Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

For ordinary people, more than twenty years is nearly half a lifetime. It is enough to make a child with a yellow mouth grow into an adult, and it is enough to make a person grow old in his prime.

But for Xiandu, it was just a blink of an eye.

During those twenty years, all the immortals performed their duties as usual——

Wu Xingxue still often took Tianzhao to cut off those messy lines, but after finishing the work, he never set foot in Luohuashan City again for a long time.

It was like a kind of darkness. He obviously couldn't remember what he saw that night, nor the anger at that time, but he seemed to avoid that place subconsciously.

And every time he finished cutting off the chaos and wanted to go in the direction of Luohuatai, something of one kind or another would come in, so that he would often change his mind in the middle, and either go straight back to the Immortal Capital or go elsewhere.

But coincidentally, perhaps because of the spirit of an old friend, when they passed by, those places were generally considered peaceful, with only a few pickled evil creatures scattered around, and they had already been dealt with by the immortal sects of the world without them even taking action.

Xiao Fuxuan said that those years were rare peaceful years in the world.

It always seems to be like this in the world.

The two little boys followed him to many places, and he and Xiao Fuxuan often changed their appearance and traveled together when they had nothing to do.

They have been to many places, many... the places that the immortal friends used to be in charge of in the old days, such as the Great Bei Valley, Fumovable Mountain, Snow Pond, Jingguan, etc.

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That's not a bad thing, those places are either desolate or gloomy. They all had times when they were restless, and they all had very troublesome demons that caused a lot of troubles.

It was clear that Xiao Fuxuan often received orders from heaven, and those extremely troublesome demons were either beheaded or reduced to punishment by him, and entered the Canglang Northern Territory. As for those things that are not so tricky, all immortals in the human world are capable of cooking them, it just takes some energy and time.

It stands to reason that if things continue like this, sooner or later, the world will be able to live a pure and peaceful life, without fear of evil beings wreaking havoc.

Once, when Wu Xingxue passed the abandoned city of the former imperial capital and walked on the remaining broad horse road, he asked Xiao Fuxuan, Have you ever had a dream before you were called?

The peaceful scene in the early years when Luohuashan City first appeared is no longer there. After that, the evil chaos has become worse every year. Every ten years or decades, there will always be some big trouble, causing the world to be in chaos.

There are many large and small immortal sects, more and more statues of gods are worshiped by the common people, and the incense of most gods in the immortal capital is becoming more and more prosperous.

With so many immortal arts, the world should be a prosperous scene. But on the contrary, the people's lives were not stable.

Wu Xingxue said strangely: Ordinary people always have some dreams, right? Have you dreamed them and then forgotten them?

Xiao Fuxuan said: Maybe.

He turned to look at Wu Xingxue and said, Why do you ask this suddenly?

Xiao Fuxuan said: No.

Wu Xingxue was doubtful: Not even once?

Xiao Fuxuan said: Yeah.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyebrows.

After Wu Xingxue finished speaking, she turned to him and asked, What do you think after hearing this?

Xiao Fuxuan thought for a moment and said, Actually, it's not bad.

Wu Xingxue said Oh and said: When you entered Chengguan this morning and went to explore the mountains, I heard someone chatting in the tea shop next to the horse road, saying that he had a sweet dream. Dreaming that all the evil spirits in the world were here. It has been cleaned up, nothing is left, and it will never appear out of thin air again.”

Xiao Fuxuan listened for a moment and said quietly: Then the Immortal Capital no longer needs to exist.

Wu Xingxue said: That man really had such a dream. He said that the devil in the world is gone, and the immortal capital is gone too. It will no longer be hanging above the head, surrounded by clouds, mountains and fog. Don't the people often worry about it? Will the Immortal City collapse someday if it becomes unstable and hit them all? That person said that it’s good that the Immortal City is gone, so there’s no need to worry anymore.”

Wu Xingxue thought about the situation and said with a smile: It's just right, it's lively. Don't people always like to change the name of the city and the year? Maybe the name of the main city will be changed as there are more birds.

Xiao Fuxuan: Change it to what?

Wu Xingxue knew it was a joke, but he came up with the idea half-heartedly. He said: People love to ask for good luck. If the city is full of magpies, they will laugh so hard that they can't even see their eyes. How about calling it the Magpie City?

Wu Xingxue was startled when she heard his answer and laughed. The smile melted at the end of the eyes and the ends of the eyebrows. He held his silver mask with his hands behind his back and tapped his fingers, causing the mask to move with a certain willfulness.

