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Text Chapter 347: The piano destroys the soul, sleeping causes and effects

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    Ning Qingling rubbed her sore and numb neck and stopped looking up. She hugged the innate treasure Fu Xiqin tightly and moved closer to Yu He.  My senior brother's breath was sometimes long and sometimes rapid, and the expression on his face suddenly turned to panic, joy, and anger, but he never opened his eyes and woke up.  The ray of skylight above your head is as infinitely distant as the sun, moon and stars.  By counting with his fingers, it was almost an hour since he and the Dao Demon Cultivators on Chaoyang Peak fell into the abyss of the mountain.  When Yu He's figure flew down and disappeared, Miss Xiao Ning really felt that everything was dark.  It wasn't until she fell into a dense gray mist that she realized that all her escape techniques were working again, so she quickly tried to slow her fall. When her toes touched the ground, she saw her senior brother sitting cross-legged not far away.  So Ning Qingling rushed over, but no matter how she called and shaken, Yu He just didn't respond, as if he was an alcoholic who couldn't wake up after being drunk.  Du Banshan also walked over. The Jiuli Demon Refining Pot above his head emitted an eye-catching light like a lampstand in the thick fog.  But Senior Brother Banshan, who had obtained Zhongnan's true biography, tried his best to wake up Yu He.  So Ning Qingling had to guard Yu He closely, while Du Banshan went to look for other fallen monks alone.  Xiao Du walked around for a hundred feet and explored carefully, and when he came back, he told Ning Qingling something extremely strange.  Around them, there were indeed many Dao and Demon monks who had fallen from Chaoyang Peak. Among these people, most of them were like Yu He, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed and motionless, but they couldn't be summoned.  Awake.  There are also a few people standing upright on the ground, but their bodies are still warm, but their breath has been cut off and their souls have scattered.  These people's whole bodies were tense, their hands were clenched, and their lower abdomen collapsed when pressed. It was as if their true energy had gone crazy, causing the inner cauldron to break, and they died due to dissipation of their energy.  But there was a very strange expression on their faces. It was not pain, but the ecstasy of finding a treasure, with their facial features distorted and their faces hideous.  After hearing Du Banshan¡¯s description, Ning Qingling felt very scared, fearing that something might happen to her senior brother.  She kept holding Yu He's hand tightly, feeling that Yu He's palm was sometimes tight and sweaty, sometimes hot as coal, and sometimes trembling slightly.  The green sword that landed next to Yu He would vibrate on its own from time to time, making a soft buzzing sound.  With the Demon Refining Pot and Fuxi Qin, two innate treasures protecting him, Du Banshan was not frightened. He simply sat down cross-legged and waited for Yu He to wake up.  After sitting for almost a cup of tea, there were faint footsteps in front of him. Du Banshan opened his eyes and saw that it was actually the two masters, the Grand Master of Shushan and the Grand Master of Qingcheng, using the Haotian Mirror.  The light breaks through the clouds and fog, arriving side by side.  Du Banshan actually saw Xing Tian and Dan Qing just now. He also tried to pat their shoulders, but the two masters were indifferent.  However, seeing them appear together at this time, Du Banshan knew that these two Taoist masters must have understood the mystery of this place and found a way to break the illusion and awaken the spirit.  After getting up and bowing to each other, Du Banshan and Ning Qingling begged the two masters to rescue Yu He.  But Xing Tian and Master Dan Qing each checked Yu He's Qi veins, but neither took action.  Master Danqing said enigmatically: "It doesn't matter, we can come as soon as we go." After that, the two turned around and left. It was not until almost half an hour later that they showed up again, and they were under the guidance of Master Xing Tian.  Behind him, there was an arrogant Shushan disciple accompanying him.  Seeing that the two masters of the sect were true to their word, Du Banshan and Ning Qingling were both overjoyed.  So they quickly sacrificed the Demon Refining Pot and Fuxi Qin to protect Xingtian and Danqing.  The two masters and the Shushan disciple sat cross-legged next to Yu He, and the three of them seemed to have fallen into trance.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????  Du Banshan and Ning Qingling were a little confused, but they didn't dare to disturb them rashly, so they had no choice but to hold up a tower of precious light and cover the six of them tightly.  Not long after, there were faint figures walking back and forth in the surrounding clouds and mist, and there were also some vague voices and exclamations.  