Chapter 77 Life and Death

"Zixuan...Zixuan..." Zhang Jing was stimulated by the mysterious qi and finally returned to Qingming. Unfortunately, this is just a temporary light return.

"Father, I'm here." Zhang Zixuan's voice was a little choked.

"Don't waste any more spiritual power. Well... It doesn't seem to be spiritual. Good boy, you have made progress!" Zhang Jing reluctantly smiled, but a trace of black blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Father..."

"I don't have much time. Now you just need to listen to me quietly and don't interrupt." Zhang Zixuan has been sent to the mountains as an apprentice of Lefeng since he was a child. He can't see his father several times a year. Even if they meet, the father and son rarely communicate too much: "Actually, Guizhi and I are not your parents."

This sentence seemed to tease Qiu Yu, and Zhang Zixuan was a little unbelievable. However, he nodded to show that he heard it clearly.

"It was a spring night, and your master came to Yijiao Qiankun Building with a baby. He said that the baby's parents are dead. Let's recognize you as a child first. Zhang Jing's eyes drifted into the distance, recalling what he looked like in those years: "I thought it was ridiculous to do so. However, I didn't expect that Lefeng seemed to be very familiar with the older generation of the school, and this matter was unanimously acquiesced by the school. And..."

Zhang Jing's eyes turned to Mu Guizhi and gently stared at the woman who had been with him for the rest of her life: "Moreover, Guizhi has always wanted a child. Although monks should abandon all unnecessary miscellaneous things, Guizhi and I can't do it. In the end, we adopted the baby boy and always regarded him as his own son..."

"This baby is you." Zhang Jing wanted to reach out and touch Zhang Zixuan's cheek, but he couldn't lift his hand, so he had to smile helplessly: "Do you have any questions?"

"No. I just want to say that spiritual cultivation is a long-term road. What if there is no blood relationship? In my heart, you will always be my parents. Zhang Zixuan felt that Mu Guizhi couldn't stand it, and he felt a little more force in his hand.

"Not bad. You are really promising! It's higher and farther than us. Zhang Jing thought for a while, and then suddenly nodded: "I understand! I understand everything! Xuaner, I didn't expect you to point me.

Zhang Zixuan was a little confused. He didn't understand where to point Zhang Jing. However, looking at his father's excited appearance, he also comforted him a little and could at least help his father do something.

"It's said that 'I heard in the morning, I can die in the evening', but I didn't expect that I could have an epiphany before I died! It's a place to die." Speaking of this, Zhang Jing's face changed in vain and looked at Mu Guizhi grimly.

Zhang Zixuan felt that the signs of life in his mother's body gradually disappeared, and suddenly his forehead ached. He didn't even have time to say the last word to his mother.

He silently withdrew the hand on his mother's body. At the same time, looking at his father's sad face, he also withdrew his other hand.

Zhang Jing, who lost the help of Xuan Xuqi, was soon eroded by evil qi. However, the smile on his face was the same as before: "Xuan'er, thank you. I don't care about it now, just..."

"Today's ambush is exactly what Lei Tianqiang done."

Hearing this, Zhang Jing's face became shocked in vain, but he immediately smiled with relief: "It seems that what should be returned will still be returned. It's just Xuaner, don't bother him. Let him go when you catch him in the future, and I can also close my eyes......"

After Zhang Jing said this, all the anger on his body disappeared. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"My condolences, little brother." Lu Yuanchao patted Zhang Zixuan on the shoulder, and his own mood was also a little heavy. However, this is not the time to be sad.

Zhang Zixuan stood up and turned his right hand. A cyan flame suddenly appeared on Zhang Jing and his wife's bodies, and instantly burned Zhang Jing and his wife's bodies into two balls of flying ash. An autumn wind blew, and the ashes of Zhang Jing and his wife flew with the wind, and nothing could restrain them.

"The monks pay attention to the cycle of nature, right?" Zhang Zixuan's long hair was blown up and his cheeks were covered by the wind. No one could see his expression clearly, but his tone was very indifferent: "Then let them go with the wind, dust to dust, earth to dust."

The breeze stroked Zhang Zixuan's whole body, just like Zhang Jing and his wife's reluctance to him. The monk must give up everything, which is what the Taoist said. Put it down, put it down...

Zhang Zixuan looked at the ashes of Zhang Jing and his wife rising with the wind and was speechless for a long time. I just feel that I am a disaster star, and as long as the person I dream of will have a disaster. The master is like this, and so is his father. He didn't want to find real parents, because they had obviously abandoned him. Abandoned, he will not find his way home by himself.

