I, who was smashed into a girl by a meteorite, turned into a Yuelao?

But it didn't mean they didn't receive the goods at all. The young man in charge rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then looked at his fellow disciples with uncertainty, "What do you think?"

"They... seem to be attacked by something that affects people's spirit or soul...?" A young woman hesitated to answer. Since just now, she has been paying close attention to the movements and expressions of the lost disciples.

She believed that she was not the only one who had the same judgment. The others looked at each other and nodded, which seemed to agree with the woman's opinion.

"It's just...why is it suddenly so peaceful here?" Someone raised the question he had been concerned about from the beginning.But none of the people present could give an answer. You looked at me, and I looked at yours, and fell silent for a while.

The other person had a more flexible mind, crossed his arms around his chest, stared at the stele, stretched out a hand after a while, pointed at the stele, and suggested: "Brother, please look back at this stele? This stele It has only recently appeared, and perhaps it has witnessed something in itself."

Everyone's eyes fell on the stone tablet again. The young man in charge nodded after thinking for a while, and turned his hand from the carved words to the stone surface.

Soon the surrounding scene changed rapidly, and everyone heard the sound of wind and footsteps directly in their ears.

The sound of footsteps varies from fast to slow, and the recent footsteps are tight and hurried, and I can't find them because they are used to run.

Soon a child's voice sounded, "Hurry up, hurry up, Xia Zi, Brother Zhaoyan, the screams from before are right here, let's hurry up... Wow! What kind of weird thing is this?"

Everyone's hearts were raised in an instant. Judging from the child's words, they heard the voice and rushed over to help. Could it be that the tired child was involved?

The monks immediately turned to the direction of the sound. A six or seven-year-old child was staring at them incredulously, or... looking at the monster that should have existed in their position.

When everyone fell down because he was quickly attacked by something they couldn't understand, the child suddenly jumped back, avoiding something nimbly, and still shouting something in his mouth: "Hero, Brother Zhaoyan , don’t come here, there are monsters here!”

"There are monsters to come over, right?"

"Ah."

Two voices came from the forest, one was a little bit dumbfounded, and the other didn't know who was answering.

Even two teenagers walked out of the woods unhurriedly. One teenager looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the other was not very old, probably in his teens.

"Oh! Why are you still here? Don't you know it's dangerous here?" The former child scolded the two later boys with an angry and disobedient expression on his face. It was a bit funny to see him, but he didn't listen to his dodging movements. And stop.

The older boy's eyes were originally closed, but the child's words made him open them. The unfocused pupils did not move at all. The other monks quickly noticed that this boy... seemed to be blind.

And he was still smiling unhurriedly at the other end: "How dangerous can it be? I can't see it, and it's useless if you say it!"

The child who dodged before slipped and almost fell to the ground, but it seemed that something was attacking him. He didn't refute the boy immediately, and hid in the distance, with some angry words , "Sir, don't come here to join in the fun! Anyway, you can't see it!"

"That's right!" The blind boy clapped his hands, agreed with the boy's words, and patted the shoulder of the boy next to him who had been expressionless since just now: "Then I'll leave it to you, Zhaoyan."

The indifferent young man didn't turn his head. He lowered his head, and the hand that had been on the sword suddenly moved.

Everyone watched a white light flash by, and disappeared halfway through the flight. The child who was jumping around like a monkey before also stopped, staring blankly at the direction of a group of monks, as if he was caught by some amazing scene. Shocked, he opened his mouth and muttered in disbelief: "What... is this...?"

Not to mention that he was frightened, the boy who had an indifferent expression before looked at the monks standing, his pupils shrank, and his expressionless face became more dignified, he didn't speak, and took a step back.

The most calm person present was the young man who couldn't see anything. When he heard what his companion said, he seemed to have expected it. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What is it? Isn't it just a group of dead ghosts gathered together?" Become a ghost?"

"War dead ghost... demon ghost?" The young child repeated, looking at the blind boy with mixed emotions, and pointed in the direction of the stone tablet, "Is that so?"

