The Word of Heaven

Chapter 263: For Whom
The sound of the bell reaches across time, reaching everywhere and known to heaven and earth.

Above Xuandu.

The young Taoist priest who had swept the floor when Bai Nanming died no longer lowered his head, but looked up at the distant sky.

The weather here is very good today, unlike in the capital, with clear blue skies.

The sun is very warm.

The young Taoist suddenly remembered the senior who came to visit Tiandao Sect many days ago. Thinking about the request made by the other party, he sighed.

At that time, he agreed to nothing and always insisted on emphasizing the position he had taken after the defeat a hundred years ago.

——The Tiandao Sect has sealed off the mountain and people are not allowed to leave.

The affairs of this world have nothing to do with this.

Even if the world is up and down.

However, listening to the bell sound coming from afar, the young Taoist felt very regretful, knowing that this kind of persistence would soon become a thing of the past, and the Tiandao Sect would have to pay an unbearable and horrific price for it.

Then, his eyes revealed feelings of regret and sadness, because the bell sound was no longer melodious, but suddenly became heavy and hoarse.

He sighed helplessly, full of regret.

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A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and the fact that the Qin Dynasty and the Taoist sect had a decisive battle under Xuandu has long been known to people today.

In the eyes of later generations, the person who left the deepest impression on them in history books was not the White Emperor, nor Her Royal Highness the Princess and Master Daoxiu, nor even the Taoist Master who was known as the Demon Lord.

What makes people yearn for it is the morning and evening bells.

To be more precise, it was that sentence.

——When the bell sounded, the sky light tilted.

To this day, there are still countless practitioners who are fascinated by this sentence and cannot help themselves.

I don't know how many people have tried their best to imagine the fact described in history books, and they wish they could go back to that time in their dreams and witness it with their own eyes.

In the eyes of many people, that may be the end point of spiritual practice.

However, when the bell rang again and fell into the ears of those who had been haunted by it and tossed and turned, they still subconsciously believed that what was happening before their eyes was an illusion.

Until everything is real.

Wan Shouyi, who was standing on the long street, listened to the bell and looked at the world in front of him blankly, not knowing what to do.

The countless pavilions and towers that collapsed in the aftermath of the catastrophe seemed to be stepping into the invisible river of time, struggling forward, rowing against the current, until they returned to the past.

The broken bricks and stones follow the trajectory of their fall and return to form a wall that is no different from the past. It seems that one can still hear the happy laughter of children that were forgotten behind the wall.

The burning beams bid farewell to the flames silently and flew back into the pavilion, still serving as the pillars of the old days, quietly watching the adults gather together, worried about the future of the family.

The overturned red soup hotpot on the table in the restaurant quietly returned to its rightful place and began to boil again. Were the duck intestines that had not yet aged floating in the red peppers?
So the blood that covered the long street had a place to go. It trembled back into the broken limbs, and returned to the person's body along with the wailing sound. However...is this person alive now, or is he dead?
Before these images actually appeared, Wan Shouyi could never imagine that this could be true.

He recalled that several years ago the Wan family had tried to take the Morning and Evening Clock for themselves, and his mood suddenly became extremely complicated.

At this moment, countless spots of light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

That's not a calamity.

It is the snow that fell today.

Countless fallen snowflakes are flowing upstream and returning to the sky.

Under the golden sunlight, they look like millions of grains of light, extremely sacred.

It is a kind of great beauty that leaves the world speechless.

It was a quiet world that moved people deeply but made it impossible for them to laugh or sing.

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That deep alley.

The Taoist Zizai stood in blood and fire, feeling the pain that could not be erased.

But his expression did not look painful. Instead, his calmness revealed a kind of happiness that came from having achieved what he wanted.

He raised his regained hands, slowly and carefully wiped away the non-existent blood on his face, making the world before him clear.

He looked at the young man standing not far away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Until he recalled that he could do nothing in this world and could only give up with regret.

Finally, his lips trembled slightly and he uttered a word without making any sound.

"Is this the twilight clock?"

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The Queen lowered her eyes slightly.

At this moment, she naturally figured out a lot of things.

All the puzzles in the past have answers at this moment.

So she looked up at the sky.

But what's the point, she thought?

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Under the sky, in front of the Weiyang Palace.