He said: I think it's good too. It's much better than now. There is no immortal capital or devil's cave in the world. The main city has the East-West Market, which is more lively than Luohuashan City. The city is full of flowers and trees, and the carriage roads are clean. It won't There is a restriction for three steps, and a barrier for five steps. Everyone can have a peaceful sleep at night.

Xiao Fuxuan listened to what he said and answered in a casual manner: There should be many birds in the flower trees in the city.

There are still constant chaos in the world. Even if there are occasional years of peace and quiet, as the sweet dream is about to extend, some evil chaos will always arise out of thin air in a certain year.

Xiao Fuxuan swept through Guizhou, leveled the Jiamin Wilderness, visited Chigu, and walked through the endless sea. But it doesn't take long for a place to be clean before new evil spirits breed. For some reason, it seems like it can never be swept away, the root can never be removed.

They can't even find their roots, as if they were born there.

Xiao Fuxuan said: People don't know, but you can tell that you like this.

Wu Xingxue let out a tsk sound and flew forward. his

The mask was still carried behind his back, picked up and picked by fingers, and the light of late spring fell on it.

Unfortunately, the magpie capital mentioned in the conversation that day had no intention of coming true.

In the past twenty years, their relationship with the immortals in the Immortal City has been as usual. Those old immortal friends died in twos and threes, and the remaining ones didn't have much contact with them.

They still go their separate ways with Lingtai without interfering with each other.

I heard that the Lingtai still listens to people's prayers as it has for a hundred years, but it still doesn't interfere much, and occasionally follows the decree of heaven to send some blessings. With those fallen immortals in front, there will be very few people who break the rules of heaven later.

And in that chatting and laughing place, there are no immortals and no demons, and everything is peaceful in the magpie capital, it seems that it will always be just chatting and laughing.

Sometimes, in certain gaps. Wu Xingxue suddenly thought of Luohuashan City, and suddenly felt that he had missed something. But soon he will be distracted by other things...

And then day after day.

Therefore, the entire Immortal City was shaken for a while, just like a high cliff suddenly shook, and everyone was shocked.

But Wu Xingxue didn't know anything when the heavenly beings were shaken, because he returned from carrying out the imperial edict and was sitting in meditation with all five senses lost.

That Tianzhao was also very troublesome, with complicated lines, which took a lot of effort out of him. And the number of innocent people involved in that chaos was staggering.

There has been no movement in the Abandoned Immortal Platform for a long time, so that the people who are still in the Immortal City have almost forgotten that there was an immortal who was knocked down to the earth. It seems that the Immortal City has always been like this, eternal and eternal, never changed.

But in fact, Xiandu has not always been peaceful. At the end of those twenty years, something happened to it, and that night really frightened all the immortals——

The extremely sinister vortex under the south window suddenly became loose for some unknown reason that night. Some people rumored that Tiansu seemed to be injured and the damage was so heavy that he could not completely suppress the evil spirits.

This is not the first time they have encountered this situation. They know that it is the loss that will occur after King Ling completes the imperial edict, and this time the loss may be huge, so that is why it is like this.

Wu Xingxue had told them in the past that there was no need to fuss and worry at this time, they could just do whatever they needed to do and wait until he had finished recuperating.

But after all, they would still feel sad and frightened when they saw their master's face as pale as paper.

Although unlike the casual cultivator back then, Wu Xingxue needed to watch him from birth to death over and over again. But after clearing out so many people one by one, Wu Xingxue fell into a long silence.

He didn't speak again after he came out of the chaos. When he returned to Si Chunfeng, he closed his eyes and sat quietly on the couch.

The two little boys were startled and hurried over. They carefully touched his wrists and found that they were as cold as ice.

The younger brother said Oh and nodded, and after a moment he said: But why have Tianzhao become more frequent in these years? I remember that the Lord said before that he was dealing with some residual troubles. Since they are residual, Shouldn’t we deal with one less thing?”

The elder brother didn't refute, but muttered: Yes, you ask me, who am I asking? Your Excellency is ignoring me right now.

The younger brother was persistent and said: Then... wait until the adults wake up and ask again.

The elder brother in the little boy did not dare to disturb Wu Xingxue and pulled his younger brother to the door. The two of them were guarding outside the door, so they could watch their adults without disturbing each other.

The younger brother has a more irritable personality and is more panicked when things happen. He glanced at Wu Xingxue several times, then lowered his voice and asked his brother, My lord, it seems that you are feeling more uncomfortable this time than before.

