My Taoist companion is a little fox

Zhou Ke was trying to undo Qian Li's body-fixing spell while listening to the priest's ramblings, and at the end he was a little dazed: "You mean, the tree demon's form is caused by saving the prince?"

The priest nodded: "Probably it will be lifted soon."

"...No, if that's the case, then why did you let all the monks from all over the world come here?" Zhou Ke felt as if he had been tricked, "After he leaves, won't the crisis be resolved by itself?"

"Well..." the priest chuckled, and played a trick of mystification again, "The mountain people have their own reasons."

Zhou Ke felt inexplicably that this guy was a bad guy, but he didn't look like a bad guy.

At this time, a long and ethereal bell sounded again from a distance, and the restraint on Zhou Ke's body was loosened for a moment, causing him to be stunned: "Is the bell in your Commander's Temple some kind of magic weapon?"

The priest looked at him with a smile, the water in his eyes flickered, and there was an indescribable "love".

"It is indeed a magic weapon. Moreover, not everyone can hear it."

Zhou Ke cast a spell to break through half of the immobilization spell, and one leg could barely move. Listening to this, he was curious: "Then what kind of person can hear it?"

"One is from the same bloodline as mine. The other is people who are born with immortal bones. In addition, people who are related to immortal bones can also hear it." The priest glanced at the direction of the bell and sighed with a smile , put the mask back on, and then took Zhou Ke's hand: "Little brother, you heard the bell too, why don't you go to the Temple of Siming with me to have a look."

Zhou Ke was taken aback for a moment, thinking that we were not very familiar with each other, and refused to open the gentle eyes under the priest's mask, so he had to explain embarrassingly: "I have a set of eyes set by my Taoist companion on my body." Fixed body curse, unable to move away."

"Good to say."

The priest raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and the spiritual flow around Zhou Ke spread out without warning, colliding with the sneaking spiritual power and dispelling it in an instant, breaking the restriction.

Zhou Ke was surprised: "You are not an ordinary person."

The priest made an invitation gesture to him, and smiled at Yan Yan: "Just an ordinary temple priest who eats delicacies in troubled times and rough tea in peace. It is late at night and the trail is long. Do you want to visit the temple?"

Zhou Ke raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the karmic meeting, look at the clouds and smoke in the past, and the wind and rain as dark." The priest smiled, "Look at the resentment meeting of the players in the game."

Zhou Ke's heart twitched suddenly, and he looked up at the giant tree, and at the white fox who couldn't find its figure.

"Your family's Taoist companions are highly skilled, not to mention that this is an old acquaintance between big demons." The priest shook his hand like a younger brother begging for sweets, "Look?"

Zhou Ke took a deep breath and made up his mind: "It's time to work."

The priest happily dragged him away. Wherever he went, the soldiers of Tiandingdu saluted him, and the monks gave way.Going around a corner of the imperial palace, the Siming Temple behind the majestic imperial palace appeared in front of you. In the night, it was quiet and simple like a monk knocking on a wooden fish.

Zhou Ke saw the dragon with beads carved on the eaves of the temple, and his mind went blank for a moment, as if he had known him before.

"Looks like an old friend came." The priest dragged him into the temple, and the bell rang again.

When passing through the courtyard, he smiled and waved his sleeves, and the star court ladies retreated one after another.

Zhou Ke was dragged towards the inner hall of the temple by him, and couldn't help asking: "Which old friend?"

"My brother."

There was a buzzing in Zhou Ke's head.

"Xiao Daoist, do you know that this temple is still inherited. People who are not of my blood can't do this job. If I don't have an heir, I can't leave here." The priest dragged him into the inner hall, Thousands of merman candles were lit inside, bright as day, yet darker than the night outside.

He dragged Zhou Ke to the end of the inner hall, the Merman candle quietly illuminated the wall at the end and the chime bell in the corner.

The priest walked to the wall with Zhou Ke, pointed to the seven paintings on it and said, "Look at the ones hanging on this wall, they are all temple priests from all ages."

Zhou Ke looked involuntarily, and saw at a glance that the sixth picture in the middle was different from the others. It was a picture of a sleeping baby in swaddling clothes.

"The seventh painting is about me. That's what I looked like when I was weak." The priest let go of Zhou Ke's hand, took off the mask on his face and walked forward, putting the light and heavy priest mask on painted his own face on the portrait.Then he turned his head and asked Zhou Ke: "Look, has my appearance not changed?"

Zhou Ke nodded blankly: "What can change... You now look like you have just become weak."

The priest smiled happily holding the mask, and pointed to the painting in front: "This one has changed a lot."

