Soul Yan looked around, there was no trace of dust in the house, and the windows were bright and clean, but it looked like someone had been cleaning, but at this time I didn't see the people who lived there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky is still snowing, a rooster crows from time to time in the garden, three or two black ducks fall on the lone pine outside the small courtyard, and the snow color of the barren mountains and fields.

The soul word seems to have come early, and the master Liu Zhongyun has not yet arrived, so he has to live in this desolate courtyard for the time being.

The lonely shadow is clear, the surroundings are quite quiet, and no one disturbs them, and such a place is also a good place to meditate.

The futon on the ground looked a little weird, Soul Yan did not sit cross-legged on the futon, the huge bed was also empty, Soul Yan sat in circles, his five fingers pointed to the sky, his eyes slowly sank, and he soon entered the state.

In the night, all the sounds are silent, the snowflakes are flying, the soul is still meditating, the body is covered with a layer of misty yellow light, the stars behind him are dotted, the stars are shining, giving birth to a vision of a cosmic star map.

"Suddenly"

A gust of night wind hung outside, and wisps of cold air penetrated into the house through the cracks in the house, and Soul Yan couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Bell, bell, bell"

In the night, there were bursts of sounds that seemed to be made by wooden fish, accompanied by the sound of some weeds crumbling.

Originally, this voice did not alarm the soul words, but who knew that the voice was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were becoming clearer and clearer.

"Buzz"

The ancient remnant bell rang loudly in the night without seeing the five fingers, like the sound of Zen outside the sky.

The soul words in meditation suddenly opened their eyes, and the endless bells seemed to have a unique charm, ancient vicissitudes, attracting soul words.

Soul Yan seemed to be immersed in it as if he heard the sound of the Great Dao.

The bell is constantly ringing, and the soul words can be heard by God, and they are not swayed by the outside world.

"The sword has been amazed for 90,000 years, and it has followed the nine skies; The sea of blood and bones are piled up like a mountain, and it will be difficult to build roads in the end......"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang out in the room, and the soul whisper's eyes were as calm as water regained their brightness, and there was a moment of brilliance in their eyes.

Outside the house, the sky was full of snowflakes, and it was pitch black in all directions, and the inside of the house was bright in an instant, and after a moment, he couldn't see his five fingers, and it was pitch black.

But it was this moment of light that made the soul Yan's hairs stand up, and he was terrified, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his eyes shrank tightly, as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

Just now, the light flashed, illuminating the entire house, and in just an instant, a person appeared on the originally empty futon, and that person appeared out of thin air, unaware, unaware, and uneven aware of the divine consciousness of the soul.

The voice before seemed to come from the mouth that appeared out of thin air, and Soul Yan was shocked in his heart.

The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers, and the scene just now made Soul Yan feel cold from the bottom of his heart, and a chill was rising from his back.

A divine consciousness floated out from the sea of soul words and consciousness, and everywhere the divine consciousness saw, a skinny figure dressed in a Taoist robe, like an old monk sitting still, sitting motionless, beating the wooden fish in front of him, and a simple floating dust was placed in his arms.

It seems that the Taoist priest knocked on the wooden fish, saying that it was the head of the head, the clothes, the floating dust were incompatible, this person was a little nondescript, he seemed to be the same as the word "Zen", he couldn't distinguish where he belonged, and he didn't know whether it was the Buddha or the Tao.

The Soul Word Divine Sense was released, and he looked carefully, and in an instant, he had a creepy feeling that the person had moved.

As if seeing a ghost, Soul Yan's body suddenly turned over and retreated behind him, but there was no way to retreat, only a wall behind him.

"The three thousand avenues are all vain, and the avenues are different and return to the clouds; Thousands of flashy beings are suffering, transcending the mortal body and entering reincarnation......"

The man groaned in a low voice, his eyes deep, and he looked at a blank wall as if he were looking at a picture scroll.

"Hell" Soul Yan was jealous in his heart, and when he encountered such a strange picture in the middle of the night, he didn't know what kind of existence the other party was, and everyone would be half dead.

The little soul lin seemed to be quite jealous of that person, and quietly curled up in the corner of the wall, with two ghostly lights in his eyes.

"Seniors"

For such an unknown existence, Soul Yan shouted fearfully, but there was no response.

"This ......"

