Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Three

Chong Jie suddenly changed his color: "Stop! If you dare to put a finger on it, Brahma's punishment will come immediately!" Yang Yizhi said: "If there is a curse and punishment from the gods, let me bear it alone, and forgive the people in the deserted city!" Chong Jie's body shook violently, and then he became furious: "I order you, let go!" Yang Yizhi didn't speak anymore, but pushed towards the tripod with all his strength.This tripod symbolizes the supreme authority of the Brahma God, and also symbolizes the majesty like a god in a catastrophe. It is this authority and majesty that Yang Yizhi wants to smash.He wants to let the people of the deserted city know that their fate is not in the hands of Brahma or Chong Jie, and that only they can control them.

The gods don't need them, and they don't need gods. Therefore, curses and decline are not terrible, what is terrible is losing the heart to fight. Chong Jie suddenly became quiet, and retreated to the stone seat, tightly hugging his big white robe. He looked at Yang Yizhi with deep sadness: "If you insist on pushing, your body will be torn apart the moment the tripod moves..." His voice was so soft that it seemed to come from the sky: "Even I can't do it." save you." Yang Yizhi smiled faintly.so what? Acacia's gentle smile suddenly appeared in his heart, and he knew that if Acacia was here, he would definitely make the same choice as him.That's enough, if he still has an afterlife, if he tells her about this, she will feel very pleased for the people of the deserted city.

That's enough. He pushed with all his might. Chong Jie stood up suddenly, as if the huge stone seat couldn't bear his fury, a series of crackling sounds were made hoarsely.Silver snow scattered behind him, and spread around the hunting robe. He was like a monster in the last days, dancing wildly in the desolate white. He takes a step forward.Endless pressure leaked from his body, pressing heavily on Yang Yizhi like a mountain. Yang Yizhi didn't stop. "Stop!" Chong Jie's voice was hoarse and sad, even revealing a trace of panic. He stared blankly at Yang Yizhi, like a naughty child who accidentally slipped his favorite toy, and could only watch it fall into the abyss with infinite amazement and grief.

The cold wind howled, and the pressure he exerted on Yang Yizhi became stronger and stronger, but he no longer had the slightest pleasure of tormenting. Because it was him who caused all this. The man in front of him has no martial arts at all, he can knock him down with just a single finger. However, it was the firmness and fearlessness in his eyes that made Zhong Jie feel inexplicable fear. The game has gotten out of hand.It can only lead to destruction step by step. Chong Jie watched helplessly as he pushed towards the Brahma Cauldron, his clenched hands trembling uncontrollably.His voice was full of uncontrollable desperation: "I tell you to stop!"

Yang Yizhi didn't answer, he used all his mental power to concentrate the energy that his body had endured, and uploaded it to the cauldron.He knew that he couldn't hold on for too long, but he must push the tripod off the high platform before he fell down, and smash it in front of the eyes of the people! He wants to give them a godless world. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and Chong Jie's pale figure was getting closer and closer, slowly walking in front of him. How long can he last? Suddenly, a childish voice said: "Big Brother, I will help you!" A pair of small hands pressed on the huge cauldron.Yang Yizhi's body trembled, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a little child standing beside him, trying his best to help him push the tripod.The child's face was thin and yellow, and he was extremely weak, but his eyes were so innocent.Yang Yizhi suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes.

One by one, the figures walked proudly in front of him, pushing firmly on the huge cauldron with both hands. Chong Jie's body froze suddenly and did not move again. These common people, who kneeled at his feet like ants, turned a blind eye to him, and even disregarded his oracle, and blasphemed the sacred objects left by Brahma together! His wrath burns fiercely again! These ants!How dare you betray him! "Even if you really want to be smashed to pieces, we are willing to bear it with you." "When the goddess sacrificed for us, we could only watch helplessly, not daring to do anything. But now, we hope to rely on our own efforts and stop letting her worry about us."

"Huangcheng, no more gods!" The giant cauldron finally couldn't bear the thrust of so many people, it toppled over, rolled several times, fell from the high platform, and hit the ground heavily. The heaven and the earth shook together, as if it was the wrath of the gods. Yang Yizhi felt relieved for a while. They no longer need the gods, nor the pupils of Brahma.Everything, rely on your own hands! But he and the people must face one thing, the anger of the heavy robbery. This anger might kill them all! But Chong Jie didn't look at them.His eyes were full of shock and ecstasy, staring at the place under the high platform where Shi Ding collapsed.

