Chapter 18 Southern Smoke Cloud Lock Late Autumn 18

The stone gate of the underground palace of the cold jade tower suddenly burst out a strong black smoke, which suddenly covered the fire in the field. The remains of the big wizard in the fireworks slowly rose and gradually gathered into a mutilated human figure. Everyone looked at each other in con sight. Is this demon really immortal?

Jac, the great wizard, laughed arrogantly in the firelight: "Haha, Lord Lord gave me eternal life. I am the king of immortality. As long as the door of hell opens, no one can kill me. You ignorant mortals, prepare for the fire of hell. His laughter continued, but the strong black smoke suddenly interrupted. His body, which had been about to condense, gradually withered, accompanied by his unbelievable voice: "How can this be? Why did you interrupt? Dust-free, you lied to me--" His body dissipated and turned into countless green smoke with the autumn wind.

In the cold jade tower, the firelight has been extinguished. At the exit of the stone gate of the underground palace, the pale saint slowly walked out. Suddenly, she staddled under her feet and was about to fall to the ground. Yunduo and Wuhan were quick-eyed and rushed over with an arrow and held her from left to right.

"Wuhan, cloud." Zhuoma's voice suddenly changed, with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. The heavy light flashed behind her, and her palms were pressed on her back. The pure vitality was endless, which made the saint's face a little better.

Elder Luo walked to the saint and bent down: "Lord Zhuoma, how are you?" Seeing that there is no trace of blood on the saint's pale face, you can also imagine how hard it was to fight in the underground palace of the cold jade tower. At this time, Elder Luo's heart was full of tears.

Zhuoma breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily: "It's okay. Those monsters who came to the world have been destroyed by me, and the door to the demon world has been closed again by me. The plan for the birth of the demon has been destroyed."

When Yundu saw her weak appearance, her heart went up to her throat: "Auntie, you can rest first and talk about other things later. Xiao Yi, you must cure your aunt. Chongguang didn't say anything, just nodded, and his vitality kept pouring into Zhuoma's body.

Zhuma shook her head slightly and couldn't hide the fatigue on her face: "I don't have time. I have something to tell you. This is the secret inherited by the Miao people in southern Xinjiang for generations. Mr. Xiao, please take us to a secluded place."

Zhuoma sat quietly on the collapsed bed in the patriarchal bamboo house in the Phoenix Village, with her heavy hands behind her back. The saint has run out of oil. If she is supported by the vitality of heavy light, she is afraid that her soul will return to the west for a moment.

Clouds sat on the side with Wuhan. In addition, there were several elders in the village. Everyone looked sadly at the angry saint and ran all the way from Flame Valley to Phoenix Village, exhausting some of her accumulated strength. At this time, she had to close her eyes and refresh her mind.

Jacques, the great wizard, has lost his soul, and the door of the demon world has been closed. In the short term, there will be no more disturbance in Miaojiang. As for those captured black Miao people, without Jacques's vigor and the source of anger, these people's fierce temperament has gradually subsided a lot, but it can't be relieved for the time being. The evil poison among them, Wuhan asked people to arrange to escort these black seedlings to the other side of the bitter river, and then slowly release them.

This sneak attack by the Black Miao people was mainly aimed at Flame Valley, and Phoenix Village was not attacked. Naturally, some people will collect and bury the people who died under the cold jade tower. As for cleaning the battlefield and repairing the cold jade tower, Wuhan has also ordered to go down, and someone will deal with it one by one. After this storm subsided, this originally honest and immature young patriarch has matured a lot.

Under the careful conditioning of heavy light, Saint Zhuoma woke up leisurely and looked much better. After all, she is a master who trained Nirvana to the realm of rebirth, which is already equivalent to the Taoist monk Yuanying of Zhongtu Daomen. If the door of the demon world hadn't been too dangerous, it would never have fallen to such a level.

It's just that this is the end of the holy woman. Even if she tries her best to adjust her breath, she can only temporarily hold her breath and return to the sky. Zhuoma herself was obviously well aware of this. Seeing that her nephews, nieces and several elders were around, she took care of her breath and began to tell the distant legend about the door of the demon world in the underground palace of the cold jade tower.

"Heaven and earth are originally a chaos. In the creation of countless eras, Pangu, the great god born in Hongmeng, opened the heavens and earth with a huge axe and separated the five elements of yin and yang. After that, the Pangu god evolved all things in the world, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas with his own flesh and blood. The rise of clear air is called the sky, and the turbid air sinks is called the land, and there are heaven outside the sky, underground and earth. There are hundreds of millions of star rivers between heaven and earth, and cracks in time and space.

"The human world we are in now is just a small corner of the vast world. In addition to our world, there are many worlds that are either different or very different from ours. Among them, what is closely related to us is mainly the heavenly world where the gods are located and the underworld controlled by the Ten Temples of Pluto. However, although some worlds are unknown, they always maintain great ambitions for our human world, the most obvious of which is the demon world.

"In ancient times, the mythical beasts competed with the phoenix, and the phoenix killed them in the field of southern Xinjiang, and the bones were buried under Zhongshan, at the bottom of the flame valley. However, he is an ancient god and demon. He lives with heaven and earth. Although he was killed by the phoenix and the yuan god is immortal, he is still haunting the ground, so there is a poisonous spring full of gas. The emperor originally wanted to corrupt the people of Miaojiang with anger and prepare for its future resurrection. However, at that time, the patriarch of our clan made a hash decision to expel the poisoned people and blocked the poisonous spring, which disillusioned him.

"At this time, the supreme demon in the demon world is also ready to move. The world has its own laws. Although the demons are omnipotent in the demon world, they will eventually be restricted by the law. If you want the demons to appear in the human world, you must open the ninefold doors and make the nine yuan gods of the demons come to the world at the same time to succeed."

