Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty

Outside the Golden Gate. Chong Jie buried his face in the depths of the white robe on his knees, his crying became weaker and weaker, and gradually he could not hear clearly, and finally only heart-piercing convulsions remained. Under the torn clothes, his bare shoulders looked so pale and thin, and he was still trembling.The long silver hair is like a messy spider web, winding on the ground. He was like a white moth trapped in a spider's web, trembling in despair in the endless darkness. The moment he pushed Yang Yizhi into the door, he heard a broken voice in his heart. After many years of loneliness, he finally found his beloved doll.This doll is so beautiful, kind, intelligent, and charming...with all his imagination of beauty.

He originally wanted to keep him and be with him forever, and from then on, he would no longer be lonely, and would no longer be shivering in pain because of loneliness.He wants to put him on the most noble throne with his own hands, put on the most gorgeous clothes, and put on the most perfect makeup... Be his perfect embodiment. Be a mirror in which he looks at himself. However, because of that unforgivable mistake, he had to destroy this beloved doll with his own hands. What a pain. Why is fate so cruel, it has taken away his mother, his health, his beauty, his dignity, and finally his only beloved doll.

What is this for?What did he do wrong? Xiangsi leaned against the stone wall beside the door, the hand holding the hairpin was still shaking slightly.She didn't know when the heavy robbery would open the golden door. Yang Yizhi stood beside her, holding the lintel with one hand, and leaning on his forehead with the other.His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't dare to look at her again. Sweat dripped down his loose long hair. What a cruel torture, it made him feel more pain than the pain of the five decays of heaven and man. Dirty clothes, sweaty body, withered corolla, stinky body...all of these, although unbearable, are nothing but dust on the body, as long as a thread of cleanliness remains on the altar, there is nothing to fear.

But now, it was his soul that was sinking.He has been a gentleman all his life, clear as the moon, but he has to endure the most filthy thoughts floating in his heart one by one, but he is powerless and unable to resist. He held on to the lintel with all his strength, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, but he didn't know how long he could bear it. Yang Yizhi buried his head deeply in his sleeves, and covered his gaze with his long messy hair. For the first time, deep helplessness was revealed in those high-spirited and clear eyes. Chong Jie stopped the silent crying and stood up slowly.

He seemed to want to investigate the situation in the room, but his eyes flicked past the snake's head and landed on the dusty Brahma Jataka at the top of the corridor. Where did it go wrong? He thought irritably of everything he had done. Decorate the palace, let Yang Yizhi put on the crown, kneel with him in front of the god statue, unfurl the banner of the dead, insert the pupil of Brahma, and pray devoutly... Everything is perfect, exactly as in the legend.Brahma has also come, but why didn't he bestow blessings? Am I not pious enough?But I have given my all. Suddenly, the ray of light when Brahma's pupils were inlaid on the Dharma statue appeared in front of his eyes.

At that time, Brahma did come to this underground palace, which proved that his asceticism was not in vain. The Dharma image was reduced to ashes the moment Brahma descended, only to be desecrated. Is lovesickness? Is it Yang Yizhi? Suddenly, a ray of light shot straight down in his mind, and his heart trembled suddenly. He found that it was himself, not others, who had blasphemed Brahma. Because he didn't give everything. He kept his most cherished doll and locked it up as his own confinement instead of dedicating it to the glory of Brahma.This is the most selfish blasphemy, he is no longer religious!

He looked at the picture of Brahma Jataka above his head, with a burst of anger and fear in his eyes. Like a lonely child, holding his last doll tightly, looking at the one who will take it away with fear and resentment.It was his one and last treasure.Without it, how would he face this desolation, how would he face himself who was as ugly as a monster? Tears poured down his face, and he let them flow. In the picture of Jataka, Brahma sits in a lotus stamen, and the world gradually takes shape under the influence of his great will. He is gentle and benevolent, just like all the virtues Chong Jie saw in Yang Yizhi.Feeling a burst of grief and anger in his heart, he said sharply, "Do you have to take him away from me? Do you have to do this to give me a blessing?"

"You really are greedy. I sacrificed my health, beauty and even my life, but I still can't impress you. It turns out that what you want is not me, but my most cherished doll!" He clenched his fists tightly and questioned the god statue above his head: "You even want to take away the last thing from me. Aren't you an omnipotent god? Why do you want to fight me for a substitute? Don't you? Feel like you're not perfect?" The idol was speechless. The heavens are all there, and the world is complete. That is the supreme power of the gods, and only this kind of power can create the immortal Three Linked City.But the heavens and the world are silent, leaving only a silent desolation.

