That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

When Wu Nian and the others came out of the tomb, the noon sun was gradually moving towards the west. It was obviously a fine day with clear skies, but the wind blowing on them was always a bit chilly.

Zhong Xun and Ming Qiao kept gloomy faces, and hurriedly walked out of the cave they came in without even looking at the tombstone, leaving Sheng Lanchu and the three of them staring at each other by the grave for a long time before following without saying a word go up.

The entrance of the cave was hidden under the shadows, and it was so dark that we couldn't see the scene clearly. Wu Nian walked at the end, and before stepping into the cave passage, he suddenly stopped, and turned back to look at Si Huai's grave.

The coffin that was dug up yesterday was still exposed to the scorching sun, and the shadow of the big tree cast a few spots of white light. After a whole night, some dead leaves and soil fell in the coffin, which made the clean and tidy clothes a little dirty .

A vague voice came from the depths of the cave, and Wu Nian looked back as if he had realized it, then turned his head to look at the deep cliff on the left, turned and followed in.

It wasn't until the slight sound of footsteps could no longer be heard that a faint blue aura appeared in the place he was looking at just now, and Si Huai's figure slowly appeared in the halo. The dragon horns on his body and the scales on his body have disappeared.

The wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff shook the clothes and sleeves. Si Huai looked at the entrance of the cave for a while, until he confirmed that the person who had left would never come back, then he shook his head helplessly and laughed, heading towards a mess. tomb.

He didn't tidy up his so-called tomb of clothes, but opened the mechanism of the passage, and followed the original path down to the tomb.

The big boulder that rolled down after they came in last night has now turned into countless small stones scattered in the narrow corridor.

Si Huai didn't light the fire, and didn't look down at the road under his feet. Instead, he closed his eyes and walked forward while leaning on the wall, carefully feeling the breath of Shanhe Sword.

At that time, the air waves from the collision between Feihua Chasing the Moon Fan and the big boulder contained a faint sword energy of mountains and rivers, but it disappeared in an instant, so weak that it was like an illusion of him alone.

The narrow corridor slowly widened, and Si Huai quickly walked to the stone wall carved with the three-faced Buddha. When he opened his eyes, he saw the staring eyes on the Buddha statue, as if he wanted to condemn him. What.

Seven or eight hours ago, he fell into the small stone room with Wu Nian here, and told him those words that had been hidden in his heart for many days, but he did not expect it to be true. If he hadn't said it at that time There was really no chance to speak again.

Later, Wu Nian took the initiative to hold his hand, and Si Huai could feel that Wu Nian's heart had loosened.

But he has already hurt Lingjun all his life, and he can't hurt Wu Nian in this life again.

If it weren't for Wu Nian being here today, he wouldn't let those people go easily, so that they still have the chance to go out alive and find a way to deal with him.

Si Huai and the three-faced Buddha stared at each other for a long time, then suddenly smiled bitterly, and stopped walking slowly, and concealed their figures with a spell. When they reappeared, they had already appeared In the large stone room where the sarcophagus was placed.

A turquoise aura circled the six stone walls and quickly slashed across, and the long lights that he had wiped out before were lit up one after another, instantly illuminating the entire stone room.

The stone lotus and the sarcophagus are still the same as when he left, and even the posture of the eighteen bronze figures has not changed.

Si Huai walked towards the sarcophagus with slow steps, stopped three steps away, looked at the dense golden lacquered Sanskrit script on the coffin wall, slowly stretched out his hands to gather his cultivation, and meditated to call The sword art of Shanhe Sword.

A loud bang came into his ears, but it wasn't the movement in the stone room. The condensed consciousness was carried far away with the summoned sword art. He could feel the Shanhe Sword being summoned to shake violently. He said, but something sealed it firmly, preventing it from coming to his hands.

Most of the cultivation base on his body hadn't been recovered yet, Si Huai failed to summon the Shanhe Sword, but was bitten by the seal on the sword, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered forward a few steps, leaned against the sarcophagus and slowly Slowly sat down.

The dizziness hit him one after another, and he pressed the center of his brows firmly. He only felt that his left arm burned by the karmic fire seemed to be gnawed at the bone marrow by poisonous insects, and the pain was like tearing his heart and lungs. He sat up straight with his legs up and concentrated on adjusting his breath.

About half an hour passed before the chaotic zhenqi in his body stabilized. Si Huai slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he leaned feebly on the sarcophagus behind him to pant. With a rough breath, his eyes wandered flickeringly in the huge stone room, and finally landed on a pool of mud not far away.

It was the muddy body that he had used his spiritual power to paste out of his desperation at that time, but he did not expect that after using it for more than half a year, it turned back into a pile of loess in front of the physical body.