These words were originally told by the Jixi godman to the patriarch of the Bai Miao clan. Later, the patriarchs, saints and elders passed on by word of mouth and became the secret within the Phoenix ethnic group in Miao Xinjiang. Only before the death of the patriarchs, saints and elders of the previous generation will they give this secret to their next generation successors.

Such secrecy is naturally afraid of causing panic. After all, this huge Miaojiang has been peaceful for a long time, and it is not only the Miao family that has proliferated here. Once the news spreads, it is difficult to say what kind of change it will cause.

In this world, some people are single-minded to pursue a peaceful and comfortable life, some people take the world as their responsibility, and some people do not hesitate to trap all people in water and fire for their own selfishness. Unfortunately, Jacques, the white Miao warrior of Fenghuangzhai, is such an extreme.

At that time, Saint Zhuoma was seriously ill. Wu Yuan, Zhuoma's father and then patriarch, made a promise to be his son-in-law who could save Zhuoma's life for the sake of his daughter's life. You know, the son-in-law of the phoenix patriarch is also qualified to learn Nirvana. Even some nobles who are not greedy for glory and wealth will inevitably be moved when they hear this news.

Jacques is very angry with the patriarch's promise, because he has always regarded Zhuoma as his own, but now he has to face the competition of a group of people. He found that he was helpless about the condition of his heart. In frustration, he ran away from home to find a way to cure Zhuoma.

No one knows what he met outside, but that he went to many places and left from the depths of 100,000 mountains before he finally came back. And 100,000 mountains have always been the gap between the human world and the demon world. Countless monsters gathered here, which is really dangerous. If it hadn't been for the magic array seal added by the ancient gods to the exit of the mountain, the whole Miaojiang would have become a demon realm.

After returning to Fenghuang Village, Jacques proposed marriage to the patriarch's family soon, but was rejected. That day, he went to the patriarch's house to question. After getting Zhuoma's positive answer, no one knew what he was thinking. But that night, Jacques sneaked into the underground palace under the cold jade tower. When he came out, he did not become a wild man with brute force like ordinary people after drinking poison springs. Instead, he had strong magic power. Although it was far from the Taoist practice he showed tonight, it was enough for him to control the Hei Miao clan and become Ling Miaojiang. The great wizard that everyone has heard.

Saint Zhuoma explained all this clearly, took Wuhan and Zhuoma's hands, and told Yin Yin: "Now, everything has been settled for the time being, Yak is dead, and the Hei Miao people have no major trouble. As long as you guard the underground palace under the cold jade tower, there will be no big trouble. Our Miao people are the descendants of the ancient Holy Phoenix, which is our natural mission. Wuhan, the heavy burden of leading the Bai Miao family in the future will be handed over to you. Don't let the wrongdoers sneak into the Flame Valley again. As for the clouds, I hope you can put down your duties as a saint and enjoy your life at ease. She turned her head and looked at Chongguang: "Mr. Xiao, haven't you been willing to tell the truth today?"

Heguang was shocked and finally forced to explain: "Yes, what I have practiced below is indeed the forgetting book of the predecessors of the Sword God. Only those who have practiced to forget the book can practice the Nirvana scroll to the realm of great success. Presumably, you also got the help of Mr. Shen to practice the cultivation of rebirth. It's just that the younger generation and the sword god really have nothing to do with it. Even if there is, it doesn't matter what the younger generation knows. I just got his inheritance from the jade pendant handed down from the family.

He pressed one hand on Zhuoma's back, and the other hand went to take out two pieces of jade pendants in his arms and put them on Zhuoma's hand. Zhuoma looked at the jade pendant with a strange look in her eyes: "Yes, I've seen him carry this on his body. This is his thing. Unexpectedly, I can finally see it again." She groped her hand on the jade pendant repeatedly and trembled slightly: "Mr. Xiao, let go. I've been waiting for 300 years and I'm tired. Now I can see his things again. I'm satisfied and don't care about it anymore." She frowned, tried her last bit of strength, and sat up.

"Master Xiao, I hope you won't let a woman wait for you for a lifetime like him." Zhuoma turned to face the heavy light, but her eyes glanced in the direction of the clouds. At this moment, the blue silk on her head turned into white hair, and the skin on her face was full of wrinkles.

"Aunt--" Yunduo and Wuhan cried at the same time, hugged Zhuoma and cried loudly, sighed, reached out to explore Zhuoma's nose, and died of breath. Several elders stood up in awe and bowed to the dead saint.

When the autumn wind blows through the fallen leaves all over the mountain, Chongguang has already carried his bag. Along the bitter water river, a man and a woman gradually drifted away.

"Would you like to go with me?" The young man asked in a low voice.

"No, I'm here today. First, I'm here to thank you for helping me become reborn, and second, I'm going to say goodbye to you." The girl's answer was gentle and resolute, and there was no room for a trace of doubt.

"Haven't you always wanted to see the prosperity of the Central Plains and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River? Why did you give up now?" The young man is puzzled.

"Those are all very good things, but I suddenly found that there are too many nostalgic beauty in life. Not everything you like can be obtained. Sometimes, it is also a kind of happiness to miss it in my heart."

"But as long as you come with me, these things are at your fingertips. Why do you stay?"

Because in this world, there is something more important than happiness, called responsibility. I can't leave my clan and my brother alone to bear this heavy burden. I will become a new generation of saints in Miaozhai and protect my hometown forever.

"What else can I say?"

"Don't say anything. Go away. This is not where you stay. I won't wait for you or miss you, so please be sure to forget me."

The young Han man waved his horse whip and ran indulgently in the mountains and fields. He looked at the affectionate Miaojiang again until the lovely girl had become a small black spot. For him, this was still the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.