Master Zhongma, who left a legacy behind, did not know that the fire in the lotus pagoda outside the underground palace had been burning for a long time, billowing black smoke continuously filled the underground palace, and the inscriptions and stone carvings on the walls were covered by thick black ash.

Decades later, the new generation of monks who reopened the underground palace buried under the ruins must not have discovered these inscriptions behind the black ashes. They even misunderstood the suffocation and death of Master Zhongma, thinking that he became a Buddha in the physical body.

So they happily renovated the underground palace, covered up the old walls with new walls and new paintings, and preached the miracle of pure land ascension, ignoring the truly precious legacy left by Master Zhongma.

According to the last words of Master Zhongma, this "Hanshi" sword technique was given to the friend who was the abbot of Donglin Temple at that time before Tao Yuanming resigned from office in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and was passed down throughout the Southern Dynasties.

Directly passed down.

As for why Tao Yuanming was the sword master of "Han Shi" four hundred years ago, and what the fate was, it is still unknown.

Ouyang Rong supported the wall, turned his head indifferently, and looked around the Pure Land Palace.

This is not the pure land of Master Zhongma, but the place of his death.

This is also the place where Ouyang Lianghan died.

But the death of the predecessors changed the life of the descendants.

He also became...the sword bearer of a new tripod sword.

"How can there be any pure land of rebirth..."

The young man's blood-stained face showed a sad smile, he raised his head and stretched out his hand, pointing to the blue sky and white clouds outside the well mouth:

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

Ouyang Rong murmured, his rickety body holding his belly shaky. He suddenly saw several wellheads shaking in front of his eyes, feeling dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

In mid-air, the "arc" that had been static for a long time moved.

Seems to be getting closer.

"roll."

Ouyang Rong sat down against the wall, lowered his head and wiped his mouth.

The little guy named "Tianzuo" had a meal.

The next second, the rope ladder that was hanging down at the wellhead suddenly broke, and the innocent person fell down.

The remaining spiritual energy in Ouyang Rong's body was immediately completely drained.

There was a "bang"! The young county magistrate fell hard.

He frowned and turned his head sharply, and the "arc" in the sky disappeared without a trace.

It seems that he left for fun and didn't want to pay attention to someone.

Ouyang Rong got up silently.

The blood-water bond in my heart still exists firmly and cannot be shaken off.

It's just that the wave of silent killings just now temporarily depleted the spiritual energy in his body, making him unable to force it to appear.

At present, the entire Longcheng County is still a "sword furnace" made by craftsmen, which can transform into reality and hide at will.

Suddenly I discovered that this tripod sword actually had a little temper.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and remained silent...

After a stick of incense.

The backyard of Beitian Nursing Home.

At a wellhead that was being protected by a stone fence, a scabbard with a rope tied to it suddenly flew out and fell to the outside of the wellhead. With a "clunking" sound, the scabbard got stuck between the gaps in the stone fence.

Shaoqing, at the mouth of the well, suddenly a bloody hand stretched out towards the sky and grabbed the edge.

A young man with short hair covered in blood climbed out of the well with difficulty.

This scene has some similarities.

Ouyang Rong climbed out of the underground palace alone again.

This time, a group of people went down and one person climbed out.

Ouyang Rong turned over and fell, leaning against the mouth of the well, gasping for breath, lowering his head to tear off the cloth and treating the wound. The sunlight above his head made him dazzle and squint his eyes, and he opened his hands to shield himself from the sun.

Outside the well, there is still Donglin Temple in Longcheng County, under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Province, Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's not the missing manhole cover where he stumbled when he was taking the postgraduate entrance examination and worshiping Buddha in his previous life.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, his expression unclear whether he was sad or happy. On the ground beside him, there fell a moonlight sword and a new bronze beast face.

He was still holding a bloody head in his hand.

Ouyang Rong's palms trembled as he picked up the bronze animal mask.

This was a relic he found on Liu Zilin's body and belonged to Liu Zi'an.

As soon as his fingers touched the mask, Ouyang Rong's eyes filled with purple energy.

He licked his dry lips, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. His purple breath suddenly disappeared, and bells rang in his ears.

Another fifteen hundred merit equal to the previous time was consumed.

In the Merit Tower, there are more than 4,500 merit points left.

Purple mist surged from his palm, wrapping around the mask.

At a certain moment, the mask suddenly stopped vibrating and was completely refined.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and slowly put on the mask.

Then……

He saw the very familiar silhouette of a dull man in the mask.

"Hahaha……"

The young county magistrate smiled, his face blurred and bloody with tears. He lifted Liu Zilin's head in his hand and said:

"Ah Shan, you have seen it all... Liu Zian is dead, Liu Zilin is also dead, and now the only remaining accomplices are Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji, and Liu Fu. Don't worry, come one by one..."

He slowly took off his bronze mask, revealing a pair of absent-minded eyes:

"Master, I'm useless. I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, so I can't go down to accompany you."
Chapter completed!