The elder brother said: Maybe it's because Tianzhao has been received quite frequently recently.

What he cut were all the chaos caused by the greed of the people in the past, under the guise of the power of the sacred tree. Logically speaking, after he banned the sacred trees, there would be no new ones.

The ones he killed were obviously the remnants of old troubles, so why are they still there after so many years?

Not only are they common, but the imperial edicts have even become more frequent in recent years.

The elder brother couldn't cover his mouth, so he could only say: It's up to you, but don't make the adults angry.

When Wu Xingxue meditates, all five senses are always closed. Only by minimizing the loss can he recover the fastest and avoid unreasonable worries.

So he actually didn't hear what these two little boys said. But what they said were thoughts that he often had in recent years.

It was really hard for him to convince himself that he had been acting in accordance with Heaven's decrees as the Spiritual King for hundreds of years, and there were still so many and complicated remnants that had not been eliminated.

But if it’s not a remnant, what else can it be?

What else could it be?

This kind of thought occasionally pops up, but it is extremely difficult to catch and even harder to verify. Therefore, although Wu Xingxue had doubts, he still acted according to the imperial edict.

But this doubt became more and more serious day after day, year after year, and finally reached a peak on this day.

Because there are too many confusing threads involved in this edict, and the people involved are also too complex.

What will it be……

Who could it be...

Those questions haunted him like inner demons. Every time he asked more questions, the gloomy and sad mood became deeper.

Wu Xingxue sat quietly on the couch in a state where all five senses were lost. He couldn't hear the chirping comments of the little boys, couldn't hear all the movements in the fairy capital, and couldn't hear the evening breeze that was in sync with the human world.

In the overwhelming darkness and silence, he asked those words over and over again——

If not a remnant, what is it?

Children used to worry

When he was there, he often explained to them: This is the burden of the Spiritual King, and he deserves to bear it.

Ordinary people should not shuttle back and forth between the past and the present world. If he comes and goes like this, he will always suffer some due suffering and will suffer some loss. This is normal, just like Xiao Fuxuan will be injured or suffer when he kills evil spirits. It's like being eroded by evil spirits.

Everyone and everything has their own burdens to bear.

It was like a boundless quagmire. He was stuck deep in it, looking down at himself as he fell bit by bit and was submerged bit by bit.

The deeper he sank, the heavier the bone-chilling cold and dull pain became, so severe that he could still feel it even if he closed his five senses.

It's as if the feeling is no longer in the body or bones, but in the heart and soul, something that cannot be broken away or shaken off.

Although these words were used to comfort the little boy, they were also a comfort to him.

Every time he returned from cutting off the chaos, he would sometimes fall into a state of confusion, unable to tell whether he was a fairy or a demon.

If it's an immortal... shouldn't it bring blessings? Shouldn't the evil spirits be killed? Why did he kill so many strangers?

But don't frown. He often comforted the two startled little ones and said, Isn't there compensation? Look, you adults, I can heal myself.

He will always bear the pain of severe cold, but correspondingly, he will always be able to heal himself. There is no need to be like other immortals who have to set up formations and get pills and soups. Even so, there will still be more and more losses.

As long as he sits quietly for a day or two, the severe cold pain on his body will naturally be offset, and there will be no loss at all. He often joked that this might be a blessing that only belongs to the Spirit King.

He would laugh at himself in his heart and think: Look, there are still some blessings.

***

But today is different.

If he is a demon... then why does he live in the immortal capital and have such a bright title called Zhao?

He would often fall into that kind of solitude while sitting quietly, until the self-healing power wrapped around his limbs, like a warm current under freezing water.

And every time that moment comes, that loneliness will be covered by the warmth and slowly fade away.

I heard that the evil spirits raging in the world do not really have no taboos and live a happy life. They also have difficult times, and the devil calls those difficult moments tribulation periods.

It is said that the pain during the evil tribulation period is unimaginable to ordinary people.

They feel cold, and that kind of coldness is not the coldness of frost in the middle of winter, but the coldness caused by the fact that they have killed too many people in their hands and are riddled with resentment. The taste is like gangrene attached to the bones, which cannot be warmed or driven away, and it breeds and spreads in the evil body.

Maybe it’s because of the inescapable self-questioning, or maybe it’s because the bone-chilling cold this time is heavier than ever before, so severe that the power of self-healing seems to be a little overwhelming...

As a result, the coldness broke through the closed five senses and swept towards him along the soul, bone seams, heart... various places. He was so cold that even his fingertips were stiff.

