"Wow~" The sound of the torrential rain filled the night. Suddenly, www.biquge.info a lightning bolt in the sky illuminated the whole world. Then there was a rumbling thunder.

A long time has passed, about an hour or more. Although he had hinted that he still had a son to raise, the man in white was still a little relieved, and he walked around the corner.

The flaming flame shone and jumped, reflecting everywhere it could shine. I saw that the middle-aged man holding his wife there did not make the slightest movement.

"Not good. The man in white secretly shouted in his heart, and his figure disappeared in an instant, but then he appeared beside the middle-aged man and his wife. How fast is that?

He looked at him. I saw that the middle-aged man's face was already blue, and he was obviously out of breath. He carefully examined it for a while, and finally found something: the middle-aged man was already seriously overdrawn, and he was overly sad, coupled with the freezing of the night rain, he actually died silently.

The man in white looked at the fainted little boy in his arms, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Well, your parents' deaths have something to do with me. The hesitation in his eyes dissipated.

The burning bonfire suddenly seemed to come to life, and it quickly grew in size, until it finally floated from the wood and turned into a ball of flames. In the next moment, the ball of flame shrouded the two dead people. In a moment, they turned into a pile of white powder, never to be separated from each other again.

The man in white waved his hand, and a faint flash of firelight appeared, and a large pit appeared on the ground. He found a broken clay pot and put the ashes on the ground and buried them in a large pit. Then he found a rectangular stone and stood in front of the tomb. A fiery snake flew out of his fingertips, and in a flash, several large characters were carved into the long stone: "Tomb of the Nameless Couple".

After doing all this, the man in white and the little boy turned into a ray of light, flew farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the sky.

In the dark, a woman held him tightly in her arms, and the feeling was so warm and safe. However, before he could perceive it carefully, a face that looked like a skeleton suddenly appeared and pounced on her. She didn't realize it, she just looked at her son in her arms and smiled. He tried his best to shout to remind her, but he couldn't make a sound. Fear hits...

"Don't!" he sat up sharply, gasping for air, cold sweat running down his forehead and dripping onto the red futon.

"Are you awake?!" a crisp and pleasant voice came, and he looked up to see a little girl carved in pink. Her eyes were bright and penetrating, and with a hint of curiosity, she looked at him.

"Where is this? Where's my mother?" Although the little girl in front of him was very beautiful, he was still silent in the nightmare, and he did not realize it at all.

"Are you having nightmares?" she looked at him with eyes that could almost speak.

"Yes, it's just a dream, and when I wake up, I'll be able to see my mother. He muttered to himself, then laughed, and then, he fell straight on the ** and 'fell asleep'. In the dream, there was a smile on his lips.

"Hey~, why are you asleep again?People have been waiting for you for a long time~" The little girl wanted to reach out to push him, but suddenly remembered something and hesitated. She put her fingers in her mouth, and her eyes flashed with thought.

"Forget it, I won't wait for you, I will know to sleep, big lazy pig! I'm going to play with my little fat brother." She grimaced at him, and then jumped outside the house.

He tried to 'sleep', but he couldn't sleep.

"It's just a dream... It's just a dream... It's just a dream......" he told himself with his eyes closed, but it was all so real. The feeling of the futon on my body, and the little girl just now... The curvature of the corners of his mouth was gone.

Although the warm heat came from the futon, he could clearly feel the boundless darkness and cold coming, and he shrank back. After reciting it silently for an unknown number of times, he finally fell asleep unconsciously.

It is a mountain that reaches to the sky, and there is a magnificent temple near the top of the mountain. In the main hall, several figures sat cross-legged on each other's knees.

"Since the establishment of the Vulcan Gate, I have never taken in anyone with unknown background, and now Zhang Lie, as the master of the cave from the fire cave, has actually broken the ancestral system, and he should be punished! An old man with fiery red hair scolded a middle-aged man in white.