A small clear spring flows out from the huge gap made by the stone tripod, washing the dirt of the earth.It was a clear sweet spring, and the moisture flowing from it brushed everyone's face freshly. It seemed so precious in the filth of the city. There was a gleam of light in everyone's eyes, they rushed down the high platform frantically, scooped up the spring water with their dirty hands, and couldn't wait to put it in their mouths. That is really sweet spring water! Could it be... Is there any hope for this city? All the people cheered, they rushed into the small spring with excitement, scooped up the clear spring frantically, and sprinkled it on everyone.

It was as sweet and warm as the sun. Suddenly, a burst of energy rushed in, sweeping away everyone! Everyone felt a pain in their body and fell out. His heavy feet were submerged in the water.His immaculate robes were soaked by the filthy spring water of the townspeople, but he didn't care at all.His eyes stared blankly at the broken stone tripod. The lotus was shattered, but a black light flashed in the middle of the cauldron. Chong Jie knelt down piously, kneeling in the spring water, holding up the black light with both hands. It was a huge black gemstone, like the night, in the middle of Zhong Jie's hands, there was no light shining.

The paleness of the heavy robbery and its darkness are like the two sides of day and night, shining on this world at the same time. Pupils of Brahma! Chong Jie lowered his head, pressed the gemstone tightly to his chest, his thin body trembled under the white robe, as if he was crying. The pupil of Brahma, after generations of searching and thousands of years of waiting, finally reappeared in the world! From then on, clear springs will spring up again, flowers will bloom again, and Sanlian City, which has been sunk for thousands of years, will be reborn again. Yang Yizhi was also surprised.How could this rare gem be hidden in the lotus cauldron?