Those who have gone the furthest on the path of spiritual practice in the world are already here.

Naturally, everyone present was the one who could perceive the bell sound that came from another world most clearly.

In this magnificent and silent world, they are the only ones qualified to speak out.

A sigh sounded.

From the mouth of Wang Ji.

"Can't you help yourself after all..."

He said with regret: "But what's the point of this?"

Dao Xiu said: "Choice itself is the greatest meaning, at least it can bring meaning to people."

The boss remained silent.

The White Emperor's expression was no longer confused, but inexplicably calm.

It was as if the fact behind the ringing of the bell was not a surprise to him and was not worth his surprise.

His gaze fell on Yu Sheng, sensing the vitality that was no longer lost, but there was no joy in his eyes, only sadness.

"Let's talk more, then."

Yu Sheng's voice was as gentle and cheerful as usual, without any sadness.

She looked at the Master and said, "I know you can convince yourself, but I still want to tell you that Yingxu died because of you. No matter how many reasons you have, this fact will not be changed."

The chief said: "I have a clear conscience when I work for the country."

Yu Sheng only said one sentence about this.

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason why you showed up when everything was almost settled was because you were watching him and wanted to see how he would make his own choice."

Everyone knows who the "he" in the words is.

Wang Ji's eyes changed slightly.

The boss was silent.

If he really didn't have any extraneous thoughts, why would he stand quietly for so long outside the surging river, with the corner of his eyes always lingering on the isolated cliff?

This is a fact that no one can be sure of, and all that is known is speculation, but this is enough.

Yu Sheng looked at him and said seriously, "Why do you have to make your life so hard?"

The Sizhu smiled, a smile full of emotion, and said, "It's true that life is not easy."

Yu Sheng said: "Then go die."

When she said this, her tone was still gentle, without any resentment in it.

It was as if everything that happened before was an illusion.

The boss said hello.

This time it was his oath.

Just like the oath to seal the mountain that the Tiandao Sect had to make after the Taoist sect was defeated in the battle before Xuandu more than a hundred years ago, it can never be forgotten even though the world has changed over time.

If you want to break your oath, the price you have to pay may be death.

After doing this, Yu Sheng looked at the White Emperor.

She wanted to say something, such as Gu Zhuo's existence, the arrival of the bell, and what happened on Baidi Mountain.

Her position has not changed and is the same as it was back then.

The difference is that her choices on certain issues have indeed changed.

Finally, silence.

The White Emperor shook his head.

Like his sister, this most noble man in the world also said nothing.

Many words don’t need to be spoken out loud; they are expressed in the eyes, in the heart, and in trust.

If not, how could the two of them have survived that chaotic era?
The bell sounds continued, becoming heavier and hoarser.

"And you made the right choice, because no one wants to hear the sound of this bell."

The White Emperor looked up into the sky and saw countless snowflakes bathed in golden light and about to return to the sky. The scene was sacred and solemn.

"Yes."

Dao Xiu looked at the scenery that the emperor saw and said with great sadness: "I just didn't expect that after a hundred years, I would be able to see this scene again when I am about to die."

There was silence in front of the Weiyang Palace.

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Everything in the world has its ups and downs.

The sun rose to the zenith, illuminating every corner of the world, and then set in the mountains.

Keep moving forward along the mountain path. When you reach the peak that is as high as the sea of ​​clouds, even if you feel reluctant to leave a thousand times, you still have to turn around and leave.

No matter how fiercely the flames burn, no matter how much they burn everything in the world, it is destined to go out.

That is the most fundamental law that this world follows.

It's water flowing downwards.

Winter goes and spring comes.

Everyone has to die.

Yes... time can't be reversed after all.

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The world in front of Wan Shouyi began to collapse.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth turned upside down.

The masts and oars that were built again were reduced to ashes in an instant, and the children's laughter was stained with wind and frost, carrying the taste of old memories.

The beams and pillars in the pavilion have shown countless signs of being hollowed out by insects, and the voices of those who worry about the continuation of the family bloodline can no longer be heard, as all that has long since disappeared in the silent wind.

The red soup in the pot had dried up at some point, leaving a few scallions lying limply at the bottom of the pot. Where did the duck intestines go?

