Chapter 128: North Youzhou Nether Earth

North Youzhou Nether Earth

Although she already had the secret method of intention cultivation, Ruan Ci remembered Qingjun's instructions and never easily took time spirit objects again after Foundation Establishment. This time, crossing over, she felt that it was different from before. Firstly, after Foundation Establishment, her memory was broader, her divine sense was more powerful, and her memory of the life of the sword seed she was possessing this time was not like when she returned to the memory of Fifth Cang during Qi Condensation. She only felt that everything was complicated and difficult to read through in a short time. In the blink of an eye, she had already taken the life of the novice Lingyuan into her heart, and she was clear about the situation in the North Youzhou. Moreover, although she was in a dream, she still remembered where she came from and had the energy to think about other things, which was very different from the first time she crossed over, when she was so intoxicated that she didn't know whether she was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

Since Lingyuan had memories, he had lived in the Cunxinjian Temple where he resided and had never been to the mortal kingdom outside the temple. Moreover, the North Youzhou was indeed different from other continents. Whether it was the South Zhuzhou, the North Huzhou, or the South Chongzhou, they were all like the Central Continent, dividing sects into Sheng, Mao, En, Ping, San, etc., and the sects had frequent exchanges, and many firms had opened. Even if there were many miasma places outside the mountain gate, the exchanges between cultivators were still active, and the connection with the mortal kingdom was also very close. And this North Youzhou actually had no such differences. In Lingyuan's memory, it was a Buddhist world. Temples were not divided into large or small, and there were no disputes, and they rarely had exchanges with each other. Although he also knew that there were mortal villages outside the temple, he had not gone to travel even after practicing to the late Foundation Establishment stage—or what Buddhism called the six-consciousness realm. This Cunxinjian was like a small world, and Lingyuan had never had the impulse to travel outside. Every day, he only had morning and evening classes in the mountain, practiced Buddhist methods, and practiced diligently, as if this could lead to the legendary Buddha realm.

If the entire North Youzhou was in such a situation, it was no wonder that Wang Panpan boasted that she was the most powerful great monster in the North Youzhou. Just imagine, in this entire continent, besides monks, there were probably no Daoist cultivators. If Ruan Ci really came here in her true form, she would probably be called the most powerful cultivator in the North Youzhou.

Thinking of this, Ruan Ci could not help but feel both amused and annoyed, but she was still extremely curious about the North Youzhou. She was very much looking forward to Lingyuan looking around on the way to morning class, so that she could see more of the scenery of the North Youzhou. Unfortunately, Lingyuan's mind was extremely pure. He hurried to the outside of the main hall, found a futon and sat down, and recited scriptures with his fellow disciples. His mind did not rise, as if he had entered silence. The scriptures were extremely mysterious, and Ruan Ci did not understand a single sentence, but in the recitation, it seemed to contain infinite power, and even a wisp of her soul was soaked in his scriptures, as if she had unknowingly entered the stillness.

I don't know how long it took, the morning class ended. Everyone was busy putting on dharma robes, picking up prayer beads, and walking out of the temple. The Cunxinjian Temple was high and wide, as if the temple gate like a city gate slowly opened. The monks walked out one after another, just like small ants walking under a huge city wall. But walking out of the temple and looking back, it was just a small temple, and the plaque was crooked, scribbled with the three grass characters "Cunxinjian".

The temples in the North Youzhou seemed to be mostly like this, not at all like the imposing manner of the sects in the Central Continent. Lingyuan was also used to it. He just glanced at it and walked out. He only saw the sky outside the temple, deep and deep. The world seemed to be only gray and black. Looking around, it was all thick and light black and gray. There was no grass on the wilderness, only a winding big river, surging with turbid yellow waves. Besides that, there was no sign of life. The dark gray miasma seemed to be figures, floating on the wilderness.

It was indeed the place where mortal living beings reincarnated, and it was indeed this scene. Ruan Ci was also truly knowledgeable at this moment, thinking to herself, "It is worthy of being the place where mortal living beings reincarnated. It turns out to be this scene."

The North Youzhou was so special, naturally there was a reason. If it were in the past, perhaps she would have to work hard to find it, but at this moment, she adapted for a while and was already clear. The North Youzhou was under the jurisdiction of the Dao Ancestor of the Nether Departure Fire, so there were very few legends outside. Those great sects did not dare to extend their reach into the North Youzhou. The Cunxinjian Temple that Lingyuan joined was a lower courtyard of the Shangyang Sect. However, according to Ruan Ci's knowledge, the main mountain of the Shangyang Sect was in the Central Continent, and this so-called lower courtyard seemed to have a very thin connection with the main mountain.

