C44 Resurrection Lily (1/2)

He actually touched a hand!

Feng Feiyun had touched quite a few hands before, but most of them were the hands of young and beautiful women. This was the first time touching such a cold and shriveled hand.

”Oh my god! ”What the hell is that?” Feng Feiyun suddenly retreated backwards, his body sticking to the wall, could it be that he had bumped into a ghost?

To be able to run into a ghost was naturally not something that could scare Feng Feiyun. After all, he was someone who had died once before, but the appearance of this ghost thing was too strange, it was even scarier than a ghost.

It was a green and gray monastic robe. The cloth was already slightly white, and on the chest was a white line that had been embroidered thousands of years ago. It interweaved to form a Resurrection Lily.

”The Resurrection Lily blooms for a thousand years, and falls for a thousand years. The petals never meet. Love is not about karma. Fate is destined for life and death. ”

These were the small words embroidered on the monastic robe. The characters were soft and beautiful, and they contained a dao force. Although several thousand years had passed, these small words still carried a sense of sorrow and elegance.

Just looking at it made one want to cry.

This monastic robe floated in front of Feng Feiyun, as if an ancient monk was standing in front of him. But in reality, this was only a monastic robe, and this monastic robe was only floating in the air because it was supported by an eternal energy.

It was as if a monk with a transparent body was standing in front of Feng Feiyun and staring at him with a smile.

There was a little bit of blood on the monastic robe. Even though several thousand years had passed, the blood was still bright like a red plum.

”Resurrection Lily!” The Resurrection Lily! Leaves not open, flowers open to fall. Separated by just a hair's breadth, we will never see each other again! ”

Feng Feiyun seemed to be able to feel a desolate concept, coming out from his robes, he could not help but mutter the words of the Resurrection Lily, and an unspeakable sorrow arose in his heart, as though he was infected by it.

”The owner of this monastic robe must be someone with a story!”

Feng Feiyun was less afraid and more curious.

This monastic robe that was on the verge of rotting was empty. Its owner had already been dead for countless years, and the only thing left was this robe that was still intact.

No, there was also a ghastly skeletal right hand!

A hand came out from the right sleeve and gripped it tightly. There was no longer any flesh on it. Even the bones had been corroded to the point of being riddled with holes. A light touch would turn them into ashes.

Over the course of thousands of years, his flesh and bones had all been corroded into ashes. However, this hand hadn't been destroyed. This caused others to be curious as to the reason behind this.

”He seems to be holding something in his hand?”

The five fingers of that skeletal hand were tightly clenched, as if it was tightly holding onto something. Even though it had been dead for thousands of years, it was still unwilling to let go.

What on earth could cause a dead man to be so nostalgic?

Feng Feiyun's curiosity had always been heavy, and seeing that this monastic robe did not have any hostility, he mustered his courage and wanted to pry it away to see what exactly was in his hand.

Feng Feiyun's cultivation level had already reached the early stage of Immortal Foundation, the strength of its arm was so strong that even an iron ingot could split, but no matter how much strength he used, he was unable to break open a bone that was almost called bone dregs.

”With a single thought, thousands of mountains and rivers will be born. With a single thought, the world will be destroyed.”

There was a distant and archaic voice that was filled with nostalgia towards the mortal world. However, it also carried a strong sense of helplessness that caused those who heard to feel divine pain.

It was as if someone was leaning on the fence to look at the moon, chasing after the memories of the past!

After a long time, there was another sigh.

The two legs of the monastic robe were blown by the cold wind. With light and elegant steps, he turned around and walked back to the green-gray door.

The door closed softly, but there was still no sound.

Feng Feiyun was stunned and rubbed his eyes. He felt as if everything that had just happened was just a dream and it was far too surreal.

”A monastic robe from several thousand years ago can actually walk on its own. From this, it can be seen how powerful its master is. Such a powerful person, what kind of past has he had? ”

”Pagoda temple, bloodstained monastic robe, Resurrection Lily, White Bone Hands …”

Feng Feiyun had a nagging feeling that he had barged into a place that he shouldn't have entered, and had even unintentionally alarmed something. It was as if he had woken up a dead man who had been asleep for thousands of years.