Chapter 253 A Hundred Years of Life and Death
Outside the capital city, on a lonely cliff.
It was already winter, but the sound of the river was still surging, and it had not frozen with the flying snow.
The trees on both sides of the bank are still green as before, and they look older and older under the dim light of the sky.
Gu Zhuo was sitting on the edge of the cliff. Next to him was a tea stove that had been moved from nowhere. The silver charcoal was burning in it, creating a flame and bringing warmth.
The tea makes a gurgling sound as it boils. It's not pleasant to listen to, but it's different after all.
He looked at the divine capital in the distance, and his eyes seemed to be able to reflect all the scenes there, whether they were false or real.
The lone moon was already incomplete, and the sword light's momentum had not lost even half a cent, but it eventually lost its original brightness, and the dejection could not be concealed.
Just like what the Empress said to Lin Wanyi, more than 70% of the outcome of the battle between Qing Xiaoyue and Sword Dao Nanzong is that they will die together.
In the divine capital city, in the ordinary alleys, the fight between Wuyou Mountain and the Tianxun Division became more and more intense.
The former has a vague sense of having the upper hand, perhaps because the Sky Patrol Division was brutally dismembered last year, or perhaps because the people who once lived in the Sky Patrol Division are forced to stand on its opposite side this time.
The truth like knowing oneself and knowing the enemy will still be true after thousands of years.
However, the Sky Patrol Division has never been the only one in the capital of God. I believe that with the joint assistance of other departments, the current situation will soon change, and there is no possibility of it getting worse.
What's very interesting is that all this chaos and uneasiness has been hidden from the sight of most people by the silent understanding of both parties, leaving the people in front of the imperial city still having extravagant hopes for peace.
There was the sound of wheels rolling over the mountain road.
Gu Zhuo withdrew his gaze.
He lifted the teapot, let the fire show in the wind, and began to pour tea.
It's two cups.
The hot mist rose from the surface of the tea and was blown away at an extremely fast speed, as if it had never existed.
It is completely different from the dense fog on the island in the middle of the river in Yishui.
Therefore, it is reasonable for those who come to dislike it.
"How do you make this tea?"
Wang Ji took a sip, his voice full of disgust: "The taste is really messy."
Gu Zhuo didn't care and said calmly: "Next time you come and take a dip."
"Let's wait until next time."
Wang Ji put down his tea cup and asked the same question as Daoxiu, who was in front of Weiyang Palace in the city of God: "How long has the White Emperor been preparing for today?"
After hearing this, Gu Zhuo looked at him strangely and said, "How could I know?"
Wang Ji thought it seemed right.
Why did he still ask subconsciously?
At the same time, Emperor Bai also gave his own answer.
The answer is very clear.
——I don’t understand what you are talking about.
"It's impossible to admit something like this to your face."
Wang Ji sneered unceremoniously: "What Monk Naihe likes to do most is talk nonsense, and even people like Dao Xiu are no exception."
Gu Zhuo said: "After all, it's not time for them to take action yet."
The victory or defeat of the White Emperor and Dao Xiu will directly determine the final outcome of this war or coup.
Everything the two sides are doing now is essentially using all the means at their disposal to influence the final outcome as much as possible.
In other words, life and death other than those of the four immortals are irrelevant.
No matter Qing Xiaoyue or the Southern Sect of Kendo.
Even Pei Jinge and the scorching sun of the world.
Therefore, today is more like a coup that has been planned by both sides for a long time, rather than a real war.
A hundred years ago, in the war that swept the entire human world, although the emergence was extremely important, it could not determine everything like it is today - otherwise, how could the Taoist sect be defeated.
The snow on the cliff is flying like catkins, and there seems to be no end in sight.
Wang Ji watched this scene silently. The magnificent city in the distance that was built a hundred years ago suddenly said: "Do you know why I came?"
Gu Zhuo asked: "Why?"
Wang Ji said seriously: "Because I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."
