Chapter 64064 I see Master Kongming’s forehead is black
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"Hey, Zhuang Rong'er!" A loud shout sounded behind him. Zhuang Rong'er paused slightly and stood still.
Wu Heng jumped down from the vermilion courtyard wall and bounded in front of her. His eyes were first locked on that calm face, and he felt increasingly strange in his heart.
Having not seen each other for many days, he was about to say something when the door a few steps away was pushed open again. The girl struggled to squeeze in, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Master! Why didn't you wait for me!"
Shu Qianhe, who had popped her head out, fell silent as soon as she saw Zhuang Rong'er. She trotted over, grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, stood back half a step, and signaled Wu Heng with her eyes to start the conversation.
Both of them were members of the Wuji Sect who were sent to rescue the Dazizai Palace. Although, like the main force, they had never gone deep into the underground palace occupied by the snake demon, they had also experienced a lot of fierce battles with many demons on the ground. Even though they had not suffered any injuries, they were inevitably in a miserable state.
Shu Qianhe's body was splattered with a lot of blood from the ferocious beast. She originally wanted to rest first, but unexpectedly, when she had only performed half of a cleansing spell, she saw Wu Heng slipping away against the direction of the crowd.
No one knows that he is not a ruthless person better than Shu Qianhe!
She immediately understood what he was going to do. After all, she had been as anxious as he was the moment she heard that Zhuang Rong'er from Cuihuan Valley and Saint Jing Huai had joined hands to subdue the snake demon!
However, Zhuang Rong'er, who acted as if nothing had happened, was so unexpected to them that it seemed to have directly blocked all their questions and curiosity.
Wu Heng cleared his throat and spoke first: "...Zhuang Rong'er, why are you here?"
As people of the right path, it is very reasonable for them to come to support the Mahāshtra Hall.
But the Chuihuan Valley was independent of the two sects, making it even more different from ordinary sects. Zhuang Rong'er had never been one to meddle in other people's affairs. Why was she here? And why was she there earlier than them?
“…”Zhuang Rong’er lowered her eyes.
She came for the blessing of the Cone of Rebirth, so that Jing Huai's residual soul could merge with his resurrected body, but now, is this still necessary?
All her efforts were to get Jing Huai back.
Now... can it be considered that the goal has been achieved?
Why is there only endless emptiness in her heart?
She remained silent. Wu Heng and Shu Qianhe stared at each other for two seconds, then, encouraged by his nephew's gaze, changed his question: "...Well, let me ask, what's wrong with your eyes? We met briefly at the foot of Wanjian Mountain earlier, and I didn't have time to ask about your condition. Why did your five senses become blocked then? And why hasn't your blindness healed?"
Zhuang Rong'er was still considerate this time. She shook her head as an answer.
It's just not clear whether this means she doesn't know or she doesn't want to say it.
Wu Heng couldn't get to the point, and Shu Qianhe was a little anxious. She quietly tugged at Wu Heng's sleeve, but Wu Heng forcefully pulled the sleeve away from her hand - if he wanted to ask something, he could ask it himself, he didn't want to ask that question!
Shu Qianhe realized Wu Heng's reluctance to cooperate. She could only laugh awkwardly twice, then asked softly in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Um, Master Zhuang, you know... the news of the saint's resurrection, right? You..."
She was so nervous that she didn't know how to organize her words, and Wu Heng also held his breath silently.
They all understood that this was an extremely sensitive issue, and any extreme reaction from Zhuang Ronger was reasonable.
So he asked while secretly preparing himself mentally, and even planned their escape route if the woman in front of him suddenly went crazy. However, Zhuang Rong'er's emotions remained calm. She just nodded and still refused to say a word.
At this moment, the courtyard door creaked open again, and a monk walked in with his head lowered, interrupting, "Master Zhuang, the abbot invites you in."
Shu Qianhe and Wu Heng were in a state of nervous tension, but after hearing this, they felt like they were rescued and had escaped.
Even though I didn't get anything out of the question, I still...
So they stared silently at Zhuang Rong'er as she left with the leading monk, until the courtyard gate was closed again, and then they both opened their tightly closed mouths again.
"Something's wrong!" Shu Qianhe frowned tightly, "This shouldn't be the case, right? Uncle Master?"
Wu Heng shook his head in an inscrutable manner and simply said, "Her reaction confirms to me that the so-called saint is truly not a knockoff..."
Wu Heng suddenly changed the subject and said, "Strangely enough, it's time for me to interrogate you. Before coming to the Great Freedom Palace, how did you know that this place had fallen and that Kong Mingdu himself was in danger?"
Shu Qianhe was stunned.
She hurriedly looked away and pretended to be calm, "Uncle Master, you know I'm well-informed and extremely intelligent! I've long since detected unusual movements among the demons around here, and I guessed that things might be out of control..."
Of course not.
But Li Ruohui's death made her recall the memories of her previous life.
In his previous life, Li Ruohui committed suicide in public after becoming possessed by a demon. His way of death was very similar to that of the Palace Master of Yingyue Palace in this life.
But the Palace Master of Yingyue Palace, who died in this life, was safe and sound in her previous life. There hadn't been any bizarre incidents like true and false goddesses or resurrected saints in her previous life... Or perhaps, no one had noticed? In any case, she didn't know.
Shu Qianhe almost thought that the deviation between this life and the previous life was too great, and the memory born from the reincarnation fish eye was no longer of any reference value to her.
However, the timing of Li Ruohui's death was too sensitive. Furthermore, there were rumors that Yu Changxiao, the current head of the Tianque Sect, had been assassinated. Suddenly, she recalled several powerful figures who had fallen in her past life...
