Jing Jiu handed the thin sticks to Jing Jiu, saying, "Though the principle is simple, it's not easy to think of it."
Zen Master took the sticks with both of his hands, and suddenly asked, "When did you think of this principle?"
Jing Jiu walked to the doorsill and looked at the snowland in the distance, saying, "I suddenly thought of it one day. It should be when I discussed the Soul-Fire with the King Of The Underworld in the Fiend Prison."
"Is it because of the name Soul-Fire?" asked Zen Master.
"Don't you think this name is illogical? There must be another reason for it. "
Jing Jiu said, "I've asked the Snow Girl about it. They are not like this, but it doesn't mean the humans are not like this."
Hearing the name of the Snow Girl, Zen Master shook his head and asked, "Are you sure it's a good thing to help her leave?"
Jing Jiu said, "It's a matter. It's not important whether it's good or bad."
Zhao Layue stood up and followed his line of sight to the deep part of the snowland. "Do you want to kill her?" she asked.
Since Jing Jiu came to the snowland, the icy peak had been quiet, and the spiritual awareness didn't show up. This indicated many things.
"She is not as good as her mother, and it's not easy to kill her. And why should I kill her? I have a good relationship with her mother, "said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue said, "But she doesn't have a good relationship with her mother. She almost killed her mother."
Jing Jiu said, "Her mother had just given birth at the time, so she was at her weakest. And she took the opportunity to leave the snowland without being detected by the heavenly law."
Zen Master shook his head, saying, "I feel this conversation is a bit strange."
Jing Jiu nodded slightly to the icy peak in the deep part of the snowland, and was about to leave.
"I won't see you off that day," said Zen Master.
"Why?" asked Zhao Layue, feeling surprised.
Zen Master said with a matter-of-fact expression, "What's so interesting about the second marriage?"
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Zen Master didn't go to see Jing Jiu off. It was not because he disliked Jing Jiu's second love affair, but because the two of them had a special relationship.
Zhaoge City was different for many people.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue first went to the Zhao Garden outside the city to stay for a few days. He could tell that Mr. and Mrs. Zhao did not have many years left to live. Then they went into the city and went to the Imperial Palace to meet Jing Yao. They spent another day strolling through the old and new plum gardens, looking at the pavilion with the chessboard and the small lake with the bridge. Then they went to Taichang Temple.
The black eaves of Taichang Temple were washed clean by the summer rain. It looked very spirited, but it did not have the spirit of the past. The backyard was filled with purple wildflowers, and the underground prison was getting emptier and emptier. According to Duke Lu, in another two hundred years, the last few prisoners would probably die.
Many of Duke Lu's descendants had passed away, but the old Duke was still alive. It was unknown whether he would occasionally think of his more deserted neighbors as he looked at his increasingly unfamiliar descendants.
Jing Li spent more of his time copying the scripts at the Imperial College, and the Jing house was empty most of the time.
Jing Jiu had slept in the study room for more than one hundred years, but he was still not familiar with this house.
Jing Jiu led Zhao Layue to walk around the front yard and the backyard, and then sat in the study room for half a night. As the morning sunlight illuminated Zhaoge City, Jing Jiu got up and left the place.
The Empty Realm in the blue sky was not far away. It looked like a piece of glass, but it gave off a feeling that it was indestructible.
Zhao Layue asked before entering the Empty Realm, "Are we going to the Guocheng Temple?"
That stone pagoda was still in the Guocheng Temple. Since it was a farewell trip, they should go there.
"What's the point of looking at the pagoda when the person is gone?" Jing Jiu remarked jokingly, "I'm not Zhuo Rusui, who can only fall asleep while hugging the pagoda."
Zhao Layue confirmed that Jing Jiu was different from before after Nan Wang burned the corpse and woke up in the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
Of course, it might be due to the influence of Zhuo Rusui on Jing Jiu.
As Zen Master said, this was the cause and effect of this world. … …
The Muddy River outside Nanhezhou was illuminated by the blood-red sword light.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stopped on a rock, looking at the straw huts used to provide relief to the refugees on the shore. They saw a middle-aged monk busy treating the wounded, with no time to talk. That monk was the disciple of the pair of master and disciple whom they had met in Nanhezhou.