When the Soul Word Divine Sense enveloped the room again, the figure disappeared, and the room was empty, with only a futon on the ground.

Soul Yan's scalp was a little numb, and his divine sense basically enveloped the entire room, but he still didn't know where the figure had gone, as if it had evaporated in the air.

The night is still dark, as dark as ink, it is difficult to see the five fingers when you stretch out your hand, the sky is full of snow outside the house, and occasionally there are bursts of mighty bells, and the aftermath is endless, and it is silent.

I thought it was an illusion, but the deep voice still lingered in my mind, making Soul Yan feel doubly real.

The Divine Sense passed through the room, and no anomalies were found outside the house, and the Soul Word lit the bronze oil lamp on the case, and the light illuminated the entire room.

Soul Yan walked to the futon step by step, let go of his divine sense, and carefully looked at the futon and the blank wall, which was empty and nothing special.

Outside the house, the snowflakes fluttered like catkins, and the soul gently pushed open the door, everything outside was the same, everything was silent, the night was quiet, the ancient clock made a leisurely sound, and from time to time there were a few crows.

The broken ancient bell hung not far away, and Soul Yan stepped on the weeds and walked to the remnant of the bell, striking lightly on the quaint surface of the bell.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The loud chimes ringing in my ears, except that it is different from the sound of the self-sengling.

"Click"

The gate of the small courtyard was pushed open, and the soul moved out of the courtyard gate, the ancient pine, only a few branches and leaves, sparse, still standing on the edge of the cliff, three or two old crows standing on the branches.

Soul Yan stood on the edge of the cliff, letting the night snow and cold wind blow on his clothes, his eyes closed, immersed, and his surroundings were silent and silent.

In the dark, an elusive avenue aura permeated the soul words, which was full of unspeakable avenue charm, and in the ancient Xiaoyu, there seemed to be an invisible avenue imprint, looming, and you could only feel its existence, but you couldn't capture the slightest.

Soul Yan stood on the cliff for a long time, and made many attempts, but could not reach it further, so he had to give up.

I have to say that there is an indescribable Taoist rhyme here, a pure land that returns to simplicity and nature, which is very suitable for cultivation.

If such a place spreads, it will be occupied by the great religious forces, and even compete for it, but it is a pity that this remote wilderness shows human traces, and it will eventually be clean.

I don't know what the existence is, it can appear here silently, and the means must be irreversible, if such a person wants to make a move on himself, he must have already done it.

Since he has no malicious intentions, Soul Yan also wants to find out what is going on, he only hopes that Liu Zhongyun can come as soon as possible, staying alone in such a place, even if he is bold, he is also a little panicked.

Soul Yan returned to the room, calmed his restless mood, and continued to meditate.

Soul Yan sat motionless, but the words of the withered figure sounded in his mind.

"The sword has been amazed for 90,000 years, and it has been like a shadow to explore the nine skies; The sea of blood and bones accumulate into the mountain, and it will be difficult to build the road in the end......"

The words are full of pride, but there is endless melancholy, 90,000 years of sword fighting in his life, I don't know how many people have been slaughtered? After a lifetime of hard pursuit, he failed to do what he wanted.

"The three thousand avenues are all vain, and the avenues are different and return to the clouds; Thousands of flashy beings are suffering, transcending the mortal body and entering reincarnation......"

This sentence kept echoing in Soul Yan's mind, and he suddenly saw Soul Yan's body move.

"Could it be that someone has deliberately left the invisible mark of the Great Avenue here?"

Soul Yan was shocked in his heart, if this was the case, he could peep into the change of the Great Dao, and the withered figure must be the strong man of the Qiankun Emperor Seal, if not, then at least he was also a master of the world.

In addition to Liu Zhongyun, the withered person is the second, a person 80,000 years ago or even more ago, is he a human, a ghost, or a wisp of long-lasting obsession?

Whatever it was, there were traces of what he had left here, and they were only marks that the man had left after living here for a long time, or that the man could have left them.

Thinking about this, Soul Yan felt a lot of waves in his heart, and he came here today, he didn't expect that there would be such a situation, and he didn't expect that an ancient universe on a cliff would hide an amazing secret.

Could this be the reason why Master Liu Zhongyun let himself and him want to meet here?

This night, Soul Yan remained awake until dawn, but unfortunately the withered figure never appeared.