When he engraved the stigmata of the snake and rescued the city people, he was convinced that there was no pupil of Brahma in the stone cauldron.Could it be that there is really a great god Brahma in the dark? Perhaps that is what the oracle meant.In the deserted city that has endured the five declines, the wells are dry, the food is rotten, and the plague is rampant. The only thing they can import is the magic medicine in this cauldron.Perhaps the pupil of Brahma was originally hidden in the deepest part of the cauldron, and it will be revealed after the magic medicine is scraped off. Perhaps, when no one believes in gods anymore, this gem of god will come to the world. Is this a mockery of God? A smile appeared on Yang Yizhi's face, but his energy was exhausted, and he couldn't move any more. The breeze was blowing, and the figure of Zhong Jie appeared in front of him.The pale ancestor held the black gem high, although the mask was still there, it could no longer conceal his excitement. He completely forgot about Yang Yizhi's blasphemy against him, and said with a smile: "Now, the pupil of Brahma has appeared, tell me your wish!" Yang Yizhi stared at him deeply: "You are the priest of the Eight White Room, the national teacher of Mongolia, the one who wants to get the pupil of Brahma?" Chong Jie smiled and said: "That's right! Not me, who else can get the glory of God? Find the pupil of Brahma, and the blessing of Brahma will reappear in the world. Therefore, I can forgive your sins, because you are about to see To the greatest god!" Is it finally possible to ask that question? Who killed the three elders of Wudang? Yang Yizhi believed that this pale young man might really know some oracle and find out the hidden secrets in the martial arts world.This may be God's reward for his hard work in helping the people in the deserted city. However, a faint figure suddenly appeared in his heart, which made his heart tingle, and almost subconsciously, he blurted out: "Princess...where is the princess?" There was a hint of surprise in Chong Jie's eyes, as if he hadn't expected him to ask this question.But then, a faint smile flashed from his eyes, spreading like night: "Want to know? You will see her soon." "It's just that the gem you found will kill her." Yang Yizhi was not surprised, because he had no time to react to these words, and his world became pitch black. Underground city. Behind the stone gate next to the statue is a deep corridor.At the top of the corridor is a huge picture of Brahma Jataka, which describes the story of Brahma's five hundred incarnations in the world, vividly. At the end of the corridor is a wall that cannot be seen from the top. A ray of sunlight came from nowhere and shone lazily on the high wall. In the pale yellow sunset, countless tiny dusts fluttered gently, making the dark red murals on the wall even more mottled. City of Gold, City of Silver, City of Black Iron. Every city is tall and luxurious, like a miracle. However, the most touching thing is not the majestic palace, nor the city wall piercing into the sky, but the prosperity that once existed in the city. The delicate and cumbersome strokes of the murals extend on the stone wall. The fertile and beautiful farmland, the criss-crossing streets, the dazzling array of shops, the different styles of dwellings, the majestic and tall palaces, the gardens with blooming flowers... are laid out in a patchwork pattern in the picture. .The triumphant army is wearing strong and sharp, and has just marched under the city gate; the hunting hunter leads Huang Qingcang to hunt down wild animals in the mountains; the harvest farmer sits in the fruitful field and takes a rest. In the bustling market, merchants from afar unload their camels, peddlers with burdens haggle over prices, and the boss behind the counter counts coins contentedly; , fighters fighting tigers and leopards; in the deep alleys, girls are dressing in the mirror, children are running and playing, women are whispering by the well, and old people are walking leisurely under the shade of trees with yellow dogs... The colors of joy, busyness, satisfaction and prosperity are all over the whole picture. Under the depiction of dark red paint, it looks old and unreal, just like the remembrance of the prosperous times many years ago. After being proud and envious, it is only a sad scene Sad. In the painting, there is a door on each of the walls of the three cities. real door. Gates of gold, silver, and black iron. The hinges of these three city gates were shining brightly without any dust, as if they were often opened by people.Each door is carefully engraved with vines of various colors. Among the vines, a long snake is holding its head up and spitting out letters, coiling around the top of the door, making the city gate extremely tall and real, in sharp contrast to the flat old murals .It seems that these city gates have been blessed by divine power inadvertently, protruding from the picture scroll and turning into real existence. As long as any one of them is pushed open, time and space will be confused, and you will enter the legendary prosperous and eternal capital city of gods. Suddenly, a soft creak came from the Black Iron Gate. The iron door opened slightly, and a pale and slender figure floated in. Heavy robbery. He closed his eyes suddenly, leaned on the mural, held Brahma's pupil tightly in his hand, gasped slightly, and seemed extremely tired. The gem was set against a silver setting and hung from his chest by a long chain.The huge black gemstone shone with majestic light, overhanging his skirt abruptly, making that pale and thin body seem to be overwhelmed. After a long time, he stood up straight and turned his gaze to the other two doors.It seems like I haven't made up my mind where to go first. After pondering for a moment, he pushed open the silver door. Behind the door, the wind blows, bringing a desolate white. This is actually a cliff, there is nothing behind the city gate, only a crumbling boulder is left, hanging alone above the abyss, boundless clouds and mist wrap around the boulder, and the scenery a little further away can