Although the inference that 'floral fragrance' is associated with 'secret flowers' is a bit of a leap of thought.

But considering that the body of the White Mist Divine Son is no longer the body of an ordinary human, the immortal white mist on her body is closely related to the Secret Flower.

It's understandable to think like that.

And there are no counters such as maps now, so it's all wandering around blindly anyway, so it's better to trust the intuition of the White Mist Divine Son.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Shi didn't hesitate, and asked dryly: "What direction is the fragrance of flowers you are talking about?" ”

The White Mist Divine Son stood in place and looked left and right, his little white nose moved, and after a while, he pointed to the road on the left: "It's over there." ”

The road on the left is actually what I just said, the narrow path leading to the stupa -

It is said to be a pagoda, but in fact it is a tower-like pile of stones piled together in a simple way.

It looks like a pagoda, and there are seven layers stacked together, with the meaning of seven layers of floating temple, so it is called a small pagoda.

These layers of stupa stones are hidden in the maple leaf forest, waiting for Xicheng Shi and the White Mist Divine Son to come forward and explore.

"Let's go."

Now that the decision has been made, of course, the Xicheng style will not be stunned.

He was alert to his surroundings as he strode forward.

Of course—and the White Mist Divine Son.

Perhaps because this is a place where monks sit in peace, it seems that even the heavy snow and wind have subsided a little, and there is an indescribable silence in the air.

The silence tended to be dead silence, and it was overwhelming.

For a while, it seemed that only the footsteps of Xicheng Shi and the White Mist Divine Son could be heard in the entire dense forest.

"Are you sure you're going this way?"

Xicheng Shi turned around and asked the White Mist Divine Son.

"Of course I'm sure, Shiki-kun, you have to believe me."

The White Mist Miko looked very confident.

At the end, she didn't forget to add: "I'll tell you, Shi Jun, I've always prided myself on being a dog's nose, how could I not smell such an obvious fragrance of flowers in the air?" ”

Boasting of a dog's nose?

Xicheng gave him a strange look at the White Mist Miko.

Something is wrong with that, right?

Although he knew that the other party wanted to express her sensitive sense of smell, it could be described as 'dog nose'... That's a bit too big, isn't it?

Whether it is a Chinese high school girl or a Japanese high school girl, it is estimated that they will not use this kind of ghost metaphor.

But don't say it, the White Mist Shenzi is really like a canine girlfriend like a husky.

It is normal for huskies to be stupid sometimes, but their appearance is always online.

This is really a good match for the White Mist Divine Son.

Following the instructions of the self-proclaimed 'dog-nosed' White Mist Mizuko, the Nishiro style quickly walked out of the dense forest and onto a mountain dirt path.

On both sides of the wide road, there are still stacks of small pagodas.

As is customary, the Nishijo style carried a flashlight and strafed around for a while.

Under the vertical light, he soon spotted the small stone monument erected next to the road of the stupa.

At the bottom of the stele is muddy green moss, with snow attached to the surface.

"This is..."

Xicheng style half-squatted down, holding a flashlight in one hand to keep it bright, and reaching out with the other hand to caress the snowflakes away.

It is written on the polished stone tablet.

'Foggy Mountain, the White Fog Holy Mountain, because of its proximity to the hidden world, is often disturbed by ominous and strange things, so the temple has a special White Fog Clear Heart Flow. The monks and soldiers in the temple should practice diligently to resist the invasion of the hidden world and protect the secret flower...'

"......" Xicheng style.

Looking at this line of words, Xicheng couldn't help but be silent for a while.

The white mist clears the heart.

Maybe the White Mist Divine Son didn't think anything about it when he looked at it from the side, but judging from the identity of the young man of the Celestial Dynasty in the previous life of the Xicheng style, this name was still a bit lacking.

But he thought about it.

Even now, isn't there any Japanese kendo that is first-class in two days, and the names of Shinto Wunianliu sound like a special kendo school in the middle two?

There are also some ancient Japanese kendo schools, which are obviously vicious and vicious moves such as flirting with yin legs and inserting other people's toes, don't you have a good name?

Thinking about it this way, the name of this white mist clear heart flow is really not too many in Japan.

"But... This stele can be regarded as giving some information. ”

Xicheng looked up.

Protecting the Flower of Secret...

This shows that the path taken by the White Mist Divine Son and himself should not be wrong.

But at the same time, the stele wrote about the white mist and the monks...