Since the establishment of the Huoshenmen, it has been divided into eight caves: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, and Dui. Each cave has a cave owner, of which the dry fire cave is under the jurisdiction of the door owner. This red-haired old man is none other than Fei Fandao, the cave owner of the Earthquake Fire Cave.

"Could it be that as the master of the Fire Cave, I don't even have the right to accept disciples?" Zhang Lie opened his eyes angrily,-for-tat. The white-clothed middle-aged man that night was actually the cave master of the Fire God Gate second only to the door master!

"You also have to be innocent when you accept disciples, right? Your disciple has an unknown origin, who knows if he is a spy of other sects?" Fei Fan Daoren sat up angrily, and his red hair swayed like flames.

"So, Lord Fei Dong suspects that I am colluding with the foreign assignment?" Zhang Lie Daoist also sat up, and a layer of purple flames were clearly burning on the fist in his long sleeves.

"Enough!" said an old man with a white beard sitting in the middle.

"What? Do you still want to do it? Do you take me, the master, seriously?"

Daoist Fei Fan and Daoist Zhang Lie were taken aback, stopped suddenly, and both saluted respectfully to the white-haired old man. This white-haired old man is the current master of the Fire God Gate - Yuyang Zhenren. In order to commemorate the founding patriarch of the Vulcan Gate, the Venerable Master Huoyun, the successive heads of the sect were all named true and did not dare to call themselves the Venerable Master.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is what you said true?" Looking at the attitude of the two, Yuyang Zhenren's anger subsided, but his brows were still furrowed.

"Don't dare to hide it from the master. Zhang Lie said.

Yuyang Zhenren was silent for a moment, and seemed to have some compassion.

"Door master, why don't you perform the soul searching technique on that child, so that you can be foolproof..."Fei Fan Daoren saw it in his eyes, a little anxious, and finally said his inner thoughts. According to legend, the art of soul searching was created by a true ancestor who was proficient in the way of yin and yang more than a thousand years ago. Although the True Heart Ancestor said 'sincerity', he never trusted anyone. Over time, this untrustworthy life tormented him and made him miserable. The population can lie, but the soul will not deceive, so he tried his best to create the technique of 'soul searching', thinking that he would sit back and relax from now on, but in the end, he was still victimized by the resentful disciple, and he did not know whether he lived or died. This soul-searching technique has become the greatest irony of the true old man. However, the essence of human nature is self, and 'not believing' is also determined by the nature of human nature. Because of this, this soul-searching technique has been widely spread, and today, although not everyone who cultivates the Tao can do it, it is no longer a secret art.

However, the soul is the most mysterious existence in the world, how can it be understood by human beings? Even the sincere old man who has cultivated and participated in the creation is only half-aware of the soul. Therefore, this soul searching technique has a lot of flaws, and it will cause uncertain damage to the soul.

"What if after searching the soul, it is found that this child is not a spy?" Yuyang Zhenren looked at Fei Fan Daoren lightly.

"A mortal child, if he finds out that he is not a spy, it is also his great blessing to keep him as a fire-burning boy. There was a hint of disdain in Fei Fandao's tone, or was it a high-minded charity?

"My Fire God Sect claims to be the right way, but what is the right way?!" Yuyang Zhenren's tone was a little stern, and even his eyes were full of sternness.

"Don't take evil as small, don't take good as small and don't do it! This is the right way!" Yuyang Zhenren stood up, and at this moment, it seemed that only his figure and voice were left in the hall.

"Thank you, Bishop. The cave masters stood up one after another.

Glancing at everyone, Yuyang Zhenren nodded slightly and continued.

"However, since the establishment of the Vulcan Gate, the ancestral teachings passed down by the ancestors should not be passed on lightly, so as not to be taken advantage of by evil demons. Regarding this child's background background, Senior Brother Zhang must investigate clearly and register in the Tibetan Pavilion, otherwise he will never be admitted to the sect!"

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