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Before dawn, Nightshade came knocking at the door. When she saw him, she had the same smile on her face as ever. After that they went all the way up the mountain. Although it is called Tianshan, it is just an ordinary mountain, and there are no monks along the way. When I finally reached the top of the mountain, I saw a ruined temple, which was not as mysterious as the legend said. Although they were curious, it was inconvenient for them to break in rashly, so they had to patiently knock on the wooden door of the temple continuously. After a long time, a small monk was found, with an ordinary appearance and no more than fifteen years old.

After asking them about the purpose of their visit, he carefully removed the wooden door and made a "squeak" sound, as if complaining about the years of disrepair. Falling Smoke and Nightshade glanced at each other, even though they couldn't believe that this was the origin of the Divine Flower Seed? Thinking about it, even the Protoss has almost been wiped out in a thousand years, let alone this mortal temple. Prosperity and decay have alternated with each other, and it is not surprising that this is no surprise now. With the little monks, they entered the main hall, and entered the Buddha statue and a few incense sticks, and the cushions under their feet were already worn out and dusty.

"Master! There are two donors who want to give ...... Give ......" The little monk suddenly shouted into the empty hall, and then didn't know how to say it.

"We just want to find a requiem for this red fox." Nightshade picked up.

"The two donors are profound, why do you need this mortal transcendent technique?" An old man's voice came from the empty inner hall, calm and strong. They clearly gathered their breath, but they gave him a word, and they looked at each other again, I don't know the depth of the Tao in this broken temple?

"We're not exceeding, we just want her to be buried in peace." Luo Yan thought to himself, this old man was afraid that it was a misunderstanding.

"Qing'er, take it to the back mountain, fulfill their wishes."

"Two donors, please come with me." The little monk who was called Qing'er made a gesture of invitation.

They didn't want to ask too much and stay, so they only followed Qing'er to the back mountain. Looking at the past, there are wooden stakes erected horizontally all over the mountains, no less than tens of thousands. Folk custom, each stake represents a necromancy. At this time, they both turned pale with fright. Who would have thought that behind this small temple, there would be so many resting -

"The donor is in the right place. Most of the people who rest here are foxes. Qing'er said leisurely, with a little pride.

Why did so many foxes die here? It stands to reason that the gathering place of demons is to the south, and it is indeed incredible that there are so many fox soul graves at the feet of the Son of Heaven in the north. Luo Yan was full of questions, but he couldn't ask. The little monk in front of him was no more than fifteen years old, and he didn't know the cause and effect. And Nightshade's doubts are not inferior to her.

At present, we can only settle the red grass first. She secretly activated the aura sense, although there were many fox corpses, they were also stable, and most of them had already been reincarnated. It's not the best place, but it's pure. Nightfall was fast, and in the blink of an eye and a wave of his hand, a big hole had been made in the ground. They buried the red scumbags according to the customs, and before leaving, they also gave the light of rest on the grave, which was also a gift.

When I returned to the temple hall, I saw an old monk sitting at a wooden table, his face wrinkled and bottomless, his expression was extremely leisurely, and he was wearing a shabby abbot's coat. At this moment, he was concentrating on the clear fire on the table, and the teapot on the fire was "poofing" and steaming.

"The two gods are here, and the small temple only treats each other with tea." The old monk glanced up at them, his mouth full of kind words, but he did not move down to greet them. Luo Yan estimated that his posture seemed to have something to say, so he didn't prevaricate, and sat down to drink tea generously. Naturally, Nightshade is not polite.

"Tianshan Temple has flourished for thousands of years, but because the previous generations of abbots misunderstood the divine will, the small temple fell to this point." The old monk took a sip of tea and said slowly, "All things are mutually reinforcing." God rules the world, but it also leaves room for demons to live. Since the founding master of this temple, the ancestor of the master sought the seed of the god flower, the incense has increased greatly, and it has continued for thousands of years. Until the 356th generation head of the temple, he went astray and firmly believed in one thought: all demons, whether good or evil, will be killed and then quickly! This killing demons has become the head of Tianshan Temple, and those who kill many demons can succeed to the head of the house, and it will be passed down from generation to generation. ”

"Could it be that those in the back mountains are all expensive, killed by your temple?" The smoke was surprised.

The old monk shook his head helplessly, and took the tea to the mouth, but his hands kept shaking. Luoyan suddenly understood that those who kill more demons can succeed to the throne. After all, they are descendants of mortals, and they are afraid that they can only kill some little fox demons to show their authority, and in the end, they will evolve into seizing the throne more than maintaining the way of the world.

"From prosperity to recession is also the principle of the evolution of all things, and now the master has a deep understanding, and then a gradual recovery from recession is just around the corner." Nightshade comforted.

"If the two gods don't dislike it, they can stay in the small temple." The old monk warmly invited.

Luo Yan thought to himself: The corpse of the red fox has just been put into the ground, and if the soul fails to return to its place, I am afraid that it will return to the corpse to make trouble. If the fox soul turns into a powerful ghost, the Protoss should have many fierce enemies. It is better to stay for a few days and see the situation before making a decision. Thinking of this, she peeked at Nightfall, and he was planning to do so. So, they nodded at the same time.

The old monk immediately sent the little monk Qing'er to clean up the guest house.

"Although Tianshan Temple is not as magnificent as other big temples, there are many places worth seeing." The old monk shuddered and stepped out of his seat, as if he was going to show them around.

