom came through the divine awareness — What does it have to do with me?
Every few hundred years, a terrifying monster invasion would occur in the north of Chaotian. In the beginning, the swordsmen of the human race thought it was an attempt by the Snowy Kingdom to invade the south and occupy the territory of the human race. Now, they speculated that it was because the number of monsters of the Snowy Kingdom in the midst of the snow and ice was so great that the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom ordered them to invade the south and use the humans to kill them. If that was the case, why would the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom care about the destruction of Taiping Zhenren?
Zen Master looked into the depths of the snowy plain and said sincerely, "In the end, those are your people. You can let them die, but how can you let them die to the schemes of others?"
The Queen of Snowy Kingdom's reply was still clear and cold.
— What does that have to do with me?
"Yes, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you don't do anything, I will accept your kindness."
A deep and resounding voice came from the ground.
The spiritual awareness of the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom gradually faded away. She actually acquiesced.
The Young Zen Master spun his head and looked down at White Town in surprise.
The voice was still echoing in the town, sounding like the ringing of a bell, incessantly.
The blood-red cliff quivered slightly, and the accumulated snow on the peak top fell down, piling up behind the small temple.
In the small temple, the unimaginably heavy iron broadsword, longer than the beam of the house, was still placed on the shelf in Silence.
A hand suddenly grabbed the hilt of the broadsword.
The hand was full of wounds and scars, looking like the peeling paint of a Buddha statue.
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