In the 121st year of the Great Wilderness, the Middle Earth Continent, the Bishan Mountains.

Originating from the East China Sea of the Middle Earth Continent, the mountain stretches westward for tens of thousands of miles until Qinzhou. It is bordered by the desert ice field in the north, blocking the fierce barbarians outside the pass, the rich and prosperous land of the Central Plains in the south, and the largest city in the Central Plains "Yizhou". On the mountain is located a thousand-year-old treasure temple "Qinglong Temple", located in the throat of the world, since ancient times, it is a place where soldiers must fight!

Since the last war between the righteous and the demons, the world has been peaceful for nearly a hundred years, such as today, the wind of the righteous path is flourishing, the incense is flourishing, and the demon race seems to have evaporated from the world, disappearing without a trace. Looking at the general trend of the world, it is really like the tranquility before the storm!

On this day, the sky was overcast, and in the evening, it began to rain. The dark clouds are low, but the rain is not heavy, and the stuffy weather makes people feel like they can't breathe.

The night was deep, but the rain was getting more and more rapid, and out of nowhere, a gust of wind suddenly blew. Except for the little monks on the mountain, the rest of the people have already fallen asleep. There was silence all around, except for the rumbling thunder.

On the edge of the cliff in the back mountain, there is a figure standing lonely at the highest point of the mountain, facing the cliff. The four fields were as black as ink, and a lightning bolt swept diagonally, followed by a thunderous explosion, illuminating the black shadow, and it was actually an old monk with a dignified face. I saw that his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were shining, and he frowned, staring straight beyond the cliff. The monk's robe on his body puffed up with the wind, as if it was about to blow him away, but he waved like a nail, staring straight into the depths of the sea of clouds, as if waiting for something. With the faint light reflected by the clouds, a black dot slowly appeared above the sea of clouds, the black dot became bigger and bigger, closer and closer, a soft whistle, a hover, landed on the shoulder of the old monk, it turned out to be a tongue-learning bird. When he saw the black dot return safely, the old monk's face softened.

I only heard the old monk smile, stretched out his hand and touched his shoulder, as if to speak to it, and said in Middle-earth, "How is it?

The tongue-learning bird said in a human voice: "Found it, found it"

The old monk nodded, groaned, and said, "He, what is he doing?"

Learn to talk about the bird: "Kanyu, Kanyu"

The old monk raised his eyebrows, his face became solemn again, and he hurriedly said, "What did he calculate again?"

The tongue-learning bird seemed to be choked, as if it couldn't speak, it quacked twice, and flew up in the sky, flying back and forth.

The old monk patted his head, and then remembered that it was just a fledgling, and it could only express itself in a simple way, and it was still too difficult for it to answer questions and answers like just now.

The old monk stretched out his hand and flicked it back, and there was an extra pill in his hand, which was fragrant and refreshing. The tongue-learning bird swooped, took the pill in its mouth and swallowed it, and flew straight into the sky.

The old monk watched the bird leave, his face was still ugly, and he looked at the sea of clouds again.

At this time, on the coast of the East China Sea hundreds of miles away through the clouds, there is a grass temple, standing lonely in the wind and rain, crumbling. A flash of lightning flashed, and the sky lit up, and even this grass temple was as bright as day for a moment. I saw a figure, squatting in the corner, his body shaking slightly, and there was a collision sound of "dangchang, dangchang" in front of him, as if he was shaking the dice.

It was another flash of lightning, and I saw the black shadow clearly, and it was another old monk with a wrinkled face, but he was a little older than the one on the top of the mountain. By the light of lightning, I could vaguely see that his clothes were ragged, his monk's robe was broken, and the exposed skin seemed to be scarred. Suddenly, he threw the object in his hand to the ground before pulling out a tongue of fire and lighting the oil lamp beside him. The faint light swayed in the air, and the things in front of him were reflected, and the lines were staggered, and it was a simple turtle shell. Next to the shell of the turtle are three or two coins scattered on the outside and on the inside. The old monk stretched out his right hand, flicked his index finger, pinched his finger and counted for a while, and then raised his head for a while, frowning, wrinkles deep, almost squeezing out blood, and finally muttered in the Middle-earth language: "The three elephants of Qiankun, nothing is shaking, and there is movement! What is going on?" He said like a gnat, as if to say to himself: "In this world, there are even hexagrams that I can't unravel." At this moment, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the sky.

There was a thunderclap, the sound shook the four fields, the sky was shining, and the wind was swept away. A black cloud rolled in the sky, and the four fields were as black as ink, with a sense of slaughter! In the distance, there was only a hazy mountain left, and there was no one around, only the wind and thunder were left all over the sky, and there was a strong wind!