Zhong Jie suddenly floated up, and punched heavily on the mural. Debris flew. Blood splashed from his fist, but Zhong Jie seemed to have no intuition, punch after punch, and smashed hard at the sacred mural. His tears gushed out wildly, as if he wanted to vent all his suppressed emotions. His sadness, his pain, his loneliness... are all released at this moment, without any scruples, without any responsibility, without any hope. At this moment, he is just a child who has been robbed of his beloved toy, and willfully destroyed. His mournful wail echoed in the dimly lit hallway: The blood-stained Brahma Jataka had turned into a Shura world.

Creation is like destruction. Blood poured down one after another, and the corridor was also covered with the blood of the catastrophe, which floated down with him. All his grief and indignation had been expressed, and the indifference returned to his face. It was the indifference where enthusiasm had been burned out, as if it was the dead ashes accumulated in the dungeon for thousands of years, with no vitality left. He slowly picked up the Asura Crown Clothes scattered on the ground, put them on himself carefully one by one, and then bowed respectfully to the Jataka. He is no longer afraid of his pale ugliness, because he knows that the beauty of the infinitely bright world, whether it belongs to Brahma or Yang Yizhi, does not belong to him.

Can only look up. He turned and walked towards the golden gate. Time passed minute by minute. The heavy robbery has not opened the door yet. Xiangsi's hand holding the hairpin was already covered with cold sweat. Yang Yizhi looked back at her from time to time, and struggled to close his eyes again. He tried his best to divert his attention, but he couldn't help but see the raised skirt, the open placket, and the slight tremors from her body in his mind. What a painful torture. His loose long hair trembled in the dim light, and he clacked his knuckles holding the door lintel. His knuckles were pale and abrupt, as if they were about to be deeply embedded in the door. The seven venoms turned into the deepest desires, colliding alternately in his body, eating away at his remaining will. He closed his eyes in pain. If he could, he would sacrifice everything, just to get back his original noble self. Change to his usual gentleness and elegance, change to a smile as clear as the moon, stand silently in front of her, use his gentleness and tolerance to calm her fear and give her shelter. But the huge heartbeat hit his body like a thunder drum, making his consciousness gradually dull, leaving only one thought. Crush her and crush yourself. Then there is liberation. Acacia heard his painful trembling. She couldn't help but said in panic: "You... are you okay?" His whole body was trembling, his fingernails had sunk into his palms, dripping with blood. He raised his head with difficulty, but the smile on his face was so bleak, he whispered: "Put that hairpin... through the hole behind my ear, and out of the hole under my jaw... it will make me feel sick. Temporarily unconscious... hurry..." The two acupoints Qiao Kong and Chengjiang are very close to the vital points, a little carelessness can cause fatal injuries.Looking at the sharp hairpin in her hand, Xiangsi didn't know what was wrong for a moment. Yang Yizhi's body shook violently. The flames transformed from the seven venoms finally erupted like a volcano, smashing all his consciousness into pieces. He suddenly raised his head, his face pale from blood loss was covered with long hair wet with sweat, and his clear eyes were already blood red. At that moment, Xiangsi instinctively raised the hairpin in her hand, but couldn't help hesitating. For the first time, she saw that the man who was always as dignified as a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties was so painful, so confused, and so helpless. Did she really want to hurt him with the sharp weapon he gave her to deal with the enemy when he was in the most pain? For her, I carved holy marks in front of the lotus cauldron in the deserted city, and endured the five declines of heaven and man; for her, I went in and out of the Mongolian military camp several times, and fought bloody battles; for her, I shed blood on the cracks in the abandoned city , but finally said "I'm sorry" to her with infinite apology... Her eyes became hot, and she no longer knew what to do. After hesitating for a moment, Yang Yizhi's figure suddenly moved. His clothes are wet with sweat, his corolla is withered, and his long hair is loose. At that moment, he was no longer as handsome as a god, nor as gentle as jade. He is like an angel who has fallen into purgatory, his white wings have turned into a shadow of destruction and abuse, covering everything. Xiangsi only felt a burst of scorching hot breath rushing towards her, but she was already crushed to the ground by him. With a loud bang, the golden door was pushed open. Heavy robbery. Dressed in the grandest crown of Asura King and wearing a mask of infinite paleness, he stands under the glorious golden gate. White hair, white crown, white robe, infinitely high, infinitely brilliant. He grabbed Yang Yizhi violently and threw it out heavily. Black blood spurted out, and after a violent cough, the blood on his face gradually disappeared, becoming paler and paler. Blood was coughing up continuously, and every inch of the muscles and bones in his body was in severe pain like being broken, but there was a gratified smile on his face. That way, it won't hurt her at all. He raised his head reluctantly, as if he wanted to smile at her so that she would not