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Chapter 869: Enlightenment of New Magical Powers

The candle in the snow was quiet for a while and said:

"He is still useful and cannot die. We just need to seal his Dantian and bring him back. Also..."

After a pause, she lowered her eyes and said in a very soft voice:

"...Since he was righteous that day, I must also be righteous today. I will not kill him yet. Fifth Junior Sister, just do as you are told."

The girl in the green skirt raised her eyebrows. She understood the first part of the words, but didn't quite understand what the senior sister said next.

"it is good."

The girl in the green vine skirt put away the medicinal jade, carried her sword and went out, turning back to ask:
"Won't you come with me, Senior Sister?"

Xue Zhongzhu hesitated and shook his head:

"Just in case, I will stay here. I just activated the Yangxin Palace, which took too much energy. I will recuperate for a while before going to help Second Junior Sister."

The girl in the green vine skirt jumped onto the insect lady, looked at the Yangxin Palace, and asked with some concern:
"To activate the Yangxin Palace, the host needs to go through the torture of 'Yangxin' at the same time as the participants. It is better for Senior Sister to stay in there for a short time, as it is easy to nourish the inner demons and disturb the state of mind...

"Although we are at the level of a sixth-rank dream lady, and are naturally immune to this kind of illusion, and are more at home in it, the Yangxin Palace is extremely special. It is a place where you have to examine your conscience from the deepest part of your heart. The test is never about seeing through the illusion, but about examining your conscience over and over again. How difficult it is! If you hurt the enemy by a thousand, you will lose eight hundred of your own...

"By the way, what kind of questioning is Senior Sister going through in the palace? Is she suffering like this over and over again? Logically, Senior Sister's sword heart should be like glass, the purest, the best among us, but why does Senior Sister's face look a little wrong..."

Xue Zhongzhu was distracted at first, but when he heard this, his face immediately turned serious:

"You should leave immediately without further delay."

"Yes."

The girl in the green skirt said no more and put her doubts behind her.

The next moment, she stomped on the insect girl, and the latter jumped up from the ground.

Just when Xue Zhongzhu breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden tremor from the hall behind.

At the same time, there were bursts of strange bell sounds coming from the hall, with a long response:

"珰——珰——!"

The girl in the green vine skirt and the insect girl, who were about to leave, paused for a moment and lowered their heads in confusion.

Xue Zhongzhu's expression also changed, and he turned back suddenly:

"This bell sound... Oh no, what kind of magical power is this? He can actually drive away the white fog in the Yangxin Palace! To clear his mind and restore his sight?"

Xue Zhongzhu threw down a glance and rushed into the Yangxin Palace like a whirlwind of fire wheels.

"I will go to help Second Junior Sister suppress him! We cannot let this boy escape. I do not believe that two men with swordsmanship cannot suppress him alone... Fifth Junior Sister, go quickly!"

"Yes, senior sister!"

The girl in the green vine skirt and the bird quickly rushed away in the northeast direction.

At the same time, in the Yangxin Palace, which was presided over by Xue Zhongzhu and Yu Nianyuan, the sound of bells was incessant. No one knew where it came from, nor where it went. It seemed to dispel thousands of illusions and awaken thousands of dusty hearts...

……

Drops of cold rain fell from the cave above his head and hit Ouyang Rong's face.

He raised his palm and wiped his face vigorously.

The surroundings were incredibly real, constantly reminding him that this was real.

But his cold and sober rationality told him that this was a false illusion.

But the eyes seem to deceive the heart.

Ouyang Rong stood up, turned his back to the embroiderer, the old Taoist priest and the monk, grasped his body, and climbed up step by step.

do it again.

Even if he had to do it again a thousand times, he would crawl out of this cave.

Can't stop, can't stop.

Even after failing for the hundredth time and covering my ears for the hundredth time, that one "Ah" still made my heart tremble for a beat.

Ouyang Rong returned to his original place, fell in front of the lotus stone seat, and looked up at the sky again.

He let the rain fall on his face without wiping it off.

Didn't try again.

From behind came the sarcastic remarks of the old Taoist priest and the persuasive voice of the monk.

Ouyang Rong slowly turned around, ignored them, and stared straight at the figure of a girl curled up with her knees hugged behind the two of them.

The embroiderer didn't dare to look at him. She buried her little head between her knees and hid her hand with the broken little finger.

Why do people sometimes feel sad, hesitant and reluctant even though they know everything they see is fake?
Ouyang Rong was puzzled.

He leaned back and slowly fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at the hole above where cold rain was falling.

Ouyang Rong felt a little sad.

Yes, he will be sad too.

He was not as strong, confident, calm and rational as he appeared in front of his junior sister, Rong Zhen, and Li Xian's family.

