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Thinking about the natural disaster in Baihualou in Yecheng back then, it still makes people palpitate.What's even more frightening is that the culprit was not found afterwards, and only a few people nearby claimed to have seen a figure with a sword in his hand leaving at night.

"The fate of this life died again, so I can only continue to search. Later, I met Master Jichen who was the reincarnation of the Bodhi son. He said that I was deeply murdered, so he invited me to Shenyun Temple to listen to him recite scriptures and talk about Zen. Lights accompany you to get rid of demons." Wen Wubu often smiles, but when he first smiles, there is a kind of gentleness like the spring returning to the earth.

Xie Yan was silent for a moment, then threw a Qiankun pouch to him: "After Fengyi found out that he lost his memory, he came here to look for Jichen. Haven't you seen it?"

"It's not just this life that's missing..." Taking it casually, Wen Wu rubbed the rough texture of the cloth on it, clearly feeling the weak spirit inside, and said softly, "I've seen it before, when I stood in the distance and watched quietly. It took her a while, but she didn't notice it."

"Just go straight up if you like it." Xie Yan patted Wen Wu's thin shoulder carelessly like someone who came over.If you continue to hide it, you don't know how long you will miss it.

"It really sounds like something you can say..." Wen Wu felt the vaguely floating eyes not far away, and chuckled, "If you really understand this truth, what's going on with the one over there?" ?”

"I..." Xie Yan choked, "At this time and at that time, he—he doesn't like me!"

"Is that so, then his piercing stare at me almost froze me into ice." Seeing that Xie Yan couldn't speak in embarrassment, Wen Wu stopped joking and straightened his face, "Xie Yan, if you meet me in the future If you are in trouble, ask the ghost king to get the dragon scale back."

Dragon scale?Xie Yan picked up a fragrant Sophora japonica flower that fell on his shoulder, thinking of it, he seemed to have given it to Pu Xinjiu.How can you take back what you gave away?So he waved his hand: "I can't go to the sky or enter the world to be invincible, but it's just a piece of soul energy."

It seems that it is really possible——Wen Wu is really going to be laughed at by him: "A lack of memory is more than just a disaster? There are many years of your memory and cultivation in it." Thousands of years of memory and cultivation, he said no. Don't be really the same as before - capricious.

"It's from the previous life, right?" He said it so clearly, and Xie Yan is not stupid.This mysterious Taoist has a cold appearance to everyone, but he is different from himself.If Feng Li is his sweetheart, then I—"But Wen Wu, I'm not the friend you're looking for. The only person you've seen in this life is me——Xie Yan. If I really hoped to be found by you in the previous life, Then you won't be entangled with a phantom with dragon scales for so many years in the city untouched by time."

Finally, Xie Yan grinned and smiled slightly: "My name is Xie Yan, not someone else, just Xie Yan."

Xie Yan was right. When the man was tied down to the mortal world by Wuhua Da, he still smiled indifferently: "It's just reincarnation, playing in the world. Wen Wu, don't disturb my interest."

Wen Wu was stunned for a moment.

The more spiritual a mountain range is, the more cloudy it is.Even after noon, the outside of Shenyun Temple is still covered with white clouds and green pines.

The little master with a few newly branded ring scars on his head was holding a broom, sweeping the dead leaves on the steps step by step, when he suddenly saw an oval shadow on the ground, inside was a corner of blue clothes.

He lowered his head, muttered a Buddhist saying, and pushed aside to make way.However, after waiting for a long time, the benefactor stood quietly by one side, neither speaking nor moving.

The little master clenched the broom in his hand, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, there are quite a few benefactors who have come to the mountain gate recently...

At this time, a slender white hand stretched out from under the ink umbrella, and it rested quietly on his shoulder, the icy cold breath made people breathless.

"Benefactor?" The young Buddhist disciple couldn't help but raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a very delicate man's face.His complexion was so fair that he could faintly see the criss-crossing blood vessels underneath. The only fly in the ointment was that his eyes seemed to be suffering from some serious disease, and they were covered with a thin gray cloud.

He boldly asked again: "Dare to ask the benefactor—"

The one who answered him was Tianling covering him with a cold hand, and he felt the pain all over his body at that moment, as if something had been pulled out of his body.Immediately his scalp went numb, he lost consciousness, and fell heavily on the steps, startling the skylarks in the nearby forest to fly around.

If he could be a little more careful, he would find that the person who came was not breathing.

"Hey! I'm also a mountain spirit of this mountain. It's embarrassing for you to tie me up like this." The mountain ghost, who was bound extremely firmly by the fairy rope, shouted dissatisfiedly, "I can't run!"

Beside him lay a group of monks from the monastery, their corpses were scattered all over the field, blood flowed like a river, and the stench was soaring to the sky.These bloody scenes of killing were as red as his bright red clothes. He didn't care, but he was afraid that Wutong would be unhappy if he saw it, so he kept clamoring to leave.

"Shh, I'm willing to admit defeat." A slender fingertip touched his lips, and a woman's clear laughter sounded like a silver bell.

