The only way

Chapter 492 Purple Spirit
This is a small temple.

Compared with the small fishing village, which is full of mud embryos mixed with thatch, this Hainiangniang Temple has a rare white mud wall and black tiles.

Although it was just a simple house, it was extremely clean.

The door of the Hainiangniang Temple is wide open, and there is a burst of strong fragrance, which is the incense often used in temples.

It was evening and the sky was already dark, so the Hainiangniang Temple here is naturally deserted.

Lingchu landed in front of Hainiangniang Temple with a clear sky, and looked around here curiously.

The tidying up was very clean. It seemed that this Hai Niangniang was quite respected by the villagers in the fishing village here.

Walking in through the open door, this is a room open on all sides. The yellow long cloth that most temples have is hung on all sides of the room. Layers of candles are lit, illuminating this small temple. It was bright.

There is a long table in the center, on which there are four seasons offering fruits, and there is an incense burner, which is overflowing with blue cigarettes.

Behind the long table is not a golden statue of an ordinary temple, but a painting.

In front of the painting, there is still a thin layer of veil hanging. The veil is not heavy, but it adds a three-point haze and immortality to the portrait of Hai Niangniang, making it difficult for everyone who comes to worship to see clearly. The true face of the portrait.

Lingchu heard Pingniang say that the small fishing village was too poor, it was like this hundreds of years ago, and it will still be like this hundreds of years later, so this Hai Niangniang, the villagers of the small fishing village, cannot build the so-called god statues.

I could only invite a passing scholar who lived temporarily in the village at that time to help draw such a so-called statue of Hai Niangniang, which was rightly regarded as the statue of Hai Niangniang, which was placed behind the altar for the generations of villagers in the small fishing village. offerings of pilgrimage.

Pingniang has known the story of Hai Niangniang since she was a child, and she has been to Hai Niangniang's temple countless times, but no one has seen the portrait of Hai Niangniang clearly. .

Therefore, the portrait of Hai Niangniang has been kept here for hundreds of years, but few people have actually seen the portrait of Hai Niangniang.

Lingchu was a little curious about what this Hai Niangniang looked like.

From Lingchu's point of view, Hai Niangniang should be a monk, moreover, she should be a strong monk.

According to Ping Niang's description, the huge tsunami that year, the waves rolled up can be said to be overwhelming, and an island can be overturned in the blink of an eye.

With such a big tsunami, Lingchu asked herself, with her current cultivation, if she had set up a formation, she could do something, but if she was just passing by, it would be difficult to protect this island without any damage of.

But in Pingniang's story, that Hai Niangniang just happened to pass by and protected the entire island.

With such cultivation and ability, this Hai Niangniang is probably a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Thinking this way at the beginning of Lingchu, the curiosity in his heart became stronger and stronger.

For some reason, there was always a voice in Lingchu's heart telling her, take a look, take a look at Hai Niangniang.

This is just an intuition, but Lingchu is somewhat inexplicably certain about this intuition.

I always feel that this Hai Niangniang is inextricably linked to me.

As a Golden Core cultivator, Lingchu did not underestimate his intuition at all. On the contrary, the higher his cultivation level, the more the cultivator believed in his intuition.

Holding the salute in hand, he bent down and bowed lightly to the portrait of Hai Niangniang hidden behind the tulle.

Afterwards, Lingchu passed by lightly, and a gust of wind swept across the Hainiangniang Temple, blowing the hanging tulle, revealing the hidden portrait.

The portrait hanging on the wall is a large portrait about two meters long and one meter wide.

From the looks of it, it was a portrait completely drawn according to the height of the others.

The painting on the portrait is very simple, just a figure.

Wearing an ethereal purple shirt, long skirts that trail the floor, graceful and charming eyes, dignified and indifferent looking towards an unknown place in the distance, those eyes seem to be looking at the person in front of them, but they seem to be looking at nothing.

When the long purple shirt and dress came into view, Lingchu slightly opened his eyes wide, and a look of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

The past that was once deeply buried in my heart gradually surfaced in Lingchu's mind.

This face, this purple shirt, she has seen it before!

The Milky Way in the sky, the stars on the ground.

Ziling, Taoist name Yunzhu.

Lingchu suddenly remembered the cave he entered by mistake decades ago.

The owner there, named Shangguang Zhenjun, was a Nascent Soul cultivator thousands of years ago. Because of the special physique of the Taoist companion, a series of tragedies were caused.

Two people who clearly love each other, but vowed to never see each other again, separated from each other.

In order to find his Taoist companion Ziling, Master Shangguang had traveled all over the Eastern Continent, but he was still unable to find it.

Later, Lingchu and several other monks inadvertently activated the teleportation circle and entered the place where Zhenjun Shangguang was buried. They each made an oath and promised to help Zhenjun Shangguang find information about him Taoist companion, the clue of Ziling.

At that time, Lingchu had obtained the "Book of Heaven's Secret Formation" from Shangguang Zhenjun.

For the hundred-year agreement, Lingchu originally thought that it would be a futile effort to find a needle in a haystack, but he did not expect that under such a situation, he would find clues about Zhenjun Shangguang's Taoist partner, Senior Ziling.

In the portrait in front of me, the woman in the purple shirt and long skirt with graceful eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as the woman in the portrait I saw in Shangguang Zhenjun's cave in the early years of Lingchu.

However, in the portrait of Zhenjun Shangguang, the woman in the purple shirt had a bright smile, her eyes were smiling, and her lips were curved.

The girl in the purple shirt in the portrait of Hai Niangniang in front of me, her eyebrows and eyes are still graceful and graceful, but her eyes are cold and quiet, and the corners of her lips are straight. She looks very dignified, but she is a little less popular.

Lingchu thought of what Zhenjun Shangguang said about the past, and he couldn't understand the changes in this senior Ziling in his heart.

Anyone who has experienced what happened to Senior Zi Ling back then will probably find it difficult to let go of it easily.

Lingchu took out a shadow stone from the storage bracelet, and recorded all the portraits in front of him.

This is a proof.

Lingchu couldn't help thinking of all the things Pingniang had mentioned about Hai Niangniang.

Hundreds of years ago, counting the time, it was possible.

If Senior Zi Ling had successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm after breaking up with Shangguang Zhenjun back then, he would have had a lifespan of more than a thousand years.

Back then, True Monarch Shangguang traveled all over the Eastern Continent, but did not find any trace of Senior Zi Ling. There was a reasonable explanation, that is, Senior Zi Ling was not in the Eastern Continent at all.

But in, the boundless sea!
(End of this chapter)