Those who have come back to life are ecstatic, feeling the beauty of the sun and the world to the best of their ability, and then grow old in the blink of an eye in this endless joy.

The power of time is no longer illusory, but truly appears in the eyes of the world.

Since the Battle of Xuandu.

One hundred and forty-seven years have passed.

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The Taoist Master Zizai is dying.

He was still happy and was not filled with fear because of the arrival of time.

In this intoxicating beauty, he slowly bent his waist and let his knees touch the ground.

This is a great gift.

Taoist Zizai bowed to Gu Zhuo and used up his last bit of strength to say seriously, "Greetings, Taoist Master."

Gu Zhuo remained silent.

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Lin Wanyi opened her eyes.

As the two words that Taoist Zizai said before his death came, her eyes revealed emotions that could not be described in words.

In a very short time, she recalled many scenes from the past.

That was every moment the two had ever experienced.

She thought about what she had said under the eaves and the rain that had fallen.

She thought about their reunion in Cihang Temple, which was no longer as familiar as before.

She thought about the letter her mother had given her and the truth contained in the letter.

All the drifting apart has its reasons.

But at that time, she still didn't know the truth and thought it was the strangeness brought about by distance.

It turns out to be the years.

Chu Jun didn't react at all.

The trip to the wilderness had made her guess this fact.

But she didn't expect that Gu Zhuo was really the Taoist master.

Thinking of the battle he had had with the leader of Taoism in Cangshan, Chu Jun found it hard not to feel happy, but then he felt lost again.

Why do the bells ring?

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The sound of the bell lingers between heaven and earth.

Countless dead people opened their eyes and watched the building collapse, grew old under the power of time, and died again.

Thousands of snowflakes rising to the sky suddenly ignited, blooming with boundless light, making the world brighter than daytime.

The Queen Mother looked at this scene, and saw countless palaces in the divine capital weathering and turning to dust, as if they had been decaying for tens of thousands of years.

She thought about the brief record of the morning and evening bells in the history books, and finally understood what the word "skylight" was describing.

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In front of Weiyang Palace.

Yu Sheng listened to the echoing bell sounds with his hands behind his back.

The green skirt fluttered in the wind, becoming the most eye-catching color in the white light in the sky.

She didn't seem to think the hoarse bell sound was unpleasant at all. She raised her head slightly, feeling a little intoxicated.

Her vitality had all returned, and the injuries from the Si Lord's punch were gradually dissipating, returning to the moment that had never happened.

She knew that she shouldn't be angry at this time, but should be happy.

The bell was telling of a fact that should make her truly happy.

But...she was still very angry.

Of course it was because of breaking the promise and not doing what was promised.

It belongs to Gu Zhuo, and also to her.

She had thought that after today, all the past events would become the past, and she would no longer have to be Bai Nanming.

She can leave the capital without any burden and stand by his side from now on. It will be a happy thing no matter where she wanders, right?
How could she not know that this idea was childish, but she and he... were qualified to be childish, right?
She didn't want what happened a hundred years ago to happen again.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

Yu Sheng put away his thoughts.

"After I die..."

“What will happen?” she asked.

The White Emperor remained silent.

That in itself is an answer.

Wang Ji shook his head and said, "Why bother with such meaningless fantasies? This is not a question you should ask."

Yu Sheng thought about it and said, "It seems so."

In the future, the world can have morning and evening clocks.

But there should not be a Taoist master.

When the bell rang, he had become the enemy of the whole world.

Yu Sheng once again confirmed that his anger was justified.

This was the future she least wanted to see.

"The bells have no meaning, because the morning and evening bells ..."

Dao Xiu looked at Yu Sheng with pity, or maybe he was looking at the person who made the bell ring, and said, "It's the death knell."

Since it is a death knell, there can only be one ending.

"We will all die here, and the first to die will be Bai Nanming."

Dao Xiu was very emotional, his eyes fell on the White Emperor, and said: "And you will also follow in our footsteps, no more than a few years, or ten years, no longer than fifty years..."

The voice stopped abruptly at this moment.

Suddenly the wind blew.

The man came with the wind.

There are two more sentences that come with this.

"you are wrong."

“That’s not what the bells are about.”

Gu Zhuo walked out from the main gate of the imperial city, covered in dust, and unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)