Wutong Mountain, a small courtyard.

Jiang Xiaobai came back after a few days.

Under the west cliff, there is still the sound of falling water turbulent with the wind.

The courtyard door opened, and the fragrance filled the nose.

In the middle of the yard, the old peach has not bloomed for a few days.

In the night, it is fragrant with pink.

Jiang Xiaobai smelled the familiar smell of this courtyard, and his heart was light.

However, when his gaze moved to the east wing, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something.

When I come back this time, I still have something to deal with.

This matter is naturally the business of the woman in white.

The woman in white and the princess of the ancient kingdom, Li Shuiyue, had a corpse and a soul, and when they fused, they underwent a mutation, and they were lifeless and had corpse spots. Jiang Xiaobai listened to Master Kongming's suggestion, went to Longhu Mountain to seek Taoism, and sought the Taiyin refining method, so that he had Longhu Mountain and his party.

Now, he has gained something in this line, but he has obtained the fragment of the Taiyin refining form, for this kind of Taoist supreme magic method, Longhu Mountain has also broken the complete inheritance, and only the fragment survives.

It's better than nothing, Jiang Xiaobai doesn't have any unnecessary regrets, just like he said to Xie Laodao that day, if you can get it or not, it's all a burden and karma.

Jiang Xiaobai came to the front of the hall, took out the key from a hidden place by the window, opened the ancient copper lock, and pushed the door into the house.

The little girl came home after a few days, smiling happily, the grievances just now were gone, and she was thinking about asking for a gift.

Jiang Xiaobai brought her snacks and villain paintings, and the girl couldn't close her mouth, and printed a few mouth marks on her brother's face.

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The night was deep, there were shallow clouds in the night sky outside the house, there was no moon hanging in the sky, there were no stars, and it was pitch black with ink.

The courtyard of Wutong Mountain was shrouded in this night, deep and quiet.

In the west wing, on the bed, the little girl put a little hand on her brother Jiang Xiaobai's neck, lying on her side in the crook of his arm, sleeping sweetly.

And Jiang Xiaobai closed his eyes, motionless, and seemed to be sleeping.

It's just that at this time, his yang god has been out of his body, not in the flesh, and out of Wutong Mountain.

In the ink sky under the night, Jiang Xiaobaiyang rode the breeze, traveled in the mountains and rivers, and flew in a certain direction.

Leaves a faint golden shadow in the ink-stained night.

Wumu Mountain, which is forty or fifty miles away from Wutong Mountain, is located in the main stream of the Emerald River, but the vegetation is lush and there is no human habit.

And where did the name of this mountain, which is no more than three or four hundred meters high, come from, it is rumored that it is because there are five kinds of trees that grow on this mountain all year round, so the name comes from it.

I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, the nearby mountain people call it that.

And Wumu Mountain is the place where the old monks of Kongming live in seclusion and cultivate.

Jiang Xiao Baiyang's god controlled the wind and flew away for tea time, so he arrived at Wumu Mountain.

He was here last time, and this time he was much more familiar with the road.

In a mountainside place, he found the seclusion of the old monk Kongming.

Three long unpeeled thick woods, erected into a conical triangle, intersecting at the top to form a place, covered with some thatch and pampas leaves, how simple and how simple.

It is estimated that even rain protection is a problem.

Jiang Xiaobai saw the old monk Kongming, the other party was sitting under the simple three-legged wood, sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, and there were wet stains all around, but the other party ignored it.

The wine and meat monks in the temple, the ascetic Buddha in the mountains, this tripod really can't prevent the rain, maybe it should be said that the old monk doesn't care.

Jiang Xiao Baiyang God appeared in front of the three-legged wood, and at the same time, the old monk of Kongming also opened his eyes in the vast darkness.

"It seems that Xiaoyou has gained a lot from going to Longhu Mountain. ”

After the old monk Kong Ming opened his eyes, he looked at Jiang Xiaobai's yang god fixedly, and his voice was like a bell in his ears.