"Zixuan..." Le Tian cleverly grabbed Zhang Zixuan's little arm and didn't say much, but just stood there quietly with him.

"Let's go." Zhang Zixuan patted Le Tian's softness with relief, and then said to Lu Yuanchao and Long Shujian, "Senior Lu, Brother Long, please don't mention my identity to the outside, okay?"

Lu Yuanchao and Long Shujian immediately understood and nodded. The young master of Yijiao is not the personal heir of the master. If this word spreads, Yijiao may cause another dispute.

"Thank you very much." Although the expression on Zhang Zixuan's face was unfading, the chill in his words made others feel shocked.

He glanced at the corners of his eyes, but saw that the senior monks of the Great Rites such as Pingkong and Pingyi were flirting and mediting, so he went up first: "I have seen Master Pingkong, Master Pingyi."

"Are you?" Master Pingkong and Zhang Zixuan are not familiar with each other. Naturally, he doesn't remember who he is. It was not until Ping Yi whispered a few words in his ear that he remembered Zhang Zixuan: "Amitabha, I'm ashamed! It turns out that the little benefactor is Yijiao's advocate Zixuan.

Zhang Zixuan smiled and said, "Oh, these are just false names. Master, can't you see through this?"

Master Pingkong is a little strange. He doesn't seem to have offended Yi Jiao, but why did Zhang Zixuan find fault?

"Since the false name is a name, it's okay to call it, right?"

"The master is indeed a master of Buddhist debate." Zhang Zixuan bowed his hand and admitted defeat, and then asked, "Master, have you ever seen the emptiness under your door?"

Pingkong was even more surprised. He didn't know why Zhang Zixuan asked such a question, but he vaguely felt a little unfavorable. However, he answered honestly, "Since August 15, the disciple has mysteriously disappeared, and I can't find him. What does the little benefactor have to teach?

"I just want to tell you that emptiness is the spy of the blood gate." After saying this, Zhang Zixuan turned around and flew into the valley. Le Tian hurriedly followed closely.

A spy? There was a lot of innocence in his empty mind. He never thought that the apprentice he had worked hard to cultivate was actually a spy of the blood door! Whether Zhang Zixuan misunderstood or not, based on his identity, he would not make such a meaningless joke.

Is there any misunderstanding? Ping Kong comforted himself.

This narrow canyon runs through the whole Tenglong Mountains. There is a small mouth in the center of the canyon. Walking three or four miles along this small mouth, there is a magnificent palace, which is the "rudder" of the blood gate.

This road is not long, and Zhang Zixuan arrived in front of the palace in just one moment.

Looking at the practitioners in front of him running to the Blood Gate Palace one by one, Zhang Zixuan frowned, pinched a finger in his right hand, stood in the air and shouted, "Don't rush in, and listen to me."

Many practitioners were waiting to flock in, but when they heard Zhang Zixuan's words, they couldn't help but stop. The noisy voice disappeared in an instant, and the canyon was surprisingly quiet.

Zhang Zixuan didn't care about this, but continued to say to those practitioners, "Don't go in. Today's attack on the mountain has long been known. This is a trap."

As soon as this word came out, the scene was in an uproar. Who would have thought that this huge attack was actually a trap.

"Who are you? How can you guarantee that what you are telling is the truth? A true scholar asked loudly, seeing that his fiery red Taoist costume was under the Fire Sect of the Five Immortals Mountain. It seems that the people under the Fire Sect don't have a good temper.

"The little name is Doyle. If you don't believe it, you can go in and have a try. Zhang Zixuan's face did not change and said coldly.

As soon as the word "try" is out, all the practitioners feel relaxed and can act. Only then did I realize the terrible strength of the people in front of me, and no one dared to say more.

"I don't believe it!" The disciple of the Huo Sect who asked the question already knew that the person in front of him was Zhang Zixuan, a famous young hero in the real world. He was still a little unconvinced. Despite the obstruction of the brothers, he flew to the palace.

Zhang Zixuan looked at him indifferently and did not move. The disciple of the Fire Sect quickly arrived at the entrance of the temple, hesitated for a moment, and then resolutely walked into the palace. But as soon as he entered the door of the palace, he saw a red light shining at the door of the palace, covering him. Before he could react, his body turned into flying ashes.

The practitioners were shocked that they really believed Zhang Zixuan's words.