Yang Qian's fourth junior brother, surnamed Chen Mingshuye, this name was taken when the old master of Northern Kunlun was alive. Two years ago, after Yang Qianxiu was lost, he left Britain alone.

Although he is not familiar with the place, fortunately, Chen Shuye was born with an active temperament, and in the two years in Britain, he was very prosperous. not only married a foreign daughter-in-law, but also worshipped Davis, the crown prince of Britain, and became brothers.

Chen Shuye is an orphan. When the old master of Northern Kunlun picked him up from the snow, it was only a full moon. On weekdays, the old master is not very careful, and the food and clothing up and down of Northern Kunlun are all handled by the eldest disciple Yang Qian, and even with Chen Shuye and other senior brothers, Yang Qian is single-handed, which is extremely difficult.

When Yang Qian made a phone call, Chen Shuye did not hesitate at all, entrusted his wife who was pregnant with Liujia to Davis to take care of, and took the fastest flight back to China alone.

Day 2.

The sun has not risen for three poles, and the sun is not too scorching, but it only slightly smokes people out of a thin sweat.

If it weren't for the spiritual tide surging three days ago, breaking through the thirty-seventh ghost cave, and a large amount of ghost qi gushing out, Xiaohe Mountain would still be just an extremely ordinary mountain in the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan.

Yang Qian, who was standing halfway up the mountain, frowned.

This time the spirit tide was a bit unusual.

The ghost aura was already thick and close to the substance, and when he reached the halfway point of the mountain, the range of sight had narrowed to a radius of no more than a zhang. In normal times, even if you go down to the deepest part of the ghost cave, you may not be able to form such a scene.

What kind of existence is this?

Yang Qian's heart sank.

Yang Qian continued to walk up the mountain with a thick heart, and it took about half an hour before he reached the top of the mountain. The entrance to the cave hangs like a black hole on the top of the mountain. The original guards around had been withdrawn by Li Jing in advance, and Yang Qian could only see Wang Lieyun and Uncle Chen catching up at night.

Yang Qian's eyes were fixed on the two people who were talking not far away, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Big brother. ”

Wang Lieyun and Chen Shuye saw Yang Qian, who had reached the top of the mountain, with a touch of joy on their faces, and hurriedly ran forward in three steps and two steps.

Yang Qian nodded.

Chen Shuye suddenly laughed, and then Wang Lieyun also laughed. Laughing and laughing, the corners of his eyes were full of tears.

Yang Qian was silent.

It's not that I don't want to speak, it's just that I don't know where to start with too many words, not to mention that there are more important things at the moment. The wind is gusting, and the evil ghosts are in the sky, which is not suitable for reminiscing.

Yang Qian turned around, walked through the rocky path, came to the entrance of the ghost cave, and stepped in. In an instant, the world was spinning, and there was a different scene in front of me.

Hungry and dying, there are hundreds of millions of lonely ghosts floating around. If that's the case, it's just that there are more of them, although it is hard to kill, but it is a familiar scene, the three of them have been fighting in the ghost cave for many years, who is not familiar with the road?

But the strange thing is that the hundreds of millions of ghosts in front of them are either missing arms and legs, or they have no heads, or they have a big hole in their chests, and ghost blood is sprinkled all over the sky.

The ghost snake is endless, and it is bigger than the few ghost snakes that Yang Qian has been to in the past, plus the scene in front of him, if there is no terrifying existence in it, even Yang Qian himself does not believe it.

Retracting his gaze, Yang Qian's brows tightened. glanced back at Wang Lieyun and Chen Shuye behind him, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. This is the last bloodline of North Kunlun, if it is broken here, North Kunlun is afraid that the inheritance will be broken.

After settling down, Yang Qian led the two junior disciples forward. Most of the ghosts are unconscious, just floating aimlessly, but there are also a few ghosts who don't open their eyes after death and become angry and turn into powerful ghosts, in a vain attempt to attack Yang Qian and the three of them, but they were all easily shot by Wang Lieyun with a bow and arrows.

Looking forward and walking a little further, counting the past, Yang Qian and the three of them had already advanced forward for several miles. Don't say it's a fierce fight, and even a serious fight hasn't happened yet. Just as Yang Qian stopped to think about the reason, the ghost in front of him suddenly stirred, and then the commotion spread rapidly like ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Yang Qian raised his eyes and looked ahead, only to see an arm-thick golden light flying towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there were ghosts and monsters along the way that had no time to avoid, all of which turned into bursts of green smoke the moment they touched the golden light. According to rough estimates, in just this moment, nearly a million souls were annihilated.

While the golden light took away millions of souls, it was still castrated unabated, and it crashed straight into Yang Qian.

At that moment, countless strange pictures flashed in Yang Qian's mind.

In these pictures, there is the million-foot-tall giant holding a big axe to break through the chaos, there is the woman with a snake tail refining multicolored stones to make up the zenith cave, there is the human emperor who has been running around for thirteen years to control the water to block the waves of the four seas, and there is also the monkey that jumped out of the crack in the stone and turned the world upside down with an iron rod......

When Yang Qian opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him became different again. The hundreds of millions of ghosts, along with Chen Shuye and Wang Lieyun, didn't know where they went. Looking up, the ghost seemed to return to chaos, filled with dead silence, except for the monk.

Yang Qian fixed his eyes and saw that there was a young monk sitting in a dilapidated small temple not far away, looking at his age of only twenty-three or four, because he was sitting cross-legged, Yang Qian didn't see much stature, and a white monk's robe was put on his body, adding a bit of sacredness out of thin air. The monk had a faint smile on his face, and a pair of bright eyes were looking at Yang Qian.

The corner of Yang Qian's eyes swept over the dilapidated small temple behind the monk's body, the statues on the original altar had been shattered, and the incense burner, wooden fish, and other things were thrown on the ground at will.

At this moment, the monk suddenly moved, the rosary in his hand twisted slightly, slowly straightened up, and walked towards Yang Qian.

Yang Qian's eyes were stunned, and he quickly turned sideways, and when the monk walked in front of him, he hurriedly folded his hands and made a Buddhist salute to the monk, and sang, "Master." ”

"The donor is polite. ”

The monk returned the salute.

Yang Qian was silent, just quietly looking at the monk in front of him.

I don't know how long it has been, as long as a century, just when Yang Qian was already getting a little impatient, the monk in front of him suddenly spoke, "Isn't the donor curious about why he came here?"

Yang Qian tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself that you said it! Although he was slandered in his heart, his mouth was still kind, "I don't want to know." ”

The monk listened to Yang Qian's answer, smiled even more happily, and looked Yang Qian up and down, as if he was looking at an interesting object.

"And what do you want to know?"

The monk asked.

"You know what I want to know?"

Yang Qian rolled his eyes.

"Nature knows. ”

"Can you say that?"

"I know everything. ”

"Really?"

"Monks don't speak. ”

Yang Qian looked at the monk in front of him in a daze, as if he wanted to see the flowers on the handsome face that was always smiling, and after looking at it for a long time, he asked again, "Who are you? Why has this world become like this?"

After speaking, Yang Qian seemed to be worried that the monk would not understand, and added, "I'm talking about the yang world. ”

The monk seemed to have seen through Yang Qian's thoughts, and responded, "Your last two questions are a long story, and the poor monk only knows one or two. ”

"Don't interrupt, I asked three questions. Yang Qian's gaze swept a deep glance at the monk and said.

"Poor monk, Jizo. ”

"But the one who 'hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, and all living beings will be exhausted, and only then will you prove Bodhi'?"

"Exactly. ”