Since it was the place where mortals reincarnated, naturally spirit bodies constantly surged out of the river, fell to the ground, and turned into miasma. Lingyuan and others scattered in the wilderness, attracting the newborn miasma, reciting scriptures, beating wooden fish, transcending their life memories and even grievances, and then incorporating them into the prayer beads, bringing them back to the Cunxinjian Temple, pouring them into the incense burner, burning away the last bit of obsession, and merging the pure living beings into the spring, leading to the reincarnation wheel. However, Lingyuan's cultivation was not enough to drive the incense burner and the spring, so he was not very clear about how to handle the follow-up, only hearing a general idea.

It was also because of this that although Lingyuan had not been out of Cunxinjian, he was very familiar with the Langhuan Zhou Tian. All mortal souls of the Langhuan Zhou Tian would gather here through that mysterious induction. Lingyuan transcended the souls of the dead every day, naturally having to be contaminated with the memories in their hearts. He practiced a cultivation method, and all kinds of causes and effects did not stain him, but he had already read all the joys and sorrows of the world. Ruan Ci could also read from his memories. Most mortals were proud and extraordinary when they were young, reveling and drinking, enjoying their youth. When they were old, they began to be full of worries and deep fear, worrying about the pain at the time of death, and some even indulged in this fear from a young age, spending most of their years seeking immortality and longevity. The more rich and fertile the place, the more such mortals there were. On the contrary, those mortals in the poor mountains and bad waters were busy with life all day, but they were less worried about these useless thoughts.

Lingyuan had seen a lot, and his interest in the Outer Continent was also very indifferent. He liked transcending the souls of the dead very much, and the process of refining away all kinds of thoughts, leaving only a little pure true spirit, was to eliminate their various delusions. Watching the fearful and painful spirit bodies gradually calm down in the scriptures, and finally showing a compassionate smile on their faces, stepping into the next reincarnation, Lingyuan also felt that his cultivation was full, and that joy in his heart was the true motivation for his daily practice. In his heart, he once thought that such days would continue forever, and his cultivation would gradually become full. Whether he would break through to the Arhat or Bodhisattva fruit position, he did not force it. As long as he lived for one day, it was one day of practice. When the fate arrived, he would stop at a certain place, which was also determined by cause and effect. He didn't need to worry, just focus on every step he took.

But recently, he often felt depressed in his heart. He tried to enter meditation and practice, but there was no progress, which often delayed his homework. Ruan Ci had been attached to him for more than a month, and his restlessness had not improved, but was becoming increasingly serious. When he went to the wilderness, he was always looking for something in the miasma, and he always liked to stay on a river. Ruan Ci felt a bit puzzled in her heart, thinking to herself, "He has scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures that reflect the spirit platform and clarify miscellaneous thoughts. Why does he never recite them? Could it be that he has been possessed by a heavenly demon without knowing it, and has fallen into the devil deeply?"

She had never been possessed for so long before when crossing back to the past. Perhaps it was because the cultivation of Chang Chunfeng and Qu Pingting was very inferior, and the memories that divine sense could carry were not much, while Lingyuan's cultivation was already at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, not far from the Foundation Establishment perfection. However, he forged an eighth-layer high platform, which also confirmed a guess of Ruan Ci, that is, if she could only take time spirit objects once during the Foundation Establishment stage, it was best to choose at this time. After all, the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment was extremely rare, and it was difficult to guarantee that there was such an existence in the sword seed. If she came to take time spirit objects at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment, she might waste a precious opportunity.

After getting along for two months, she was already very familiar with Lingyuan and quite liked this little monk who was pure in mind and full of good thoughts. Although she knew that he was about to die under that sword strike of Xie Xie Yan Huan, she still could not help but worry for him, wishing he could immediately seek help from his teachers, at least to have an understanding before he died. But Lingyuan did not know why, and never recited the scriptures that reflected the spirit platform, but still transcended the souls of the dead on that river.