At a certain moment, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered some words he had heard while chatting...

Wu Xingxue recalled those words, and at a certain moment, a ridiculous thought suddenly occurred to her -

He thought to himself... isn't that what I am?

What is the difference between the so-called spiritual king's burden and the evil demon's tribulation period? The same bone-piercing cold, the same crushing pain deep in the soul, and even... the same killing of countless people.

They will still feel pain, but it is not the pain of flesh and blood, but the resentment soul is unwilling to die miserably and tries to bite back, so it gnaws at the soul of the evil spirit day and night, so it hurts.

If the evil spirits find a way to survive the disaster, they will stay dormant temporarily until they have accumulated enough resentment and come back again.

If you don't survive it safely, you will experience an extremely painful death - the frost will freeze your bones, and your soul will be bitten to pieces.

What confused him the most was that he couldn't think of any reason to suppress it for a while.

Because he is the Spirit King? Because he is an immortal?

Because he had no choice but to do it?

He was even thinking, if I were also the kind of evil spirit in the world, would the number of people I have killed be considered too few or too many?

I'm afraid even the demon has not had as much blood as me.

Once this thought comes up, it will be extremely difficult to suppress it.

He once firmly believed that it was just some remaining tangled threads, and one day he would cut off all the tangled threads, and then everything would be over.

But now he suddenly can't be sure anymore...

If there is no end to this matter, if he spends his whole life, as long as he is a spiritual king, he will have to do one thing. If the number of dead under his command continues to add up day after day, what is the difference between him and the devil?

He couldn't remember who he had told before, evil spirits kill people, and some immortal knights in the world sometimes kill people too. The difference is that evil spirits practice killing people throughout their lives, endlessly. And those Xianmen knights only did it as a last resort, and only a few times.

But what about him...

Is there an end to him?

The two little children shivered at the door, and then they realized how cold the room was. The coldness on the Spirit King's body could not be concealed at all, and even affected them.

How cold it is!

The little boy looked at each other and hurriedly ran into the house. He looked over and saw a cold white on the Soul King's finger.

Even he couldn't explain it clearly.

He needed something to explain...

***

The little boy was overjoyed and said, Sir, you are finally awake. You scared me.

——”

Before the word we could be spoken, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. The bed was empty, leaving only a faint cold mist.

The little boy threw himself at the window and shouted, Sir! Where are you going?

That's... frost.

They were really a little panicked now. They grabbed the Soul King's finger and shook it: My lord——

The next moment, the Spirit King suddenly opened his eyes.

Convince yourself that everything he does is still effective.

He wants to go to Luohuashan City.

There is peace and excitement that always exists in troubled times, and there is the forbidden place of the sacred tree. He wanted to take another look.

After a while, Wu Xingxue's voice came with the wind, and for some reason there was a hint of hoarseness in the blur. He said: Luohuashan City.

***

He needs something to convince himself, to convince himself that the sacred tree has been completely banned and will no longer be used to cause new troubles, to convince himself that all life and death and helplessness will come to an end.

At that moment, the rouge powder flew up in the wind.

Wu Xingxue closed her eyes at that moment.

The thin monkey-like guy just said the beginning of what he said, and he could connect to the next sentence in his mind. Because he had heard it here more than twenty years ago.

But when Wu Xingxue actually stood in Luohuashan City, the lights that stretched for twelve miles did not give him a sense of excitement and stability. Because he encountered something while walking through the crowds of people along the mountain market...

He stood in front of an inn, looking at the crowd gathered not far away, listening to the noisy chatter, smelling the strong and choking smell of powder in the night wind, and his heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.

He saw a skinny monkey-like waiter climbing onto an overturned cart stall and explaining to the noisy crowd: My dear guests, please don't be impatient, don't scold, and be patient. That's Yanzhi from Li Ji's house next door. When I was leaving the stall, I encountered a falling rock for some reason, which destroyed the stall cart and scattered the rouge and gouache boxes all over the floor. They are being cleared now.

The souls of living people were taken away alive and bound somewhere. Those bodies will become bound, and they will be trapped in this place forever, reincarnation for more than twenty years.

A child with a yellow mouth can grow into an adult, but a person in his prime will grow old. Then repeat this process over and over again, every day.

He used to come more frequently, and the intervals were only a few months, or at most a year or two. Every time I come here, I'm more looking at people walking in the mountains, or... I don't really see anyone at all, I'm just looking at the fireworks in the world.