"How does the master know that I have gained a lot?"

Jiang Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"Amitabha, the old monk Guan Xiaoyou Yang God golden light is much thicker than last time, it's only been a few days, I think about it, Xiaoyou is blessed. ”

The old monk Kongming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled the Buddha's name, and said leisurely, with a kind smile on his face.

"The master is discerning. ”

Jiang Xiaobai smiled suddenly.

Since he woke up, the mud pill space has expanded, and the divine thoughts have skyrocketed, and the body of this yang god has naturally grown.

He still had a lot of doubts about this change, and he didn't know if it was brought about by what the Sun God had seen and heard in the fantasy space, or if it was brought by the golden lotus planted in the mud pill.

Both belong to the unknown level, which makes him scratch his head, unable to find ideas, and has not had time to stop and study well.

He wanted to wait until he cleaned up the affairs of the woman in white, and then came back to study it carefully.

The golden lotus in the mud pill, if you don't understand one or two, it's really embarrassing.

"Xiaoyou can find the Taiyin Refining Form Method in Longhu Mountain?"

The old monk of Kongming naturally did not ask Jiang Xiaobai what blessings he had in Longhu Mountain, but asked about Taiyin refining form.

"The Heavenly Master Dao of Dragon and Tiger Mountain has lost the complete inheritance of this method, and I just asked for the fragment, which can be regarded as gain. ”

"It's normal, it's been a long time, thousands of years ago, many prosperous and prosperous Taoist systems were broken, extinguished, and it was a blessing to be able to ask for fragments. ”

The old monk nodded and sighed a little.

"The master is right, and besides, I am not an insatiable person. ”

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned for a while.

"The old monk view of the little friend this conversation temperament is different from the past, you have lived in the mountains for a long time, this trip out to think about what you have seen, you might as well say and the old monk to listen, although the old monk in this mountain to cultivate, but also want to hear what changes have changed outside. ”

The old monk of Kongming suddenly smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were peaceful, like a Maitreya, except for his withered body.

Seeing the nature with a clear eye, he could see that Jiang Xiaobai, who came back this time, had changed his temperament, so he said so.

"That's true. ”

Jiang Xiaobai has lived in the mountains for a long time, and when he went out this time, he was most touched by what he saw and heard in Longhu Mountain.

Longhu Mountain summons the descendants of the Heavenly Master to enter the mountain gate, enter the mountain ceremony, open the altar and confer seals, etc., like a group of revival.

The aura has been revived for almost half a year, and the Heavenly Master Dao of Longhu Mountain is a microcosm of the revival of the hundred schools of thought and the great avenues.

Jiang Xiaobai told the old monk Kongming what he saw and understood, and he was quite interested.

When the old monk heard this, he didn't seem surprised between his eyebrows.

"The aura is revived, the bridge between heaven and earth is connected, you and I are both congenital, and it is not strange that the revival of the various avenues is revived, but the old monk can see that I am afraid that it will be chaotic in the future. ”

The old monk Kongming still looked kind and said.

"What does the master want to do?"

Jiang Xiaobai fixed his eyes on him.

"There is nothing to do, where to stir up dust, the old monk only seeks the avenue for the rest of his life. But Xiaoyou asked me like this, what are your plans for this world?"

The old monk of Kongming asked him in a blink of an eye, there is a Zen machine.

"This world is going to be chaotic, the master doesn't stir up dust, I just want to be at ease, it's as simple as that. ”

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, with a hint of wanton in his conversation, not as in the past, when talking about Taoism and Zen with others, he was serious and clear.

In every word, there is more of a sense of freedom and less old-fashioned and strict.

This trip to Longhu Mountain has increased a lot of experience and vision, and at the same time, there have also been some changes in mind.

"Haha, good!"

There was a hearty laugh, and the thatch on the three-legged wooden canopy fell sharply.

(Today's second update is sent.,Continuous.。。。。 ）