no longer be seen I don't know. The boulder was originally a chaotic piece with a square meter, but it seemed to be split into two pieces by the magic ax that created the world. One side was laid flat on the ground, and the other side faced the direction of the city gate, standing upright.Like an open book, two huge pages face each other vertically. On the towering stone wall, a giant silver snake broke out of the wall, raised its head and spat out a message, and seemed to be carrying a huge sound of wind and thunder, and would fly away at any time. The body of the snake as thick as a bucket spiraled upwards, half of it sunk deep into the wall, and half of it protruded out of the stone wall, forming a narrow arc-shaped gap.The head of the snake is as big as a castan, and when you turn your head and look back, you can see two sharp teeth more than seven inches long above the gap below the body, with a white chain hanging from each end of the sharp teeth, hanging down to both sides, like the poison of the snake's mouth saliva. This is an extremely unique cage, worthy of hovering over the abyss of unpredictability. The wind picked up and the fog dispersed, and it could be vaguely seen that a white figure was being imprisoned in it. Yang Yizhi. The silver snake wrapped around his ankles and his chest, binding him firmly to the stone wall, and the white chains tightly wrapped around his wrists, forcibly hanging his arms. He lowered his head, his face was extremely pale, it seemed that he had just endured extremely cruel torture and had fallen into a coma.The clothes on his chest were completely torn, and the jet-black hair was untied and hung down to his waist, which was the only color in this white space. The wind and mist are miserable. Chong Jie came slowly in front of him, gently brushed away the loose black hair on his face, and quietly stared at his comatose face. In the afterglow of the setting sun, that handsome face was as pale as paper, and his brows were tightly wrinkled, revealing deep sadness, but this sadness was not because of the pain he was suffering, but for the sake of the people all over the world who were affected by disease and war. The ravaged common people. This is the face like a god, like the compassion of a god. In order to relieve the suffering of others, he is willing to take off his spotless white clothes, step down from the lotus platform, and walk into endless purgatory. The penetrating pupils slowly shrank, revealing engraving jealousy. What kind of perfection is this, a dream that he will never be able to achieve! Jealousy burned like a fire in his chest. The hand he was caressing Yang Yizhi's face couldn't help shaking violently, his long nails suddenly sank, and a bloody gash was drawn on Yang Yizhi's face. Blood soaked out, blooming like plum blossoms on Chong Jie's pale fingers.He withdrew his hand like receiving an electric shock. He looked at the blood on Yang Yizhi's face in astonishment, and then looked down at his hands, as if he didn't believe it was done by him. He shook his head with endless remorse, carefully picked up his sleeves, and wiped away the blood on his face with endless pity. The wound was not deep. Chong Jie breathed a sigh of relief. There was compensatory tenderness in his eyes, he gently picked up the hair on Yang Yizhi's face, combed it away with his fingers, and weaved it into various patterns in his palm.Time and time again, but still unsatisfactory, carefully edited, and hastily dismantled. His expression is like that of a child who will never grow up, hiding in a dark corner, dressing up as his beloved doll, never tired of it. At this moment, with a light cough, Yang Yizhi woke up. Chong Jie was a little startled, waved his long hair away from his hands, and instantly regained his haughty posture, staring at Yang Yizhi coldly. Yang Yizhi's consciousness gradually recovered, but his body was still as weak as a deep sleep, and every slight movement would cause a sharp pain.He didn't notice Chong Jie's weird behavior just now, he just barely opened his eyes and said softly: "Where is she?" The first thing he said after waking up was to ask her whereabouts. Resentment, jealousy, anger and self-respect flashed by Jie's eyes, and disappeared without a trace. He raised the pupil of Brahma in his hand, and said calmly: "She is in this palace, devoutly reshaping the statue of Brahma. After everything is completed, I will put the pupil of Brahma back into the body of the statue. Then, you , I, and she will all witness the coming and blessing of Brahma." "Enough." Yang Yizhi frowned: "How many people do you want to drag into your pathetic fantasy? There is no Brahma, no gods in this world!" Chong Jie looked at him quietly, neither angry nor rebuttal.After Yang Yizhi finished speaking, he raised the gem in his hand to his eyes, stared at the brilliance for a long time, and said slowly: "In your eyes, the reconstruction of Sanlian City is just a myth. merit." Yang Yizhi sneered: "Even if you reshape Brahma, even if he blesses you, what will happen after that? So what?" There was a cold sarcasm in Zhong Jie's eyes: "After that, we will own the whole world." Yang Yizhi was stunned: "You? You are the last descendant of the Asura clan, so where did you come from, and where did you come from this world?" Zhong Jie couldn't help laughing out loud.He pressed the pupil of Brahma to his chest, and made a gesture of pity: "Do you know how stupid your mistake is? I am the last royal family of Asura, but not the last descendant." "We're everywhere." There was a soft clang of the chain, and Yang Yizhi slowly raised his head. He seemed to have a vague sense of the meaning beyond what Chong Jie said. This vague meaning, with a frightening austerity, is like a demon with wings spread, flying across the sky, and the haze has enveloped the entire earth in an instant. Zhongjie's cynical smile faded away and became extremely solemn: "The Asura clan not only exists in mythology, but also exists in all beings in the heaven and earth, and in the six realms of reincarnation. In the heavens, it is the Asura clan who fight with the gods; in the human