Chapter 1945 Dead Sect

The green mountains no longer... become the bare mountain of death.

The green water is no longer clear, and it emits a fishy smell...

Even the wind blowing over is full of vicissitudes and sorrow, and a smell of decay.

There is also the exquisite loft halls everywhere, which are covered in dust and lose their vitality and are in decline.

The stone steps on the hills were much damaged, and a large amount of gravel seemed to be circulating in the wind.

Those disciples of Donglin Sect who had seen Wang Lin before were all in the square, in the hall, and on the stone steps. I don’t know how long it had been dead, but their bodies had long rotted and turned into skeletons.

There are also the disciples of Donglin Sect who are sitting cross-legged in their respective residences, and they are all bones...

This is a dead sect!

There is no vitality at all, surrounded by a strong dead air...

But in this Donglin, there was a dream-breaking existence under the rich dead aura. This dream-breaking obstacle was composed of the illusion of countless people before death. It was like these dead Donglin disciples who died without knowing that they were dead...

They are still practicing in that dream.

This is also the reason why Wang Lin and Liu Jinbiao were standing there before, and disciples of Donglin Sect walked past them one by one, but did not find any information. It was not that Wang Lin did not exist, but that they... did not exist.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a ghost. There are no ghosts here in Wang Lin. Some are just a dream that does not know death... Under this dream, even if outsiders come here, it is difficult for them to find clues, and even when they are attracted by it, a scene similar to illusions will appear. In fact, this is because of the dream of outsiders, they merge with this place and integrate into it.

Throughout history, this place has been destroyed for countless years. Wang Lin didn't know how long it took... But he understood that perhaps many people came here for countless years and did not find that this was actually a dead sect. After being a guest here, they left...

But he cannot be the first to see the clues here!

Because he saw that in the center of the Donglin Sect, there was a sense of sadness in a huge palace, which was silently present.

The vitality is full of loneliness and sorrow, just like the youngest son who lost all his relatives after the family was destroyed. In the ruins, after crying sadly for a long time, he silently protected him.

No one is with you, but only the ruins of death and corpses. In that loneliness and sorrow, everyone's dreams are condensed, allowing these illusory green mountains and clear waters, the illusory prosperous sects, and the illusory disciples of the Donglin Sect to accompany you...

When Wang Lin did not understand his own virtual origin, he still could not see even when he came here. But at this moment, he saw it, felt it, and sighed, and closed his eyes again.

When the wind passed, the corruption and death of Donglin Sect disappeared in his eyes, and replaced by those scenes of vitality and the breathing of many disciples.

"Let's go." Wang Lin spoke softly and walked forward. Liu Jinbiao could not see the changes here, but he could vaguely feel something was wrong here. He looked around for a long time, followed Wang Lin and walked forward.

As he moved forward, ripples faintly radiated outside Wang Lin's body. These ripples were not visible to outsiders. This is a manifestation of Wang Lin's release of himself and allowing himself to integrate into the dream obstacles here.

When he and Liu Jinbiao landed on the land of Donglin Sect, two long rainbows roared in the distance, and turned into two monks, one man and one woman.

These two monks are not old, the male cultivator is quite handsome, and his expression is not at all neglect, but shows respect. The woman beside him is very beautiful, looking at Wang Lin, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Senior, I am hereby the order of the ancestor. I would like to invite you to the East Palace." The young man smiled and clasped his fists, spoke respectfully, and looked the same.

The woman beside him also clasped her fists and swept her eyes over Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the two disciples of Donglin Sect in front of him, sighed lightly, his expression softly, and nodded.

Under the guidance of these two disciples of Donglin Sect, he led Wang Lin to the Donglin Hall in the center. Donglin Sect was very big. After passing by, Wang Lin saw the entire Donglin Sect, and scenes of vitality.

He saw many cranes flying. There were monks on the ground, whether in the medicine courtyard or in the disciple's residence, either meditating alone or laughing at each other.

When the wind blows, it also contains a rich fairy spirit, just like a fairyland outside the world.

On the way, Wang Lin also saw some disciples of Donglin Sect flying by, showing their figures after seeing him, and bowing respectfully to him.

The people from Donglin Sect were very gentle and were quite polite to Wang Lin, as if Wang Lin was the guest of this sect.

As they were about to approach the east side of the center, two long rainbows roared up with a shocking momentum and came to Wang Lin in an instant, and a hearty laughter came from.

"Dongcun, Xiaoyan, you two, please retreat." Amid the laughter, two monks appeared in the two long rainbows. The person who spoke was an old man, and there was a middle-aged man beside him, holding his fists at Wang Lin with a smile.

