Chapter 1110: Chapter 516: The Awakening of Taiqing
Gu Jianlin could hardly imagine there was a Buddhist temple in this silent grave. Perhaps it was because Taiqing and Taihua were both orphans who grew up in temples in their early years, that their inheritances were rich in Buddhist elents. He silently walked through the mist, and the compassionate Buddha light beca brighter, as if stepping into another world.
Perhaps it was Nirvana, or the other shore of Rebirth.
He remained vigilant, raised his hand to probe into the Void, and the Qilin Wedge was drawn out inch by inch, the sword handle resembling the cross of Hell, the seven-foot-long pitch-black sword body gleaming with bizarre and profound patterns, flowing with illusory fire.
The Colorless Jade was faintly glowing.
When he erged from the thick mist, his expression beca bewildered.
Because he heard the laughter of children.
Nine stone towers stood in the Buddha light-shrouded Zen Temple, with a golden ginkgo tree at the center.
Children in retro attire giggled as they ran past him, their cuffs sared with mud, their small faces dirty, and their chubby little hands covered in dust, as if they had been rolling around sowhere.
The fallen leaves of the ginkgo tree were like thick snow, crunching softly underfoot.
Above was no longer pitch black, but a twilight yellow.
Twilight enveloped the temple, where candles burned, forming a Sea of Light, and in the Light, there was a hunchbacked figure.
"Child, co here."
The hunchbacked old man worshipped the Buddha statue and softly spoke.
Even though he had anticipated it, Gu Jianlin still felt suffocated.
Because the old man before him was Taiqing!
"Who are you calling a child?"
Gu Jianlin stared at his back and said expressionlessly.
"Humans are all our children."
The old man softly replied, "Moreover, you are the Inheritor of Order."
Gu Jianlin felt an inexplicable repulsion and frowned, "I am not the Inheritor of Order in this generation."
The old man faced away from him, still kneeling on the ground, maintaining the posture of holding hands together: "A descendant of the Tang Family, that girl’s talent is very good, like my wife in her youth, her future achievents will not be less than ours. Moreover, in the eyes of our generation, there’s no difference between you and her, husband and wife are inseparable."
He paused: "Unless you beco like us."
Gu Jianlin was taken aback.
This old man in front of him was clearly dead, yet seed to be knowledgeable about current affairs.
The old man smiled gently: "Don’t be surprised, over the years, many people have co to my grave to talk. Although my wife is powerful, she was truly a lonely person for over two hundred years, never having anyone to really talk to. Fortunately, you appeared, but unfortunately, you appeared too late... If it were a few years earlier, everything would have been different."
Gu Jianlin stared at his back, speaking slowly: "Are you really dead?"
The old man murmured: "Yes, only the Candle Light Law and the You Ying Law are the sa.
That is to say, Ascenders practicing Supre Law, after reaching a certain level, their bodies undergo bizarre changes, becoming almost as immortal as Gods, and their consciousness becos highly active.
"Thus, all these years, your consciousness has been constantly active."
Gu Jianlin articulated word by word: "Platinum and the others betrayed because of you."
Facing the question, the old man calmly answered: "Initially, it wasn’t so, after all, no one knew back then, that practicing the Supre Law to the end would lead to this. When I was buried here two hundred years ago, my consciousness was in a chaotic state, sowhat like having a high fever as a child, able to hear people talking but unable to respond."
"That feeling is terrifying, like being trapped in endless darkness, where the deepest despair is only yourself, no matter how you call out, no one hears, it’s like death."
He paused: "You clearly know you are still alive, but you can only be trapped in darkness."
Gu Jianlin fell into silence, he surely could understand this feeling, just now when he glanced at a corner of fate through the Authority of the Ancient God Clan, he had felt such suffocating despair.
The old man continued: "Years later, my consciousness beca clearer, able to make sounds. I tried calling my students, praying they would liberate
from this Hell. It’s funny, everyone thought Platinum was dumb, but he was quite clever, at first he didn’t even trust that I was his teacher."
Gu Jianlin remarked coldly: "Later, he believed."
"Well, after my patient persuasion. Unfortunately, convincing Gold and silver wasn’t that easy. Until I got soone to retrieve that videotape from the Jiang Family old ghost."
The old man chuckled hoarsely: "The videotape of my wife killing
with her own hands."
"Your person?"
Gu Jianlin coldly questioned: "That elusive Solomon?"
The old man didn’t answer, but acquiesced.
"But you just said, you couldn’t even convince your own students."
Gu Jianlin detected a flaw in the logic: "So how could you persuade him?"
At this point, he vaguely guessed, perhaps Solomon’s true identity wasn’t Gold and silver.
The old man chuckled: "I don’t need to persuade him, because he’s also a believer of Zhu Zhao. Solomon is, after , the closest person to the Candle Light God. True enough, Taihua possesses supre might, capable of bearing the curse for her children. But if you actively approach the Candle Light God, her protection becos ineffective."
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