On this day, he introduced a wisp of miasma into the alms bowl and recited the scriptures. The alms bowl gradually emitted a sobbing sound, and a spirit body gradually took shape in the wilderness. However, it was not like other souls who were worried, fearful, and muddled, but opened his eyes, stared at Lingyuan curiously, and smiled, "Little monk, it's you again."

Ruan Ci sensed it clearly. The restlessness in Lingyuan's heart suddenly vanished, and a very pure joy and happiness surged up. He bowed to the spirit body and smiled, "Little monk has met the benefactor."

That spirit body seemed to smile too. His appearance gradually became clear, but he could not distinguish between male and female—all spirit bodies were like this. This life was male, and the next life might be female. However, this person's appearance was very strange. Although it was a spirit body, it gave people a feeling of incompleteness. Any part of the five senses, if you stared at it, would flicker. Ruan Ci's heart stirred, thinking to herself, "His spirit body is incomplete, but his divine sense is so powerful. He doesn't look like, doesn't look like a mortal..."

Just thinking of this, she felt the thoughts in Lingyuan's brain surging, and the relevant memories also surged up. It turned out that Lingyuan was also very taboo about this matter on weekdays and almost never thought about it, so Ruan Ci did not sense it. This spirit body was indeed not a mortal, but Lingyuan did not know his origin. He only knew that every time this person reincarnated, he would definitely appear in this place, and it seemed that he had never left the Langhuan Zhou Tian.

Because his spirit body was incomplete, when he was born as a human, he was almost disabled and rarely lived past the age of twenty. Therefore, since Lingyuan started practicing, he had transcended him more than thirty times in this place, almost meeting once every twenty years. The two were very familiar, and Lingyuan was actually very curious about why he could always reincarnate within the Zhou Tian, because mortal living beings reincarnated in all Zhou Tian. The reincarnation wheel of the North Youzhou was just an entrance to the Dao domain of the Nether Departure Fire Dao Ancestor. According to reason, this person should not be seen again after seeing him once, but since Lingyuan entered the Dao, he had always been reincarnating in this place.

When transcending memories, one could also see his bitter and sweet days—this was only about external things. As for himself, as a disabled person, it was always very hard, and he lived for a short time, having to say goodbye to his family and come to reincarnate again. Such days, even if Lingyuan was used to seeing the suffering of the world, he still could not bear it. Unknowingly, he had already cared about this residual spirit, and secretly had a wish to liberate this residual spirit from the endless reincarnation when his cultivation reached it.

This was naturally not allowed by the rules. In the precepts, it was said very clearly that the North Youzhou was a place for mortals to reincarnate. All cultivators were not allowed to reincarnate. Such a different spirit body was very likely to be the residual spirit of a cultivator falling. After discovering it, he should report it to his master. But Lingyuan was ignorant in the first few times, but later he developed a concern for this residual spirit and had been hiding it from the temple. This time was the same. He recited scriptures, resolved the cause and effect on the residual spirit, and incorporated it into the prayer beads. The residual spirit did not resist, but popped out a head, sniffed around Lingyuan, and smiled, "Little monk, you are stained with other smells, the smell of blood is very strong, it really doesn't smell good."

Lingyuan raised his hand, pulled his sleeve and smelled it, puzzled, "How can there be blood here?"

This was already the Nether Earth, and everyone who came here was a soul. How could there be blood? Lingyuan didn't care and wanted to ask about the experience of the residual spirit's reincarnation this time. But the residual spirit popped out of the prayer beads, sniffed around Lingyuan again, and gradually approached the place where Ruan Ci's consciousness was entrenched, frowned, "Such a familiar smell, that fierce bloody smell, the many causes and effects stained, so faint, as if separated by a long distance, I smelled it, but I still smelled it..."

Ruan Ci was terrified in her heart, feeling that her understanding of the world was a bit shaken. If it weren't for the Donghua Sword and the Heavenly Fate Cloud Child transmitting a sense of stability at the same time, her heart and spirit would have been shaken, as if she were about to fall into the imaginary numbers. She shouted in her heart, "No way! Impossible, this is clearly just a memory—"

That spirit body sniffed while muttering, "Can't be wrong, can't be wrong, this is... this is the smell of the Donghua Sword!"

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Updated. Sorry for the long wait, everyone. The collection is full of 2w, come and see the addition at three o'clock.

It was hard to write the manuscript to five chapters yesterday, alas, today I spent two chapters, I cried...

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Thank you all very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ===== CHAPTER 129 =====