forget the river mirror

Chapter 45 Harvest

Mirror Profound Realm.

A few hours ago, the moment Lin Chuan opened the bronze door in the altar, the peak of Xuantian Peak suddenly became lively.

Xuantian Peak standing at the junction of Youzhou and Zhongzhou is the highest mountain in Kyushu. The [-]-mile-high peak is a natural forbidden zone for life. Even monks in the Qi Sea Realm cannot survive here for a long time.

But at this time, the Xuantian Peak was full of excitement. The formation masters of the three sects and the royal family all used their life's knowledge to strengthen the formation in front of them.

Buddha's light, Taoism, ink calligraphy, royal aura, four completely different auras mixed together, gathered into a pillar of light that soared into the sky, trapping the sky mirror in the sky.

The army on the mountainside has also entered a state of preparation, ready to charge the top of the mountain at any time.

Thousands of miles away from the top of Xuantian Peak, the void around the sky mirror is like surging ocean waves, undulatingly impacting the beam of light of the formation.

The irregular edge of the sky mirror is as gorgeous as the aurora, but the flickering light can't be broken through no matter what, the sticky black flame around it.

Wu Tian, ​​who is dressed in white and has white hair, sits quietly in front of the sky mirror. Although his figure is small, he is unshakable.

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Beginningless Secret Realm.

The full moon was in the sky, and the night fell on the banks of the Jueling River again.

After Lin Chuan separated four groups of Tai Chi cyclones from the spiritual energy lake, he sent them into the imprint and returned them to Xiao Zuo.

As the aura circulated in his body, his completely exhausted body gradually regained consciousness.

Lin Chuan worked hard for a long time, and finally opened his eyes, but before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, he felt pain from all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and sat up.

The brothers and sisters formed a circle and were recovering from meditation. Lin Chuan and Zhang Fengnian were surrounded by them. Only Xing Hai, who had recovered his fat monk figure, was standing outside the circle with his back facing them.

Zhang Fengnian hasn't woken up yet, but looking at his frowning, he must have suffered a lot, but Lin Chuan looked around, but didn't see Qin Ziyin's figure.

"Senior Brother Xing?"

Lin Chuan greeted him, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that his voice was very hoarse.

Xing Hai, who rushed over after hearing the sound, quickly handed over the pill and water bag:

"Eat this panacea first."

Lin Chuan was not polite either. He took the elixir and drank half a bag of water before asking, "Is everyone okay?"

Xing Hai patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder, and said easily:
"Zhang Fengnian was the most injured, his hands and feet were all broken. Fortunately, Su Xiaoxiao was here, and he was given emergency treatment. Their old Zhang's family is not short of elixir, and they recovered after two months after returning home. People like us If the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, it’s not a big problem.”

Looking at the pale faces of the senior brothers and sisters, Lin Chuan knew that Xing Hai just didn't want to worry himself, but he didn't expose it face to face. After leaving the secret realm, he just asked Master Yi Nian to order more healing pills. There is no need to let them down kindness.

So Lin Chuan just smiled and asked about Qin Ziyin's whereabouts:

"What about the twelve princes? He ran away?"

Xing Hai waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Who knows, he said he found the wolf den of the Xiaoyue clan and scouted the way for us. Even if he ran away, it wouldn't be surprising. Don’t even dare to talk nonsense.”

"Brother, please also adjust your breath, I'll watch the wind for you."

"It's okay. I practice the Vajra sect. I have a strong recovery ability. The trauma has healed long ago, and the rest are internal injuries. It takes a long time to recuperate, and it's not bad for two days."

Lin Chuan wanted Xing Hai to take a break, but he refused. Instead, he pulled Lin Chuan to his feet and began to count the spoils.

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When Lin Chuan was in a coma, the battlefield had been cleaned up. Except for Yuanzhen who was crushed by Xinghe, the remaining three Buddhist disciples who "acted separately" were all buried on the spot by Qin Ziyin.

A simple wooden board with only the words "Rebirth in Bliss" written on it has become the tombstone of Buddhist disciples.

The twelfth prince of the chicken thief also walked away with Yuan Luo and Yuan Zhen's storage beads, saying that he was tainted with the karma line of Buddhism, and he would not be able to get any favors if he went out, so he charged some interest first.

So only Yuanzhen's Zen stick, and Yuan Cong and Yuan Hui's storage prayer beads were left.

No one thought that this trip to the secret realm would wipe out all five Buddhist disciples.

The most miserable Yuanjue was directly buried in the belly of the demon spider, not even a relic was left behind, only two Buddhist causal lines were left on Lin Chuan and Qin Ziyin.

"It is said that Buddhism will lead to karma, and this is all retribution. Those who abandon people will always abandon them. These bald donkeys are used to living in the Western Regions. They dare to talk about anything they like. I had a destiny, but I ended up dying, and I deserve it."

Xing Hai looked at the row of simple tombstones carved out of wood, with some indescribable meaning in his eyes.

The Promise Sect also has the same inheritance as Buddhism. They also practice Zen principles, and they all have the Buddha's light, but the way they do things is very different.

It's just that when Lin Chuan heard the word "bald donkey" from the mouth of the fat monk Xing Hai, Lin Chuan still felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Seeing Lin Chuan's embarrassing look, Xing Hai rubbed his bald head freely and laughed:
"Hahaha, I don't mind myself, whether I practice Buddhism or Taoism, it's actually my own will to cultivate.

Those of us demon warriors actually don't have any ambitions. To put it bluntly, we are all miserable people who have been ruined by the demons. We only have one wish in this life, that is to wipe out the demon land, so we don't care about these small things at all. "

"Senior brother is free and easy."

Lin Chuan put his right fist on his heart very seriously, and gave a standard magic army salute to Xing Hai.

"Okay, okay, you are Wu Shuai's closed disciple, that is our little junior brother of the Demon Army, you can practice with peace of mind, as long as the senior brothers and sisters can still breathe, you won't let those demon cubs rush through the cracking canyon .”

Xing Hai smiled and patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder, and led him to the back of the tombstone.

In addition to the relics of the Buddhist disciples, the two princes' rings were also placed behind the relics, but the tombstones of the two princes were not seen.

"Qin Ziyin didn't touch their vows, but gathered their bodies, saying that he would take them back to the royal cemetery for burial."

Seeing Lin Chuan's doubts, Xing Hai explained with a smile, then pointed to the pile of spoils, and said undeniably:

"These are all yours. Don't rush to refuse. This is the tradition of our Demon Army. You can choose some unnecessary ones and share them with us, but you must control the distribution of the spoils."

Lin Chuan pondered for two seconds before saying with a wry smile:

"This magic treasure is forbidden, and I can't open it..."

Xing Hai smiled and took out a stack of broken ring symbols from his arms and handed it to Lin Chuan, and said with admiration:

"This is what Wu Shuai left for you. There are only wrong names in this world, but there are no wrong nicknames. Everything is worthy of the name."

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(End of this chapter)