Nightshade hurriedly said politely: "Don't bother the master, let's just walk around by ourselves." ”

"Yes. But the two of them were going to be back before dark. As he spoke, he sat back in his place.

After nodding his head, he pulled up the cigarette and walked out, for fear that the old monk would change his mind and go with him, and he didn't know how long it would take to move out of the door.

In addition to the main temple, Tianshan Temple also has two branches on the left and right. There is a willow in the left courtyard, and a dry well under the willow tree; The right courtyard was empty, and even weeds did not want to grow here. Both courtyards are connected to several wings, and the doors and windows are locked. Legend has it that Tianshan Temple asked for the god flower seed, but I really don't know how to ask for it?

"This Fan Master is really unusual." Falling smoke touched the dusty window lattice, and sighed. It is common for prestigious monasteries to be popular, but it is not easy for this small place to become famous.

"Don't say it, I really haven't heard of Master Yifan!" Nightshade shook his head, puzzled.

"In fact, it's just that it's hard to find in the mortal world, and the Divine Monarch Hall is everywhere. Maybe 10,000 years ago, the Divine Monarch traveled here, and the soles of his feet were accidentally brought over by the clay seeds. She joked to herself, thinking of Shenjun, her heart was secretly sad.

Nightshade hurriedly said, "Why don't we go back and ask the old monk?" ”

Seeing them turn around so quickly, the old monk was not surprised, and poured hot tea for them.

"I wonder if the master can tell us the legendary story of the ancestor of your temple?" Nightshade asked anxiously.

"The surname is Fan, how did I know about other 10,000-year-old things?" The old monk glanced at him.

"There aren't any fragments?" Nightshade knew that it was boring to talk about himself, but he continued to insist.

Luoyan kicked him secretly, hurriedly changed the topic, and said, "Does the master know the royal princess Cheshire?" I thought to myself, it's hard to tell if it's far away, but it's always something that you have heard about it.

The old monk drank the tea unhurriedly before he said slowly: "This royal princess suffered from a cold when she was ten years old. It is said that there is still a remnant of the gas left when he was abandoned in a mass grave. Fortunately, the prince at that time coerced his mother, Queen Jiang, and the princess was able to return to the palace and give the world's famous doctors to save her. ”

Sure enough, the prince and this princess are deeply in love. Thinking of this, she wanted to meet the head of the royal family on behalf of the Protoss, and to learn more about the royal anecdotes, and was afraid that it would be easier to communicate, thinking of this, she then asked: "This Cheshire princess-"

"Master! They're coming! Here it comes! The little monk Qing'er suddenly rushed into the lobby and couldn't wait to close the door and window.

The old monk pretended to be calm and said: "Qing'er, there are gods here tonight, they can't help us, hurry up and take the opportunity to relax." ”

Then the strong wind outside the temple surrounded, and the doors and windows were hit. "Straight sound, it turned out to be a few stubborn spirits. They don't dare or say that their attack ability is weak, and they can't make trouble, so they can only cry wolves outside the door. Nightshade chuckled twice, jumped out of the window and yelled a few times, and the entire temple suddenly fell silent. The old and young monks immediately spread out their mats and clothes and slept in their clothes, and they did not want to let go of this rare silence for a moment.

Luo Yan couldn't help but smile and shake his head, extinguished the lights for them, and quietly walked out of the temple. Before she knew it, another day had passed, and she secretly counted the days.

"Thank you, General Night, for finally catching these stubborn spirits!"

Suddenly, a slight male voice sounded, which sounded a little strange. She looked at it, and in the hazy moonlight, a man in black was politely thanking the night mourners.

"Soul Envoy, you're polite." Nightshade patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"It's a pity that the fox soul is stubborn, and this time she escaped again." As he spoke, the Imperial Soul Envoy glanced at Luoyan, her appearance had been expected by them.

Nightshade looked back at her and introduced, "This is the Falling Smoke Divine Venerable." ”

She smiled and slowly walked up to them and asked, "Is the Soul Envoy referring to that little fox demon in Hongyu?" ”

"Exactly! Without disturbing the two gods, I have to get back to work. As he spoke, he took out a bull's head mask from his bosom and was about to put it on.

"What is the Imperial Soul Envoy?" The night was puzzled, and the smoke looked at him in confusion. Anyway, this Imperial Soul Envoy looks good, so he doesn't have to wear a mask to go out?

"Can this soul-calling thing in the middle of the night be pleasing to people?" He shook his head and said to himself, "I can't wear a cow's head mask every night, and I'll have to change to a horse mask after a while." If you don't recognize it, you'll be confused in the future! ”

Thinking of the murderous appearance of the innkeeper last night, Luo Yan couldn't help laughing.

"There will be a date later!" The grunt of the Soul Envoy came from under the bull's mask, and then disappeared into the night.

The next day, after saying goodbye to the old and young monks, Smoke and Night Death hurried back to the imperial city. First, they have to complete the Master's task; Second, she herself really wanted to know where the young princess was now? For some reason, she always has the shadow of a young princess in her heart, especially those eyes, which are obviously childish but full of resentment.

They rushed back to the imperial city, but they jumped over the wall and sneaked into the emperor's bedroom. Luxury can not be said much, carved dragons and phoenixes are full of gold and silver. At this time, the emperor was lying on the dragon bed, hanging with a golden hook on the golden heavy curtain of the tent, leaving only a curtain of tulle to cover it. The night died a secret sleepy technique, and the palace maids and eunuchs who stayed around fell to the ground and fell asleep.

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