Si Huai smiled weakly, and wanted to struggle to get up to clean up the loess, but accidentally caught a glimpse of two light red marks on the ground, like blood marks on the knees of someone who knelt on the ground for a long time.

Who else in this stone room could kneel in front of his sarcophagus, only the monk Lingjun.

Suddenly, his heart was stabbed severely, and he slowly hugged his knees and curled himself up, buried half of his face in the knees, and his vision of looking at the bloodstain gradually blurred.

In a daze, as if seeing Lingjun kneeling in front of his sarcophagus, he slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes, his body disappeared bit by bit in this empty stone room, leaving behind a vain soul to go alone To reincarnation.

The tomb that deceived the world, the unsealed wine jar in the stone room, the two blood marks on the front of the sarcophagus that have faded over time, the sealed Mountain and River Sword, the body that should have disappeared but reappeared in the sarcophagus... …

"Lingjun, what the hell did you do..." Si Huai murmured to himself, sobbed softly, then burst out laughing, cursing: "You dead monk! After all, I died What did you do after that!"

Wu Nian and his group did not reply to Mausoleum City after they got off Enhua Mountain. Instead, they diverted to Taiyuan City, which is closer to this place, to discuss matters at the Zhong family's Shenyue Villa.

Most of Xianmen's mansions are built in clean places far away from the busy city, and Shenyue Villa is no exception built in the mountain stream outside Taiyuan City.

Yujian came to Shenyue Villa and it was already the second watch. The disciples of the Zhong family must have received the news that the Patriarch was coming back. A dozen or so disciples were waiting outside the gate in the middle of the night. .

"The suzerain is back, we have prepared the guest room, and now we can take the guests to rest." said one of the leading disciples.

"No need." Zhong Xun walked inside without looking sideways, hurriedly, and simply ordered: "Go to the kitchen to warm up some food and drinks and send them to the side hall."

"The side hall? It's late at night now..." The disciple looked at the backs of several people walking away quickly, and sighed somewhat helplessly.

Before Zhong Xun walked to the side hall, some fast-footed disciples had already entered the room to light up the lamps. The main seat and the chairs in front were all upholstered, and a cup of hot tea was served beside them.

"What should we do now?" Zhong Xun asked straightforwardly before he stepped into the door of the side hall and sat down on the chair. "I thought it was just a dragon pit that appeared in the Great Barren Mountain. It is not known whether the demon dragon has appeared in the world. Now I went to Enhua Mountain, but it really brought him back to life."

Ming Qiao took a seat behind him, took a sip of the hot tea at the table, and then said calmly: "It is a fact that the demon dragon has appeared in this world, so naturally we should notify all the families of the immortal sect to encircle and suppress the demon together." Long. His primordial spirit has just returned to his physical body, and it is when his spiritual power is weak, so it is not too difficult to deal with him. Since we know what he looks like, we don’t have to be afraid that we won’t be able to find him.”

"Qidao..." Zhong Xun glanced at the few people who were seated one after another, then stopped his gaze on him, sighed, and said, "You were a little impulsive when you were in the tomb, if you don't sneak up on him from behind That sword, maybe his primordial spirit won't return to his physical body so quickly, his real body is a dragon, we..."

"Sect Master Zhong, what does this mean?" Ming Qiao put the cup heavily on the table, interrupted him, and said: "It is the duty of the fairy sect to eradicate evil spirits, and it is my fault if I do it? Do we have to wait until he wants to?" If there is a way to get the primordial spirit back into the physical body, and then do it together, will it be considered as an act of justice?"

"Hey——" Sheng Lanchu, who was sitting opposite, blew a mouthful of tea leaves, and said, "Anyway, things like sneak attacks from behind are not what everyone in Xianmen does."

"Sect Master Sheng speaks so well, so what do you say is what everyone in the Xianmen did? Wait for him to recover his real body and cultivation level, and then go to him one by one to duel? That was 300 years ago The monster dragon that stirs up blood and blood in the world, what more is there to be upright?!"

"Sect Master Ming, you are too excited." Dong Yangyan's expression turned cold, and he stopped Sheng Lanchu before he could speak.

"Yes! I was a little excited. I was more excited than you when I found out that he was a demon dragon in the tomb..." Ming Qiao stood up from the chair, stretched out his hand and pointed at the people present one by one, Suddenly he roared in a low voice, "That's because none of you have ever been oppressed because of him!"

"My generation of the Ming family guarded the Great Barren Mountain, and to some extent received some attention from the imperial court, but it was because the breath of the demon dragon and the dragon pit appeared one after another in the Great Barren Mountain. Putting pressure on, those officials' chariots and horses almost flattened the plank road in my Lianyun Mansion!