world It is also the Asura tribe who are strong and strong, and who conquer all directions. Our race has never perished, and the people who live on the vast grassland, live by the water, and fight endlessly are all my race." Yang Yizhi's expression became serious.He almost forgot that the young man in the white robe in front of him was not only the owner of the city in the center of the earth, but also the ruler of the Eight White Houses, the national teacher of Mongolia. This may be a serious disaster for the world. Chong Jie raised his head, stared at the endless sky, and said slowly: "Our ideals have never disappeared, but have been constantly practiced. Hundreds of years ago, a great warrior appeared in our family. His childhood asceticism once again moved God, it is said that the blessing of Brahma was engraved on his banner of the dead, and since then he has led thousands of cavalry and almost conquered the whole world." Yang Yizhi gradually understood: "You mean... Genghis Khan?" Zhong Jie smiled and nodded: "He conquered one after another glorious cities, but never stayed in them. Because, he once swore to the gods that he would never stop in any city before rebuilding the great Three Linked Cities. Then, he chose a site at the foot of Kashgar Kunlun to build an eternal capital..." He sighed long and his expression darkened: "It's a pity that he got the merits bestowed by the gods, but he didn't get the lifespan bestowed by the gods. He After his death, this unprecedented vast empire fell apart immediately, and the reconstruction of the Three Linked Cities also came to naught.” He looked back at Yang Yizhi, and said word by word: "The unrealized great cause can only be accomplished by me." Then, the pride and expectation in his voice were instantly blown away by the mountain wind, leaving behind deep sorrow: "Because I am the last royal family, I must bear this responsibility." Yang Yizhi looked at him, frowned and said: "What do you rely on to bear it? Brahma's blessing? It is true that as the Mongolian national teacher, you can persuade the Mongolian royal family to launch a campaign, but this is not the era of Genghis Khan!" Chong Jie didn't answer.His gaze rested on Yang Yizhi's face for a long time, before he said, "Do you still remember the plague in the deserted city?" Yang Yi was startled. Chong Jie nodded with a smile, and said word by word: "That is power." "I said, I am the plague of all cities. Once the conquest begins, every prosperous city will tremble, howl, and rot under the disease I bring. But our army is protected by Brahma and I, Safe and sound—what kind of power is this?" Yang Yizhi was speechless. It turned out that the sudden plague did not come from bad luck, but was under his single-handed control.He already had the antidote in his hand, so the so-called sacrifice and the so-called stigmata might just be a scam! He lived on the stone platform and was worshiped by the city people, but he didn't do it to save people, but to use these poor people to test the antidote. Everyone is being teased. The real disaster star of the city is himself. A sneering voice interrupted his thinking: "Once this kind of power is used in war, what will happen to you, you, your country?" Yang Yizhi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. The withered, corrupt, dilapidated city, the black-spotted and foul-smelling corpses in the streets and alleys once again appeared in front of his eyes.All of this is flowing in the Brahma pupil on Chongjie's chest, and it seems that it will jump out of the dark light at any time, turning into endless shadows and covering the whole world! The cold words of Zhongjie seem to confirm his ominous premonition: "Just wait for Brahma to come and print his blessings on the carefully preserved banner of the dead, and the iron hoof will walk every corner where the sun shines. One day, the endless and vast greatness In the empire, the eternal capital was rebuilt." He swung his white robe sleeves down suddenly, as if he wanted to cut off the endless, deep and vast land: "This is a fate that no one can avoid..." Then, he raised his head slowly, stared at Yang Yizhi, and his voice became melancholy and low: "My life will also be completely dedicated to this great cause that will shine through the ages, and I will do my best..." Endless sadness lingered from his words, like the changing clouds around. Suddenly, this sadness turned into a thunderous rage. His slender hand was firmly stuck on Yang Yi's neck, and he roared: "Am I not pious enough? Am I not responsible enough? Am I not great enough?" In the severe pain, Yang Yizhi raised his head slowly, but there was only deep sadness in his eyes. Chong Jie let go of his hand, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down: "Before Brahma descends, I want you to do one thing." Yang Yizhi closed his eyes: "I won't do anything for you." Chong Jie looked at him silently, as if he already knew his answer. He looked away, and suddenly smiled softly: "The moment the statue was put together, I would have killed her." There was a crisp sound of the chain, and Yang Yizhi suddenly opened his eyes: "What did you say?" Chong Jie said indifferently: "It is said that she is the only person in this world who can win Brahma's favor. Therefore, I originally planned to drop her into the abyss of the earth at the moment Brahma came, and accompany the great god forever—— What a perfect sacrifice." He gently spread his sleeves, as if describing a grand celebration. He clung to Yang Yizhi's ear, his voice full of temptation: "If you agree to my request, I might let her go." Yang Yizhi's gentle face was once again occupied by anger: "What do you want?" Zhong Jie quietly watched his angry face, a smile appeared in his ever-changing pupils, but it was so pure, clear and soul-stirring. He stretched out his hand and caressed Yang Yizhi's face inch by inch, revealing deep admiration, envy and affection. This man, after all the torture, was still so handsome, gentle, and charming. So, amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Chong Jie said softly: "I want you to be the face under my mask."