For a moment, the mountain ghost who had been rambling suddenly became quiet, and his face also changed into a gentle one, and his expression sank: "What kind of monsters are you? How dare you offend my Zixiao Mountain boundary?"

"Lord Mountain God, if Jichen is still there, I will still be a little bit afraid. But now, the winner is king, and the loser—" Then the woman turned into her original body, and saw a huge white dragon soaring into the sky After spitting out his thin tongue, he opened his bloody mouth, devouring all the nearby creatures. "Wrap the belly!"

The flowers and plants near the Shenyun Temple were all seedlings, and quickly withered and decayed, while the place where the mountain ghost was originally lying was only left with blood-red clothes, on which the plum blossoms that bloomed with different methods were all slumped.At the same time, the lush tree behind the temple halfway up the mountain seemed to have been robbed of its vitality, and it decayed at a visible speed. Withered petals of Sophora japonica fell on the amber treasured by the mountain ghosts under the tree.

Bai Jiao opened its brown eyeballs and let out a breath of contentment. Instantly, cloudy clouds spread over the top of the mountain, as if raindrops were falling.The nearby man in green shirt stood motionless with an umbrella in his hand, his figure was tall and tall, like a tall and straight green pine.

"Ah, the dragon breathed out so much, I forgot again." The woman turned back to her original shape, and then got under the man's umbrella familiarly, "Ji Chen passed away, and Fu Xueyi, who had inherited the power of Bodhi, was also dead. No way, we've made this trip in vain."

"Yes." The man replied in a low voice, and put his hand on the woman's outstretched hand expressionlessly,

"If you can still think, you can talk to me."

"Yes." It is still the same answer for thousands of years.

The woman suddenly smiled, and approached intimately: "Why am I competing with a walking corpse? Let's go, Dusk."

Xie Yan at the foot of the mountain suddenly turned his head and glanced at the temple hidden in the mountains and greenery.

Jian Suyu noticed his frown tightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... I always feel that the trip is in vain." Xie Yan shook his head.

"It doesn't count—hey, it's raining?" Liu Minghong touched the raindrops on his face, held up his umbrella and gently pulled the apprentice beside him, "Feng Jiu, come here."

I don't know what Pu Xinjiu and Liu Minghong said. Afterwards, Liu Minghong became more friendly, and even looked better when facing Jian Suyu, as if he had become the boy they knew many years ago.

Jian Suyu quietly took out an umbrella from the Qiankun bag, took two steps closer without making a sound, and covered Xie Yan's body with the umbrella.

"Master, isn't this your most precious umbrella? I've been begging you for a long time with a clear face to disguise and a dirty face to defend—" Curious Lan Yin held her mouth, and just about to come in to take a closer look, she was caught by Pu. Xin Jiu grabbed it, covered his mouth and stuffed it under his red umbrella.

It turned out to be his voicing umbrella... Xie Yan looked in surprise at the man whose ears were reddish and turned his face away.

"Isn't it?" Pu Xinjiu took over the conversation, "Didn't you help Ji Fengli find Wen Wu? And you also got the antidote."

That's right, Wen Wu said that he was going to go to the underworld, so he left with the spirit of Feng Hao.Before leaving, he also left behind a blue and white porcelain vase that could cure all kinds of poisons, Xie Yan handed it to Jian Suyu without hesitation, and stared at him firmly to swallow it.The poison was removed, but Jian Suyu's silver hair could not be changed back.

Lan Yin also muttered: "It's not bad that the white-haired master is so immortal."

"Speaking of Minghong, how come you are in Shenyun Temple?" Suddenly remembering the coincidence that the enemy's road was narrow, Xie Yan asked casually.

"In recent days, there have been many people whose souls have been taken away alive. It is rumored that—ahem—" Liu Minghong glanced at Pu Xinjiu in embarrassment, his expression a little embarrassed, "so I brought Feng Jiu here Ask for advice on how to enter the Fengdu Ghost Realm."

Pu Xinjiu: "???"

No wonder Jian Suyu yelled at her when she was in Lin'an, and Pu Xinjiu secretly sighed, "People grow radishes in Fengdu, and pots come from all directions."He looked resentful: "I heard that the evil one is a snow-white snake."

"Snake?" Xie Yan couldn't help shivering, and squeezed towards Jian Suyu who was holding an umbrella.He was most afraid of snakes. On a dark night when he was young, Xie Yan once mistook a white snake on the ground for a white rainbow falling on the ground, and he left a lot of shadows after that.

"But I also heard that the white snake has four legs."

"A snake with four legs is still a snake!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Yin turned over her sleeves so that everyone could see the pattern on her cuffs: "Master, is this what you are talking about?"

"Snake with no legs, and dragon with four legs. There should be no mistake." The symbol of Donghai Lan's family is the four-legged dragon, and Jian Suyu nodded.

"In this case, I guess this white dragon is still a female. Because the innkeeper in Lin'an said that the victims in Lin'an City are all men—" Xie Yan blinked thoughtfully, "Xinjiu, the last you heard Where did she appear?"

"In a town near Yecheng."

Yecheng... These two words now sound like a world away.