Wei Xingge of the Northwest Demon Sect came closer with the Demon Ancestor Yama of the Tenth Palace. Wei Xingge looked at the six people sitting under the demon refining pot and Fuxi Qin. He shook his head and smiled, and said something to the ten old demons.  The one who didn¡¯t send it left.  Not long after, Qi Zhao also came over, and she was accompanied by three senior elders from the Southwest Demon Sect.  The little girl stared at Yu He for a long time. Ning Qingling invited her to come in and sit down, but Qi Zhao stole a glance at the Demon Sect master next to him, and finally shook his head, sighed, and reluctantly turned around and left.  .  After that, a group of monks from the Qingcheng Immortal Sect came and sat in a big circle around the six people, as if they were protecting the real master of their family.  One after another, many people were looking around, but they only took a quick glance and turned away without saying a word.  Gradually, the noise coming from the thick fog became louder and louder. It seemed that many people were talking about it, but Yu?Still didn't wake up with eyes open.  Ning Qingling has been paying attention to the expressions of the two master masters and the Shushan disciple. She saw that Master Danqing was always smiling, while Shushan Xingtian was frowning, and the Shushan disciple had a grimace on his face.  After waiting for another stick of incense, Yu He still sat in silence with his eyes closed, but a muffled sound came from the ground.  Ning Qingling suddenly felt darkness in the sky, and looked up to see a huge copper pillar a hundred feet long, falling from the ray of skylight.  Looking at the appearance of this copper pillar, isn't it the Vientiane Bronze Platform that originally stood in the center of the stone ping of the Zhenwu Hall of the Eight Scenery Shangtian Palace?  In the blink of an eye, the copper pillar hit the ground. Although it did not make the expected roar, it caused the clouds and mist to roll, and many figures fled in all directions.  When everything calmed down again, the thick fog that made it difficult to see beyond the horizon began to dissipate as quickly as the ebbing tide.  In less than thirty breaths, the bottom of the abyss in the mountain became clear and clear. With the faint ray of light, people and things within a hundred feet around could be seen clearly.  The place where the six people sat cross-legged was not far from where the Vientiane Copper Pillar landed.  Ning Qingling used her eyes to look around. The copper pillar was like a wedge falling from the sky, firmly blocking the air hole in the ground.  Originally, the uppermost section of the copper pillar protruded from the stone flat and was used as a bronze platform for rituals. Now the entire pillar has been lowered to the ground, allowing people to have a full view of it.  On the bottom thirty feet of the copper pillar, thousands of human faces are embossed in relief. Each stroke is square and square, with few turns. It is simple and rough but very expressive.  Each face has the same expression, with their mouths open and eyes narrowed, as if they are puffing away smoke, and their mood is extremely intoxicating.  There are wisps of gray mist, hesitating in the mouth and nostrils of these human faces.  Looking at the ground nearby, there are still many people sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, and many people are trying to wake up their companions.  Ning Qingling discovered that those who sat cross-legged in silence would not wake up due to external forces. Whenever someone opened their eyes and woke up, it seemed as if they had suddenly been frightened. They jumped up from the ground screaming strangely, with their faces exposed.  His face was horrified, his cheeks were pale, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, and his hands and feet were shaking.  This situation was as if this person had had a long nightmare and was suddenly awakened by the ghost in his dream.  Not long after that, the two masters and the Shushan disciple opened their eyes at the same time.  Shushan Xingtian and Master Danqing looked at each other and smiled, and they stood up. Master Danqing said to Ning Qingling: "You will wake up in a moment at most." Ning Qingling and Du Banshan breathed a sigh of relief and thanked them hurriedly.  Although they were full of doubts and wanted to ask questions, the two masters had already walked away in a hurry, and they probably had to rush to rescue the other Taoist disciples.  Not long after Xing Tian and Master Dan Qing left, Yu He suddenly felt murderous intent, and the surrounding area suddenly became a little colder.  The green sword popped out of its sheath with a "choking" sound.  Ning Qingling clenched her senior brother's hand, feeling that the muscles and bones in the palm were beating endlessly and the pulse was rising and falling, as if Yu He was fighting with someone with all his strength.  At this time, most of the Qingcheng disciples who were surrounding Yu He, Ning Qingling and Du Banshan followed Master Danqing and left. Only Chu Xuanying, Dong Daqi and a few others who were close friends with Yu He were still fighting for him.  