Because he met Xiao Fuxuan, he used the spilled rouge and gouache as an excuse when he sent a letter to the little boys to tell them not to come.

Exactly the same scene, exactly the same people, saying the exact same words.

There is no such reincarnation in the human world. There is only one thing that remains in the world like this, and that thing is called bondage.

He will realize that the bustle all over the mountains and plains is all fake, and that the Luohuashan City that he once boasted about has long been gone.

Those people who were laughing and chatting and coming and going were already empty under their bodies. It’s no different from the actor who folds paper talismans to add to the excitement.

He was clearly standing in the most lively place in the world, but he clearly knew that this place was actually a dead place.

But this time, it happened that he had been separated for more than twenty years, which was just enough time for the reincarnation of Luohuashan City to come to an end.

This may also be a mystery.

Somehow, the Spirit King holding the long sword should have seen this scene. He will wake up from his dream when he sees this scene.

Look, those people who have spoken to him in Luohuashan City are densely packed here. Their bodies are smiling in Luohuashan City, but their souls are crying here.

This is not the ban he imposed, but the second ban behind his back.

But……

***

How he approached the inn, and how he found a place in the backyard to enter the forbidden area, Wu Xingxue could not remember clearly.

He only remembered that when he stood in the forbidden place, looking at the scorched earth stretching for hundreds of miles, and countless souls hanging upside down on the temple, the overwhelming sense of absurdity and sadness enveloped him. in.

Why is there a second ban here?

Because the ban on the sacred tree has still been exploited, and it is still being used by those who are interested.

No matter who did these things, no matter how many deceptions were used and how many turning barriers were designed. It may be possible to avoid the eyes and ears of everyone in the world, and to avoid his eyes and ears, but it cannot avoid the Heavenly Way of Lingtai.

Who in the world could actually get banned here for the second time without anyone knowing about it?

Will not.

Because no matter what, at least Lingtai Tiandao will know.

Because the answer is too heavy for ordinary people to bear.

Even he couldn't bear it.

But now, he was chasing after him step by step, and it was inevitable to avoid him.

In the overwhelming absurdity and sorrow, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered some scenes that he had forgotten, such as the chaotic line caused by the Feng family.

And when he was swept away by random threads, he forgot about those things. When he returned to Zuochunfeng, he was full of doubts but could not find the answer...

Now that I think about it, it's not that he doesn't have an answer, but that he subconsciously avoided the answer.

When the sacred tree was banned, the reincarnation of life and death returned to heaven, which later became the Lingtai Heavenly Way. And he was transformed by the gratitude of a mortal, and was summoned to become the spiritual king of the immortal capital, and was given the title Zhao.

Although they have the same root and origin, they are not the same thing after all.

The way of heaven is formless, heartless and heartless, and it overrides the entire Immortal City.

Who else can make the dignified Spirit King lose all his memory and forget these messy lines?

There is only the way of heaven.

Lingtai Heavenly Dao has a special connection with him. It can be considered that they have the same roots and origins, and they are both born from the sacred tree.

He has clearly cut off countless chaotic lines, but he still frequently receives orders from heaven.

Therefore, as long as the sacred tree exists, there will be no end to the path he is taking, and there will be no end to the people he wants to kill.

Wu Xingxue almost laughed at that moment.

It does not ask about life and death, but only about the interdependence of good and evil, and the interdependence of blessing and misfortune. Since there are immortals in this world, there must be demons. Since there is life, there must be death. The more immortals there are, the more demons there are. The more lives and deaths there are, the more people will be unwilling to do so.

Since there is greed, anger, and delusion in the world, and since the sacred tree still exists, there will always be people who can find ways to exploit its loopholes. Anyway, at the end of the trouble and chaos caused, there is still a spiritual king guarding him.

so……

No matter which one it is, it will become empty when you die. In the past hundred years, he had seen countless moments of emptiness like this.

He looked at the invisible sky and moved his lips.

He wanted to say...

He looked up.

The sky above the Forbidden Land does not have the boundless blue sky like the Immortal City. There is only an impenetrable black sky, like a thick fog that lingers all year round.

He squinted his long eyes, which were slightly red. He thought of the faces in the chaos, unfamiliar, frightened, helpless, sad...

Spirit King...

The word Zhao is given by God. The one who is enlightened is brilliant.

He smiled slightly.

You know, the ones that look like real people?

Do you know how many people like that I have killed in the past hundred years?

How can he be considered brilliant, and how can he be called the Immortal King of Souls?

Those dead souls alone are enough for him to become the most damned devil in the world.