Those monks... I don't know how powerful it is compared to ordinary living bones?

Nishijo exhaled and stood up.

Feeling that there was still plenty of dead qi in his body, he said hello to the White Mist Divine Son and walked forward.

Now they had stepped out of the maple forest and onto a one-way winding mountain road.

At the end of this winding mountain road is a small large Buddha hall building.

At this time, the mist of Moribai's dense flower...

It's flowing out of it...

......

"That's the monk specially trained by the White Mist Temple."

Xicheng-style leaned on the low dirt slope, and his eyes did not blink at the figure wandering near the gate of the Buddha hall, letting out a dry and hoarse roar, wearing a tattered gray robe, and swaying.

The number of these monks and soldiers was about ten.

Unlike ordinary creatures, who need to combine the bodies of other animals to survive, these monks wearing monks' robes have shriveled faces at best, and their appearance is basically the same as that of ordinary people.

If it is in a poorly lit place, it is estimated that some people will really think that the other party is just an ordinary monk.

In addition, it seems that due to the proximity to the location of the secret flower, the limbs of these monks do not look stiff at all.

And behaving naturally means that they have the same speed as humans... You might even use that white mist to clear the flow of the heart.

Although it seems that they are not as good as the Ring Breaking Monks, each of them only has the strength of the Six Imperial Spells, but with the physical skills and the number, it may be really difficult to deal with.

"Shi-kun, what should I do next?"

Looking at the dense monks in front of him, the White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but ask.

Intuition told her that these unattractive and stunned-looking monk soldiers were not such good characters.

But... According to Shijun's solution, it is estimated that it is better to rush directly.

She was still thinking about it, and the Xicheng style here had already calmly answered:

"I think it's safer to take a detour."

"Detour?!"

The White Mist Miko turned his head to look at the West Castle Style as if he had seen a ghost.

This is completely inconsistent with the style of Xicheng.

"It's not a matter of fitting my style."

Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Divine Son, and somewhat understood what she was thinking: "But keeping the remains of these monks and soldiers is actually beneficial to the two of us." ”

It's not that he's afraid of these skeletons, it's mainly because there is still Bai Wuren behind him who doesn't know how to follow.

He also has to save some dead air and engage in a grapple with the other party.

Coupled with the remains left at the main entrance, it can also serve as a warning.

If there was a roaring and fighting sound from the main entrance, then the Xicheng style who was looking for the secret flower in this Buddhist hall would also know that it was Bai Wuren coming, and they would also be able to take a strategy in advance and be caught off guard by Bai Wuren.

"But... If we don't get rid of these remains, how are we supposed to enter the monastery? ”

The White Mist Divine Son asked a question.

Oh, yes.

There are cliffs all around, and the main entrance is blocked by the corpses... Could it be that the Xicheng style can still grow a pair of wings and fly in?

"I have a way."

Nishijo-shiki lowered his voice while his fingers were raised, pointing somewhere in the temple.

Well?

The White Mist Miko looked along the direction of the Nishijo-style finger, and then noticed that there was a small Buddhist hall in the cliff part, and there was a beam that protruded slightly beyond the high wall.

If you can find something like a rope, you can climb from that place and turn over to enter the temple without going through the main entrance.

But the height from the cliff...

The white mist miko, who was somewhat afraid of heights, swallowed her saliva, and she only felt that her little heart was aching.

She was really scared.

"Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Divine Son turned to look at the West Castle Style: "I have a clever plan..."

"There shall be no clever schemes."

Xicheng Shi didn't even glance at the White Mist Divine Son, and added without looking back: "Do you want to say that I will go in alone, and you will stay where you are and observe?" ”

"It's really worthy of Shijun, you can know my heart!"

The White Mist Divine Son praised seriously.

But her move only attracted the silent gaze of Xicheng.

Quiet –

The eerie silence lasted for nearly three minutes.

The sweaty White Mist Shenzi who was looked at by Xicheng Style laughed dryly twice, and then when she saw that Xicheng Style still had no change in expression, she lowered her head aggrievedly:

"I see... I'll just go in with you. ”

“......”

Xicheng's gaze retracted, and he turned to the remains of the monks and soldiers hovering on the far right.

Now it's the skeleton that needs to be addressed.

The other party's wandering range is just near the beam.

So it had to be lured out without disturbing the other skeletons.

Thinking of this, Xicheng first closed his hands, and then pulled his palms apart.

The mist of the white coffin condensed into a solid silk thread wrapped around his fingers.