For the sake of this pair of master and disciple, Zhao Layue killed some Cultivation practitioners and became a wanted criminal by the Pure Heaven Bureau, which led to the subsequent events. Xiao He, Bulao Lin, Zou Fengchen, Wang Xiaoming … those stories were so exciting and impressive at the time, but they had been forgotten by the wind now. When they thought of them occasionally, they felt as if they had been in another lifetime.
Jing Jiu said, "Since we have our own Dao, I shouldn't have restrained you back then."
Shooting a glance at him, Zhao Layue asked, "Are you sure my Dao is fine?"
Jing Jiu said, "As we discussed back then, why are the Cultivation practitioners in the Heavenly Arrival State called important figures? It's because there are important figures between life and death. "
Zhao Layue pondered over it.
"The next step for the Cultivation practitioners in the Heavenly Arrival State is to ascend. If they can't take this step, they are no different from mortals, trapped between life and death."
Jing Jiu continued, "You chose to face death and live. Though it's dangerous, it'll be much faster than others."
"Wait until I enter the Heavenly Arrival State like Peng Lang," said Zhao Layue.
"It's not a difficult task," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue asked while staring into his eyes, "Are you leaving?"
"No hurry," said Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue pulled back her gaze and looked at the countless waves heading eastward in the Muddy River, saying, "Don't wait for me."
Jing Jiu's intention was clear. He wouldn't leave until she entered the Heavenly Arrival State.
She didn't want to bear this burden. It had nothing to do with the heavy pressure; she just didn't want him to be involved.
Jing Jiu didn't respond to her. He took her to Cloudy Town and ordered a hotpot in that restaurant.
The red soup and the white soup boiled one after the other, and all kinds of meat and vegetables were put into the pot in order. The fragrance came along with the fog and overflowed the window, mixing with the fog in the town.
The door of the private room was tightly shut, but the door of the restaurant was wide open. The owner of the restaurant of which generation was unknown was kneeling on the first floor with his whole family, including the manager and the waiters.
The residents and commoners of Cloudy Town were kneeling by the street.
The innumerable sword lights in the sky had revealed the identity of the man and the woman in the restaurant.
Zhao Layue didn't have a good appetite, probably because she didn't like eating under the watchful eyes of others. She put down her chopsticks after eating three plates of mutton.
The blood-red sword lights illuminated the fog flowing out of Aoyama, going against the current and disappearing among the peaks. She didn't pay any attention to the elders and disciples of Aoyama who had come to greet the Sect Master, making her displeasure clear.
There were no more acquaintances at the South-Pine Pavilion. Jing Jiu went straight to the small building and looked at the portraits of the ancestors, stopping in front of himself in the end.
Different from the portrait of the Xuan Tian Sect, the Immortal Jingyang in this portrait had a clear face, because someone had seen it before.
Zhao Layue glanced at him, turned around, and left the small building.
The sound of a silver bell rang in the quiet forest.
Fifty sword strings converged in the sunlight and formed a cloud, landing beside him.
A bare foot stretched out from the cloud, with a silver bell tied to the ankle, looking very fair.
Pah!!! Nan Wang walked out from the cloud and asked Jing Jiu, "What do you think of my painting?"
Looking at himself in the portrait in Silence, Jing Jiu said calmly, the nostalgia in his eyes fading away. "I look better now," he said.
Nan Wang snorted, and said, "We've been waiting for many days, but you haven't come back yet. When are you going to leave?"
All of Chaotian knew that Jing Jiu was going to ascend.
The problem was that nobody knew the exact date, so they had no choice but to come to the Aoyama Sect in advance and wait patiently.
As the date of ascension was uncertain, the whole world had no choice but to keep waiting, putting all other matters aside. Besides, nobody dared ask about it, except for Nan Wang.
Jing Jiu said after some thought, "Let's do it today then."
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Ascension is definitely going to happen, and it will probably take two or three chapters to finish the process. It will be a long time before the book is finished, and there are at least one million words left. I promised when I started the book that I would write the story after ascension in earnest, and that I would chat with everybody after ascension and tell them the general plot.
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