Lingshan Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, it faces the West Taihu Lake with blue waves and silver light, backed by the continuous peaks, heavy rocks and emeralds, towering and tall mountains, today because the saint comes forward to incense, the huge ancient temple is surrounded by soldiers and guards a strict and solid, maybe it is at what time, the leisurely and vigorous bell is endless.

Yi Qingxuan's itinerary is not in this ancient temple, he entered Lingshan Temple with the imperial brother, and this time he came to Jiangnan just to round the imperial brother's house arrest of his lies.

I don't like to be noisy and too serious places, so I followed the guidance of the little master, found a remote place, and went to the temple leisurely.

As the name suggests, the brown tiles are lined up, simple and solemn, the house gives people a feeling that there is no trace of people, the little master who serves because of the advent of the saint, all go to help, the service is a not very famous statue, three heads and six bodies, there is a small white snake lying on the shoulder, the eyes are as big as copper bells, holding a brown knife and fork in his hand, the top of the knife and fork is tied with a red rope forging, the red pillar on the left side of the statue is engraved with a few lines of small characters, Yi Qingxuan can see clearly after approaching.

"The ancient temple of the green lantern recites Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha has no wisdom for all sentient beings. I am a guest in the red dust, so why should I listen to Sanskrit quietly."

In the incense burner in front of the statue, the incense has just burned out, and there is a little light, although it is extremely cold here, but it is also cleaned up, after staying for a while, Yi Qingxuan felt bored, after walking around the statue, he found that there was a dark room behind the statue, leaned in front of the door and wandered for a while, and then walked in.

In the darkroom, there are thick scriptures, arranged in a row, and there are bookcases, tables and chairs, which should be the place where the little master here rests in his spare time.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, and Yi Qingxuan knew that it was a little unreasonable to enter this place without consent, so he walked out of the room after staying for less than a moment.

"New Year's Dream ......"!

With a click, the incense that had been lit in the hand of the visitor fell to the ground, and it was broken in half without accident, and he raised his eyes in surprise and followed the voice, and his blood-red eyes showed a shallow smile when he caught a glimpse of a familiar person.

Yi Qingxuan's body stiffened in place, obviously he didn't expect to meet the person he was thinking about here, his eyes reflected the man in the red shirt in front of him, or a young and thin figure, the green silk was scattered to his waist, his beautiful eyes were like the stars and moon in the world, the thin lips were like growing in hell, and the beautiful Manzhu Sawa was opened, and between the actions, the Buddha beads worn on the wrist of the person were inadvertently revealed, and some people would be wrong at a glance, but Yi Qingxuan just looked at it so much.

Yi Qingxuan stepped forward irrepressibly, this kind of lost and regained mood can no longer be expressed in words, the cold expression was instantly broken, replaced by full of anxiety, when he reached out and touched the shoulder of the person in front of him, Yi Qingxuan came to his senses, and slowly realized that the person in front of him was not his own fantasy, but the real flesh and blood.

"Xue Yu", Nian Shu hooked the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and looked at the knobly knuckled fingers on his shoulders, and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was cute and extraordinary, but he didn't expect that after only a year, this person would become dull.

The clear and tactful voice came into his ears, Yi Qingxuan couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and took the person in front of him into his arms like a treasure, his chest was hot, as if he had been burned by something, his thin lips were tightened together, and he didn't know what to say at all.

"It's just that I haven't seen each other for a year, why is Ze Yu so excited", Nian Shu reached out and stroked Ze Yu's back, and the Buddha beads on his wrist were exposed, which formed a sharp contrast with the slender and white wrist.

"I knew you would be fine, I knew ......", Yi Qingxuan murmured in a low voice, smelling the very faint scent of sandalwood on the person in his arms, for fear that the person in his arms would disappear again, and only after a long time did he reluctantly let go of the person in his arms, and it was only at this time that he realized his gaffe.

"How can there be anything going on in this seat", the smile at the bottom of Nian Shu's eyes almost overflowed, and he pretended not to care and said, "Why is Ze Yu here"?

"I'm here...... Shang Xiang", Yi Qingxuan felt that the person in front of him was a little unreal, and when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say, and he vaguely felt the alienation in the expression of the person in front of him.

"I still have something to deal with in this seat, I'll talk about it another day, and say goodbye"!

"Year's dream...... You", without waiting for Yi Qingxuan to finish speaking, the person in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the empty temple returned to Fang Cai, and Nian Su was as if it had never appeared.

Then there was endless darkness, only the broken incense core on the ground shone faintly, Yi Qingxuan looked around in a panic, his eyes seemed to be temporarily blind, and then the eyes of the idol in the center of the temple were scarlet......

"The Lord of Incense"?

"Are you alright, this incense master?"

"Ah......", Yi Qingxuan was awakened by the loud sound, gasping for breath, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a young master in monk's clothes not far away, who was looking at himself with a strange look at him at the moment, and it was at this time that Yi Qingxuan realized that he was lying on the ground, surrounded by scattered scriptures.

"Master Xiang, you ......", the little master looked at the person in front of him without saying anything, and the scriptures that were originally neatly placed on the table were scattered all over the ground, "Are you okay?"

"No, pick it up, I'll take care of it later", Yi Qingxuan stood up on the ground and said apologetically.

"No, no need, the incense master, you are fine, the little monk will clean up."