Although the wind is strong and the clouds are thick, the old monk's sight cannot be blocked, looking straight at the highest peak of the mountain, and the old monk on the top of the mountain is facing each other. Although no one could see anyone at this time, both eyes narrowed at the same time. The old monk's eyes became more and more fierce, and he suddenly felt a chill behind him, so he first withdrew his gaze and hurriedly looked back, but saw a strange bird on the beam above his head, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. The old monk was taken aback, and with his cultivation, he didn't even notice when the bird had come in. But this bird was indeed familiar to him, and upon closer inspection, he recognized this bird as his junior brother Qiushui's pet tongue bird. This bird is psychic, extremely fast, and good at tracking, which is rare in the world. This bird can speak and talk to people, so it is deeply loved by Qiushui. When the old monk suddenly saw this bird, he was furious, and no one who was watched would have a good face. He stretched out his right hand, hid the needle in the cotton, pinched the orchid finger, made a catapult, aimed at the tongue bird, flicked it gently, only saw a flash of inspiration, did not see any big movements, only heard the sound of "fluttering", the tongue bird fell straight to the ground, fell to the ground, and it took a while to flutter up. The tongue-learning bird shouted, "Sneak attack, indecent!" and then opened its beak and stuck out its tongue. The old monk suddenly felt a little funny, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't sneak attack, what can you do to me?"

"Can't catch up, can't catch up. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "You fly, I really can't catch up with you, but I also have a way to stew you." ”

The tongue-learning bird quacked a few times, seemed to be unable to speak, and whined and flew around in the grass temple. Seeing that it was soft, the old monk put away his smile and said, "What is the matter with Qiushui letting you come?" I don't know who gave it the guts, but it fell on the old monk's shoulder, and shouted: "Senior brother, why are you willing to be an ascetic here?"

The old monk snorted coldly and said, "Does he really not know?" After a pause, he said: "Tell your master, it's okay to calculate more hexagrams, and in a few days, it may not be so leisurely." Regardless of whether it understood it or not, he pushed the bird away and straightened out the tattered monk's robes.

The desert monk saw the bird disappear into the darkness, and then picked up the turtle shell and coins on the ground again, hesitated, and stuffed them into his arms. The desert squatted in the corner, letting the oil lamp flicker, until it went out, he stood up, walked to the door of the grass temple, and looked at the sky, at this time, the wind did not stop, the rain did not stop, the lightning and thunder roared, and the storm raged, as if a disaster was coming!

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, the light of the gods, and the drums of war fall from the sky. The desert muttered about the last hexagram, and suddenly felt that today's weather was really a little strange, not only with the "clouds from the dragon, the wind from the tiger" hexagram corroboration, listen carefully, there is really a feeling of war drums boiling in the roar of the wind, can we really see the "light of the great gods" of heaven today? Thinking about this, the desert really has a feeling of blood boiling in his heart.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were lined up on both sides, just like two armies facing each other, and with the help of the lightning on the clouds, it seemed to see that there were really ghosts and gods on both sides of the nine heavens. Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed, from a flat wind to a swirling wind, and the thatch on the grass temple was rolled up to the sky.

The desert monk's robe is fierce, and he will not move, not hiding or avoiding the wind and rain, but he will let the wind sweep like a root under his feet.

No one knew that Da Mo's heart was anxious at this time, an unknown fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and when he saw a vision from the sky, how could he bear to dodge?

The direction of the wind changed, the wind swept the clouds, and the dark clouds around dispersed straight back, leaving only the starlight above the desert's head, and in the dark depths, the unknown place suddenly rose dazzling white light, dazzling and dazzling.

Is that lightning? no, not lightning, it's the light of the gods.

The desert's eyes were wide open, no matter how strong the light was, no matter how hot and painful his eyeballs were, he wanted to see what this great god's light was.

The blue tendons on the forehead of the desert burst out, his hands were clenched tightly, the cultivation of the whole body was gathered in his eyes, his eyes were glowing, only in this way could he see clearly what was in the light, the more God didn't let him see it, but he wanted to see it, he just wanted to tear the fig leaf of God, and let God's secret be revealed in front of people.

"Ahh

But God was furious, and two bolts of lightning struck him in the eyes. "Ahh

He's blind!

With a thud, a huge eye fell not far away, smashing into a huge mud puddle on the ground. Da Mo stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was a word engraved on it, "Void!"

God has blinded the eyes of the desert, and the desert has recovered one eye of God!

The sky has just dawned, it is still drizzling, and at the highest place behind the mountain, Qiushui is still staring at the sea of clouds in front of him, I don't know what he is thinking. At this point, the bird stopped at his shoulder, combing his wet feathers with his beak. What Da Mo said, Qiu Shui naturally already knew, but he didn't understand what was going on, and the senior brother in charge could give up this great power and power.

After a while, a mellow bell came, Qiushui suddenly woke up, reached out and touched the bird on his shoulder, but his heart didn't know where to fly, he muttered: "Senior brother, what do you know? You don't even tell me, the junior brother who grew up together?"

The bird on the shoulder, as if a little surprised, glanced at Qiushui's face, but it opened its mouth but could not speak, perhaps because it felt bored, and flew to the jungle with a flutter, catching insects and eating them.

The weather is changing, the clouds come and go quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the rain stops and the clouds close, and the clouds disperse. A round of sunlight jumped obliquely out of the horizon, beautiful and holy. People are getting busy at the bottom of the mountain, people are coming and going on the road, and no one knows what happened last night.