Ouyang Rong sometimes feels sad.

It's just that he never wants to show it in front of the girls, his partners, and his subordinates like Yan Liulang, Shisan Niang, etc.

This was a habit he developed in Longcheng. All the way from Longcheng to Xunyang, he always walked in front.

Because Ouyang Rong knew that all mortals longed for a tenacious figure to lead the way and guide them. Even if they knew it was a game they were almost certain to lose, if there was someone who firmly said they could win and walked in front with unwavering determination, many people would still subconsciously follow him and blindly obey him once!
In this world, faith is more precious than gold.

So at that time he couldn't show sadness, couldn't reveal his vulnerability, he had to always walk in the front, to give confidence to his junior sister, Li Xian, Li Guoer, Li Dalang, Yan Liulang... to everyone!

But Ouyang Rong is not a cold-blooded god. He also has painful moments. The most recent one was on the pleasure boat at the head of Xunyang River.

That night, when he was drunkenly lying in the boat listening to the melancholy sound of the pipa girl, and when he wrote down the sword tactics with laughter and his shirt was wet with tears, it was the saddest moment. It was just that no one noticed at the time and thought he was just drunk.

Ouyang Rong didn't know why, but he felt sad.

It is the same at this moment, and I feel sad.

Sometimes, people are sad for no reason.

I still remember that when he left Xunyang and went to Donglin Temple to find Aqing's family, he chatted with Master Shandao for a while, and he was also feeling sad at that time.

However, Master Shandao seemed to have seen something and asked him to ring the bell every morning and evening, and to ring the bell 108 times every day, saying that it would dispel 108 worries...

Ouyang Rong did as he was told, and persisted even when he arrived at Taoyuan Town. During this period of self-disciplined bell-ringing, he really felt a lot more relaxed...

Later, with the help of Lu Jinghong and his mother, he entered Jianze. His mind was distracted by the assessment in Jianze, and the sadness he felt faded a lot. The 180-minute bell had not been rung for a long time...

It's like a stress-response habit is formed.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong, who was deeply trapped in the "heart-nourishing situation" of the Pure Land Palace, suddenly wanted to ring the bell again.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the cave entrance.

Ouyang Rong did not come here, but his heart came, and his heart was trapped here.

What is the mind? The mind is the reason.

The underground palace in his mind is difficult to climb up, and there is someone in the underground palace that he cannot give up.

But who can control what the mind thinks and what is in the heart?

There is no reason outside the mind, no objects outside the mind, no affairs outside the mind; the mind is reason.

Ouyang Rong called out to the cave entrance:
"Hanshi?"

The next moment, a sword came and hung upside down above the young man's head.

It is a sky-blue sword.

It trembled slightly, like shaking off snow, shaking off the white mist on its body, and at the same time revealing the sword body.

Not far away, the embroiderer, the old Taoist priest, the monk and others were like blind people, ignoring the sword that appeared out of thin air and seemed not to notice it.

The glazed sword body cast a sky-blue sword light, which fell on Ouyang Rong's face, which showed no surprise at all.

[Han Shi] appeared from nowhere.

Or rather, it has always been there, but is covered by the "white fog"...

Before that, his heart just didn't "see" it, but it had actually been protecting him all the time.

Ouyang Rong still lay on his back on the ground and slowly closed his eyes. The less he looked at it, the clearer he could see it.

At this moment, if viewed from a distance, the scene of the sword hanging in the underground palace vaguely resembles the scene when someone in the underground palace first realized the idea of ​​returning home and summoned [Craftsman] to kill Liu Zilin and his party.

The young man lying on the ground smiled, as if to emphasize two sentences:

"There is a bell in the temple. There is a bell in the temple. Go and ring the bell for me."

The next moment, the sky-blue sword shadow burst out with golden light and rushed out of the cave towards the sky.

It seemed to be rushing towards the Donglin Temple bell tower, which was unknown whether it existed or not.

The mind is the principle, if it says it is there, the clock is there.

"珰——!"

A loud and clear sound suddenly rang out, echoing not only throughout the underground palace and Donglin Temple, but also throughout the Yangxin Palace and the ears of the three female monarchs inside and outside the palace. The second female monarch who was presiding with her eyes closed suddenly changed color.

"簰——! 珰——! 珰——!"

All I could hear was the bells ringing one after another, tirelessly and regularly.

The sword is striking the bell!

At the same time, along with the sound of the bell, strange changes gradually occurred in the underground palace...

After hearing the familiar bell, Ouyang Rong slowly opened his eyes, slowly got up from the ground, and looked around.

The scene I saw this time was a little different from just now.

I saw that the four walls of the underground palace, the lotus pedestal, the monks and the old Taoist were all grayish-white, as if they were made of fog, and as gray and white as dead things.

