Mirroring the changes

Li Chen, who was about to walk towards the small bridge, suddenly felt something strange behind him. He turned around subconsciously and looked, and couldn't help but open his beautiful eyes: "Agua?"

The person who came was none other than Agua, the disciple of Monk Xinguang.

Agua first smiled and bowed to Li Chen, and then whispered: "Master, follow me."

Li Chen and the other looked at each other, and followed Agua without making a sound.

Agua did not walk towards the small bridge, but from one side, avoiding the underground river and continued to walk forward.

The further in, the light around gradually dimmed, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road.

Li Chen looked around and found some clues.

This underground city glows through the moss on the wall, and there is no moss on the wall of the route they took.

So the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

When the three of them could hardly see the road clearly, Agua finally stopped.

Li Chen looked up and saw a Taoist temple in front of him.

The Taoist temple is not big, with two locked wooden doors, and it looks like it should be quite old.

Agua looked around carefully, and his little ears twitched.

Finally, he made sure that no one was following him, and then he stretched out his little hand and knocked rhythmically a few times.

After a few breaths, the wooden door slowly opened from the inside, and the three of them hurried in.

"Amitabha."

"Master, you are finally here~"

Li Chen looked up and saw that it was the young monk Ying Hui, and hurriedly put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha."

"I never thought that this city was actually located underground."

The young monk Ying Hui laughed and said, "Hahaha, Master, you don't know that Xunhuang is windy and sandy, and the climate is bad. The cities here are all dug underground."

He said as he led the way: "Master uncle is waiting inside."

The four of them passed through a small courtyard of about ten feet in radius and saw a quiet room.

A thunderous snoring sound was heard from afar.

Although the room was simple, it was clean.

There was only a low table in the middle, and there was a faintly swaying oil lamp on the low table.

On the bamboo mat next to the low table, a huge figure was lying horizontally, snoring.

Who else could it be but Monk Xinguang?

Young Monk Yinghui pouted helplessly: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master~ It's time to wake up~"

Monk Xinguang didn't even move.

Young Monk Yinghui seemed to be accustomed to this. He rolled his eyes and whispered in Xinguang's ear: "The master is coming!"

Monk Xinguang turned over and continued to sleep.

Seeing this, Young Monk Yinghui thought to himself, why is it useless?

After a little thought, he said again: "The elder is coming~"

'Hoo~'

Still not waking up.

Why is even 'elder' useless?

Monk Xinguang is famous for his sleepiness in Nalanda Monastery.

In the past, as long as Young Monk Yinghui reported the name of 'master' or 'elder', he would wake up.

But I didn't expect that after leaving Nalanda Monastery for two years, even this couldn't wake him up.

Young monk Yinghui pondered for a moment, glanced at Lichen's face, and had an idea in his mind: "Master Lichen is here~"

"What?"

Monk Xinguang sat up like a spring.

He looked around blankly, and finally glanced at Lichen's face, patted his big bald head, and said awkwardly: "Amitabha, Amitabha."

"The main thing is to combine work and rest, combine work and rest~"

Monk Yinghui was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that this Master Lichen was so important in the heart of Uncle Xinguang.

"Huh?"

"Why is there one missing?"

Monk Xinguang looked behind everyone with some curiosity.

The big monk looked at the old man beside him: "Why can't I see the Buddha of Light?"

The old man shook his little head: "When I saw the master, there were only the two of them."

"Don't look for him. Master Yehui may have been... arrested." Lichen interrupted when he heard it.

"Caught?!!"

Monk Xinguang frowned and said in a deep voice: "Weichen Niubizi really calculated this disaster a long time ago."

Weichen Niubizi is the Taoist priest of the Taoist temple here.

Monk Xinguang was originally a casual person. He had traveled in Yueying City before and met Taoist priest Weichen.

Both of them were good at divination and became good friends.

Gradually, under the guidance of Taoist priest Weichen, Monk Xinguang became more and more familiar with Yueying City.

The last time they parted, Taoist priest Weichen joked to Monk Xinguang: "Two years later, this Taoist temple will be your blessed land."

Unexpectedly, this time the Liuyun flying boat was hit by a strong wind, and several people were separated from each other in mid-air.

It happened to land on the territory of Yueying City.

At that time, Monk Xinguang caught his disciple Agua while falling, and soon reunited with Monk Yinghui.

Before entering Yueying City, he remembered what Taoist Master Wei Chen said, so he habitually used "Dharma Palm Classic" to calculate a hexagram.

The hexagram was indeed full of dangers, and it was better to be silent than to show off, so the three of them entered through a very secret tunnel.

Then they quietly touched the small Taoist temple. There was no one in the Taoist temple. Taoist Master Wei Chen should have gone out to travel, but there was a letter on the table.

There were only four words on it: "Life is tied to black hair."

Black hair? Hair?

At that time, Monk Xinguang patted his forehead, a little puzzled.

For the sake of caution, he still let the unshaved old man go out for a walk.

Sure enough, at this time, Yueying City was catching monks all over the world.

Monk Xinguang was shocked. Wei Chen's divination skills were probably far better than his own.

Immediately, he asked Agua to stay in the 'Huanhua Secret Realm' and just waited for Lichen and his party to appear before leading them to the Taoist temple.

"That Taoist Master Wei Chen is really a land god."

Everyone was filled with admiration as they listened to Monk Xinguang talk about the magical powers of Taoist Master Weichen.

"In this case, the series of things like covering up the secrets of heaven, rising of the strong wind, and arresting the monks are all aimed at a few of us." Monk Xinguang said after pondering for a moment.

Li Chen nodded, his eyes gradually deepening: Who could it be?

"In this case, we must rescue Monk Yehui first."

As soon as these words came out, Monk Xinguang sighed: "I'm afraid it's difficult."

"The master doesn't know something."

"Xunhuang is different from the other eight deserts and nine states."

"Since ancient times, there have been many strange winds in Xunhuang, but it is also shrouded in gray fog."

"This gray mist is very strange. It has the effect of isolating spiritual energy. It is harmful to cultivation but not beneficial at all. Therefore, the people of Xunhuang have been living in the underground city."

"It is said that this underground city was developed by ancient immortals. The underground environment is very different from that on the ground."

"Monk Xunhuang received part of the immortal's inheritance, and over time, an alternative cultivation system was derived from it."

"It's called 'Dark Cultivator'."

"Anxiu?"

Li Chen frowned, it was indeed the first time he heard about it.

Monk Xinguang patted his head and said with a sad face: "The trouble lies in this 'hidden cultivation'."

"These secret cultivators can use a kind of spell called the 'hidden curse'. When the secret curse is cast, it is silent. Once hit by the secret curse, they can only surrender and let others slaughter them.

No one can escape! "

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