"No matter what you see, it's best not to believe it. This demon has already swallowed many people." The boy's eyes widened a little, and his eyeballs turned golden. Several monks present looked at each other. Those eyes couldn't help being startled: "The boy's eyes don't seem to be purely blind!"

"Shh... don't talk, read on." Someone on the side made a silence gesture, and the commotional people immediately fell silent, and turned their attention back to the three people at the scene.

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The 860th Nine Steps to Achieve Yuelao: The Cause and Effect of the Monument

A group of monks noticed the peculiarity of the blind boy, and because they wanted to know the follow-up situation, they temporarily closed their mouths and continued to look behind.

The young children were particularly convinced by the elder boy's words, and after only thinking for a moment, they nodded to express their understanding, and ran to the other party's side without looking behind them any more.

The indifferent boy named Zhaoyan glanced at the two of them and moved his sword hand. After receiving a nod from the blind boy, he turned his gaze to the direction of the monks.

From this point of view, he was a little confused and hesitant. When he raised his hand, he couldn't bear it anymore. When the long sword fell, it seemed that there was a cry and an explosion.

All the monks clearly felt a sword intent appearing out of thin air, condensed like a substance, and the moment between appearing and falling, seemed to have passed for an unknown number of years.

Those with lower cultivation levels were either directly scared to hide in the forest, or they were so frightened that they were actually wounded by the sword and fell to the ground.

"What a strong momentum...!" The other monks reacted, and hurriedly protected their companions who were in an unstable mood. They couldn't believe that it was a child who showed such a sword posture...it was actually a child!

"There must be a very powerful elder in this child's family who taught him how to use a sword?"

Someone said unwillingly in their hearts, and there was no one around to respond.

Everyone knew in their hearts that even if there really was someone with superb swordsmanship teaching a young man like the one just now to learn swordsmanship, if that young man could use it in his teens, it would be a testament to his own talent and hard work.

This is definitely not something they can match.

When a group of monks were thinking about what to do, Zhaoyan's expression returned to indifference, and he had already turned and walked towards his companions.

The six or seven-year-old child looked at it and clicked his tongue, "I cut them off with one sword..."

"Otherwise?" Zhaoyan rarely looked at the child and asked back.

"He probably feels that you need to have a fierce fight with the other party, after all, the other party is not an ordinary existence." The blind boy on the side snatched the child's words and smiled jokingly.

Zhao Yan glanced back, pointed to his head, "I don't know why, its attack is ineffective against me."

"Oh? That kind of thing doesn't matter, let's go!" The blind boy waved his hand, and without using any pathfinding tools, he took two steps first, and then stopped, making the two who had just followed him stop too.

The young child turned his head to look at the boy, and asked, "Xiazi, what's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Xiazi responded subtly, turned around in a circle, and stopped when facing Zhaoyan, "Shall we erect a monument?"

"Ah?" "Huh?" The child and Zhaoyan questioned at the same time.

Xiazi spread his hands and asked, "What is this place?"

"Battlefield." The other two said in unison.

Xiazi pointed to the ground again, "What are these on the ground?"

The eyes of the two fell on the ground, and they didn't say anything for a while. Xia Zi scratched his cheek and said without waiting for their answer, "Although it's completely changed, you also know it? These are bones."

"So, do you mean that the three of us should bury all these thousands of skeletons in the ground?" reconciled.

Zhaoyan at the side showed a look of embarrassment.Thousands of people, there are only three of them, even if they have extraordinary power, how can they bury thousands of corpses?

"Abandoned son, you think too much. This is a deep mountain. Even if I really want to do that, our rations won't allow it." Xiazi responded to the other party's serious face with a straight face, amused the child, and the expression on his face also changed. Unable to hold back anymore, he could only sigh helplessly like a little adult, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Burn it!" Xiazi's blindness glowed with a faint light, and he said a word that made everyone who saw this scene, including his companion, shake their heads.

The monks didn't know who these three children were, but judging from their clothes, they should be ordinary literati disciples. They might not know about the miasma, so they probably didn't know that the remains soaked in evil spirits couldn't be burned.

