Chapter 53: Dawn Breaks and the World Illuminates

e saved after all.After that, he played dead and struggled many times, but it was just a performance before the golden cicada shed its shell.Of course, he was also truly trying his best to "struggle,"...This time seeing Zhang Yong, the other party can be said to have a drastic change in temperament.

Sudden changes happen, it's normal to have such variations.

But... I just feel something's off.

Just like when I saw him outside the Heavenly Mansion Secret Realm, he acted reserved and timid, perfectly fitting the image of a descendant from a fallen noble family.

I always inexplicably feel uneasy.

This kind of "discomfort" doesn't mean that Jiang Wang has any opinions or negative feelings about the person.

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On the contrary, he had a very good impression of Zhang Yong at that time.

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It's just that he subconsciously felt it wasn't quite right, not natural enough.

Just like that state of being at the time, there was a dissonance. And right now, this Zhang Yong who looked withered and gaunt, though filled with sadness, emptiness, apprehension, and pain, Jiang Wang felt strangely that this was the true him.

There is no logical reason, just the most direct feeling.

In any case, since there was no possibility of recruiting Zhang Yong for the time being, Jiang Wang decided not to waste any more time here.

Yang Guo was located in the northwest of Qi country. He drove a carriage expertly, pulled by swift horses.

With the reputation of a heavy-armed expert, the carriage moved smoothly and unimpeded along its journey.

And Jiang Wang sat cross-legged inside the carriage, meditating with closed eyes.

Maple Forest Territory.

Almost all life had extinguished, only a faint ember of vitality burned in the body of a withered husk.

I don't know how long it has been.

In the territory of Fenglin City, time seemed to lose all meaning. The only evidence of its passage was perhaps the endless expanse of tombs behind this individual...

He, alone, buried everyone.

He remembered that this place should be the Wang clan's territory.

Well, which place in Maplewood City doesn't he know

How many years has he lived here

Memory can truly be a torment.

Ling He trekked through the ruins.

The encroaching aura of the underworld should have taken his life long ago, but for some reason, he always clings to a breath.

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That breath wasn't the air of respiration, but a wisp of profound yellow and clear qi that floated in the Hall of Heavenly Ascension.

Ling He wasn't sure if it was the merit brought by his reciting of the "Taishang Jing" to transcend the deceased.

Above is profound and below is yellow, the colors of heaven and earth.

He only knew he was still alive.

Since you're still alive, you have to do something. You have to accomplish something.

He is a determined and persevering person.

It is precisely because of this persistence and determination that his practice has always stayed on track.

Ling He had lost count of how many bodies he buried, how many graves he piled.

He just walked forward, saw the corpses, laid them to rest and recited scriptures for their soul's peace.

Thus, repeatedly.

He walked to the most remote corner of Wang's estate, where the residents were likely the most neglected.

But Ling He doesn't care about these things. He never cared about wealth, status, beauty or ugliness; he was the "good-for-nothing" person Zhao Ru Cheng talked about.

Strangely, it seems like there are the most dead people here.

They did not die from natural disasters, but from some powerful force that killed them almost instantly, with no resistance.

Ling He licked his dry lips.

Let's start digging the hole.

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Along the way, they buried and along the way, they built graves.

There was a small courtyard in front of me. Unexpectedly, in such a large-scale disaster, most of the houses had collapsed.

Only this small courtyard remains intact.

But after all, it's still deserted.

Ling He pushed open the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was the rotten, decaying corpse of the orange cat.

This stench of death didn't bother him anymore; he had grown accustomed to it these days.

What troubled him was the cat's death—it seemed to have been dismembered.

Such cruelty made him frown.

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He pondered for a moment, then dug a small hole and buried it, reciting scriptures over it.

Ling He continued walking forward, entering the bedroom, and discovered Wang Changxiang's corpse lying on his back. Because he was accomplished in cultivation, the body hadn't decomposed yet.

The expression he saw on Wang Changxiang's face was one he hadn't seen on anyone else along the way.

That expression, it wasn't exactly painful, more like...at ease

Ling He didn't think much, he went forward and carried Wang Changxiang's body out of the room, then dug a hole in the courtyard and buried him next to the orange cat.