Gu Zhuo was slightly startled, thinking that I don't want to hold you.
The next moment, he reacted and said: "Do you think I will die today?"
"A fire at the city gate affects the fish in the pond. Aren't you the fattest fish?"
"I know you might stand up, but you have to watch until the end no matter what. Then shouldn't I be afraid of death and the debt will be wiped out?"
Wang Ji rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Why else would I push a wheelchair thousands of miles and work so hard to get here? Do you really think I have nothing to do?"
Gu Zhuo was not embarrassed, after all, he was the one who owed the debt.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Wang Ji poured himself a cup of tea, took another sip, and suddenly said: "The temple master went to Xuandu before."
Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I don't know."
Wang Ji said: "For the morning and evening bell."
Gu Zhuo glanced at him.
"You should know that after Bai Nanming died, the master of the nunnery came to Yishui and hoped that I could take action today. I did not refuse completely. The conditions given were very simple."
Wang Ji continued: "As long as the Dawn and Dusk Bell appears, I will stand on their side."
Gu Zhuo smiled and asked: "What if the Dawn and Dusk Bells appeared because of the White Emperor?"
Wang Ji couldn't laugh after hearing this, and felt a little strange, and said, "Is this a joke?"
"Yeah."
Gu Zhuo said warmly: "According to what you said before, right after her death, I really can't find a reason to let the morning and evening bells ring today."
Wang Ji thought that this was indeed the case.
"And..."
Gu Zhuo's smile gradually faded and he said: "I promised one person that today I will watch with cold eyes until the end."
Wang Ji remained silent, thinking that person should be Bai Nanming.
Then he thought about the past a hundred years ago, and with many emotions in his heart, he threw the undrinkable cup of tea into the air.
The tea fell into the water and disappeared without a trace.
Gu Zhuo looked at the old man.
Wang Ji took out a pot of wine from somewhere, threw it to him, and said: "It is a rare event in the world. At this time, you should drink wine, not tea."
Gu Zhuo said: "It makes sense."
After saying this, he raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
When the wine enters the throat, the spicy taste spreads instantly.
In the distance, the sound of Shendu kept coming with the wind, reaching the cliff here.
Just outside the cliff, in layers of dense forests.
The former boss stood on an ancient tree, also holding a pot of wine in his hand, drinking it slowly.
His eyes never left the divine capital for a moment, and the corner of his eyes always stayed on that lonely cliff. His eyes were not indifferent, but a kind of warm love that was almost intoxicating.
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The questions and answers in front of Weiyang Palace did not last too long.
His Majesty the Emperor did not admit any reason for planning in advance. No matter how profound his words were, he could not change his decision.
This unsurprising failure has calmed down the anxious heads of many aristocratic families, because at this moment there is truly no turning back, life and death are all decided now.
Realizing this, the people in front of the temple no longer hesitated and did what they should do now.
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The Song family has a reputation that cannot be ignored in the gods. In the days before the big court meeting, countless people came to visit, as if they were trying to break through the iron threshold in one go.
All he wants is for the contemporary head of the Song family to put his name in front of the Weiyang Palace, opposite His Majesty the Emperor.
However, until the last moment, when the head of the family faced the facts presented by various lobbyists and the Queen's indifferent and cold-blooded attitude towards the family, he still did not give up his loyalty.
This decision impressed many people.
Therefore, when the prime minister said those words in front of Weiyang Palace, the aristocratic families on the side of the sect naturally began to think of the Song family and decided to use this as a counterattack.
More importantly, according to the information provided by Wuyou Mountain, one of the formation hubs of the Shendu Formation is located in the Song Garden.
The Imperial City Formation has not yet been fully activated, and no matter how huge the flying boat that casts shadows in the sky is, it will not be able to completely block the messages transmitted through various means.
Then the closed door of the Song family was broken open, and the rumbling sound was like thunder, resounding throughout half of the divine city, and could not be covered up at all.