Although according to the situation at the time, being able to burn it should be the best way.At least it can curb the continued growth and spread of the evil spirit here, and produce new monsters...

It's a pity that the idea is good, but it has no common sense and is too naive.

In the illusion, although the two children have different ideas from the monks, they also do not support Xia Zi's approach.

Abandoned son shook his head and said, "Sir, don't be joking, it's so humid here, let alone burning these remains, even if you light a fire, there's no way to ignite it, right?"

"Can't light it?" Xiazi took out the flint and steel with a half-smile, "I suggest you stand a little farther away now."

"Ah?" The two were still puzzled. The sparks from the collision of the flints seemed to have caused a chain reaction. The entire open space exploded instantly, and the flames shot up into the sky in an instant, almost touching the three of them.

Fortunately, Zhaoyan reacted quickly, grabbed the abandoned child and rushed out.

"This...what's the situation?!" Not to mention the people who were shocked at the time, the practitioners who saw this scene also looked at each other, not understanding what happened.

"Xiazi, what's going on?! What did you do?!" Zhao Yan carried the abandoned son, looking behind him in horror, his body was already covered in sweat, and he didn't know if it was the cold sweat from being frightened?Still sweating from the heat wave.

"Look, didn't you study hard? Didn't you know that the place where many corpses are piled up is easy to form methane? In this kind of mountain forest, the corpses of animals and plants are piled up in a humid environment, and it is easy to form methane. Biogas will explode when it encounters such an open flame."

The whole face of the Xiazi on the side was blackened, and while wiping the black ash on his face, he explained to the two people beside him with a smile.

Zhaoyan looked at the burning flame and couldn't help but backed away, while Sagittarius looked at the flame thoughtfully and was a little dazed.

Xia Zi didn't want to disturb the two of them thinking, but after considering some problems, he patted Zhao Yan's shoulder, "Hey, can I trouble you to help me cut down all the trees around here?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yan had doubts on his face, and he didn't stop moving. He immediately acted and cut down the nearby trees to isolate a large open space.There was nothing in the open space for the flames to burn, and the flames were immediately contained in the open space.

I don't know if it was because the remains on the scene had undergone some changes, or because the fire was under control. The flame ignited and extinguished quickly, and it extinguished within an hour of burning.

Xiazi had already changed from standing to sitting and lying down. When the flame went out, he even let out a haha, "Has the fire gone down?"

"Ah... um..." Abandoned child answered absently, Xiazi heard something strange and asked, "What? What did you see?"

"Stone...stone...in the center of the open space...is there an extra stone?" Sacrifice rubbed his eyes vigorously, widened his eyes and looked forward, still speaking uncertainly.

"Oh? Is the temperature too high..." Xiazi understood, jumped up from the ground, and greeted Zhaoyan, "Come on, Zhaoyan, help me engrave all these names on that stone."

"You... believe there is a stone there?" Zhao Yan's mood became a little unstable.

"Isn't this normal? Even if it's carbon, it can turn into a diamond? Let alone a demon bone under the real fire of Samadhi?" Xia Zi muttered in a low voice, and when the two companions looked over, he laughed, "Never mind him! After all, there used to be a ghost here? Even if it was burned to stone, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

"It sounds...it seems to make a little sense?" These words can't convince Qizi and Zhaoyan, but at this time, there seems to be no other explanation.

Abandoned son shook his head, obviously he didn't want to pursue so much anymore, he was surprised when he saw Zhaoyan take what was in Xiazi's hand, "When did you pick this up?"

"What?" Xiazi pretended to be stupid and asked back.

"That!" Abandoned Zi pointed at Zhao Yan's fruit, "That Mingjing! I remember that there should be no such things before, right?"

"Is there no? Is there? If not, who wrote it? I can't possibly write it? I'm blind, huh?" Xiazi continued to pretend to be stupid, causing the abandoned child to roll his eyes, and he didn't bother to talk to him anymore. Argue the question.

