Chapter 254

Two Hundred and Sixty-Three, Awakening (Prince Wei Wei revised! Please refresh!)

No way, even a gentleman guards against craftsmen. Two Hundred and Sixty-Three, Awakening. Ouyang Rong opened his eyes, his body lying in a beam of moonlight. It was pitch black on all sides,

The only light source was a circular hole about ten meters above his head, resembling a small skylight.

A beam of gray moonlight fell from it alone, illuminating the 'person under the moon' whose limbs were already cold; he did not know how long he had been asleep.

The moonlight was cold and clear, appearing to be the early morning; the night was cool as water.

Ouyang Rong felt he had had a very, very long dream, in which there were some bizarre things, and among them was a thing that seemed very warm and very important.

But after opening his eyes, this "dreamscape" drifted further and further away, and this very warm and very important thing also drifted further and further away, its back blurry.

He reached out his hand but could not grasp it.

Daoist Sun nodded in agreement: "Master Zhizhi is right, it is indeed a hell without interval inside, but..."

"That place was indeed your pure land, now... it still is. Many thanks to the three of you for accompanying me here once again."

Daoist Sun saw that pair of eyes, turbid as a mountain stream, once more. "Alright, Ouyang Rong."

"Let's go, you have seen with your own eyes that he is alive and kicking, this is the last time, your two senior sisters are still waiting for us, don't miss the hour, otherwise it will be me who is unlucky again..."

Daoist Sun frowned and nodded, murmuring: "Yes, why am I here..." He looked left and right, sizing up the environment.

Cong Suqi was stunned for a moment, then a look of helplessness appeared on her face:

PS: Rest assured, Little Rong also feels very sorry for the mute girl, he will absolutely not cause her any irreparable loss!

Clang—! The three-foot blade left its sheath, the sword light like water, flowing over the ceiling of the underground palace. Daoist Sun's eyes were slightly surprised: "Good sword!" He walked to the front of the lotus pedestal, carved characters beside the "Return" stone carving left by Master Zhong Ma, and also left a line of text.

Brothers who have read *Sword Maiden* should understand Little Rong.

Daoist Sun suddenly turned his head and asked the three people, including the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak: Daoist Sun subconsciously took two extra looks.

"Sleepwalking? About that, this muddle-headedness is just like sleepwalking."

And Xiuzhen, who had been knocked unconscious by Liu Zilin's punch, was also like nothing had happened; his chin seemed to have grown a circle fatter, it seems the food recently has been good. Reading *La*

He couldn't help but think of the very, very long dream he had while unconscious; there seemed to be something very important and very warm in the dream, but right now he couldn't think of what it was no matter what.

He turned his head to look at the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, and the well where a beam of moonlight leaked down diagonally from the top.

It was that pretty, mute girl with the severed finger.

In the secluded underground palace below, all three looked up at him. The mute girl looked up, her face full of reluctance.

Sun Laoguai Sun did not answer, but asked instead: "Great Sage, do you want a wife or not?" He also carried a quiet aura, like a transparent person in the dim underground palace, extremely easy to be ignored.

He looked up at the well.

"The marriage customs of my hometown are indeed old-fashioned and conservative, so old-fashioned and conservative that they make people angry."

He silently moved his gaze away and saw a slender boy sitting beside Xiuzhen, the "Master Zhizhi" who was persuading others with a look of pity; the boy was hugging his knees and burying his face, not saying a word.

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak glanced at the mute girl who had been burying her head and not making a sound, and pointed at the recovered youth with a smile:

"I said, I am not a saint." Daoist Sun shook his head to correct him, took a look at the poisonous pus faintly revealed on the neck of the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak, and nodded:

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak leaned against the wall, his legs spread like a winnowing basket as he sat on the ground, "..." Daoist Sun.

The monk sat on the ground, his eyes revealing fear; the old Daoist smiled. He should not have been discovered. What kind of suffering was this? The words stopped.

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak did not stop him, but asked with great interest: "Then why are you determined to leave this time? You said it yourself, this place is a pure land, and the outside is a hell without interval; why don't you learn from this Master Zhizhi?"

"Is the Great Sage awake?"

Xiuzhen showed an unbearable look and reminded him again: No one answered.

"Benefactor, this place is a lotus pure land, and above is a hell without interval!" Daoist Sun frowned, swallowed his retort, and changed the subject:

I saw that you were still the same as before, a pretty face that makes one feel pity.

On the pretty face, a look of reluctance faintly flowed out.

Daoist Sun turned back to return the sword, returned to the front of the lotus pedestal, and his palm grabbed the rope ladder falling from the well mouth again. He suddenly turned his head and said to the panicked and anxious Xiuzhen:

In the huge underground palace, a Confucian scholar left once again.

A mellow scent similar to sandalwood faintly permeated the air; his first reaction was to think of an old temple in the deep mountains he had accidentally stumbled into while exploring as a child.