The powerful worshipers who were loyal to various aristocratic families walked into it, and then met the Song family members who looked unsurprised, as well as the court officials who had been waiting for them, and a fight began.
Song Jinglun broke through to the state of mind at the end of this autumn. There is still a huge gap between him and the real strong man, but he cannot stay out of this life-and-death situation.
He had experienced life and death in Wangjing City, and thought that there would be no surprises today. However, when he saw with his own eyes that his best friend who had been drinking at the same table not long ago broke into his home with a stranger, following the old memory Walking towards the rockery in the garden, the strong feeling of confusion and absurdity surged into his heart once again, and he could not erase it at all.
Across the corridor, we looked at each other from afar, but in the end we didn't say a word.
The only things left for the two of them are life and death.
The battle did not last long and ended with a tragic victory for the imperial court.
Song Jinglun's face was pale and he kept coughing, and blood spattered from his lips.
He stood in front of his best friend who was unable to resist, ready to kill.
At this moment, the close friend used his last strength to hug his thigh and cried bitterly: "I just don't want to die, and I don't want to come here. This is not my decision. You can Let me live..."
Song Jinglun was stunned. The hand holding the sword slowly lost strength and no longer held it tightly.
The close friend seemed to feel his wavering and continued to cry and beg.
The sound of wailing mixed with the sounds of fighting scattered throughout the Song family, and when they were almost indistinguishable... they stopped suddenly.
A cold light flew past.
What followed was a splash of blood.
Song Jinglun suddenly opened his eyes wide, and before he could do anything, the paleness on his face was wiped away by the bright red.
"You had a meal with him a few days ago. Why do you think he wanted to have that meal with you?"
The voice of seeking knowledge came from not far away, and it was very weak.
Song Jinglun looked over and saw that his belly and clothes were all stained red. Looking deeper, he could even see the scenery behind him.
Qiuzhi laughed at himself and said: "I was hurt because I had the same idea as you."
After saying this, he dragged his staggering steps towards the garden and continued to guard the formation pivot.
Song Jinglun followed.
"What will happen to the Lin family?"
"I don't know."
"What will happen to us?"
"That depends on what will happen in the palace in the end. The only thing people like you and me can do now is to pray sincerely. Apart from that, there is no more use."...
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The reputation of the Lin family in the divine capital is far inferior to that of the Song family, and it has little to do with their strength. It is mainly due to their low profile.
If it weren't for the Queen, most people wouldn't care about the Lin family, but today is an exception.
Because on the day that the Lin family decided to side with the sect, a decree was secretly transmitted from the palace or the royal study room.
The meaning is very clear and cannot be misunderstood.
——Everyone in the Lin family was executed.
This decree was faithfully conveyed to the Sky Patrol Division, to the City Gate Division, to the Royal Forest Army... to the ears of those who would walk in the streets and alleys of Shendu today, and then was faithfully implemented.
Behind the closed door of the Lin family, the majestic pavilions of the mansion were filled with corpses. The bloody water had been covered with powdery snow several times, but it still couldn't hide the red color seeping out of it.
Before the incident, no one in the Lin family could have imagined that the imperial court would use such huge power to wipe out their whole family, and they would be caught off guard and suffer heavy casualties.
A flash of fire lit up the sky.
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The Lin family's tall building is collapsing and turning into ashes.
Lin Qianshui stood in the building, feeling the scorching waves of flames coming from all directions. He looked at the deacons from the Tianxian Department who were guarding outside and remained silent.
Her face was already dirty, no longer as beautiful as usual, and there were wounds all over her body.
She knew she was going to die, and thinking about what Lin Wanyi had said when she entered the capital of gods, she didn't feel the anger that she felt after being deceived, but she felt an inexplicable and intense feeling of sadness in her heart.
The corners of her lips raised slightly, and she smiled sadly, preparing to die more beautifully.
At this moment, the wind and snow suddenly became violent.
