"Mr. Ning..."

"Do you believe there is pure light in this world?"

Thunder.

Thunder.

Thunder.

The sound of climbing the stairs.

Walking alone on the mountain steps, looking at the hall on the top of the mountain where light was oozing, the old man's voice sounded in Ning Yi's ears.

The young man in the black robe holding the handle of the thin snow umbrella paused slightly after hearing the sound and quickly returned to normal.

Continue to climb the mountain.

Ning Yi doesn't believe it.

He did not believe that there was pure light in this world.

There will be light and darkness.

Until he stepped into the Great Hall of Lingshan, and walked through the eyes of the Buddha statue in the hall with the wind of the hall, reached the end, and then opened the ordinary curtain of the curtain.

He saw it.

Light.

Pure light.

The old man sitting on the ground, facing his back to himself, his robe was blown by the breeze, and there was no trace of reflected shadow... Because there was only light, the world behind the curtain seemed unreal.

The old man was holding a pampered note in his hand.

Opposite him is an ancient stone tablet.

...

...

"master."

Ning Yi stepped into the Hall of Light, bowed, looked around, and saw a shaking white spot.

There is nothing.

Empty.

Only light.

"Please sit down with a little sir..." The old man with his back facing Ning Yi raised his palm, arched his back slightly, and called Ning Yi to sit down beside him, with a cushion empty beside him.

Ning Yi took a light breath.

He came to the old man, sat side by side, and his eyes fell on the stone tablet.

A stele without words.

There are many stone tablets in Changling, all without words... But Ning Yi can understand those stone tablets. The sword cultivators, formation masters, and geniuses of the Great Sui Dynasty, and the "artistic conception" that they have been proud of after their hard work. As long as they understand them carefully, they can feel the "intention" in the stone tablet.

But this stone tablet is different.

When Ning Yi looked at it, a feeling arises in his heart.

It is empty.

It's like turning a book... Some books are obscure, but the books in front of you have nothing.

It's like the scene in this hall, with nothing but light.

But this stone tablet is very similar to that of Changling.

Ning Yi felt the familiar "death aura".

His expression became solemn.

"Before retreating, Master once asked me what I yearn for the most."

The old man looked at Ning Yi with a smile. He looked at this young face and inevitably thought of the scene of his youth in his heart.

Thoughts float.

Master Shao Yun slightly shifted his shoulders and moved away from Ning Yi, so as not to get the "death aura" on his body to get infected with this just blooming flower.

Ning Yi keenly captured the old man's movements. He smiled helplessly and said softly: "Master, don't care about 'dead spirit'..."

"I'm... I've already died once."

The old man asked softly: "Didn't the three years that disappeared in Changling... that was the 'dead'?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

He nodded and said no.

“How does death taste?”

The breeze flipped the pages of the book, and the old man's voice was a little hoarse, and he asked with a smile.

"Will it hurt?"

Does the taste of death hurt?

Ning Yi silently recalled the scene after stepping into the imperial tomb—

Burn everything in the tide.

The temperature drops to the extreme.

Turns into ice chips.

Watching yourself as you turn into nothingness.

"It won't hurt."

Ning Yi raised one palm and looked at his skin, flesh and texture seriously, feeling this new life.

"When you die..."

"It's like attending your funeral as a stranger. Watching the 'this person' leave, my heart seems to have lost something, and my consciousness will also disappear...but it won't hurt."

The old man's expression fell into a trance.

"I don't understand very much...but I think I will understand soon."

Ning Yi's expression stagnated, and then looked at Master Shao Yun in disbelief. This kind-faced old man looked extremely prosperous, and there was no sign of withering or exhaustion... He never thought that when he met for the first time, Master Shao Yun would ask himself these questions.

In the three years after Changling left, no one knew what had happened.

Even if Ning Yi told the world that in those three years... he was actually dead.

No one would believe it.

The dead cannot be resurrected.

But Master Shao Yun took the initiative to lead the "problem" to Changling. Judging from the information ability of Lingshan Buddhism, they should have mastered a very important part of the "Fire Tide"... Is it the induction of the information that can give this bold guess?

Did you die in Changling?

Ning Yi shook his head and threw away all the messy thoughts.

He looked at Shao Yun and said sincerely: "The master can live a long time."

"Is it because it looks healthy? It seems that I can live for a long time... Many people in Lingshan think so." The old man smiled slightly and said, "They don't know that some people died, but in fact they live in a different way, such as Pei Min, and Xu Zang. Some people seem to be alive, but in essence they are no different from dead, such as Zhu Mi of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, and... me."

Zhu Mi of Little Wuliang Mountain.

A genius who was not born eight hundred years ago chose to cut off the path of cultivation in order to protect the holy mountain and locked himself in a sarcophagus. He was similar to the Emperor Chao of Yingtian Mansion of Tiandu, the Holy Music King, a promising Nirvana genius, who felt that he had no hope of realizing the Tao, so he simply stopped and drew the ground into a prison... Such a choice cannot be said to be wrong. Instead of turning it into a piece of loess, it is better to protect the holy mountain behind him to prosper forever.

This is the difference in the heart of Tao.

From this perspective, there is no difference between Master Shao Yun and Zhu Mi...

In order to protect Lingshan, I locked myself in the Hall of Light. Because of the extremely powerful "rules" here, there is only light and no darkness in this hall. It is precisely because of the same rules that Shao Yun looks full of vitality.

And all this comes at a price.

Master Shao Yun sacrificed himself.

He paused and continued, "Many people don't know this... They think I live a good life and will continue to live like this. But I don't know that I don't have much time."

"It's not just the people living in this high wall, the believers of Lingshan, and the ascetics of the two sects..."

"They hope that Lingshan is purer."

The old man looked at Ning Yi and said seriously: "So they want to drive away the unclean things in their eyes."

"A stranger, an outsider, a practitioner who desecrates the Pure Land."

Ning Yi took the old man's words, sat on the cushion, and calmly said the name Shao Yun wanted to say.

"Song Que."

The old man's expression became a little relieved, and he sighed, "Mr. I am really a very smart person. I used to be Song Que, but later I was you. The gateways in Lingshan are very deep... Almost no one wants to believe that people from a foreign land will sacrifice their lives for Buddhism."
To be continued...