Looking at the silk thread in his hand, Xicheng squinted his eyes, and then raised his wrist dexterously forward.

The silk thread of the mist of the coffin was directly wound around the fir tree on the right under his skillful throwing.

Hook your index finger.

With the trembling of the silk threads, the branches of the trees resounded.

This unnatural noise certainly attracted the living monk who was hovering over the high wall by the beam.

The monk unconsciously opened his mouth in the black hole, and his humanoid body also leaned towards Xicheng in a daze.

At the same time, it also put on a boxing-like stance.

Sure enough, there is still the ability to do somatic arts!

Hiding behind a small dirt slope, Xicheng Shiki's eyes flashed with brilliance when he saw this scene.

It just shook and leaned over... showed a stunned look.

And then—

A palm wrapped in Mori's cold black qi stretched out from the darkness.

The palm of the hand quickly grabbed its neck, and the powerful force pulled it down the dirt slope in an instant.

The palm of his hand cruelly grabbed the throat of the creature who was just about to struggle, and then the black qi and the cold white mist twisted together-

Quack!

With the crisp sound of his neck being twisted, everything returned to calm.

Strangling!

The corpse was thrown to the ground with a heavy blow.

Xicheng clapped his palms.

He used ten points of strength, did not spare a penny, and strangled it in an instant.

"Next..."

Xicheng Shi looked at the few skeletons whose action pattern had not changed at all, and then looked at the White Mist Divine Son behind him.

He didn't talk nonsense, and directly threw the safety rope to her.

"......" White Mist Divine Son.

Looking at this safety rope 'good partner' who accompanied him almost throughout the whole process, the White Mist Divine Son also understood.

She can't get along with a safety rope in her life.

I just hope that when I climb over the cliff wall in the West Side, it won't be so thrilling...

Xicheng style tied the White Mist Divine Son with himself in two or three strokes.

Ignoring the fragmented thoughts in her mouth with fear, Xicheng quietly blended into the fir forest.

The Xicheng style, which was obviously under the pressure of the remains of nine monks and soldiers, seemed to have no psychological burden at all, and walked fast.

This powerful psychological quality made the White Mist Divine Son who was watching from the side couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Shikun seems to be the kind of person who can't do everything except for housework.

Quickly coming to the right, Xicheng stood sideways on the edge of the cliff, and threw out a thin line condensed by the mist of the coffin.

The thin thread soon became wound around the slightly protruding surface of the beam.

Xicheng took two steps back, pulled harder, and was relieved when he found that the beam was strong.

He didn't hesitate to run, and then jumped straight out of the cliff!

Call!!!

The weightlessness and the cold air like a knife made people's cheeks hurt, and the white mist miko bit his lip, not daring to make any sound.

Xicheng's palm shook, and the mist of the coffin condensed the thin line of Senbai and contracted——

It's like a roller coaster ride.

The body first felt the bottom due to weightlessness, and then climbed suddenly!

Xicheng quickly adjusted his landing posture in the air, and the thin lines in his hands pulled out two to balance his body.

Bang Bang –

A faint sound of landing sounded.

Xicheng style stepped on the ground steadily.

Looking at the Buddha Hall surrounded by a strange undead mist, the White Mist Divine Son exhaled heavily-

Finally in!

Before she could officially calm down, the White Mist Divine Son heard a Xicheng-style question:

"How? Can you smell the flowers here? ”

“... Smell it... It's better to say..."

The White Mist Miko furrowed his eyebrows and covered his mouth and nose: "The air here is full of flowers... I'm going to suffocate. ”

This is a very strange floral fragrance, although the Xicheng style can't smell it, but the white mist god can clearly feel it-

The air around was filled with this sweet and spitting aroma.

If the average person... The aroma is likely to make that person addicted to the point of madness.

This is the fragrance of the secret flower...

The White Mist Divine Son raised his head and looked at the few lonely buildings in front of him, and a glimmer of light flashed inexplicably in his eyes.

At the same time, outside the Buddha hall.

Bai Wuren looked at the towering Buddha hall in front of him.

He took a deep breath, his hands and feet trembling with excitement.

Along the way, he consumed a lot of physical strength, killed a lot of resentful spirits and living remains... He even killed a monk who broke the vows... barely climbed here from the bottom of the valley.

This journey can be said to be full of suffering.

It took so much effort just to take this step in front of you...

"Miko..."

Bai Wuren narrowed his eyes and muttered the name excitedly.