It was as if the snowflakes all over the sky were turning into water and extinguishing fire with some invisible will.
The deacon of the Tianxian Department who was in charge of guarding outside the building suddenly looked serious and began to be on guard.
It's just that they are in heaven and earth, how can they guard against the wind and snow?
A snowflake silently passed through the throats of two of them, and blood lines emerged, instantly congealed into ice, and then spread.
The next moment, the two heads fell down like ripe persimmons,
Bang.
The two deacons of the Tianxian Division, who were in the state of spiritual cultivation, died like weeds on the roadside.
Lin Qianshui opened his eyes wide and looked at the strange figure with an expression of disbelief.
The man didn't say anything. He stepped into the burning wooden building and disappeared into the sea of fire with her as if he were in a leisurely courtyard.
When the real strong man in charge of the Lin family in the imperial court came here by telepathy, except for the headless corpses of the two subordinates, no more unnecessary matters could be found.
He silently watched the tall buildings collapse, and the black smoke rising from the burning reached the sky. He said numbly: "He is a person with a view of purity."
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Yes, the person who saved Lin Qianshui was Chu Jun.
After seeing the letter, she listened to the rain all night under the eaves, and finally decided to rush to the divine capital.
It's not about winning or losing, it's just that she believes that when she has the power to protect herself, she should try to keep her friends, such as Lin Wanyi, out of the situation as much as possible.
This is what she wants to do.
That's all.
So when those unfamiliar faces died wailing and the whole mansion was stained red with blood, Chu Jun did nothing until Lin Qianshui, whom he had met several times before, did nothing.
After leaving the Lin family's mansion, the two walked on the street.
The gods are very lively.
On the long street, people were passing by in a hurry.
Under the sky, countless aristocratic families were burned to ashes today.
The battle between the Great Qin court and the sects of the world was no longer dark, and was finally truly exposed to the light of day and in people's eyes.
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"Today..."
Lin Wanyi's voice became very difficult: "How many people will die?"
Her eyes no longer fell on the square outside the temple, but looked through the window to the sky.
The snow is still falling, but the sky is bright.
The clouds are red, are they being burned by human fire?
Or maybe it's blood light?
There was silence in Weiyang Palace.
His Majesty the Emperor said: "There will be a specific number when the dust settles."
Lin Wanyi thought, it seems like this.
She would not doubt the truth or falsehood of that number, she just felt that...it turns out that the vast majority of people who died today can only be reduced to a number without self.
All this is just to give you a little more chance of winning in the final battle.
The queen's voice sounded, still gentle.
"Feeling ridiculous?"
"It's hard not to."
Lin Wanyi said softly: "Because I am a human being."
The Queen smiled slightly and said: "I think this is a very indifferent thing."
Lin Wanyi was startled, turned to look at her, and asked: "Why?"
"Practice is a real thing."
The Empress said warmly: "There are differences between people that cannot be ignored, and their levels of life are absolutely different. If you are aspiring to the great road, you should learn to ignore the death of ordinary people early on."
Lin Wanyi didn't know what to say.
This statement sounds reasonable.
After all, that's what it is.
The next moment, she thought of what she had said to Lin Qianshui in the carriage not long ago, and her Taoist heart became firm again.
The opinions of others should not be the world in her eyes. If she reaches the top of the road, she should do it to make the world a better place.
His Majesty the Emperor's voice rang out.
"Wrong."
"If you really stand at the top of the world one day, then the most gentle thing you can do to the world is to do nothing."
"As long as you have the intention to change the world, the fate of countless people is destined to be changed by you, and when you look back, you will often find that it was not a good result."
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His eyes were a little vacant, and he recalled the distant past and said with emotion: "This old thing happened a hundred years ago, a similar thing happened hundreds of years ago, and the same thing happened several to four thousand years ago."
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Lin Wanyi was stunned.
