Pure Land Palace.

In front of the lotus pedestal, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Why are you still here?"

Ouyang Rong ignored Liu Zilin's words. He looked around blankly, frowning in confusion.

The purple haze in Ouyang Rong's eyes had long since faded, as if it had never happened.

The people who had retreated in surprise gathered around him again.

Liu Zilin's muscles at the nasolabial folds twitched: "Why are you still here? Are you having trouble with your brain?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head: "I understand, I took you to ascend together, right? It should be like this, yes."

Ouyang Rong looked around the dark underground palace. Regardless of the sharp knife at his neck, he suddenly stood up and looked up at the wellhead above his head.

He stood on the lotus pedestal with a blank look on his face. He stretched out his palms and grasped the familiar blue sky of his "hometown" outside the well.

"Where's the rope? Give it to me. I want to climb up and take a look. I took you guys up to the sky. If you don't believe me, go up and take a look. The truth is out there. See for yourself."

His whole body was trembling with excitement, his eyes were particularly firm, and he was mumbling words.

Liu Zilin looked around in surprise, but his tone could not hide his irritability:

"Are you sick? Where is the Cauldron Sword? What happened to your eyes just now? Is it because of the orb? Give it to me, give it to me quickly!"

He yanked the young man off the lotus platform, raised his head and stretched out his hand. The young man was giggling in a dazed way. He grabbed the latter's hand and opened it one by one, but it was empty. There was no trace of any orbs.

Ouyang Rong suddenly pulled away his arm, turned around and rushed to grab the rope hanging from the wellhead.

"Let me go up, let me go up quickly, I'm back home, I'm definitely back home! Liu Zilin, you can kill or chop up whatever you want, let me take a look, go up and take a look, I'll take you to the Pure Land!"

The young county magistrate's clothes and hair were messy. He grabbed the rope and climbed up desperately. His eye circles began to turn red sickly:

"As we said, 'Go back and come back,' how can the deducted merit be false? Master Zhongma can ascend, why can't I ascend?"

"Cao Runuan! Ouyang Lianghan, are you crazy?"

Liu Zilin opened his eyes wide, and his chest was filled with anger. He kicked the rope-climbing young man fiercely:

"I say it one last time, hand over the orb!"

Ouyang Rong climbed up indifferently, his red eyes staring straight at the blue sky above.

Four slaves in green clothes immediately rushed forward and pulled Ouyang Rong back.

"Let me go!"

The latter struggled desperately.

Suddenly there was a "pop" sound.

Ouyang Rong felt a chill in his stomach.

Then there was a warm, sore current flowing through his lower abdomen.

His body froze for a moment, and he knelt down on the lotus pedestal with a "thud" sound, lowering his head and staring blankly at the extra handle of the knife on his belly.

There is thick hot liquid, "tick tick tick", water droplets dripping in lines on the dusty lotus table.

"Neuropathy!"

Liu Zilin cursed angrily, pushed Ouyang Rong away, threw away the handle of the knife, and yelled at the men beside him with an evil look on his face:

"Hold this madman down until I find the orb first."

After saying that, he quickly squatted down in front of the lotus pedestal, reached out and groped for the shadows under the lotus pedestal that Ouyang Rong had groped before, his eyes anxious, looking for the orb all over the ground.

The underground palace was dark, and a ray of sunlight falling from the wellhead fell alone on the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace. It also fell on a young man who was mumbling with a blue nose and swollen eyes, and a knife stuck in his abdomen.

In this light, dust slowly ripples.

"Go back home...go back home...the pure land...my pure land...where is the pure land..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his short-haired head, with his arms behind his back, and was pressed hard by the slave in green. The short knife on his stomach slowly moved with the breathing of his chest and abdomen. He knelt in a pool of dripping blood.

Amidst the irritable and furious sounds of Liu Zilin searching for beads all over the ground, and the vicious insults from the Tsing Yi slaves around him.

Ouyang Rong slowly raised his head.

He raised his pale face, and at some point, his face was filled with tears and his eyes were red.

The young man who was kneeling suddenly stood up and struggled desperately, ignoring the blood gushing out from his abdominal wound.

