Cultivators from all walks of life have complicated thoughts, and there is an inexplicable depression.

It may be as surprised as others are at this kind of shocking thing, but on the contrary, the changes in things are becoming more and more difficult to control, whether it is the great change in the world before, or the recent ghost chaos, and now there is a powerful evil thing.

Even the innate supernatural beings of the current world began to fall.

This increasingly complex situation, as well as the pattern, is quite a kind of development of boiling frogs in warm water.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic, and they are slowly sinking into a kind of dire misery.

There is a worry that if the world develops backward, will they, the pioneers of the world, also be left far behind and become victims of chaos.

Sudden anxiety, because accidents are always so sudden, in this era of great rapids.

And at the same time that this news spread in the cultivation world, various small circles had already taken action.

Most of these people are related to Jiang Xiaobai.

Because it is already known from some channels that Jiang Xiaobai, who lives deep in the 100,000 mountains, has lost contact.

The father and son of the Wang family, the Shushan Sword Sect, and the Emei monks and nuns, these small circles that had a friendship with Jiang Xiaobai, all rushed from all directions after hearing the news.

Some people set out from the nunnery in the deep mountains where the bells are ringing and the courtyard is full of yellow cedars, stepping on the mossy mountain road, and disappearing into the rain.

Someone was in the northwest desert, driving camels and getting on a plane flying south.

Some people step on green mountains and cross streams from the mountains, step out of the mountains step by step.......

Anyway, these people didn't hesitate for a moment and hit the road one after another.

And on this day, Hatsune, who was in class at the university in the morning, suddenly vibrated on his mobile phone.

The cultivation circle she had initially established through that ghost incident a few days ago had someone call her.

Because it was class, she hesitated for a moment and hung up.

The moment I hung up the phone, a second person called.

Hang, the third person.

.......

Until someone messaged her.

"Your master is in trouble, go and check it out. ”

Her lips trembled as the black words jumped into her eyes.

Shocked.

She no longer cared about whether she could go to class or not, so she got up from her seat in a panic and ran out of the classroom in a hurry under the surprised eyes of her classmates and teachers.

There was also a phone call, it was the thirty-year-old bald monk I met a few days ago.

Hatsune answered the phone in a hurry.

Slowly, her aura-filled eyes lost focus, and her phone slammed to the ground.

Then, she squatted down as if she had woken up from a dream, picked up her mobile phone, and hurriedly found her master's number Jiang Xiaobai.

With a slight trembling finger, he dialed it over.

After a few busy tones, the phone was connected.

The moment the phone was connected, Hatsune felt like her heart had stopped.

"Hey. ”

But it was an old voice.

.................

"Grandpa Monk, is my brother really cultivating?"

Wutong Mountain, outside the courtyard.

The little girl Jiang Xiaolu stood outside the courtyard gate, looking at the back of the cross-legged sitting on the side of the west cliff from a distance, straight like a strong ancient pine tree, and raised her head and asked in a childish voice.

Those big eyes were full of innocence and doubt.

Standing next to her was a green coat, a withered, somewhat tired old monk.

His withered hands like tree bark rubbed the waist-high little girl's head, and said softly and kindly: "Little donor, your brother's cultivation has reached an important juncture, we can't disturb him." ”

The old monk of Kongming looked at Jiang Xiaobai's body, and a bit of complexity and turbidity flashed in his wise eyes.

"Grandpa monk, do you tie my hair? Every morning when I get up, my brother helps me tie my braids. ”

The little girl didn't notice anything, because she was also cultivating now, and her brother Jiang Xiaobai had instilled a lot in her, so she didn't make trouble like a child, but her big eyes were full of innocence, and she looked at the old monk with her little head up, and muttered with a bulging mouth.

The old monk tied the little benefactor's hair. ”

The old monk of Kongming retracted the complicated look in his eyes, lowered his head and smiled kindly, and then took the little girl's little meat hand back to the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, the morning dew is dotted, the green hills are hazy, and the fallen leaves are yellow.

In the courtyard, an old monk with a compassionate face carried a basin of water and placed it on the stone barrier next to the hall gate to wash the girl.

The withered hands were a little stretched in the girl's short hair, and in the girl's crisp laughter, a simple ponytail was tied.

................

In this courtyard of Wutong Mountain, the first people to come were the people from above, the people from the Special Affairs Bureau.

The Special Agents Bureau has come this time to investigate the course and outcome of the incident, as well as the authenticity.

Is the rumored powerful and unknown evil creature of Woodcutter Mountain true as it says, or is it how?

If it is, then there is a big hidden danger in it.

In order to verify, the head of the bureau was the director, and several cultivators who had been recruited rushed over through special transportation channels.

When they arrived, they had not yet entered the courtyard when they were stopped by an old monk.

"May I ask who your Excellency is?"

"The old monk is empty. ”

"Could it be that you are the same Buddhist senior who walked with Senior Jiang last night?"

Someone looked startled.

The old monk Kongming once appeared in the change of the White Dragon Snow Mountain a few months ago, but there was no specific portrait outflow, but the description of the physical appearance was circulated, and at this moment, it is not difficult to guess.

The old monk nodded.

"What about Jiang senior?"

According to the source, only one person escaped from last night's incident, and the other suspected that something had happened.

This Buddhist predecessor is here, what about Jiang Xiaobai who walks with him?

Several people looked at the Buddhist supernatural in front of them, wanting to know the answer to the matter.

The old monk's eyebrows were lowered.

A few minutes later, the group of people from the Secret Service Bureau left with a distraught face.

.............。。。。。。。

The second person who came to the courtyard of Wutong Mountain was Hatsune, and when he came, his eyes were already red and swollen, his face was calm, but his eyes were full of panic.

The third group came from the father and son families of the Confucian royal family.

The fourth group came with two masters and apprentices from Emei.

The fifth batch of people came from the Shushan Sword Sect, the tea sellers and grandsons, and the sword maniac, it seems that he was entangled with the "tea seller" and also joined the Shushan Sword Sect.

These people who came, except for Hatsune, the rest of the people were stopped by the old monk and were not allowed to enter the courtyard.

The atmosphere was quiet and heavy.

These people who came chose to stay temporarily in the peach blossoms at the bottom of the mountain.

Gradually, night fell, and the little girl finally fell asleep under the coaxing of Hatsune.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

The old monk Kongming sat under the old peach in the courtyard, turning the Buddha beads in his hand, and his eyes were open, shining in the dark night.

"The little donor is sleeping?"

"Slept. ”

Hatsune stood by the door of the hall, looking distracted.

(Kavinka's flying, sorry, it's a lot late, and I'll inform you that I'll try to update it as early as possible in the future, good night everyone.) ）