Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 60
In the sea of ​​learning, Dongfang Yi disappeared for no reason. Although it caused a wave of disturbance, it was because in the eyes of the Tai Xuezhu, he was a body to be punished.

And his disappearance was also predictable for Tai Xuezhu, and then he took action to completely suppress the disturbance.

Therefore, the turmoil in Xuehai rises quickly and goes away quickly.

On the other side, Dongfang Yi, at the age of a dead country, walked on the land of misery.

Following the guidance of the age of the dead country, he came to a swamp.

I saw skeletons all over the swamp scattered scattered on the swamp. Anyone with a discerning eye would feel that this place is extremely sinister.

But Dongfang Yi, who was shrouded by the power of the god of death, didn't think so. In his eyes, this place gave him a sense of peace.

Stepping forward, he walked towards the very abrupt hut in front of him, and gently pushed the door, accompanied by the sound of decay.

A room full of spider webs and skeletons on the table appeared in front of my eyes.

Dongfang Yi lit the candle, and the weak candlelight never illuminated the darkness around him.

I saw a phantom of a god of death holding a scythe, floating above the house, baring its teeth and claws.

But he didn't notice it at all, raised his hand and flipped the age of the dead country, and saw the mysterious text reappeared, and the surrounding environment also changed instantaneously.

Dongfang Yi was in a black-and-white country, and after a glance, his figure was vaguely turning into the appearance of a god of death.

"What is this place?"

"Why aren't there any colors?"

"What color is the blood on the ground?"

The constant questions in my heart were conveyed from the phantom of the god of death.

And Dongfang Yi also felt the same way, and doubts continued to arise in his heart, and he began to synchronize his thoughts with the phantom of the god of death.

There is a huge sense of separation between the time in the age of the dead country and the real time, but for Dongfang Yi who is already addicted to his mind, he can't feel the passage of time at all.

For a few years, the plants outside were constantly decaying and reborn, but only the candlelight in the house never went out.

On the other hand, during this period of time, Jingxuan has not been idle, and is carrying out ideological education for everyone in the Buddhist Prison in Xiwulin.

I have to say that the results are good, at least before they encounter something, they give priority to using their brains instead of their hands and weapons.

"Well, what a boring life."

Jingxuan glanced at the books in front of him, and was using them to pass the time. After all, it was much quieter during this time, and there were not so many stupid people.

Except for the one who was fighting in full swing, the evil spirits and Confucianism and Buddhism, it was like you came and went, showing off each other, but they only played a [-]-[-] split, and no one could do anything to each other.

"Huh? The Iron Clan has made a lot of big moves, so it seems that the creation of the magic sword is just around the corner..."

At this moment, a message broke into Jingxuan's mind...

As for the magic sword creation, this magic weapon that has no performance in memory.

It's not considered important, but it's not considered despised, after all, it can be regarded as "famous".

Just as he was thinking, another message broke into his mind.

It was Wangsha City, which he had arranged to monitor for a long time, was suddenly slaughtered completely.

"What day is it today, why are there so many interesting things..."

"The destruction of Wusha City symbolizes that Fang Chengzi has started to act."

"Sun-blind people, the festival of the sun-blind people is about to start."

"The person I arranged at the beginning has already won the favor of the sun-blind people. After all, life is not easy. Simple food, clothing, housing and transportation have gained friendship. This favor is too easy."

"No wonder a fool like Fang Chengzi can fool the sun-blind people around."

"Forget it, let's go to the sun-blind people..."

After Jingxuan thought for a while, the sun-blind people are still useful, although not very useful.

But the boring life should also cause a wave of waves, otherwise it will be stagnant.

Immediately got up, Huaguang left this place directly, and went to the villa.

Before the villa, a distinguished and extraordinary carriage has already parked here.

Jingxuan landed, glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky, looked again, and saw the sun-blind people who were so dark in front of him.

I have to say that there is an illusion of night mice, although there are no such big mice.

"Master, you are finally here."

Seeing that Jingxuan finally came here, the servants of the dead soldiers around quickly stepped forward and led them towards the noble carriage...

"Boring pomp..."

Jingxuan's face was indifferent, looking at the carriage in front of him, he sneered in his heart, it's really gimmicky to make a fuss in such a meaningless place.

"Well, let's go..."

The sun-blind people responded, seeing that the guests invited by the festival had already boarded the carriage, and hurriedly drove to the location of the sun-blind people...

Jing Xuan, who was sitting in the carriage, was bored in every possible way. He took out the book, flipped through it, as if he was thinking about something.

But after a while, the carriage stopped, and the Japanese-blind people opened the curtain, and said respectfully to Jing Xuan who was really reading a book

"Guest, the high priest has been waiting for a long time."

"I, got it..."

Jingxuan heard the words, closed the book, and walked out from the carriage.

The surrounding environment is really as stated in the information...

But to Jingxuan, darkness and light are almost the same. Anyway, these restrictions are meaningless to him at all.

Seeing the guests coming, the high priest hurriedly stepped forward, facing Jingxuan, and asked

"The guests are tired, on the road, can they neglect?"

"It's okay, it's an honor to come to Guibao Land, I don't know what to do next?"

Jingxuan shook his head when he heard the words, and scanned the crowd, there were not many masters at all.

Even the high priest in front of him is just like that, no wonder, the result in the future.

The thoughts in my heart settled down, and then I asked the high priest aloud.

"That's good. I'll arrange for the maids to wash up for the guests."

Hearing the words, the high priest nodded slightly, facing Jingxuan, and said simply.

"Don't worry, I hope the high priest can spare some time to talk with me."

After hearing the high priest's arrangement, Jingxuan waved his hands, and immediately made a request.

"Is the guest asking for something? If so, then come with me..."

Hearing the words, the high priest looked at Jingxuan in front of him, thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, agreeing to Jingxuan's request for a meeting.

"Please…"

Jingxuan nodded slightly, and followed the footsteps of the high priest to the place where he was meeting with the guests.

Everywhere you pass, there are signs of the sun depicted on it, and as long as it is a wall, there will be a symbol of the sun...

This kind of inexplicable enthusiasm for the sun aroused him, raising his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)