These two people were all Jin Zun's cultivation level, extremely extraordinary. The old man clasped his fists to Wang Lin amid the hearty laughter.

"In Xu Tiannian, he was the great elder of Donglin Sect and was ordered by the ancestor to welcome his senior to Donglin Hall."

"My younger brother, He Dao, the sect leader of Donglin Sect, have met senior." The middle-aged man smiled and looked very polite.

Looking at these two people, Wang Lin's eyes showed sadness. What kind of loneliness is that it can allow a person to gather dreams to accompany him...

"Let's go." Wang Lin sighed lightly and spoke to the two of them.

With the company of these two Jin Zun monks, Wang Lin was given enough respect and came to the center of Donglin Sect, the entire Donglin Sect's holy land, Donglin Hall!

"The ancestor is inside. We are not summoned and we are inconvenient to enter. Please ask the senior to go in by yourself." The old man with a hearty laughter clasped his fists at Wang Lin and spoke respectfully.

Wang Lin nodded and looked at the gate of the East-Lin Hall. In fact, he could have seen through the dream barrier here before, and came alone, walking into the hall where sadness spread among the ruins.

He didn't need to talk to some illusory shadows in his dreams.

But he didn't do this, he could feel the sorrow and loneliness. He gave the respect to the ancestor of Donglin Sect, and what he received was the respect that the ancestor gave to Wang Lin in that dream.

"Jin Biao, wait for me outside." Wang Lin spoke softly and walked step by step towards the Donglin Hall in front.

After Liu Jinbiao respectfully called him, he subconsciously looked around. He always felt that this place was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell where there was something wrong.

Slowly walking towards the East Palace until the moment Wang Lin stepped into the hall with his right foot, a vicissitudes of life echoed in the hall with loneliness and sorrow.

"You are here..."

In the hall, right in front of Wang Lin, there were three huge statues. The statues were carved with two men and one woman. They looked up at Dongfang, with a smile on their lips, and a majestic aura radiated from the three statues.

Under the statue, an old man in a gray robe sat cross-legged. The old man's face was covered with brown spots, like a twilight old man among mortals. His expression was miserable and he exuded endless sorrow.

He sat there, but in addition to the sorrow, there was also a powerful aura deeply buried in his body. This aura surpassed all the heavenly lords that Wang Lin had seen.

"Here..." Wang Lin sighed lightly, walked to the old man, sat cross-legged, raised his right hand and took out a pot of wine.

"Or?" Wang Lin handed the wine pot to the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, took the wine pot and took a sip.

"I felt the familiar breath in you. It is probably not the first time you have been here." The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Lin.

"I've been in my dream." Wang Lin took out the second wine pot and put it beside his mouth and took a sip.

"Maybe... I've been here for a long time, maybe you've been here in a dream." The old man looked at the door of the hall in the distance and said slowly.

"Is the Donglin Sect in your dream the same as now?" the old man asked softly.

"Same." Wang Lin looked at the old man, and he could feel the other party's sorrow.

"Thank you..." The old man closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slowly spread out. With his cultivation level, he should have no idea what tears were, but now it was after Wang Lin's words "same".

"I have been here for a long time. You are the only one. After seeing all this, I feel familiar with me... This is my home... I left in my early years until I became Yue Tianzun and returned home. It was already like this..." The old man opened his eyes, which contained pain and rich sorrow.

Wang Lin was silent.

"I don't know who did it... I can't find out, even the Great Heavenly Lord can't deduce it... I can only sit here, use my memories to compile a dream, let this dream accompany me, and let Donglin Sect exist... until the day I die..." The old man said softly, his words hoarse.

Wang Lin looked at the old man and said nothing.

What kind of emotions can make a person like this, what kind of sadness can make people deceive themselves with dreams, and what kind of loneliness can make a person accompany them with illusion and memory.

"If Wan'er never woke up...If Ping'er could not open her eyes...If the Suzaku Star was destroyed... Perhaps, I would be like him, sitting alone in the vast starry sky, with only my own cultivation star, silently anesthetized myself with dreams, and crafting a dream-impaired world, where there are my parents, me, Wan'er, Ping'er, and many faces that I am familiar with...

If there is a day, I might do this too…”

"The fate of the dead sky is locked, and the seal is in the dark. Those who cannot obtain the true path of sentient beings will always sink to the sea of ​​suffering, and will always distort the true path, and will serve the practice of cultivation!" The old man suddenly spoke, saying such a sentence that shocked Wang Lin!
Chapter completed!