The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 16

Wei Jin stood there, unable to speak for a long time.

If it is said that Kong Ming is a person who values ​​love and righteousness, he has killed innocent Taoist children to prove the way, and even killed two apprentices who were raised by himself.

If he is said to be cold-hearted, but he wants to do everything possible to revive his fallen fellow disciples and return to the past.

What exactly is he plotting?

The door closed with a creak, and the disciples surrounded Kong Ming and left, the footsteps became farther and farther away, and the side hall became empty and silent.

Jin Lin immediately stood up, took out a handful of yellow talisman papers from his sleeve, placed them next to the copper tripod incense burner in the middle, and muttered the mantra.

Wei Jin was still kneeling on the ground, looking at him blankly: "Really, real person?"

Jin Lin made a silent gesture to him.

Wei Jin didn't know what it meant, but she didn't dare to disturb her.

Next to the incense burner were various charms, neatly arranged in a square shape. Under Jin Lin's method, the charms floated around the incense burner and rotated slowly.

The incense burner and the talisman meant the sky was round and the earth was round, but it cast a circular Tai Chi pattern on the ground, and the Tai Chi fish swung its tail rapidly, eventually forming a vortex.

"It's done," Jin Lin flicked up his robe, stepped in, and that half of his body was blurred.

Weijin was in a daze, what kind of formation is this?

Jin Lin saw that there was such a stupid and big living person as Wei Jin beside him, and he was anxious: "What are you doing in a daze, come here!"

Wei Jin had been kneeling for a long time, and he staggered a little when he got up. He limped and walked over, just about to ask what he was going to do, when there was a huge gravitational force in the formation, he felt as if he was being pulled by an invisible With a sudden jerk of the giant hand, the world spun around in an instant, dizzy, and when he woke up again, a scene changed before his eyes.

This is a secret room, but it is only an inch in size. There are fist-sized luminous pearls hanging on the wall, illuminating the dark room. The coldness of the Qing Dynasty is unknown.

What is horrifying is that five golden nanmu coffins are neatly placed in this room, with mysterious incantations engraved on the coffins, surrounded by icy cold mist.

Jin Lin was not afraid at all, and walked towards the coffin with his robe in hand, raising his hand to lift the coffin board.

Seeing that he had actually lifted the coffin, Wei Jin subconsciously raised her sleeve to cover her eyes, and said anxiously, "Really!"

Jin Lin ignored him and glanced into the coffin, "No."

He walked to the next coffin non-stop, pushed it twice, but didn't push it.

He was taken aback, looked down at his hands, stood for a moment, and smiled wryly.

Only then did he turn his head to Wei Jin who was standing there trembling and said, "Come and help, the old man's cultivation is not good enough, he can't lift the coffin board."

In his whole life, Wei Jin, who was born in the royal family, joined the head teacher of Taixuan Palace, and went smoothly in front of his first disciple. He has never been so unlucky as in the past two days.

Now he actually has to follow the bad old man to lift other people's coffin boards.

He almost walked to the coffin with a feeling that he would rather die than take poison, but his sleeve was still pulled off by Jin Lin.

Jin Lindao: "Open your eyes and see, this is my second senior brother, people call him Jiu Jianxian, depending on your age, you should have seen him when you were young."

Wei Jin was startled, and looked into the coffin, but there was no wine sword fairy there.

Inside the coffin was an ordinary white bone, which looked the same as all the skeletons in the world.

If it were not so solemnly placed in the secret room, the bones would be no different from those of traffickers.

No one can tell that this is a free and easy swordsman who once walked the rivers and lakes with a drink and a sword.

Regardless of his merits and demerits in his life, they all vanished after his death.

Wei Jin stared at the bone for a while, then fell silent, and opened the other four coffins one by one according to Jin Lin's order.

The mighty power that once ruled the world is now just a bone of bones.

"The real person is...?"

Jin Lin sat at the side, stroking his beard, and said with a smile: "There is no room for the sixth one here. I want to take them out and bury them in a bright place, so that I can be added in later."

Wei Jin opened his mouth, but he couldn't say any words of comfort. Master Jin Lin's cultivation has declined to the point where he can't even break a talisman on the coffin. His time is indeed approaching.

Jin Lin looked upside down, and took the initiative to say: "Wei Jin, how long have you been the chief disciple of Taixuan Palace?"

Wei Jin replied, "More than six years."

"Oh...it's been so long," Jin Lin said, "The eldest disciple of Taixuan Palace, with Hong Lan ahead and Kong Ming ahead, he has a bright future."

Wei Jin: "..."

Jin Lin smiled, "After today, the Nine Palaces will change, the mess of our previous generation will be rectified, and your new generation of disciples should take over."

Wei Jin didn't know what he meant.

Jin Lin turned around and asked, "Did you see Shen Xiao today? How is he?"

"I didn't see Xianzuo, it should be possessed by Xie Qiuhan and swung a sword." But with that sword, the mighty Zhangjiao Meng was killed.

Jin Lin nodded, thoughtfully.

Wei Jin cupped his hands and asked: "Sir, this disciple is really confused, what's going on?"

what happened?