have to worry, but his eyes gradually became blurred, and finally, he fell into a coma. Chong Jie looked at him coldly for a long time, then sighed deeply: "It's late." Xiangsi just woke up from the great shock, but heard the ominousness from his voice, and said in amazement: "Why is it late? Why?" "For you!" Zhong Jie suddenly turned around, waved his gorgeous long sleeves, and pointed at her falsely: "The five declines of heaven and man have all appeared. He is hopeless!" Xiangsi showed disbelief on his face: "No, it's impossible!" Chong Jie said coldly: "In the deserted city, he endured the sacrifice for you. The five declines of heaven and man should have occurred immediately and re-entered reincarnation. I used my own blood to temporarily stop the progress of the five declines of heaven and man. However, he drank After injecting the venom, the fate of decline has been opened again, just now on him, the last stage of the five declines of heaven and man has appeared." Acacia was stunned. The last stage of the five declines of heaven and man is "Unhappy Benzai". After the appearance of this sign, heaven and man are no longer contented in the pure lotus platform, wandering and confused, trapped by desires. After that, the five declines are complete, and the lifespan of heaven and man will be exhausted, and they will re-enter reincarnation. Xiangsi looked straight at Chong Jie, and gradually, her eyes showed deep-seated hatred: "You already thought of this the moment you let him in, didn't you?" Zhong Jie nodded: "You have committed an unforgivable crime, I have to execute the punishment of heaven. Originally, after today, he will appear in all the five declines of heaven and man, and then enter reincarnation. And you will give birth to descendants with my bloodline , to repeat my mother's fate." Before he could finish his words, Xiangsi's face became extremely pale. Chongjie paused, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "But at the last moment, I received an oracle from Brahma, and changed my mind." He took a few steps forward, leaned over to pick up Yang Yizhi's hand, and gently stroked the snake-shaped scar on his wrist: "You can rest assured that I will use all methods to save his life. However, the five declines of heaven and man are not enough." In the process of resisting, his body is still alive, but his past is dead." There was a little confusion in Acacia's sad eyes. Zhongjie sneered and explained cruelly: "His previous memories will all disappear. He will be as pure as a baby, and will only obey Brahma—the god who gave him a new life." Lovesickness was shocked—memory disappears, so what is the difference between re-entering reincarnation? Chong Jie looked at Yang Yizhi's pale face and sighed deeply: "From today on, he will be enshrined to a great god. He is no longer my substitute, but the God of Creation—the incarnation of Brahma in the world!" Xiangsi shook her head: "What nonsense are you talking about, are you really crazy?" Chong Jie didn't mind her disobedience at all, and said with a smile, "Our asceticism of past dynasties was not in vain. Although Brahma didn't come in person, he chose his substitute at that ceremony. In the near future, he will replace Brahma, Standing in the majestic palace, imprint the blessings of the gods on the flag of the undead." "My princess," he gave Acacia a meaningful look, "you will also have a new mission. Together with the banner printed with the seal of blessing, you will be sent to Altan Khan, the king of the grassland." "From then on, the great war will begin, and the black flag will fly high to conquer every inch of the land where the sun shines." a day later. In the majestic palace. The idol beside the crack has been reduced to ashes. Yang Yizhi was wearing Brahma's holy white robe, standing on the lotus platform. His appearance was shrouded in divine light, extremely noble and majestic. It's just that there is no warmth in his eyes, just like a cold pool that has been frozen for thousands of years, without any waves. Chong Jie was dressed in the most magnificent crown of the Asura clan, and knelt down in front of him devoutly. The black undead banner unfolded in his hands.The familiar and pious prayer echoed in the magnificent palace again: "Great god, please bless me..." Yang Yizhi looked at him silently, motionless. The heavy robbery repeated itself again. As if he heard Chongjie's prayer, Yang Yizhi slowly raised his wrist. Chong Jie held up his hand respectfully, his fingernails followed the snake-shaped scar on his hand, slightly cut a bloodstain, and then printed it on the corner of the flag. Yang Yizhi still had no expression on his face. He seems to have completely forgotten everything in the world, and he is completely regarded as a puppet of God. The bloody imprint finally reappeared on the banner that had been glorious for hundreds of years, revealing a dim and sad light. Chong Jie knelt in the hall, hugging the black flag tightly to his chest, weeping with joy. At this moment, the sky was filled with dust.The haggard corpses in the city seemed to let out a sigh, and a tear rolled down from their empty eye sockets. Three days later. Acacia finally saw the sun outside. Together with the carefully wrapped flag of the dead, she was sent on a carriage to Altan Khan's camp. When leaving the dusty abandoned city, Xiangsi couldn't help but look back. According to the legend, the eternal city of Three Links is going farther and farther in the endless sunset. Is it really going to be rebuilt in the world amid boundless killings and blood? ("Fengyue Liancheng" ends, please see the aftermath)