"Good boy, what a big tone." He nodded and laughed: "Is there no saint in the vastness?"

Maintaining a lying-up posture without moving, the ignorant look on Daoist Sun's face after waking from a long sleep gradually faded.

It's all for the sweetness later! It will definitely be sweet enough to turn you all over later!

"Does that mean that only after becoming husband and wife can one know the girl's maiden name? The customs are indeed old-fashioned and conservative."

He turned his back to the shadows and walked toward the lotus pedestal under the moonlight in front, determined and focused:

He couldn't help but look stunned.

"Amitabha, Benefactor, if you go out, you will be eaten by evil things immediately!" On the lotus stone seat, Cong Suqi suddenly sat up, rubbing his waist with both hands.

He asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, Great Sage, why did you hide back in the pure land again? Can't you stay in that hell outside? Are the ignorant people hard to save? Does the Great Sage need to relax too?"

"Staying overnight at Donglin Temple... is it Master Venerable Shan Dao's handiwork again... but why am I the same as last time, sleepwalking and running around after recovering from illness... is there something here attracting me..."

No, it is dawn.

"Last time I came to the Beitian Jiyang Yuan to look for the two of you, you weren't there, why are you back now, could it be... that you were organized by the county government to go up the mountain to avoid disaster a few days ago? You..."

"Were sent back by your family again? Why are you running around under the well again."

"You can't go out!" Activated by sensitive words, the gaunt monk stood up abruptly and answered, his whole body trembling, one finger pointing to the ground, one finger pointing to the sky:

"Should be, but..." Cong Suqi touched the neat and clean short hair in front of his forehead, and his neat clothes; a red-clad figure with a proud back couldn't help but flash before his eyes.

Daoist Sun smiled; those who usually call themselves 'Grandpa' are all grandsons.

"Little mute girl, don't look, people have already left, and they didn't even take an extra look at you."

But Daoist Sun vaguely remembered that after closing his eyes and losing consciousness, didn't he exhaust all his dantian qi and purple mist of merit, and use that "breath of injustice" in his chest to behead Qiu Shenji and rescue the junior sister and the others?

Daoist Sun looked at the gaunt monk with a look of pity for a while.

This time, Daoist Sun shook his head and did not take it, but moved his gaze down: "May I borrow your sword."

After a pause, he released goodwill: "If there are difficulties in your home or Daoist temple, you can tell me; I know the abbot of this temple, he is very generous."

On the day the Ding Sword was born, he used his real name to summon the "Craftsman" in this secluded underground palace to kill Liu Zilin and the green-clad servants; the bloody broken limbs and remains scattered on the ground were all gone now.

"Now, this is just a little mute that no one wants; I have nothing left, only a 'name', how can I let you use empty hands to catch a white wolf again?"

Sun Laoguai Sun asked suddenly: "What if you fall into hell forever?" Sun Laoguai Sun's eyes widened slightly.

Zhao Qingxiu still looked up, her bright eyes blinking without stopping, her finger pointing toward the well mouth: "Ah ah?"

"Hell, you say... I want to go to hell!"

The monk Xiuzhen saw that back walking toward the well and showed horror.

I don't know what Master Zhong Ma used to carve those moonlight characters back then. The Ding Sword stolen from the hands of the crazy emperor?

The mute girl's body stiffened slightly, and she pulled out the long cloth bag she was sitting on. The Daoist stood, lost in thought;

He sighed heavily.

She buried her face and did not move, as if asleep.

Daoist Sun shook his head: "The so-called pure land, I have already seen through it fully, and I no longer hold any hope of being able to ascend to the other shore. People cannot live in beautiful lies forever; they should stand firm, look in all directions. This world is not silent to those who have achievements, so why should I be free in an eternal..."

"Pure land."

Ever since he woke up in the pure land underground palace, his memories of this life and the one that was like a parallel world began to merge and overlap; more details of this life's memories gradually recovered, inseparable...

"When you want a wife, come and ask me, the old Daoist." He said with a faint expression, waving his hand:

"Today the long tassel is in hand... when will I bind the blue dragon?" It was the three people he was incomparably familiar with.

Daoist Sun maintained his head-up posture, his palms silently rubbing his sore shoulders and waist, murmuring in a voice that could barely be heard:

It was just that at this moment, the mute girl did not look at him secretly from the gap between her knees and thin arms with eyes like autumn streams as she did when they first met.

Without keywords to activate, Xiuzhen was still chanting scriptures with a dazed face; only the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak nodded and said:

Sun Laoguai Sun nodded along: "It seems, Great Sage, you are also hard for him to cure." Daoist Sun vaguely sensed that the atmosphere in the underground palace was a bit strange, and so were the people.

"You ask, is it dark?" The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak was speechless: "Nonsense, don't you have eyes? Can't you see that? It's already the fifth watch, it's been dark outside for a long time, don't look stupidly, what the hell are you looking at."