His Majesty the Emperor looked at her and said calmly: "This world is too heavy and has its own ruts. That is the way forward. Don't try to change the path it chooses by yourself, otherwise you will be crushed to death by this world."
For some reason, Lin Wanyi knew that this sentence was meant for her, but it felt like he was talking to himself.
The conversation ends here.
The fighting in the divine capital is still going on, and people are dying all the time. Blood is constantly overflowing from the doors of every house, slowly dyeing the ancient blue bricks on the streets red.
There was no silence in front of Weiyang Palace, and even the flying snow could not cover up the noise.
At the prime minister's instruction, General Wang no longer used harsh methods to restrict people in front of the palace from communicating with the outside world.
So all kinds of situations fell on everyone's ears like snow flakes in a very short period of time, bringing bad news one after another.
The Song family failed to capture, the Lin family was almost wiped out, and the secret hidden in the City Gate Division failed to stir up trouble... If Wuyou Mountain hadn't shown its astonishing combat power today, the situation would have completely collapsed.
Beforehand, everyone knew that this would be an extremely difficult war, but most people judged it to be a stalemate, a long war of attrition in which victory would be won with lives and blood.
However...the truth is so cruel.
Many members of the family became extremely pale, lost their minds, and almost fell to their knees.
Daoxiu and the nunnery master did not speak, and his expression was always calm.
But the viewer spoke.
"The City of Gods."
He said with emotion: "It is indeed His Majesty's divine capital."
No matter how you listen to it, it sounds like nonsense.
However, in the ears of a very small number of people, it has a profound meaning.
His Majesty the Emperor said: "With the example of his body and soul being destroyed, how can I dare not to let the gods be my own city?"
The viewer said: "It's just that in my opinion, even if Xuandu was his Xuandu, the ending will still not change."
There was an uproar in front of the palace.
Only then did people realize that he was the Taoist in the words.
It is known to the whole world that the details of the battle in Xuandu are all mentioned in the history books, and no redundant ink is given.
Is this mystery going to be revealed today? !
The bright sun in the world, which had always lowered its head since entering the palace, slowly raised its head while listening to the conversation in the wind and snow, with bright light in its eyes.
Even as proud as he was, he still had great curiosity about the truth of that decisive battle.
Daoxiu recalled the scene of that day and gently pronounced the Buddha's name, feeling filled with emotion.
The master of Changle Temple raised his head slightly, and his stone-like silent eyes bloomed with the warm light of life, just like flowers blooming.
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Outside the capital city, on a lonely cliff.
With an indifferent expression, Gu Zhuo held the wine bottle between two fingers and poured the liquor into his lips.
Wang Ji looked at his side face, worry gradually showing in his eyes.
Gu Zhuo put down his drink and suddenly asked: "Are you curious?"
Wang Ji laughed and said, "As long as you are willing to say it."
Gu Zhuo said: "I don't think that is anything interesting."
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"That's a very interesting thing."
The master of the temple stood in front of the Weiyang Palace, looking across a distance of hundreds of feet, and looked at the White Emperor and said: "Why is it interesting? Because that is probably something unprecedented in the history of spiritual practice."
His Majesty the Emperor said: "If I remember correctly, you didn't participate in that battle back then, so why are you feeling like you're there right now?"
The viewer's expression remained unchanged, as if he could not hear the irony in it, and said calmly: "It is precisely because I have never fought in person that I can be a clear observer and see the truth."
His Majesty the Emperor smiled and said: "For example?"
The viewer raised his head, looked at the sky dyed red with blood, and said thoughtfully: "For example, in the battle in Xuandu, the Taoist master did not die under the eldest princess's iron spear, but died from the execution of heaven."
After the words fell, the square in front of the temple fell into dead silence.
A long moment of silence.
His Majesty the Emperor's voice sounded again.
"Then what?"
The corners of the viewer's mouth slowly raised, revealing a complicated smile, and he said sadly: "Then, this is also the problem your Majesty faces."
(End of chapter)