The little mantis jumped out of the wooden bowl and ran out of the door.

"You have to scold!"

The old monk glared at the little mantis, then stretched out his hand and moved back and forth on the wooden bowl.

The wooden bowl shimmered with a soft and comfortable light.

The old monk closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it was, it could be a moment, it could be a day, the old monk opened his eyes.

The light in the wooden bowl was gone, but the turtle's shell lit up with strangely shaped totems and runes.

Looking at those totems and runes, an excited light appeared in the old monk's eyes, but immediately, the excited light became depressed again.

"Obviously there is the breath of antiquity, obviously it is a sign of the birth of ancient legacy, but how can I not see a specific one, it looks like I only see a source of disaster, it's really infuriating! But even I can't see it, and the phoenix and them shouldn't be able to see it, otherwise I'll be a fart?"

"The source of this calamity...... Not for me, but it's really a good thing for the imperial court and the Yanwang Mansion...... Should I release the news first to show the vastness of my Daodaozong's supernatural powers? If I wait for the phoenix to release the news to the Yan Wangfu first, and then release the news, wouldn't it seem that I am incompetent?"

"Uh-huh! ”

As soon as the old monk waved, the door suddenly opened, and he was about to summon his disciples to meet him. But at this moment, a little Taoist priest walked to the door.

"Come in. The old monk said.

"Sect Master. The little path saluted the old monk respectfully, his eyes were full of respect, and he looked at the sect master's body as if he were nothing, but he didn't dare to look at his head.

"What did you do to come to me?"

"Sect Master, now the world has made a decision on the natural calamity of that night. The source of calamity was born in the core of the Calamity. This source of calamity is formed by a terrible force, and if it is destroyed, it can produce great power. In order to win the war, both the imperial court and the Yan Wangfu are moving towards the core of the natural disaster, and whichever side gets the source of the disaster, the other side will definitely be defeated. ”

"That night?" the old monk asked, "what time is it, and how long has it been since that night?"

"It's been three days. ”

"......" The old monk was speechless for a while.

"Sect Master?"

"Huh?"

"Master asked me to ask you, what should we do?"

"What are we going to do? We want that disaster to be useless?"

"Master said that there must be some ancient relics and sources of calamity that have appeared together. ”

The old monk looked at Xiaodao and asked sternly, "Has your master divined the hexagram?"

Xiaodao replied decisively: "No." ”

"And how did he know? And he used the word yes?"

"This is news from the Yan Wangfu. You also know that behind the Yanwang Mansion is a phoenix. Master said...... He believed in the prophecy of the Phoenix. ”

"......" The old monk was speechless again.

"Sect Master, please instruct. Xiaodao bowed to the old monk.

"Well, I instruct. The old monk sat up a little straighter and said, "My instruction is that this matter is for your master to do it alone, and if he can't bring something back, I will let him go into the coffin!"

Xiaodao didn't even say a word to receive the order, and ran away.

"I hate these bull-nosed Taoist priests!

The old monk roared in the room.

And the turtle in the wooden bowl actually laughed.

......

On the shore of the East China Sea, a figure appeared between the sky and the sea. It was as if it was just a breath of time, and I came to the nearest island to the sea. It was only a breath of time before he was on the shore. He moved as if he didn't use his feet, but drifted with the wind. But if you observe carefully, you will find that he used his feet again, then there is probably only one explanation, his steps are different from others, others take a step, it is a step, he takes a step, maybe it is hundreds of miles.

The red sky also reflected the sea red, and when I looked at it, I thought it was a sea of blood.

The sea of blood burst into bursts of light, illuminating the figure.

It was a handsome and dashing man, dressed in a purple shirt fluttering in the sea breeze, and his appearance looked to be in his thirties, but there were two long white strands of hair on his temples.

He raised his arms very casually, and the sea seemed to stir with his movements. An object came out from under his arm, swam a punch in his shoulder, and stared ahead. This thing turned out to be a giant python.

The python spit out the apricots, without the slightest hostility, and when it met the eyes of the man, it made people feel a little gentle.

He looked at the sky, and the python followed him to the sky.

The white hair on his temples swayed in the wind, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, patted the python's head, and whispered, "He's coming." ”

Three simple words, but they echoed on the sea for a long time, as if they would never disappear.

"But how do I feel that he is not the only one here?"

After saying this, his figure and the python on his arm had disappeared.

On the vast East China Sea, there is only the sound of waves hitting the shore.

......

Night.

Quiescence.

In the silent mausoleum.

A young man dressed in plain clothes sat quietly in front of a luxurious cemetery, holding a pamphlet in his left hand and a brush in his right.

He's writing.

After writing for a while, he looked towards the cemetery and talked to himself.

But he didn't seem to be talking to himself, but like he was talking to someone in the cemetery.

It was as if someone in the cemetery could hear him.

He has written and spoken for a long time.

The brush in his hand does not need to be stained with ink, but it seems to have endless ink.

He never drank water, as if he would never be thirsty.

A sudden vision appeared in the sky, the night turned red, and a nine-colored rainbow pierced the sky under the night.

The young man just raised his head slightly, and then said calmly, "He's here." ”

After saying these three words, he continued to write.

The red glow reflected his young face red.

After a long time, he raised his head again and said with some loss: "It seems that he is not the only one who came." ”

"Master, today is your death day. ”

Liu Xiu faced the direction of his hometown, his expression was sincere, and he bowed deeply. She picked up the flask full of wine, and the mellow and sweet wine spilled all over the floor. "You drink. ”

Her forehead touched the ground for a long time, as if she was reminiscing about the past, before she stood up straight again, and said with a somewhat excited expression: "Master, thanks to your teaching, I have embarked on the path of soul guests. Maybe even you didn't expect that I would actually have the day to achieve the Soul Pill Realm. As your apprentice, I didn't disappoint you. If I can get revenge, I will definitely carry forward the soul art of the treacherous sect and fulfill your last wish. ”。

"You, please rest under the Nine Springs, and I will do the mundane chores. ”

Liu Xiu stood up, still with that intoxicating temperament. When she was still Liu Ying, what made people feel was a unique chic and generous. Now as a daughter, she is several times more beautiful than in the past.