Chapter 320 (1/2)

The early morning sun falls on the soil, but it is not a scene of early morning vitality. In this sunlight, it is a desolate and dilapidated.

A ragged and disheveled Taoist stood on a pothole which had already become ruins.

Her chest was full of blood, and the blood in the unhealed wound connected her clothes with her skin. She couldn't see the color clearly. Bare feet are also dripping with blood, blood and soil mixed together, turned brown. The Buddha dust behind her is no longer half a feather. Holding a broken stone tablet in her hand, she could still see an incomplete word ”Jing” on it.

Her hands trembled and she murmured to herself, ”Tianjing gate, where is Tianjing gate...”

The purpose of tianjingmen is to protect the pure land, get rid of all the darkness, and make the heaven and earth, like themselves, become a scale free body.

When she was in the world of cultivation, she believed that the world was clean, beautiful and clean after all. As for whether the disciples of tianjingmen are needed to guard, it's not very important. Because she thinks that tianjingmen's duty is to protect the world, which can not fully reflect the ideal of tianjingmen.

The existence of tianjingmen is a pursuit of beauty and freedom, which should include the disciples of tianjingmen. She didn't accept any disciples in the world of cultivation. One is that she really didn't find any disciples who were suitable for the cultivation of Tianjing Taoist Scriptures. The other is that she hoped to go to the fairyland and put forward her own views to the founder of Tianjing sect.

That is, tianjingmen should not just guard in the dark, but use the idea to tell others that only the heart is free from dirt, can the body be free from dirt. The disciples of tianjingmen should stand up and tell everyone that they understand fraternity, comity and awe

And now her faith collapsed, or from the moment she entered the fairyland, her faith began to collapse.

What has she seen over the years?

Broken, bloody, desolate, helpless, lonely

Thousands of miles without people, thousands of miles without life. The fairyland is nothing but ruins.

One day, she saw a friar, she surprised to ask. As a result, she was almost killed because she needed her essence and blood to practice.

What kind of world is this? What kind of despair is this.

Here, everyone kills. Here, there is no pure land.

Tianjingmen, which once had a lofty ideal and came to the fairyland from the realm of cultivation, now has only half a remnant tablet.

Her hands were shaking, her heart was shaking, and when faith began to collapse, she didn't want to believe that there was real immaturity in the world.