Zhou Ke couldn't take his eyes off: "Your previous priest, why did you draw a baby?"

"Because he was just born, and after being baptized by the priest, someone stole him." The priest walked to the painting and touched the baby's face with his hand, "If he hadn't been stolen Let's go, he must be the priest of the Great Zhou at this moment, maybe there won't be me."

"You..." Zhou Ke covered his head, and numerous fragments plunged into his mind, tormenting him so much that he couldn't stand still.

"I am the little brother of the child in the painting." The priest smiled, "When my brother was a small group, he was stolen by a monster with a high cultivation level. The monster set up a strong barrier, Even though they were sure that brother would not be too far away from the temple, they couldn't find him no matter what."

"Later, my parents had no choice, so I was here to temporarily take over this position. Only then can they unload this long responsibility, go wherever they want, and end the long loneliness. As for our family, we carry a little The bloodline of the ancient dragon god is blessed by the dragon veins under the imperial palace, and its life expectancy is no different from that of an immortal. But if you leave the imperial capital, the protection of the ancient ancestors will become weaker and weaker, and death will come earlier and earlier."

The priest walked up to the chime and played it with his fingers. The voice was faint: "When I was young, I often stayed here alone. I calculated the stars and heaven, and wanted to find my missing brother. If I couldn't find it, I was in a hurry. Ring the bell, hoping he'd hear it and come back home, but he never came."

"Until the year when I was weak, when my portrait was hung on this wall, my brother came back—that was 200 years ago."

Zhou Ke bent down, and the priest and the chime were a little blurry in his vision.

"He finally came home, and I was so happy that I cried." The priest shook his head and shook the bell, his chuckle was as soft as the bell, "It's a pity that he only stayed here for one day, and spent my birthday in the weak crown year with me, and then I can only say goodbye."

"How ridiculous. After my brother was stolen, no one could be a priest. That's why I got me. But when he came back, I was as weak as the crown, and the priest handover ceremony was fully implemented, and the temple had its current owner. We began to reject the predecessor, and our blood from the same source became torture. The dragon vein only recognizes one master, and the king does not see the king, otherwise both sides will suffer. He can't stay anymore."

"So my brother left again. He said he was going to travel around the world. I beg him not to leave Tianding too far. I am not afraid of retaliation. I can give him half of the priest's life." The priest lowered his hand, but the chime continued to ring.

"He insisted on leaving. So I had no choice but to continue to be a priest, counting the chaos and peace under the stars. I can't leave the temple too far, and I can't get out of Tiandingdu. I can only count and see what happens to his afterlife time to pass here."

"When he left..." the priest looked at Zhou Ke, "My brother is 21 years old, three years older than you are now."

Zhou Ke retreated amidst the sound of the bell, leaned against the wall and slumped, pieced together bit by bit the fragments of memory.

When he was young, the fox demon walked through the mountains with him in his arms, and he watched the seasons turn with him, sometimes hearing a long and ethereal bell ringing in his ears.

He looked up at his unbelievably good-looking face, and asked over and over again in a childlike voice: "Qi Li, did you hear a particularly pleasant voice?"

The fox demon replied gently over and over again: "No."

Later, he grew into a young boy, and began to have dreams in the mermaid candle after another. In the dream, a younger boy sat under the chime and rang the bell, pouting, wronging someone: "Monster, Bring my brother back, woo woo woo..."

Later, no matter how old he was, he became more sensitive to the sound of bells.As soon as the bell rang, he had the memory of that boy in his mind, and gradually he also had the memory of the priest of the temple in the past.

He saw an eight-tailed fox demon with fiery red fur pass through the imperial capital of the world despite the prohibition, pass through countless formations set up by the temple, and stole a sleeping baby with its finger in its mouth full of scars.

That beautiful face, a familiar face, a yaksha with a beautiful tree facing the wind.

He began to resist, from Yishan's ever-changing toss to Yunshu's misty surge, all the goblins in Baiyong Mountain were cursing.

The fox demon still looked at him quietly.

There are many enchantments in the mountains.

Tired of the trouble, he sat down in a circle on the hill, motionless, waiting for a piece of lightning to fall from the sky, to illuminate him or split him.

Gentle tossing can't achieve results, so he can only run away decisively.

Run once and be caught back once.

Just like the released fish will eventually return to the fisherman's hands, the fleeing lamb will eventually die between the fangs of the wolf king.

The Cangshan Mountain is full of daisy, wild geese are flying across, white clouds are dancing, the fox demon puts his head in his arms and holds it, as if he would rather let him rot in his arms than bring him back to life in the mortal world.

"do not leave me."