This section of the Santu River is very wide, the water flow is gentle, the water surface is cloudy and foggy, and the other side cannot be seen.
The riverside is covered with foot-high dark purple ghost grass and ghost flowers. From time to time, fist-sized blue ghost fires can be seen flying among the flowers.
"In the blue ghost fire, there are fierce ghosts that have just been born from the Santu River. Some are like humans, some are like dogs, and some are like birds
These fierce ghosts, baring their teeth and claws in the will-o'-the-wisp fire, devour each other, they are all very fierce.
Flying over the ghost grass and flowers, there is a bluestone tombstone standing on the river bank in front. Under the tombstone, you can faintly see the swaying fire and the burning incense candles.
A plain white figure stood in front of the monument, pouring a bowl of wine into the soil from left to right.
Seeing this figure and feeling the terrifying aura on her body, all the ghosts trembled, fled into the ghost grass and dark flowers, and quickly disappeared.
"It's another death anniversary, Brother Chen, you said you would come to see me, why didn't you come this year?"
Prajna looked at the reflection in the water, his face showed no expression, but his eyes gradually became sad, his eyes were moist, and he didn't know what he was remembering.
She knew very well that she would never see Zhang Ruochen again!
The road of walking together has an end after all.
The letter Zhang Ruochen gave her just left her with an idea to live. With her character, she certainly wouldn't seek death, but her temperament would definitely change, and she might go to a certain extreme, eventually ruining herself.
Behind him, light footsteps sounded.
The candle flame flickered.
Prajna's heart trembled and he turned around immediately.
I saw a figure shrouded in black robes, slowly walking out of the ghost grass and flowers, wearing a bamboo hat, with a layer of purple gauze hanging from the edge of the bamboo hat to cover his face.
Tall and slender, she is obviously a woman.
The disappointment in Prajna's eyes flashed away, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart. The other party's cultivation is unfathomable, he can't feel the breath, and he can't feel the fluctuations of power.
This can only show that the other party's cultivation level far exceeds hers.
Prajna's cultivation is not low, it has reached the level of great freedom and immeasurable. Even if you are facing the early or middle stages of immortality, you can still see some clues, so that you will not be like a mortal like now.
How many women in the universe today have such a high level of cultivation?
"Wow!"
Prajna summoned the time artifact "Gui Chi" and held it in his hand like a sword. Suddenly, circles of time-marked light spots appeared like fireflies all over the sky, causing ghost flowers to fly in the grass.
The woman wearing a bamboo hat, ignoring the power of time, walked step by step in front of Prajna, lifted up the purple gauze with both hands, revealing a cold and charming face.
She has a very strange temperament. She is obviously an iceberg beauty, with an unworldly holiness, but her eyes are unpredictable, sometimes coquettish, sometimes gloomy, and sometimes pitiful.
It seems that as long as she wants, she can disguise herself as a woman of any appearance, and there will be no flaws.
"Liao Xi!"
Prajna put away the ruler and said, "How do you know I'm here?"
The purple gauze is closed, covering the face.
Ling Xi walked step by step to the tombstone and said: "The bones of Emperor Chen have returned to heaven and earth, and have long since turned into dust. Leaving behind a tomb of clothes only adds to the sorrow. If you do this, you will forever trap yourself in a cocoon. On the road of cultivation, How else do you get to the next level?¡±
Prajna said: "People have to have some thoughts, right? I thought you would offer him a stick of incense."
"I will not torture myself because of people who have died."
Lian Xi asked again: "During his lifetime, Emperor Chen not only gave you the ruler, but he also gave you the Paradise of Elysium for safekeeping, right?"
got windy!
The wind blew the paper candles and the flames danced.
Prajna narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the vast smoke-like back of Lian Xi in the firelight, and said, "Are you here for the Paradise?"
"The Land of Ultimate Bliss is the Pure Land of Kasyapa, the supreme treasure. With it, your spiritual power and soul have grown at a rate that few others can match over the years. Now, it's time for someone else to take charge!"
Lian Xi turned around and said: "The Paradise of Elysium does not belong to you, it is a relic of Di Chen. I am qualified to get a share of it!"
Prajna smiled bitterly, with thousands of thoughts in his heart, and said: "I had guessed that this day would come sooner or later for the sake of profit. I thought it would be those few with strong personalities who would attack first, but I didn't expect that you would be the first one. You all Not counting Di Chen¡¯s wife, how do you get the qualifications?¡±
Lian Xi showed no emotion and said: "With your talent and qualifications, it is extremely difficult to cultivate to the point of immortality. Sooner or later, the Paradise of Paradise will change its owner."Fanchen caught up and said, "I have another question, who am I? Master Can Deng said, you know who I am."
"Xuanyuan is second!"
Zhang Ruochen suddenly stopped and looked at the figure that just passed by.
"My name is Xuanyuan Er?" Fanchen said happily.
Zhang Ruochen has been releasing the Wuji Circle, so no information about his conversation with Fanchen will be leaked.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen did not answer him, Fanchen followed his gaze and looked at the back of the man in the bright red cassock in front of him. The man was holding a Zen staff as thick as a bowl, and above the cassock was a huge skull.
Fanchen said cautiously: "With a completely restrained aura, he is an incredible strong man of the Bone Clan. How could such a strong man of the Bone Clan practice Buddhism? How could he come to Dahuangji?"
Zhang Ruochen thought thoughtfully and said, "Since we are all Buddhists, I think you have many common topics, why don't you ask?"
"Okay! I like asking questions! But I have one more question. Am I called Xuanyuan Second?" Fanchen asked. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com