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Chapter 122

Back in the Qiongju enclave, Jing Yingrong went straight into her cave.

She gently closed her eyes, and when she opened them, the pupils had turned into clear silver.

Bizarre colors flowed in the pupils.Mountains, rivers, deep valleys, oceans, forests, deserts... the endless scenery changes in an instant.Then, there were traces of people, towns, sects, roads... Various scenes of human life flashed by.

Her eyes reflect the world.

Guided by Wang Zhengde's aura, the flow of colorful lights and shadows in the pearl pupils gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in a city.The picture zooms in and zooms in, revealing a building in the city with cornices and brackets.

The building continued to zoom in and was fixed in the gaps in the panes on the third floor. In the gaps, there was a scene where Wang Zhengde was talking to a man in a long gown.

Jing Yingrong closed her eyes again, then opened them again, and her pupils returned to jet black.

She whispered in the sea of ​​consciousness: "I found it."

After all, with a movement of her figure, she appeared outside that building in that city.

Ji Yanzhu read the words on the plaque on the building door: "Thousands of eyes and ears? What is it for?"

Jijie Pen: "It's like a place like Know-it-all that helps people find people, find things, and find out news."

Jing Yingrong explored her spiritual consciousness to the third floor.

Wang Zhengde bowed his body and looked sad, as if he had aged many years.

"Fellow Daoist Xing, if you have any news, even if you are not sure whether it is true or not, please let me know."

he pleaded to the man in the gown.

The other side looked embarrassed, and said: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wang, we will definitely let you know if there is any news, and you don't have to come here all the time. But, after all, it's been so long, I'm afraid... well, you have to be mentally prepared." Prepare."

Wang Zhengde lowered his head, his voice was astringent, and he said repeatedly: "I know, I know..."

On the table behind the two of them, there are several portraits. The content of the portraits is a child, either from the front or from the side, with different movements and demeanors, but judging from the appearance, it is obvious that they are the same person.

Jing Yingrong "rubbed" the portrait with spiritual consciousness, and it appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jijie Pen: "It should be that child."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Jisha Sword: "Give him the corpse, and this matter will be over."

Jing Yingrong did not respond.

Extreme Fiend Sword: "What's wrong?"

Jing Yingrong: "Should I tell him?"

Extreme Fiend Sword: "Shouldn't it be?"

Jijie Pen: "You are hesitating because you don't know if it's better to let him know the truth, or to hold a glimmer of hope forever, right?"

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

The three spirits fell silent.

After a long time, Ji Yanzhu said: "Mirror, you never had such doubts before."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Jishajian: "Then what do you think?"

Jing Yingrong pondered and didn't answer.

Jijie Pen: "It's okay, no matter what you do, you are not wrong."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

She finished her thinking and said, "I decided to tell him, but I have to do one thing first."

……

Not long after Wang Zhengde returned to his residence, he received a spiritual message from the man in long gown.

He and his Taoist companion hurried to the Pavilion of Thousand Eyes and Thousand Ears, and the man in long coat sighed heavily when he saw them.

"You two, we found Lingzi."

The two of them were overjoyed at first, but the look and tone of the man in long coat made them uneasy.

Wang Zhengde clenched his cuffs and asked anxiously, "Where is he?"

The long-clothed man glanced at them, stepped back, and let out the big box behind him.

"Someone knocked on the door just now. After I opened the door, I saw that the person was not there, and the owner of the pavilion did not find the other party. The word 'Puppet God' was written on this box. Please grief."

Hearing what the man in the gown said, the two of them lost all blood on their faces.Wang Zhengde went to remove the lid of the box, but because his hands were trembling too violently, he took it off several times before removing it.

In the box, the child was lying quietly on his side, wearing brand new clothes, shoes and socks, his face was clean and rosy, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

Just, no more breathing.

There were mournful and painful cries in the room.

Outside the building, Jing Yingrong stood in an unoccupied corner, and she didn't leave until she heard crying.

When she came back, she walked to the edge of the bay and sat down.

It was daytime, the sky was cloudy and there was no sun.

There was a little emptiness between Jing Yingrong's brows.

Mischievously, the sea crab climbed up, glared at her with small eyes, and then crawled back.

Jing Yingrong withdrew her gaze and looked forward, as if staring at the boundary line between the sea and the sky, but her sight has no focus.

Jishajian: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​cleaning up, repairing, and grooming the corpse before sending it over?"

Jing Yingrong: "I've seen it before."

Jisha Sword: "Have you ever seen someone do such a thing?"

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Jijie Pen: "I've heard that there are people who specialize in it as a profession among mortals."

Extreme Flame Bead: "But what's the point? If you die, you're dead. It doesn't make any difference, right?"

Jing Yingrong: "They said that if they do this, the relatives of the deceased will not be too sad."

She frowned, and her voice was low: "But, he is still very sad."

Jijie Pen: "Maybe if you don't do this, he will be more sad."

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

Bass mist.

The sea crab climbed up again.

It held a smooth and colorful stone in one of its tongs, and then put the small stone at Jing Yingrong's feet.

Jing Yingrong looked at it, and it also stared at Jing Yingrong.

Seeing that Jing Yingrong didn't move, it pushed the small stone towards Jing Yingrong again, and then touched her toes with its pliers.

Jing Yingrong stretched out her hand to pick up the small stone, and stared at the front for a moment.

Jisha Sword: "What is this? I don't feel aura."

Jing Yingrong: "Stone."

Extreme Fiend Sword: "..."

Jing Yingrong put away the little stone and smiled slightly at it.

"Thank you."

The sea crab waved its big pincers twice at her and went back into the bay.

The clouds receded, and a ray of sunshine shone on the sea.

It cleared up.

……

In the forbidden area of ​​the Rotten Swamp, in an underground cavity near the Dead Sea.

There is nothing here except cocoons and bare rock walls.

A group of elders who carried out the task of exterminating the Puppet God Sect are gathered here at the moment, and at the very front stands the head of Taichu Guan.

"The Bahuang plate shows that the aura of the puppet ancestor will be completely cut off here. I searched around several times, but found nothing."

The head elder said to the head.

The headmaster glanced slowly over the rock wall, and asked calmly, "Is this the situation here when you came?"

"Exactly, I didn't do anything other than check those cocoons."

The headman squinted his eyes and said: "This place has been burned by fire, and it is very likely that it was just before you arrived."

"what?"

The elder was very surprised, "Why didn't we find out at all?"

The head: "It's a top-level flame, even if you have a Mahayana cultivation base, it's hard to detect the clues."

(End of this chapter)