The young man in white was very handsome, with a black mole at the corner of his eye, which looked even more distinct against his fair skin. He looked distant and indifferent. Standing outside the door, Lu Ming's heart was stirred. The young man in white was clearly He Qingci when he was young.
Lu Ming was a little confused by the scene in front of him. If he didn't know clearly in his mind that he was in the illusion array of Tianze Secret Realm, he would have thought that he had accidentally traveled to the scene of a film crew.
At this time, the young man in brocade clothes heard what the young man in white clothes said just now, and immediately lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "If I can save the lives of tens of thousands of people, what's the harm even if I take my life?"
The young man in white laughed softly, a trace of mockery flashed across his eyes, and he said lightly: "You don't have to be so anxious to answer me. People are always like this, saying one thing with their mouths, but thinking another in their hearts. You and I only have a verbal alliance, why should I believe you?"
The young man in brocade clothes looked up at him, his eyes calm but firm. He spoke word by word, "As a king, I have my responsibilities and my duties. This was destined from the moment my father passed the throne to me. No one is not afraid of death, but some things are more important than life. If you don't believe me, I am willing to swear to heaven that if I break my promise one day, I will be cut into pieces and my soul will be shattered."
The young man in white was slightly stunned, then he laughed: "I didn't say I had to take your life. Well, what's the harm in trusting you once?"
After that, he pulled out a bag from his waist and silently recited a few words. Suddenly, a puff of white smoke drifted in front of the young man. When the smoke gradually dissipated, a huge bronze tripod engraved with strange patterns suddenly appeared in front of the few people.
The young man in brocade clothes looked at the bronze tripod in surprise and asked, "Excuse me, Immortal Lord, what is this tripod?"
The young man smiled and said, "This is the Shennong Ding, which belonged to the ancient Shennong clan. Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs for the sake of life and used this cauldron to refine hundreds of medicines. Over time, the essence of countless spiritual medicines accumulated in this cauldron. As long as you use the Shennong Ding to refine medicinal herbs, you can easily refine peerless magical medicines that even immortals cannot obtain."
The young man in brocade clothes was shocked, with surprise flashing in his eyes. He said excitedly: "So, if we use this Shennong Ding to refine a magic medicine and let the patient take it, we can stop the plague from spreading further."
The young man nodded, his eyes calm and he said, "I will only lend you this tripod for seven days. After seven days, I will come here to take back the Shennong Ding. Don't forget."
The young man in brocade clothes immediately bowed to the boy and said solemnly: "Thank you for your help. If this Shennong Ding can save thousands of people in the human world, I will definitely build a temple for you, name you the Savior Saint, erect a stone tablet for your merits, and receive incense and worship all year round. Moreover, if you are in trouble in the future, I will give you everything I have, and I will never break my promise."
The corners of the boy's mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes suddenly drifted far away, as if he was thinking, or as if he was mocking himself. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "What use are these worldly things to me? If you can't practice Zen without leaving the world, you can't avoid the secular world when you realize the truth. If you leave and don't know how to return, the trapped beast will still fight."
The young man in brocade clothes savored the meaning of these words, but he had no idea what they meant. When he raised his head and wanted to ask the other party, he found that the young man in white had already disappeared in the hall, leaving only the Shennong Ding that could save thousands of people.
Lu Ming, who was standing outside the palace gate, also heard the words that He Qingci had just said, and felt a little sad in his heart. From the moment he became He Qingci, after experiencing so many conspiracies and calculations, he seemed to gradually understand the meaning of the words of the young man in white. He Qingci entered the devil's way and took human lives lightly, but he also did good deeds to save lives. He Qingci was as contradictory as a beast trapped in a cage, longing to be redeemed, but unable to open the door of the cage and get out of the predicament. The light he longed for had never been ignited for him, hurting others but also hurting himself. So that in the end, when he was stabbed by Sang Wusheng, did he feel not the fear of death, but the relief after finally destroying himself?
Lu Ming took a deep breath and suppressed the realization in his heart. Perhaps only by putting oneself in his shoes could one truly understand his silent grief.
Lu Ming turned and left the palace gate, his eyes were a little vague, but he was very concerned about the scene just now. If this was just an illusion he had woven, why did he see these scenes that were not in his memory? One was an emperor with the same appearance as himself, and the other was He Qingci who accidentally entered the human world when he was young. These two people seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but because of a verbal covenant, the relationship became inextricably linked. I just don't know what this has to do with him.
Could it be that what he originally thought was just an accidental death led him into this book by chance? Could it be that all he thought was just an illusion? Or perhaps there was another reason that brought him into this world to help He Qingci finish his destined extraordinary life?
Lu Ming felt that his brain was a little confused, and decided not to think about it for the time being. Jing Mo might also be trapped in this strange illusion. The most important thing for him now is to quickly escape from this illusion and find Jing Mo.
Lu Ming remembered that there were roughly two types of illusions in the Tianze Secret Realm. One was caused by the inner demons, and one needed to defeat the inner fragility to escape the control of the illusion; the other was the real past sealed in memory, like a mirage, reflecting one's own life, but forgotten. If it was the latter, one only needed to release the surging spiritual energy to break through the cage of the illusion, and then one could quickly escape from the predicament.