When he was finished with everything, he turned around and looked. Under the lounge chair in the yard, he found a scripture that had fallen to the ground.

It seemed to have been flipped over halfway, but it was hastily dropped.

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The owner of the book probably didn't have time to pick it up.

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Ling He looked at Wang Changxiang's grave, thinking that the owner of this courtyard shouldn't be Wang Changxiang, but must have a close relationship with him.

Ling He stepped forward, picked up the book, and looked at the cover.

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The book cover should be made by the owner of the book himself, very meticulous and well-arranged. On the cover, in an upright and composed font, it is written—— "Duren Jing".

Ling He couldn't help but sit down on the lounge chair and began to flip through this scripture.

He was too tired, but physical exhaustion wasn't unbearable.

What is truly unbearable is the pain in one's heart.

Every corpse he buried with his own hands seemed to tell him that those experiences were not a nightmare.

... but something that has actually happened and can never be undone.

Perhaps the Tao Te Ching holds a solution to the soul's rootlessness.

Though the *Durensanjing* itself does not contain magical powers or techniques, as a scripture and a classic text, it is the core scripture of the Penglai lineage.

Its full name should be "The Supreme Dao of Profound Mysteries, Precious Scripture of Boundless Salvation for Excellent People".

This sutra is reputed to be the foremost of all sutras, the root of all teachings, and the origin of the one dharma realm.

Recitation of this sutra is said to be able to avert celestial disasters, protect emperors, ward off poison, and benefit all people. Both men and women who are protected by it will enjoy longevity.

This is a scripture for teaching the way, not the fundamental scripture for practice, so it's not particularly secret.

Though it originally possessed immeasurable divine powers, the copy lacked any supernatural abilities.

The true value lies in the mysteries of heaven and earth as described in ancient texts. Those with wisdom can glean something from them.

Since ancient times, there have been many scholars and sages who devoted their lives to studying the classics and pursuing spiritual enlightenment.

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And such profound scholars, who have exhausted the secrets of the classics, are not uncommon to attain sudden enlightenment in one instance, achieving great wisdom and supernatural powers, ascending to the peak of transcendence in a single step, and becoming legendary tales.

It is rumored that those who can thoroughly read the *Dumen Jing* are said to be "blessed by immortals, saving countless people, opening the eight gates, flying through the heavens. They know all about karma, good and bad, and destiny. All beings receive enlightenment, with dead souls reborn into living bodies. Those who obtain this rebirth can ascend to heaven."

Of course, it's just a rumor and no one has ever actually seen it.

As for the fundamental scripture of the Penglai lineage, the *High Saint Taishang Yuchén Jing*, it does indeed possess boundless magical powers.

Along with the *Purple Void Profound and Excellent Scripture* from Yujing Mountain, the *Mixed Yuan Birth Scripture* from Daluo Mountain, and the *Kai Huang Final Calamity Scripture*, this scripture is considered one of the most powerful cultivation methods in the world.

What made the scriptures Linghe obtained special was the annotations from the original owner.

In his view, the person should be a scholar who has devoted his whole life to studying Taoism and lived in seclusion in the Wang clan's land for some unknown reason. The man had a very profound understanding of the Taoist scriptures, his writing was simple yet profound, and it perfectly captured the essence of Taoism.

Some concepts Linghe does not agree with, but he has to admit that the other party has a point.

The further you scroll, the more you can feel a subtle sense of oppression.

Perhaps, after reading to a certain extent, one had already foreseen today's tragedy

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Ling He's thoughts drifted through his mind like wisps of smoke.

He picked up a withered leaf as a bookmark, took this Taoist scripture with him, and left the courtyard.

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It's time to continue chanting for the departed souls.

He decided to read two pages of scripture every day, expounding on his understanding and comparing it with the annotations.

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This will be one of the rare moments of fun during these difficult days.

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If, he could still live.mly: "I am not a talented person, but I also share some of the guarding duties of Yiyang Palace. If this brother doesn't understand etiquette and makes trouble here, I will have to ask you to leave."Z...