Zhaoyan silently looked at the names written on the inscription, and regarded the other two people as air. After waiting for a while, he put away the inscription, shook his hand, and drew his long sword out of its sheath, with one stroke at a time. Without any sluggishness, the writing on a stone tablet was completed smoothly and smoothly.

Turning to the other side, he looked at the other names written on the inscription, and soon finished the stone tablet on the other side as before.

"Brother Zhaoyan is so powerful!" Abandoned Zi looked at him and forgot his unhappiness with Xia Zi, and clapped his hands in disbelief.

Zhaoyan looked at the Mingjing in his hand, and the more he looked, the deeper his frown became, and finally he unconsciously grasped Mingjing, turned around and walked back to Xiazi, "This is... a soldier of Qin and Chu?"

"How do I know that?" Xiazi replied.

"On this...one side is Qin Wen...the other is Chu Wen...this is definitely not the inscription they prepared when they realized it...this...it was made after their death." Zhao Yan told the truth and stared fixedly. Looking at Xiazi's face, as if the other party did not give him a satisfactory answer, he would never look away.

"Oh? One side is Qin Wen, the other is Chu Wen, I don't know...?" Xiazi patted the ashes on his body, sat up, stretched out his hand to fumble for the characters on the inscription, and sighed.

This appearance made Zhao Yan's expression uncertain, "Didn't you do this?"

"What did I do?" Xiazi turned his head to Zhaoyan suspiciously, as if he didn't understand.

Zhao Yan was silent for a moment, then turned around, "Forget it..."

Xiazi froze for a moment, turned his head to the direction of the abandoned son, pointed to Zhaoyan whose back was facing him, then pointed to his own head, shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head.

Seeing Xiazi's exaggerated movements, Qizi rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to Xiazi, and looked at Zhaoyan's carved stone tablet.

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The 870 steps to achieve Yuelao: some stories in the mountains

In front of the huge stone tablet, his two companions did not hear what the young man said, but they were directly seen by a group of monks who restored the illusion.

After the three of them left, the fantasy disappeared, and finally someone couldn't help but said, "That kid...did he just say the true fire of Samadhi?"

"Listen... Did you hear it wrong? It should be just an ordinary fire, right? I looked... He seemed to use a flint and steel to light it..." Another person hesitated in disbelief.

"...Yes, yes, how can it be so easy to master the true fire of Samadhi? Even among the elders in the sect, few of them have mastered the true fire of Samadhi, right?"

"Maybe... maybe that young man just happens to be a cultivator of Huo Xing?"

"These three people...none of them are simple characters. Perhaps behind them, there is a senior who taught them?" The leading youth finally came to this conclusion, and the others listened and moved their minds.

"Those three people should not have gone far, should we look around?"

"What do you want them to do?"

"Exchange your cultivation experience with them?"

"This... Let's forget it? After all, these are children..."

In the end, everyone didn't speak clearly, but just secretly recorded the appearance of the three children.

The behavior of those three people was a bit abnormal, and their abilities were outstanding. A group of cultivators were not sure if they were really just three people traveling around, it was as simple as wandering around.It's not like they haven't seen the old and disrespectful elders secretly follow the disciples all the way when they went out for the first time.

Judging from the age of the bones, those three children are definitely not rejuvenated old seniors. Maybe there are old seniors sneaking up with the three people nearby. His elders have noticed, and are probably secretly watching them somewhere now.

Once they do something out of the ordinary, maybe the other party will appear in an instant and wipe them out.

There was still some tacit understanding in the hearts of the people. After saying a word, they didn't dare to go any further, and quickly shifted the topic to other places.

"What should we do now? Just go back like this?" Looking at the huge stele, which was clearly regarded as a stone, the practitioners began to feel melancholy again.

They can clearly feel that the spirituality of their disciples is still on the huge stone tablet. If they can extract it and find the reincarnation of the disciples in the future, they will still have a way to re-enlighten the disciples and make them enlightened after reincarnation. Maybe they can find it again. The opportunity that originally belonged to them.Even if they don't take the path of practice in the future, the opportunities and blessings that originally belonged to them are enough to make their next life much smoother...