Hengjian protector.  Many monks from the Taoist and Demonic sects opened their eyes and jumped up, collected their dead fellow disciples, and lined up again according to their sects.  Although there was no dispute between the two sides, there was a faint confrontation again.  The original builders of the figurines, Master Jinxia of the Huashan Immortal Sect, and Zhao Nanzi, both disappeared.  Suddenly, twelve figures came from the air and landed in front of Ning Qingling and Du Banshan. They were all holding long swords and filled with murderous intent.  Junior Sister Xiao Ning looked up and saw that it was the twelve red-bearded puppet monks who had transformed into "Elders of Huashan".  Chu Xuanying, Dong Daqi and others stepped forward to stop them, but these red beard puppet monks ignored them at all.  Twelve bright long swords were pointed directly at the Qingcheng monks who were blocking the road.  Du Banshan also stood up, holding the magic formula in his hand, ready to sacrifice the demon refining pot at any time.  Seeing that the situation had changed, Wei Xingge and Qi Zhao both brought dozens of Demon Sect masters and slowly moved closer.  Seeing that Qingcheng Seven Swordsman Dong Daqi, who was standing at the front, was about to draw his sword against the twelve puppet monks, Ning Qingling suddenly stood up.  She stretched out her hand, and Fu Xiqin, which was hanging in mid-air, fell into her arms. Junior Sister Xiao Ning's face was covered with frost, and she shouted in a deep voice: "Little girl, I would like to thank all the senior brothers for their kindness in protecting the law. It's just that this cause and effect originated from Qingling.  Now that my senior brother is sitting in silence, it is up to Qing Ling to pay the consequences. Please don¡¯t interfere, so as not to involve the disciples!¡± After that, junior sister Xiao Ning separated from the crowd, and she stood alone with a piano.  In front of the puppet monk.  When the twelve "Huashan Elders" wearing leather masks saw Ning Qingling coming out, they stood up with their swords without saying a word.  The cold light of the twelve long swords pierced through the air and struck at Ning Qingling's vital parts.  Du Banshan and others were about to help, but Junior Sister Xiao Ning flicked her sleeves, sat down cross-legged, and placed Fu Xiqin in front of her knees.  But seeing her stretch out her slender hand,With a finger as bright as a orchid, he lightly swept a finger on the single string of Fuxi Qin. All the monks around him staggered back three steps. Even Du Banshan, who was protected by the demon refining pot, felt stuffy in his chest and breathless.  Blood boils.  Don¡¯t look at the innate treasure Fuxi Qin, which only has a single string, but the sound produced by this Qin is contrary to its innocence. It is known as the "sound from ancient times".  The sound of the strings all originates from the original sound of all phenomena in the universe, just like the drizzle in spring, the thunder in summer, the strong wind in autumn, and the heavy snow in winter.  As soon as the strings of the piano moved, the whole world was shocked. But if you listen carefully again, it seems like there is no sound. This is exactly in line with the Taoist meaning of loud and clear sounds, clear and subtle sounds, and enlightenment.  Junior Sister Xiao Ning had a clear understanding of the subject. As soon as her fingers touched the strings of the Fuxi Qin, the playing method of this "ancestor of all sounds" naturally emerged in the sea of ??consciousness.  A piece of "Eternal Ancient Ballads" broke through the silence. Each syllable in it seemed to have passed through hundreds of millions of years. It came from the beginning of the world and the beginning of chaos. There was a sadness that the world and the earth were in silence during the three tribulations of the Great Way.  The meaning envelopes the world, and everyone who hears it is moved and feels sad in their hearts.  ?Looking at the twelve red-bearded puppet monks, they all froze in mid-air.  Junior Sister Xiao Ning waved her hand gently, and Fu Xiqin made a long trembling sound. The monks from the two surrounding Baibu Demon Sect couldn't help but put their hands to cover their ears, and fled away.  Seeing that twelve long swords were fixed three feet in front of Ning Qingling, starting from the tip of the sword, they turned into iron filings inch by inch, scattering all over the ground.  Even masters such as Qingcheng and Shushan¡¯s leader, King Yama of the Tenth Palace of the Northwest Demon Sect, quickly held their breaths and concentrated on themselves, not daring to let the sound of Fuxi Qin arouse their minds.  Du Banshan's face turned green and white. He let out a strange cry and ran away a hundred steps away with the demon refining pot in his arms. He muttered in his mouth: "Two masters, even if you two are as good at things as you are.  