The guard slave quickly suppressed him, but he still straightened his back, raised his head in tears, and cried heartbreakingly at the small well above his head:

"Oh my God! You're playing tricks on me! You keep playing tricks on me!"

The roar echoed through the underground palace.

A distant place that has long been regarded as a pure land of peace of mind is completely extinct.

Having a home and never returning home, and never having a home again, are two different things.

Without people from "far away", what would be left?

Ouyang Rong knelt down and looked up to the sky, his voice was hoarse and he roared silently.

Death is not scary, what is scary is the abominable and bloody reality in front of you after the disillusionment.

It would be better to die.

The slaves in green clothes either looked sideways and moved, or drew their swords with cold eyes.

"found it!"

At this moment, Liu Zilin, who was kneeling in front of the rosette and groping all over the ground, suddenly became happy. In the place where Ouyang Rong, who had just been filled with purple eyes, had groped with his palm, he also groped for something unusual - a mark carved on the ground.

The cold and rough stone carvings seem to be four characters.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden mechanism! You Ouyang Lianghan, you are so well hidden!"

Liu Zilin pressed his fingers hard on the unknown four-character stone carving.

no response.

He frowned slightly at first, then leaned down and brought his head closer.

The underground palace is dim. Although the lotus pedestal in the center is illuminated by the light from the wellhead, the ground under the pedestal is blocked by the lotus pedestal all year round, leaving it in a moist shadow and covered with deep moss.

Liu Zilin turned his head and was about to light a torch. He paused and without getting up, he drew out the moonlight sword and brought the sword close to him.

The perennial shadows under the rosette are dispersed by the gray moonlight.

The four-character stone carving finally revealed its true appearance.

Liu Zilin frowned and took a closer look, moved his head closer, and slowly read out: "Go...go...come?"

At the same time, the cold stone carving of "Go Back" carved by someone unknown on the floor silently absorbed the cold moonlight emitted by a certain sword blade for a while.

Liu Zilin suddenly frowned and found that the four-character stone carving in front of him seemed to... light up?

Yes, after the gray moonlight shrouded the Moonlight Sword, it began to emit brighter moonlight than the former, but the two seemed to have the same origin.

It's just that one is brighter and the other is darker.

"There really is a mechanism..." Before Liu Zilin's smile completely faded away.

"Click——!"

There was a slight cracking sound from all sides of the underground palace.

Below the rosette, the four-character stone carving of "Go Back" shines brightly.

It was as if a switch had been flipped correctly, and something that had been sleeping for a long time began to slowly awaken.

"What is this?" Liu Zilin straightened up and looked around with a mixture of joy and panic. The slaves in green clothes also hurriedly grasped their swords and were on alert.

There was an endless stream of subtle cracking sounds, coming from the four walls of the underground palace.

Click... click...

On the four walls with the murals of Buddha Jataka, fragments fell off, slowly revealing behind the murals... it looked like old walls blackened by fireworks.

And bright and dazzling moonlight slowly shot out from where these fragments fell off.

It seems that something is shining brightly on the old wall on the inner floor, even causing the new mural wall outside to fall down, which can no longer be blocked.

This scene is like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. It only takes three short breaths to fully reveal its true appearance.

On the four walls of the underground palace, there are lines of hastily scrawled writing that reappear along with the old walls.

These lines of unfamiliar handwriting are like the four-character stone carvings of "Go back, come back", emitting dazzling moonlight.

For a time, the underground palace was bright.

The faint shadows of Ouyang Rong, Liu Zilin, and the servants in blue were stretched very long.

The clear brilliance of the bright moon shines on the faces that look around blankly.

"I'm coming back... Will Wuhu not return to the countryside? Since I take my heart as a form of slavery... I am so sad and sad... What the hell is this?"

Liu Zilin stared at the long article on the wall, read the first few sentences, and couldn't help frowning, but just in case, he quickly took out the blood-stained Buddhist scriptures, lowered his head and recited silently. After finishing, he looked towards the underground palace where the light was shining, and shouted softly:
To be continued...