"Because of this matter, our branch in the court has also been implicated. The elders who have not been in contact with each other for decades came to Lianyun Mansion in person and said that if I can't solve this matter, I will cut off the relationship with our fairy sect. You don’t know these things from the beginning to the end, so naturally you don’t know what it’s like for me to plan all this hard to find Bi Jue’s Zen staff, but finally found the real body for him!”

Zhong Xun reached out and patted the table next to him. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to calm Ming Qiao down.

"You should have told us all these things at the beginning. You attacked him behind the scenes. Do you think he will let you go in the future?"

Knowing that he was impolite, Ming Qiao calmed down for a while before suppressing the surging anger, and asked in a calm tone: "There are so many disciples in the Immortal Sect, why should he be afraid of him? Three hundred years ago, he was able to turn upside down. Wind and waves, 300 years later, may not be the same.”

"Don't forget, back then he died because of Master Shengchan. We went to the tomb of Enhua Mountain to find the Bijue Zen staff. Now the Zen staff has not been found, only a few pieces of jade jade. Who can guarantee that Naihe will get him? "

"Yes..." Ming Qiao nodded vigorously, then turned to look at the silent monk Wu Nian beside him, and said, "Master Wu Nian, this matter is related to the peace of the people in the world, will the master not be indifferent? The dragon made friends with you before, but he stopped after you called out in the tomb..."

"Amitabha." I twiddled the rosary in my hand, interrupted him slowly, and said: "If the Ming Sect Master wants the poor monk to cooperate with the immortals to lead him out, forgive the poor monk for not being able to do so. Huai...he helped I'm a lot, and I don't seem like someone who would harm the common people."

"Maybe he helped you just because you are from the Buddhist sect. The incident on the Great Barren Mountain caused panic everywhere. When he really did harm to the common people, it would be too late. He made friends with you, maybe because he knew the treasure in your hands." What are the jade pieces, so that I can sneak into the fairy gate with you and look for the whereabouts of the body."

Wu Nian froze for a moment, turned his head and looked at Ming Qiao for a while, then shook his head very slowly, took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve robe and put it on the table.

"Amitabha. The poor monk wanted to help the suzerains find the whereabouts of the Zen staff to deal with the revived demon dragon, but he didn't expect that this person would be Si Huai. No matter who he is, I can't harm him. These pieces of jade ring Just leave it to a few suzerains, and I can't do anything else."

Although he witnessed Si Huai manipulating the Eighteen Bronze Men to kill Ming Qiao and the others, he still didn't quite believe that this person who had been with him for so long would attack the people of the world.

"Wait!" Sheng Lanchu suddenly called out to stop Wu Nian who was about to leave, and stood up from the chair, saying, "My Sheng family can't do the encirclement and suppression of the demon dragon."

Zhong Xun's face darkened a bit, and before Ming Qiao could open his mouth, he asked, "Why did Master Sheng make such a statement? The Sheng family is one of the four great families of the Immortal Sect, and they should work together with the hundred families to eliminate demons. "

"The four great families of Xianmen? Why didn't you say that my Sheng family is one of the four families of Xianmen when you were besieging Sankiyuan together? You have passed this matter and my Sheng family has not yet! He helped my Sheng family, I don't know I believe that he has other motives for approaching us, unless I see him slaughter the people with my own eyes, otherwise my Sheng family will not go with you to encircle and suppress!"

The voice fell loudly, and Sheng Lanchu picked up her saber and followed Wu Nian's pace. The orange-red skirt opened and closed with the walking steps, revealing the blooming kapok on the skirt.

"Do you believe him?" Wu Nian asked in a low voice, slowly twisting the rosary in his hand.

"The monster dragon 300 years ago made the immortals' talk change, but if it was him, I believe he would not kill innocent people. Besides, your little monk is still in the hands of my Sheng family. Dare to refuse to help Xianmen, why can't I trust him because he helped my Sheng family?"

"That's different, I'm not from Xianmen..."

"Wait..." Sheng Lanchu interrupted him impatiently, and turned back to Dong Yangyan in the side hall and shouted: "If you come with me now, we will go to Yuzhou!"

Dongyang Yan was looking at her back hesitantly, and immediately laughed when he heard his words, got up and said goodbye to the two suzerains, and then hurriedly chased them out.

The author has something to say: Recently, Kavin has been stuck a bit uncomfortable, the little angel who has worked so hard to wait for the update, and I am inexplicably moved to see the little friends who are still waiting for the update at night~~ Compassionate~~

Tomb-sweeping Day is going home to worship ancestors, so I am not sure if I can update it in the next two days. If I can’t wait until night, I will go to bed early~~Thanks to the little angels who voted for the overlord or the nutrient solution for me~

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