It¡¯s better to tell all the disciples that Junior Sister Ning was born to be a psychic with this ancient divine harp, but who knew that she could be psychic to such an extent? Playing music for others costs money, but Junior Sister Ning¡¯s music for playing really costs people¡¯s lives.  You can¡¯t listen to this, you absolutely can¡¯t listen to it!¡± With a huff, the only one left within a hundred steps of Ning Qingling was the unconscious Yu He.  The rest of the people all looked horrified and stayed away. They covered their ears and stared at the scene.  The teachers of each sect all sacrificed their precious treasures, fearing that if one of them was not careful, their disciples would be shaken out of their wits by the sound of the piano.  I saw the twelve "Elders of Huashan" suddenly started waving and kicking to the tune of "Eternal Ballads". Their movements were very clumsy and ugly, like uncivilized ancestors dancing to worship the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth.  dance.  While twisting their bodies, these people beat and scratched themselves with their hands. As the "Eternal Ballad" played to a passionate point, the strength of their hands gradually increased.  Hearing the sound of tearing silk, the twelve people tore their clothes and the leather masks on their faces to pieces. They were all naked and were dancing wildly.  The Taoist and Demon monks who were watching the battle saw a strange dark red figure painted on the backs of these "Elders of Huashan". Judging from the strange pattern, they must have come from the Huyi land in the far west.  weird tricks.  From this, the true identities of these twelve people are naturally self-evident.  The Huashan Immortal Sect monks present were all criticized by their colleagues around them, but they themselves were kept in the dark and really didn't know how to tell the difference.  These twelve puppet monks kept moving, and then used their nails to scrape blood marks one after another on their bodies, as if they were itching everywhere and wanted to scratch their skin to pieces and tear off their muscles, bones, flesh and blood.  Fortunately, Junior Sister Xiao Ning has always been kind-hearted. Even if these puppet monks had to be killed, she still couldn't bear to see the tragic scene of dripping blood and bones.  I saw the index fingers of both hands picking up, and the single string of Fuxi Qin made a rumble of thunder, like a series of spring thunder rolling across the sky.  Looking at these puppet monks, they suddenly stretched out their hands to grab their own throats and necks, and twisted their wrists. Suddenly, the neck bones of twelve people were shattered, they turned over and fell down, dying.  With both hands pressing a single string, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.  But after a long time, no one dared to get even half a step closer.  Ning Qingling looked around with a blush on her face.  She was about to get up and say something when she suddenly heard a "pop" from behind her. She turned around and saw that Yu He had already turned over and fell down. There was a looming black air in the center of his eyebrows, and the breath between his mouth and nose had been cut off.  Junior Sister Xiao Ning thought she was not familiar with the Fuxi Qin and accidentally hurt her senior brother.  She put Bao Qin aside, turned around and hugged Yu He's shoulders. The corners of her mouth twitched, and tears fell in series.  Du Banshan, Wei Xingge, Qi Zhao, and the two masters from Shushan Qingcheng flew over at the same time, each stretched out a palm and pressed Yu He's acupoint.  After a long while, Xing Tian and Master Dan Qing frowned and sighed at the same time, shaking their heads.  "I beg you two real people to save my senior brother. Qingling is willing to be a cow or a horse to repay you!" Ning Qingling's eyes were red and swollen, and she almost burst into tears.     "greenLing, this is not your fault, but something went wrong on his own.  "Master Danqing stretched out his finger and printed a calming and clearing talisman on Ning Qingling's forehead. The old Taoist priest said word by word: "You may also be able to guess a little bit. Those who sit in silence and have difficulty waking up are actually  He was struck by the congenital dream-entrusting curse and fell silent in a dream, unable to extricate himself.  And there is another mystery here, which can actually make countless people's dreams connect together. Whether they are crazy or crazy, everyone realizes their obsession with cause and effect in their dreams.  If you want to wake up, you must either die in the dream, or fulfill the cause and effect in the dream and eliminate all evil thoughts.  Senior Brother Xingtian and I had just given a helping hand to Yu He and eradicated the evil spirits for him. We thought that he would wake up immediately if we put an end to the cause and effect.  But now I'm afraid something has happened. He has now fallen into a 'dream within a dream'. Senior Brother Xingtian and I are helpless. If he wants to wake up again, it all depends on whether he can fully realize it!  "
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