Lu Ming thought that his situation did not seem to be caused by a demon in his heart, and it was probably caused by the second one. Even he himself did not know where this part of memory came from.
Lu Ming sat down after running errands, closed his eyes, and poured spiritual energy into his body. A faint halo appeared around him, surrounding him. When most of the spiritual energy was released, he opened his eyes again with a heavy breath. The palace and high walls in front of him had disappeared, and Lu Ming was back on the narrow stone road again.
At this moment, the space in front of him seemed to be torn apart, and a chubby little dragon suddenly appeared in front of him. Before Lu Ming could react, it jumped onto Lu Ming's shoulder, wagging its tail, and said happily: "Master, you finally came out of the illusion!"
Lu Ming frowned and said: "You finally showed up. When we get out of this secret realm, I have something important to ask you."
233 looked a little unnatural and said, "According to the system regulations, I have the right to remain silent..."
When Lu Ming heard this, he glared at him fiercely. 233 was so frightened that his whole body stiffened. He trembled and said, "Master, please be patient. As long as it does not violate the system regulations, I will tell you everything I know!"
Lu Ming nodded with satisfaction and said as he walked: "Can you locate Xiao Mo's exact location? He is probably trapped in this illusion array as well."
Hearing this, 233 pouted unhappily and said, "Why do you care about him so much? He is not a good person at all! He, he is xxxxxx! Ah! Why am I banned again? System, come out and talk to you about life!"
Lu Ming shook his head helplessly and sighed. He could not get any information from 233 about Jing Mo's whereabouts after trying for a long time, so he had to drive 233 back to the space in anger. The poor little Feilong stared at him aggrievedly for a long time, then ran into the space with a pursed mouth and tears in his eyes.
Lu Ming walked back for a while, but he didn't see any trace of Jing Mo. He began to feel uneasy, thinking something was going to happen. This feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, until about half an hour later, he finally found Jing Mo lying not far away.
Lu Ming's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly used his spiritual energy to fly forward and pull Jing Mo up from the ground.
Jing Mo's face looked very bad. His face was frighteningly pale, with beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks to his neck. His brows were furrowed, and his expression of pain was clearly visible.
Lu Ming hurriedly patted his cheek and called out, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
Jing Mo seemed to be still immersed in pain and did not hear Lu Ming's call at all. He held Lu Ming's hand tightly with his right hand, as if it was a life-saving straw. His nails were deeply embedded in Lu Ming's palm, but he still refused to let go.
Lu Ming's palm was pinched until it bled and he was in so much pain that tears were about to come out, but Jing Mo held it tightly and he couldn't break free no matter what. He had to let him hold him, and then he poured spiritual energy into the palm of his palm and slowly transferred it into Jing Mo's hand.
Unfortunately, the spiritual energy could not enter Jing Mo's body at all, as if it was blocked by a thin film, and was completely interrupted as soon as it reached the place where the skin touched.
Lu Ming had no choice but to call Jing Mo's name again, over and over again, trying to wake Jing Mo up. Jing Mo seemed to have heard Lu Ming's voice, and opened his eyes slightly, with tears in his eyes. He looked at Lu Ming sadly, and called him brother with a trembling voice, but closed his eyes again and fell into a nightmare again, looking even more painful than before.
Lu Ming's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately reached his hand to his wrist, only to find that Jing Mo's spiritual energy was gradually dissipating. If the spiritual energy continued to dissipate like this, his life would definitely be in danger.
"Is he trapped in an illusion and unable to get out?" 233 appeared out of nowhere, raised his head proudly, and asked Lu Ming.
Lu Ming nodded and asked hurriedly: "Is there any way to save him?"
233 pouted and said, "There is a way, but the master might die because of it, so I'd better not tell you."
The corners of Lu Ming's mouth twitched, and then he said: "If you tell me the method, I will immediately promise you to find a suitable Taoist partner for me to practice dual cultivation."
233 froze when he heard that, and shouted excitedly: "Master, are you sure?! Whether it's a man or a woman?!"
Lu Ming held his forehead helplessly and gritted his teeth and said, "I am sure and certain that it will be fine regardless of whether it is a man or a woman!"
233 was so happy that she almost jumped up and said excitedly: "Master, please rest assured, I won't be so crazy as to find a man for you to practice with! I will find you a beautiful woman later! Yes, she is a hundred times more beautiful than Hua Tui, and she will completely outshine Sang Wusheng's harem!"
Lu Ming said weakly: "How much do you hate Sang Wusheng? Tell me how to save Xiaomo!"
233 cleared his throat and said seriously, "The only way to save Sang Wu... ahem, Jing Mo is for the master to enter his illusion and regain his consciousness within a certain period of time, and get him out of trouble. But at the same time, if the master cannot successfully regain his consciousness, you will be trapped in the illusion and never get out again. Even if Jing Mo wakes up again through his own consciousness one day, you still can't come back from the illusion. Are you really willing to take this risk?"
Lu Ming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Of course, tell me how to get in."
233 looked at Lu Ming with resentment and said sadly: "Master is really the stupidest person I have ever seen in my life."
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