Dijun's black moonlight is back

"Wait for me?" Wen Jingchan didn't quite understand.

"Before, I didn't know who I was asked to wait for by Destined Zen," Taoist Ku Ye said, "and now I don't know how to clear up the confusion for the True Lord."

After all, Taoist Ku Ye is just a mortal, and his past with Fuyue Guan happened many years ago.

Now she has died long ago, leaving behind instructions with unclear meaning.

This is not something he can understand, not to mention that the scroll does not allow him to pry.

"Why don't you, Zhenjun, try Destined Zen?" Taoist Ku Ye said.

Since Wen Jingchan is not sure how to act, it is better to just let God decide.

Wen Jingchan really didn't know what to do. He had two choices.

One is to stand by and watch until the future in the painting comes true, then he can act according to destiny and survive this catastrophe and ascend.

The second is to take precautions before they happen, find the root causes of chaos, and kill them before they even sprout.

He was suffering because of these two choices. Zhenjun Wuyang's original intention should be to be compassionate and save the world.

But he wanted to ascend after completing his meritorious deeds, but he couldn't do it and let all living beings live in ruins.

"Then may I venture to ask," Ku Ye said, "Why is the True Lord so eager to overcome the tribulation?"

"If a calamity has not occurred, or if the fate is not enough, if the True Lord waits patiently for thousands of years, he will definitely have another chance to overcome the calamity."

Wen Jingchan stared at the ancient scroll and rubbed his slender fingers from the back of the paper.

For the first time, he didn't know what to do.

"Try Destined Zen." Ku Ye proposed again.

Leaving everything to God's will may really be a good choice.

Bangala Dojo is surrounded by snow-capped mountains, with snow falling all year round. The dojo at this time is more lively than it has been in the past few hundred years.

An old tombkeeper sat opposite a young and glorious True Lord.

The huge statue of the god covered the snowflakes above the two people's heads. Only the small area under them could see the black stones paving the dojo.

Apart from this, everything between heaven and earth is white.

Kuye taught him Destined Zen, and he entered samadhi with him.

Until the last moment before entering meditation, Wen Jingchan was still thinking about what would wake him up.

If God wants him to wait, does he really have to wait?
If God's will allows him to stand by and watch the catastrophe in the world, and then turn the tide when the time comes, can he really take advantage of the situation?
Heavy snow has sealed the mountain, and aspiring seekers with little cultivation dare not come to Pangala Mountain to die.

People with advanced cultivation cherish feathers even more and do not want to put themselves in danger.

Ku Ye has been here for many years, and Wen Jingchan is the first outsider he has met.

He was willing to teach Destined Zen to him in the hope that God would help him and, ideally, make him feel at ease.

However, these things are not something he can control. Everything still depends on Wen Jingchan's luck.

After entering samadhi, Wen Jingzen entered his own sea of ​​consciousness. When he was young, he practiced alone in the mountains. When he had nothing to do, he would come here to watch the stars every day.

The more diligent your cultivation is, the more stars there will be.

He will feel much more at ease looking at the bright stars.

Lingyu almost fell into the sea of ​​fire in the Wuxiang Abyss before his eyes. He didn't want to experience that kind of fear again in his life.

He wants to stand at the highest point in the world so that he can protect the things and people he cares about.

Wen Jingchan originally didn't think that his mind was too small to accommodate all living beings.

The despicable expectations in his heart these days made him very embarrassed. He was the True Lord Wuyang in the human world, and he actually wanted to exchange the suffering of the common people for his way to heaven.

Wen Jingchan looked at the stars like he did when he was a child. He counted them one by one, waiting for God to guide him in his decision.

The longer the waiting time is, the more uneasy Wen Jingchan feels. If God really makes him stand by and suffer misfortune, what should he do?

Ling Yu's always cold face appeared in front of his eyes. She looked up at the sky, leaving only half of her face facing him.She asked him: "What will you do if you don't become an immortal?"

She said: "Then let me tell you first, I want to make a tall tower. When the cold comes and the summer comes, I just look at the scenery without using my brain."

Wen Jingchan stretched out his hand towards the phantom, wanting to touch her cheek.

But what's in front of him is just a mirror, how can he hold it in the palm of his hand?
The phantom dispersed at the first touch, leaving only himself in Wen Jingchan's sea of ​​consciousness.

He retracted his hand a little lonely and smiled helplessly.

Where does love come from? For this question, Zhenjun Wuyang, who is the best in the world, cannot explain why.

The word "Guan" hanging on his waist made a sound, like broken jade throwing beads.

Lingyu, who was far away in Jichuan City, grabbed the Qingzi Yin reflexively. She felt that the sound did not sound like it was coming from it.

Could it be that I have tinnitus?

Ling Yu remembered that every time this thing rang, Wen Jingchan would immediately appear next to her.

She looked around and found no sign of Wen Jingchan, and her already disappointed mood became even lower.

The sound just now didn't sound like it, and Lingyu thought he might be hallucinating.

The moment she was about to put it down, the Qingzi in her hand vibrated and made a crisp sound.

This time it's it.

Wen Jingchan also heard it, and at this moment, his fateful Zen was broken.

After entering samadhi for only a few days, the Qing Zi Yin breaks down at the slightest movement.

He opened his eyes and looked at Ku Ye, who was still in trance.

It was windy and snowy in the Bangala Mountains, and this skinny mortal looked like he was about to be buried in the snow.

Wen Jingchan stood up, folded her hands and bowed to him, then disappeared into the heavy snow.

Heavy snowflakes fell with the wind, and within a moment the place where he sat was buried in the snow, making it look as if no one had been there.

Before Ling Yu even raised his head, a piece of clothing appeared in his field of vision. Silver silk threads were embroidered with green pines and white cranes. Every step he took was like a crane flapping its wings.

Wen Jingchan is here.

She raised her head and saw the face she was thinking of.

The streets of Jichuan City were bustling with people, and the passers-by were all in a hurry. Only the person walking towards her kept looking at her.

I don't know how long ago, Ling Yu also hoped that someone would go against the current and walk towards him.

It's a pity that God's will plays tricks on people. Now that someone really does this, she has given up hope for a long time.

Ling Yu was about to clasp her fists and call him master, but she didn't expect Wen Jingchan to hug her in the sea of ​​people.

He is much taller than Ling Yu, so if he wants to hug him like a lover, he has to bend down.

Ling Yu's palm was just in this gap, and he couldn't retreat or advance.

Wen Jingchan put his chin on her shoulder, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his arms.

Ling Yu:?
what happened?

Why has his temperament changed drastically after not seeing him for a few days?
Is this Wen Jing Zen?

Isn't it some kind of mind-reading monster?

Wen Jingchan was so handsome that people around him could not recognize him as a true king, but they loved to watch the excitement.

More and more people stopped to watch the drama about the handsome man seeking his sweetheart. Lingyu did not dare to move and could only remind Wen Jingchan.

"Master, it's not appropriate with so many people, right?"