Before the morning dew disappeared, there was a faint mist over the Star Peak. The morning breeze in the mountains carries the fragrance of herbs, wandering between the buildings. At this time in the past, the voices of disciples reciting the achievement method would be heard from everywhere in the attic. But today, the whole gate is extremely silent, as if shrouded in an invisible cloud.
Lin Jianxiao stood in the corner of the practice field, slowly collecting his work. After the blood awakened, his perception became extremely sharp. The subtle anomalies everywhere in the mountain gate could not escape his induction-the lights of the law enforcement hall were on all night, and there were several obscure prohibitions outside the sutra depository, even the air was filled with 1 disturbing smell.
On the bluestone path, the disciples in twof twof whispered about something. They unconsciously lowered their voices as they spoke, with a hint of fear in their eyes. The body found in the sutra depository became a lingering shadow that hung over everyone's hearts.
Through the courtyard full of herbs, Lin Jianxiao came to the Healing Hall. Sandalwood burned slowly in the bronze tripod, dispelling the cold breath. Song Qian was lying on the bed in the inner room. His breath was more stable than that of the previous few days, but his face was still as pale as paper. The mantra at the head of the bed is bright and dark, showing the unstable state of his spiritual power.
Shen Qingxue stood in front of the window, the blue Taoist robe becoming colder and colder in the morning light. She didn't look back, but she was clearly aware of Lin Jianxiao's arrival. In the medicine garden outside the window, 1 early-bloated camellias swayed gently in the wind, adding a bit of sadness to the silence.
Song Qian on the bed suddenly gave a faint moan of 1. His eyelids fluttered a few times and slowly opened. Those bloodshot eyes flashed a clear light, and then covered with a layer of struggling pain. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a vague sound.
Lin Jianxiao leaned close to the bed and felt 1 weak but abnormal energy fluctuation coming from Song Qian's body. That energy made the blood in his body ache, like some kind of warning. Sapa was also emitting a hint of warmth at the same time, resonating strangely with that energy.
Song Qian seemed to want to struggle to sit up, but his weak body could only tremble slightly. His eyes suddenly became very clear, staring at Lin Jianxiao's direction, but not at Lin Jianxiao himself, but at something behind him. The eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
"Stars... Stars... Fall..." A few intermittent words spit out from Song Qian's mouth with difficulty, then a mouthful of blood gushed out, and fell into a coma. The mantra at the head of the bed flickered violently a few times, a faint warning buzz.
Shen Qingxue quickly turned around, his hands pinched tactic, a clear gas into Song Qian body. The light of the spell gradually calmed down. Her eyes stayed for a moment on the jade in Lin Jianxiao's chest, hesitating. Finally, I just took out a yellowed sheet of paper from my sleeve and gently placed it on the table at the head of the bed.
The page was densely filled with strange runes, with twisted strokes, but 1 a strange sense of beauty. In the morning light, those runes seemed to glow slightly. Lin Jianxiao only took one look, and the blood in his body produced a strong restlessness, as if to break through some shackles.
The temperature of the sapphire rose abruptly, emitting a halo of 1 circles if not. The runes actually had some kind of induction with the jade, and some vague pictures could be seen-the ancient altar under the starry sky, the burning palace, the white figure in the blood...
There was a sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside, interrupting this strange induction. Several disciples from the law enforcement hall came in a hurry, looking dignified. The situation is obviously extraordinary when the leader convenes the first meeting of the peaks.
Shen Qingxue's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, but the kind of warning remained in Lin Jianxiao's heart. The healing hall fell silent again, only the sandalwood in the bronze tripod was still burning slowly.
Lin Jianxiao stood in front of the window, looking at the misty sutra depository in the distance. The morning light shone through the clouds and cast a mottled shadow on the old building. The temperature of the jade gradually returned to normal, but the throbbing deep in the blood was lingering.
A bold idea took shape in his mind-it was time to go to the sutra depository to find the truth. All the clues point there: the mysterious runes, the visions that Song Qian saw, the special energy fluctuations in the dead... and all these seem to have some mysterious connection with the mystery of his blood.
The twilight is four together, and the fog on the star peaks is heavier. Lin Jianxiao stood alone on the bluestone path outside the Healing Hall, feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power in the night wind. He knew that the 1 exploration of life and death, secrets and truth was about to begin. And this, perhaps, is just the first step to solve the mystery of blood.
[To be continued]