Jin Lin thought about the past, and after a moment of silence, he sneered and said: "Can't you see, Kong Ming is an ambitious wolf who murdered two apprentices. Recently, he has been acting surreptitiously, with a wicked heart and a hidden conspiracy."

Wei Jin didn't understand even more after hearing this.

Jin Lin sighed, "Forget it, let me talk to you."

Many years ago, several masters of the Void Realm in Zixiao Mountain fell one after another, and those few were all brothers who had a deep love for Kong Ming.

Kong Ming said that he contained the bones of his senior brother and often communicated with his soul, and the ancestors were still there, so he wanted to resurrect these people with the sorcerer's big puppet technique.

Everyone in Zixiao Tiangong knows about this matter.

Zixiao Mountain is the number one fairy gate in the world, and it is absolutely impossible for real people in Wuxu Realm to control the mountain. Kong Ming said that, although there are still a few people in Tiangong who disapprove, but no one stops him.

Therefore, Kong Ming successively took in Shenxiao and Honglan's two heavenly spirit bodies, not to take in apprentices, but to use them as bodies.

People are not ruthless than grass and trees. During this process, perhaps Kong Ming hesitated and tossed and turned many times.

Jin Lin remembered that when an elder from Taixuan Palace tentatively brought up the matter of the body, Kong Ming sternly dismissed it.

In fact, Kong Ming is the most affectionate person, so he made such a bad plan for his senior brother's fall.

At that time, Jin Lin thought he had dismissed the idea.

But later, Honglan fell into the devil, and Shenxiao and Kongming broke up. Within a hundred years, there were two farces in Zixiao Mountain one after another, and the two most famous heavenly talents withered one after another.

Only then did he know that Kong Ming had finally made his move.

The two brothers, Shenxiao and Honglan, grew up on Zixiao Mountain and regarded Zixiao Mountain as their home, thinking that the elders of the Shimen treated them as much as a mountain, but who knew that from the beginning, these elders just treated them like bodies , but in the end, one fell into the magic gate, and the other was only a lonely soul.

Now Honglan and three thousand soldiers from the Demon Sect rushed to attack Zixiao Mountain day and night, but Shenxiao appeared and killed Meng Xianwu with a single sword.

Looking at it this way, the century-old fate of Zixiao Mountain is about to be liquidated.

As an observer, Wei Jin also has mixed feelings in his heart.

Such a deep hatred, if he thinks about it himself, he can't help but fight his teeth and feel cold all over his body.

He asked inquisitively: "Really, since Kong Ming's deeds are all about resurrecting a few masters, how are they doing now?"

Hearing this question, Jin Lin suddenly smiled, raised his finger and pointed around, "Wei Jin, as you can see, what else is there besides the coffin and bones?"

Weijin's spine was chilled by what he said, what else is there?

Jin Lin sighed: "That's right, even you know that when a person dies, there are only a few bones, so there's nothing else."

"After the incident with Shen Xiao, I became suspicious and followed Kong Ming here. I saw him talking to a few white bones, crying and laughing. Only then did I realize that he is not Shen Xiao, but Kong Ming."

"What's even more ridiculous is that there are only bones here, but he said to the bones, "Brother's complexion has turned a little bad recently", isn't he crazy! It's ridiculous that people in the Nine Palaces are crazy with him! The so-called resurrection, people The dead lamp goes out, and the soul flies away, unless the Daluo Jinxian comes to the world, there will be no room for living again."

Wei Jin was stunned.

No one has ascended Zixiao Mountain for many years. Unless Emperor Taiwu came in person, there would be no Daluo Jinxian.

Is Kong Ming really crazy?

Wouldn't it be a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket, and the two heavenly talents were harmed for no reason?

How is this possible?How can there be such a top-heavy thing.

Wei Jin suddenly found out about such a secret, and was both shocked and puzzled.

The room was silent for a moment, extremely quiet.

Jin Lin handed Wei Jin a kit, "Forget it, you can put all the coffins in for me, and let them rest in peace."

That is a magic weapon that hides the mustard space.

Wei Jin took it numbly.

He bowed solemnly in front of each coffin, made a big salute, and respectfully put all the masters into a small cloth bag.

Jin Lin stroked his beard and heaved a long sigh.

It almost contains the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

Back then, the teenagers played in the rivers and lakes, but later died like crazy, and the whole place was in a mess.

A mortal's life is short, and he lives toward death, so he accepted his fate early and knew how to cherish the good night.

And the monks have glimpsed a little bit of the mysteries of the world, and have the ability to pick things up from a distance, and shake the earth if they are small, and their lifespan is also extended with their cultivation. Birth and old age are not afraid of illness and death, but they have never thought that every monk has a ceiling. If he reaches the end of his practice and no progress is made, he will also grow old and die.

Ordinary people can accept their fate, but like Jin Lin, he was omnipotent back then, but today he can't even break a small spell, so how can he be convinced?

So Kong Ming went crazy, crazy, and did such a thing by any means, and there was this long-term farce of Zixiao Mountain.

It's just that Shen Xiao and the others are so innocent, they want to be sacrificed in the deep love of others, and the greed and fear of death in others?

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Xiaohan must come out tomorrow