Xuanxia

Chapter 519: Secret of the Spiritual Mirror
Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan were both startled when they heard Lin Wangshu's voice.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly walking towards them from the white mist in front of them. It was Lin Wangshu.

No one knows when and how he came to this deep pit.

But his expression was clearly a little bleak and tired.

"You two, I heard everything you just said."

Lin Wangshu said softly, "If picking this Nine-section Bell Grass is safe, can save the lives of the disciples of Wandu Mountain, and can resist the evil spirits in southern Xinjiang, I will have no objection. You can take it anytime."

"but……"

He sighed slightly: "If it is taken off, this huge volcano will probably erupt in the blink of an eye."

"Volcano?" Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan looked at each other with slightly strange expressions.

"good."

Lin Wangshu came up to the two men with his hands behind his back and asked, "Have you ever smelled the pungent odor in this deep pit?"

Hua Wuying's expression changed: "Sulfur?"

Before this, they went down into a deep pit, and as they went deeper and deeper, they could clearly smell a smell like rotten eggs. When he heard this, he reacted.

"good."

Lin Wangshu said quietly: "This place is originally a huge volcano, and where we are standing right now is in the deep pit of the crater."

"It erupted once many years ago. That time... the boiling magma that gushed out destroyed countless lives. The black ash that covered the sky and the ground covered an area of ​​100 miles in radius and lasted for several years without dissipating. Countless people died because of it."

"When the magma met water, it turned into rock, which gradually accumulated into stone mountains in the Mirror Lake, and then we have the Black Mountain Islands that you see today."

"And the one who put an end to all this is the immortal who planted this immortal herb."

He crouched down, and gently stroked the Nine-section Bell Grass with his fingertips: "According to the records of my Lingjing Sect, the immortal was a powerful person who passed by in ancient times. He probably felt sorry for the volcano, so he used this immortal grass to suppress it. It was only later that the ancestors of the Lin family discovered that the spiritual energy here was rich, so they stayed there and discovered that the source of the spiritual energy was this immortal grass."

"At first, our Lin family ancestor wanted to take this bell grass to refine the magic pill, but the moment the bell grass was taken, the volcano became restless and the earth shook. The ancestor was frightened and replanted the magic grass."

"After that, the ancestor visited the surrounding area and learned about the horrific scene during the previous volcanic eruption. He realized that he almost caused a disaster. In addition, the Black Mountain Islands are extremely rich in spiritual energy, so he decided to stay here to establish a sect. On the one hand, he could use the spiritual energy to practice, and on the other hand, he could guard the volcano to prevent it from causing destruction to the lives of people again."

"It's probably because of this magical herb that all the plants growing on the Black Mountain Islands are black..."

Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan listened with heavy expressions on their faces.

"Then why do you use corpses to feed the immortal grass?"

Hua Xiaolan asked in a low voice: "How is this behavior different from that of evil spirits?"

"Miss Xiaolan, you are right."

Lin Wangshu sighed: "Such behavior is indeed no different from that of evil spirits..."

He stood up and shook his head, "But no matter how powerful this Nine-section Bell Grass is, it is just a grass after all. It brings spiritual emptiness to the entire archipelago, feeds countless lives, and needs to suppress volcanoes. Where does its power come from?"

"Remember what I said just now? Our ancestors once took it down, and the volcano almost reignited that time, so our ancestors planted it again - but this action also caused the volcano to be restless during those days."

"Moreover, after each disturbance, the Nine-section Bell Grass would become listless, and the spiritual power of the entire archipelago would become even weaker." "At that time, our ancestors had a guess... If we didn't do anything, perhaps it wouldn't be long before the Nine-section Bell Grass would completely wither and the volcano would erupt again."

"He tried many things, including fertile soil, miraculous elixirs, and even rare minerals and magical weapons, but none of them worked on the magical grass."

"Until one day, the ancestor sprinkled a handful of chicken blood next to the magic grass, and the magic grass suddenly regained some of its brilliance."

"The ancestor was overjoyed, so he slaughtered many cattle, sheep, chickens, and ducks, and fed them with the blood and flesh of the livestock. The immortal grass really regained its vitality, and the frequency of the volcanic agitation was much lower than before, but..."

Lin Wangshu sighed helplessly: "This is still not a long-term solution."

In the complex looks of Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan, he slowly said: "It is probably because after the volcanic eruption, the water source, soil, and even the surrounding air here were polluted, making it extremely difficult for creatures to survive here. Therefore, the growth of those plants and creatures is also greatly consuming the life of the fairy grass."

“It doesn’t choose whether to feed other things or not. It just keeps emitting spiritual energy… As more and more plants grow on the Black Mountain Islands, and as our Lin family’s ancestors founded a sect here, the immortal grass began to wither once again.”

The rest of the story is very simple.

The Lin family tried many ways to restore the vitality of the magic grass. They slaughtered more livestock and offered more flesh and blood, but the magic grass seemed to be tired of eating it. The effect was minimal and became less and less effective.

The turning point of all this came from the ancestor's last words.

He spent most of his life trying to solve the troubles caused by the magic grass, but never got a good result. Therefore, he concluded that sooner or later the magic grass would completely die and the volcano would eventually erupt.

Therefore, before he died, he left a will for his descendants, stating that if one day he saw the immortal grass about to wither, he must move the Lingjing Gate away and inform the people within a hundred miles around in advance so that they could flee and survive.

And his last wish was to be buried next to the magical grass...

"My ancestor left a will, saying that he had taken care of the Nine-section Bell Grass for decades and wanted to be buried here after his death. Perhaps this magical grass is also spiritual and will live a little longer for his sake."

Lin Wangshu, who usually didn't express much emotion, showed a bitter smile: "I never thought that this magical herb... really gave face to our ancestors."

The first body of the Lin family ancestor that was buried in the magical grass was the turning point of everything.

The moment it saw the corpse, the magic grass grew countless roots, wrapped it up, and then sucked it into a dried corpse.

And the fairy grass that had originally withered became full of life again in an instant!

"That's what happened next."

Lin Wangshu sighed, "At that time, Lingjing Sect accepted many disciples. Although the sect was not large, there were still several hundred people. Once someone died of illness, battle, or other reasons, they would be buried in this deep pit to provide nutrients for the immortal grass."

"And then there were also some of their descendants who were unable to practice... The Lin family persuaded them and promised them a life of peace and prosperity, with no worries about food and clothing, but once they died, they would be buried in this deep pit."

"As this magical grass absorbed more and more corpses, it gradually grew a hand... I wonder if it will give birth to a human form after hundreds or thousands of years?"

Hua Wuying listened and also sighed deeply.

Hua Xiaolan was silent for a while, then asked grimly, "If that's the case, why do you want to trap outsiders here?"

"Ha ha……"

Lin Wangshu smiled helplessly: "Because, before long, Lingjing Sect may disappear... I just want to keep more people here, let them settle down and form a family, and let them develop the habit of being buried in this crater after death, so as to prevent the volcano from erupting again."

Upon hearing this, Hua Wuying and Hua Xiaolan were both shocked: "Lingjing Sect is going to disappear?!"

(End of this chapter)