Saying that the little master bent down to pick up the scattered scriptures on the ground, Yi Qingxuan apologized apologetically, picked up the scriptures at his feet, recalled what happened to Fang Cai, his face was blue and white for a while, and after repeatedly apologizing for his reckless behavior, Yi Qingxuan left the dark room and walked out from behind the statue, the temple was still empty, there was a bright yellow soft couch in front of the statue, and there was no broken incense on the ground, was it really just a dream just now......

Yi Qingxuan stood beside the statue, and the picture kept playing back in his mind, until the scarlet statue in his dream coincided with the statue in front of him, if it was really a dream, how could he fall asleep in the darkroom inexplicably, obviously like it was caused by a sneak attack, or did he have some hidden illness before he suddenly fainted?

Seeing the little master walking out of the dark room, Yi Qingxuan couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Little master, has anyone been here?"

"Amitabha, the incense master, you are in good health, let the poor monk stay outside the temple, no one has ever come except you", the little master bowed and walked out.

Is it really because of my own thoughts? Fang Cai's dream was so realistic that Yi Qingxuan almost fell into it.

"Nian Shu, when will you return, the person you met in Lan Yuexi's mouth, is it really you, this king doesn't believe that you will die, you survived the catastrophe nine years ago in another world, I don't believe that you will be fine", Yi Qingxuan's eyes flashed a glimmer, looked straight at the statue, and said to himself.

The empty temple was quiet, and the whispers were abrupt.

"Lord, the saint is looking for you", Fu Yan strode into the side temple and said respectfully.

"Hmm", Yi Qingxuan responded softly, but his heart sank a little.

After the people in the temple finished, Nian Shu, who was lying on the beam of the room, slowly sat up, the sleeves of his shirt were crumpled, and there was a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

"Master, is it interesting that you deliberately let out a rumor?" Huairou leaned next to the erected pillars and said in a quiet voice.

Nian Shu raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "It's not early, let's go back to the inn first and then talk about anything else."

Huairou pursed the corners of her mouth helplessly, the left sleeve was empty, this arm was cut off when he was besieged, and when he woke up from the coma and got out of the catastrophe, it was already too late, but fortunately, it was the left arm, which would not affect his use of weapons.

inn

The lights in the room were flickering, because the light from the windows was blocked, and candles were lit during the day, and on the soft couch, there was a person sleeping peacefully, looking like he was asleep, but not like it.

"A few days ago, we got the Bozhen Bilian in the Snow Mountain Ridge and bloomed", Huairou stood upright beside the soft couch, since the first war of the year, Ge Yuan was seriously injured in order to protect the sect leader, and never woke up, obviously there is breath, there is perception, but it has been in a state of sleep, and then the sect leader has searched all over the world for famous doctors, poison doctors, and the Bozhen Bilian of the Snow Mountain Ridge is the last medicinal material, success or failure in this move.

After a pause, Huairou walked out of the room, the reason why this room is dark is because it is a dark room, and it is connected to its own room, and he and the sect leader have been staying in Jiangnan for nearly half a month, just to find a good medicine in Jiangnan, this is the last step of the prescription, and the medicine can be boiled tomorrow night.

"How does he look"?

"My subordinates have seen the sect leader", Huai Rou saluted respectfully, and he was too fascinated by his thoughts, and he didn't know when the person in front of him came in, "The complexion is good, I hope the prescription is useful."

"That's good", Nian Shu's voice was extremely soft, "Later, Japan will go to Tianshan Gate with Ji Zhan"!

"Subordinates are willing to follow ......"!

"It's good for you to take care of Geyuan here, these days somehow, he in this seat has begun to move, sometimes don't get too close to this seat, and this seat has begun to lose control of him during this time."

The person in Nian Shu's mouth is the chaotic era that was suppressed under the otherworldly mountain range, which is why Nian Shu survived that year.

Those decent people, don't put the suppressed monsters in the other world in their eyes, the other world has been dilapidated for nearly nine years, and the suppressed monsters have also quietly cultivated during this period, of course, he broke through the seal on the day Master Shizun died, the troubled times are as his name suggests, his appearance will change the trajectory of the world, but when he was sealed, only the soul remained, which is why he has not come out to make waves for many years in the other world.

Therefore, he has been looking for a host all these years, and it was also the Yin Soul Enchantment under Yi Qingxuan that gave him a chance to enter Nian Shu's body, so from then on, Nian Shu felt that his body was old and uncomfortable, and when Nian Shu found out about his existence, it was when he was about to die, how could the troubled times let the host he had so hard to find die, and the two merged into one.

This is also the reason why Nian Shu's cultivation has reached the peak this year, and it is difficult to meet his opponent, even Nangong Twisted Mo, the master of the Mountain Gate that day, couldn't catch Nian Shu's three moves.

What about the devil, it is the heavens that refuse to let go of this seat, and this seat would rather enter the devil's path.

"Sect Master, why don't you tell the painting bone, your news, you obviously know that he has ...... in the past year"!

"What he owes to this seat has long been repaid, and this seat has nothing to owe him", leaving these words, Nian Shu brushed his sleeves away, and a dangerous light flashed under his blood-red eyes.

Looking at the figure of the sect leader leaving, Huairou could only be dumbfounded, how could she not know that the sect leader did not want to let the painting bone enter the trap again, but it was inevitable to meet him and let him rest assured, you must know that the death of the sect leader is probably worse for him than killing him......