In addition to Li Ruohui and Yu Changxiao, there is also Kong Ming.
Now that the crisis in the Mahāyāna Palace has been resolved, does it mean that Kongming has escaped death?
Shu Qianhe's heartbeat suddenly quickened. Ignoring Wu Heng's suspicion, she hurriedly pressed the issue, "Master, did you know about the assassination attempt on the Tianque Sect's leader? Yu Huansheng's injuries should have healed by now, but he hasn't been seen in ages. Even the resurrection of the Saint didn't alarm him. Could it be...that something has happened to Yu Changxiao? He should still be around, right?!"
Wu Heng suppressed all his expression, stared at her intently for a moment, and then replied, "You really are well-informed."
But he refused to reveal any additional information.
Shu Qianhe's heart skipped a beat. Facing Wuheng's sidelong glance, she gritted her teeth and said, "I, I see that Master Kongming's forehead is also black, and I'm afraid that something bad will happen to him too..."
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Kongming sat on the cushion, his cheeks were pale and his forehead was dark blue, and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was seriously injured.
After Zhuang Rong'er walked in, he opened his eyelids and thanked her again: "Thank you for your help, Valley Master. If it weren't for what you did today, I'm afraid we would have already been buried in the snake's belly. I have no way to repay this kindness... Valley Master, please take a seat."
Zhuang Rong'er sat on the cushion beside him, took out something from her Qiankun bag, and placed it on the ground silently.
It was an ordinary piece of bone.
It is no different from the spine of an ordinary person, with a compact structure, smooth bone surfaces and sharp edges.
It was even darker than ordinary bones, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years.
This is the spine that does not decay.
Kong Ming was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha. Amidst the calamity, a single thought of compassion can bring salvation. Master Zhuang's contribution is deeply engraved in my heart, and so should the heavens and the earth."
As monks, they used the blessing of the Rebirth Cone as a bargaining chip to "threaten" Zhuang Rong'er to hand over the incorruptible bones that she had obtained with her own hands. It is really shameful to say.
But everything is for the benefit of the people of the world. To dispel the corpse poison, we all rely on this antidote...
Kongming closed his eyes and sighed softly, then flicked his sleeve and took the Unchanging Bone into his palm.
"Valley Master, please hand the Rebirth Awl to me, and I will personally protect it..."
“…No need.” Zhuang Ronger said in a low voice.
Her response was a little slow and her expression was a little bored.
Kong Ming stopped talking and looked at her quietly. Without asking why, he asked, "What caused the Valley Master's eye disease?"
"……Accident."
"Oh?" Kong Ming paused. "From what I see, it seems he was injured by a unique energy. This kind of energy is not something that can be affected by ordinary people... The last time I saw something like this was a hundred years ago... on Jing Yixu."
Jing Yixu's name made Zhuang Rong'er raise her head slightly, but she didn't look very focused.
She looked the same from beginning to end, as if she was wandering in the sky, like an empty shell.
Kong Ming wanted to point it out, so he pondered for a moment before continuing, "That year, Jing Yixu traveled in the secular world and took in a disciple. When he passed by my Great Freedom Palace, he came to ask me for the Buddha Mirror."
As he spoke, he pulled out a very small and light piece of blue-gray wood from his robe with his skinny hands and held it towards Zhuang Rong'er.
"The Buddha Mirror can brighten the eyes and purify the mind. Jing Yixu used it for three days and regained his clarity of mind... Perhaps the Valley Master also needs it."
"...You said that Jing Yixu had eye disease when he accepted him as his disciple?" Zhuang Rong'er seemed to come back to life a little. She turned around and faced Kong Ming, holding the pagoda mirror, and frowned a little.
Seeing that she understood what he meant, Kong Ming nodded in agreement and glanced out the window: "The injury Jing Yixu suffered in the past is similar to the eye injury the Valley Master is suffering from now... I suspect this may be related to the Saint, right?"
Zhuang Rong'er didn't say anything.
But Kongming saw that her tightly closed lips were trembling slightly, and the ring finger of her left hand was also shaking.
"Valley Master..."
He wanted to say something else, but Zhuang Rong'er suddenly stood up from the mat and rushed out without giving him a chance to stay.
Some of the blood that he had tried hard to suppress flowed out of Kongming's mouth, and he sighed helplessly.
He never asked the question he wanted to ask the most.
He closed his eyes and continued to recite scriptures. He knew that he should not doubt the "saint", but he found it difficult to stop the suspicion caused by the mud and blood.
...Is the saint really a saint?
Is the saint's return really to save the world again?
"Kongming, why do you have to worry so much? What does the life and death of other people have to do with you?" There was a sound of footsteps in the empty room, and a fat monk walked slowly towards him with a smile on his face.
No one knew when he walked in, but he was already beside Kongming quietly.
He patted Kongming's shoulder, his gesture rather familiar, "Life and death in this world are all matters after your death... Even if the world were to fall, you would know nothing in your grave. Why bother yourself with troubles..."
“…”
"Do you think it's right, Junior Brother?"
Veins bulged on Kongming's forehead. He took a quick breath and recited the scriptures even louder, but it was difficult not to pay attention to this old person who was transformed by the Nightmare Lady.
Yes, he knew clearly that the person in front of him was just Nightmare Queen, not the real one, but he couldn't help but be dragged into the quagmire of memories by it.
"Kongming, you don't even dare to look at me. Your guilty conscience is truly repulsive..."
As Yan Ji finished speaking, Kong Ming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
It seemed that he really would not survive today.
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