Especially the waist. A trace of confusion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"You... why are you here?" He glanced at the pretty mute girl sitting quietly hugging her knees opposite him.

Daoist Sun hissed in his mouth, trying hard to support his waist and stand up.

Daoist Sun climbed up with his head held high; the moment before he was about to climb out of the well, he looked down as if inspired.

The fine short hair cut when counting the "three crimes of Lianghan" in public had grown much longer, and was managed cleanly and softly by someone meticulous; he didn't know how long he had slept, but the days were definitely not short.

In this way, the Wei clan still didn't know that Wei Shaoqi had died suddenly, or rather, they hadn't suspected and come to the door yet.

Besides the coldness in his waist, shoulders, and limbs, a wave of soreness came one after another. Cong Suqi pointed at the quiet pretty mute girl beside him, "Does Ouyang Rong know the name of this girl?"

"Then I will fall into hell forever." Daoist Sun laughed loudly.

"Ai ai yi ya." A raised little head shook vigorously.

What is she doing now? During the days I was unconscious, she must have been very anxious; that day before I lost consciousness, it seemed vaguely like I was held by her, and there seemed to be a woman's crying in my ears.

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak asked back: "Why we are here is not important, what is important is, why are you here?"

These memories, I don't know if they are memories of the previous life or this life. A moment later, he suddenly turned his head and questioned loudly:

This scene was familiar.

Without waiting for an answer, he gripped the rope and pulled hard, flipping out of the well mouth.

Xiuzhen's face was confused, but the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak beside him became interested and changed his sitting posture:

"Where is this? How... so familiar."

With his back to the well mouth and the lotus pedestal, he walked behind the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak, the gaunt monk, and the pretty mute girl, sat down on his butt, and was not polite at all.

Daoist Sun looked down. "But what?"

"..." The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak.

Why am I here after waking up, instead of on the bed? Where are the junior sister and the others?

You can't think of its true face no matter what for a while. The more you think, the more confused your eyes become.

"Hiss, so sour, so painful."

The mute girl pointed her finger at the dashing back of Cong Suqi who was leaving, her smile like a flower. Images of blue tiles, red walls, bronze bells, and drum towers all surged before his eyes. Daoist Sun turned his head to look; in the darkness behind him, three white shadows were faintly sitting. The well mouth, moonlight, lotus pedestal, murals...

Sun Laoguai Sun snorted heavily.

"Is the old Daoist here to find the abbot of Donglin Temple to treat poisonous sores?" He had quite a bit of personal experience and sighed: "Master Venerable Shan Dao's medical skills are indeed very good."

The five people in the underground palace gathered again. Including... the pretty mute girl.

Daoist Sun's gaze swept across the equally clean and tidy underground palace as if nothing had happened.

The thoughts when he first woke up were scattered like a porcelain bowl falling to the ground, shattered. At this time, Cong Suqi

happened to pass by the side of the mute girl who was hugging her knees; the latter suddenly reached out and stopped him again.

It was the pure land underground palace.

Daoist Sun still did not answer and turned his face to ask:

Daoist Sun did not answer, looked down at the clean Confucian robe on his body, and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

A moment later, Sun Laoguai Sun turned his face and sighed:

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak walked forward and took a look at the new line of stone carvings that appeared under the lotus pedestal; it was located below the two characters "Return":

"How should I address you, Daoist?" Now, immediately, right away.

"Ouyang Rong, what is the first meaning of the holy truth?"

I don't know if it was handled by the temple monks, or cleaned up by the junior sister and Yan Balang and the others.

Only in the small hand with five fingers lay a sheepskin water bag. A sharp, old, annoying voice came from behind.

"The Great Sage is indeed smart." Sun Laoguai Sun sneered: "Heh, it would be good if this smartness was used on other things."

"Great Sage, can you not speak only half of what you say?" Daoist Sun suddenly wanted to see the junior sister a bit.

"Surname Grandpa."

The old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak turned his head with a smile, looking at Daoist Sun's reaction. "Great Sage, you, you are just too smart."

He nodded.

While Daoist Sun was distracted, the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak said dissatisfiedly:

"Do I really sleepwalk? Did you see how I fell down?"

Without the moonlight long sword to activate the strange stone carving of "Return" under the lotus seat, the broken parts of the murals on all sides that had not yet been repaired showed no shadow of the *Return Ode*.

Daoist Sun frowned and raised his eyes to carefully size up the old Daoist in the crane-feather cloak:

As for the murals on all sides of the underground palace... Daoist Sun, who was lowering his head to tidy up his clothes, silently withdrew his gaze.

The Daoist, the monk, and the mute girl stayed behind.

The young county magistrate seemed to instantly recover all his vitality and stood up in an instant.

After bathing in the early morning moonlight alone for a while, Ouyang Rong's chapped lips moved:

But with the recovery of his sense of smell, other senses also returned without greeting. It was like being shaken by a hundred big men in turns, shaken until he fell apart.