Except for one bright color.

She is an embroiderer.

There was a light azure hue on her, like a touch of blue on a sunny summer day.

The sound of the bell seemed to have stirred up strange waves, the waves were golden, "washing" the underground palace again and again, separating the real and the unreal, and faintly revealing some kind of "flaw".

The scene where the golden bell sounded and revealed something was very similar to the scene in the Xunyang Grottoes where the old musician used the sound of the Emperor Wen's piano to make the hidden Qi-refining practitioners within a hundred miles appear.

It’s just that the range is not that large, and the sound of the piano has been replaced by the sound of bells.

This time, Ouyang Rong, who was awakened by the bell, no longer climbed up to the underground palace.

He let go of his obsession, turned around and walked towards the embroiderer.

The latter seemed to think he wanted a water bag.

"Ey."

The embroiderer handed over the sheepskin water bag.

But this time, Ouyang Rong did something that he had never done when they met in the underground palace.

He reached over the water bag, grabbed Xiu Niang's arm, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

In an instant, the entire underground palace stood still, like a statue.

The next moment, the Taoist priest, the monk, and the lotus seat collapsed and dissipated like sand castles, turning into mist.

The surroundings turned into the scene of white mist in the hall again.

The embroiderer in Ouyang Rong's arms was the last to disappear, turning into a sky-blue light spot and sinking into his forehead.

Ouyang Rong still maintained the hugging posture.

The bell sound disappeared temporarily, and the sky-blue sword shadow returned to his head.

The deadlock disappeared without a trace.

He returned to the original place again, in a hall shrouded in white mist.

The slender figure stood there for a while, looking quite lonely.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and rubbed his face hard.

He raised his head again, looking at the gradually fading golden light on the sword of [Han Shi] with a somewhat lonely look, and muttered in a dream:

"Mr. Yu, is this the magical power of Emperor Wen that you have realized? Break away from all illusions and view it this way...

"【Emperor Wen】has many magical powers. The first stage is the golden light protecting the body, which can turn reality into illusion. This is the middle stage, like a loud sound without sound, which can penetrate all illusions in the world and make hidden objects visible, including the light pillars of Qi Refiners... all of them have nowhere to hide.

“As for the highest-level magical power, you haven’t achieved it yet, old sir. If I guess correctly, it is the magical power that Cui Hao used when he controlled Emperor Wen… The words come true.

"But I don't blame you. This is something that only Confucianists can achieve. Scholars are the most suitable for Emperor Wen. You and I have only achieved the middle level, which is already very difficult..."

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses. This time, he said to [Han Shi] calmly and gently:

"Why stop? Haven't you eaten? Keep knocking."

The sky-blue sword shadow suddenly rose into the air and began to spin above his head. Golden halos burst out from the sword body, like the sound of a bell.

"簰——! 珰——!"

A bell continued to ring, and the surrounding white mist began to vibrate violently.

The entire hall began to tremble.

The white fog space seemed unstable and about to break apart at any time, and ripples began to appear in the air.

He looked into the distance, and saw through the dissipating white mist that there was a faint figure of a woman hanging in the air in the distance. At the same time, there seemed to be a tall woman with blonde hair hurrying over, as if to assist the latter... He didn't know if it was Miss Zhishuang.

Ouyang Rong ignored the movement of the diamond-shaped floor beneath his feet, and strode towards that direction with a sword in hand.

Along the way, white fog tried to approach him from time to time, illusions appeared one after another, and a series of conscience-searching situations enveloped him and placed him in them.

There are rescues of Di Gongzha, counterattacks against the bully Liu family, a battle of wits that narrowly defeats Qiu Shenji, a trap set by the Xingzi Lake Buddha to kill Lin Cheng from a distance, and a battle at Shuangfeng Peak that destroys the Donglin Buddha...

Every time these inquiry bureaus gathered in the white fog for a short while, the sound of the bell would shake out the sky-blue objects hidden within them. These were their key to solving the problem... Ouyang Rong strode towards them and reached out to touch them.

As a result, all the conscience-searching games that would have caused a cycle if one hesitated for a moment ended in failure.

"簰——簰——簰——!"

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of grand bells.

The white mist dissipated again and again! It was as if balls of light exploded in the hall, like footprints, extending all the way to the depths of the Yangxin Palace.

Ouyang Rong walked slowly but without stopping in the exploding ball of light, heading towards the depths of the hall.

A sky-blue light flashed between his eyebrows, like a guiding light in the vast white fog maze.

I want to see what kind of holy place this palace is and where Miss Zhishuang is hiding.

When the hundred and eight bells ring, you can leave freely.

(End of this chapter)