A gust of wind blew, feeling the hair fluttering in his ears, Tang Xian reacted coldly.

Compared with three years ago, he has changed too much, he used to have short hair, but now he has long hair and fluttering, and he wears a Taoist robe, coupled with the great change in the aura of the whole person, it can almost be said that he is like two people.

Tang Xian immediately raised a hand to cover his forehead, blocking the sideburns on both sides as much as possible, revealing only his facial features.

At this block, the little novice suddenly remembered and woke up like a dream.

"It's you!"

Tang Xian smiled slightly, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Since the last time Putuo Temple left, worship in Taiqing Road for three years, this is the first time he has returned, and now he is revisiting the old place, and there is an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Xiao Shami's raised hand trembled, Tang Xian didn't leave a good impression on him, to a certain extent, the young man in front of him dressed as a Taoist priest had brought a tragedy to the temple.

"Isn't the donor already ......"

"I was lucky to pick up a life, I came to Putuo Temple this time to have a very important matter, please lead the way, let me meet with the host of this temple."

Xiao Shami was silent for a moment, then folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, please follow me." ”

The novice then made a "please" gesture.

Tang Xian raised his leg across the threshold, and then the little novice closed the temple door and bolted it again.

In this way, Tang Xian followed the footsteps of the little monk and walked all the way, and before he had walked a few steps, he saw a group of monks standing in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the distance.

Tang Xian didn't think it was strange, he was now a Taoist Jindan master, even if he didn't deliberately exude momentum, he could inadvertently be noticed by people who also practiced.

After a while, Tang Xian walked to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Among the monks, there was a kind old monk who said Amitabha.

"I don't know if the master is coming, the old man has lost his welcome, and I hope the master will forgive me."

Tang Xian immediately returned to Taoist etiquette, "The master doesn't have to be polite, the poor Tao is uninvited, and I should be the one who should apologize." ”

"I don't know why the master is coming?" Kuzhu, the abbot of Putuo Temple, asked.

Tang Xian said: "There are two evil cultivators in the Jindan realm who are eyeing Putuo Temple, and Master Kusang of your temple has been kind to me, and when Poor Dao learned about it, he came non-stop. ”

Hearing this, the faces of the monks changed slightly,

"There is a Jindan evil cultivator who wants to attack Putuo Temple!"

The monks looked at each other with a look of great relief.

Kuzhu, the abbot of Putuo Temple, began to look at Tang Xian and said: "The old man saw that the master was connected with this temple by cause and effect, but the old man couldn't remember it, and I don't know if he could give the old man some guidance. ”

Tang Xian stood still, and gently spit out seven words from his mouth.

"Three years ago, Master Kusang."

Wow.........

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed, and they all recalled in an instant.

"It's you!"

A middle-aged monk beside the abbot who looked to be in his forties said angrily: "What are you still doing here!" ”

Tang Xian lost behind him with one hand, "Naturally, it is to save people." ”

"The temple does not ......"

The man was about to speak, but Abbot Kuzhu stopped him and prevented him from continuing.

Then, Kuzhu closed his eyes slightly, "Amitabha, when the donor came three years ago, the old man had already calculated that the donor's limit was coming, but the mandate of heaven could not be violated, so at that time, the old man did not approve of the Kusang junior brother acting against the sky.

However, the Kusang junior brother is simple by nature, and he doesn't want to see the donor suffering.

Unexpectedly, after many years, when the donor came to Putuo Temple again, he had become a Jindan master.

The old man has a question in his heart, and he hopes that the donor will answer one or two. ”

"That Night......"

Abbot Kuzhu paused, "What did Senior Brother Kusang see?" ”

Tang Xian hesitated for a moment and said: "Creation makes people, I am deeply sorry for the death of Master Kusang, and the poor Dao, as for the cause of Master Kusang's death...... Forgive the poor and can't say it. ”

"Why?"

"The stakes are big, and the poor road can't drag down Putuo Temple again."

Tang Xian was telling the truth, not that he didn't want to say it, but he couldn't say that he hadn't figured out the existence of the ancient mansion so far, and he couldn't even tell what the ancient mansion was.

But one thing he knows better than anyone else is the power of the ancient mansion.

No one can resist the old house, or rather...... Something from an old house.

That thing is ridiculously strong, every time Tang Xian's realm is improved, and he wants to break his wrist to negotiate conditions with it, the ancient mansion will always crush Tang Xian with momentum.

Under the pressure of the ancient mansion, Tang Xian could no longer afford to resist at all.

The ancient mansion is omnipotent, as long as Tang Xian can afford to pay the price, he will always respond to his needs.

"I suspect that those people want to hold unorthodox sacrifices at Putuo Temple in order to achieve some kind of purpose."

"Well......" Abbot Kuzhu muttered, "what can the old man do to help the benefactor?" ”

Tang Xian smiled slightly, "Please take all the disciples to retreat to one place to rest, this time...... Let's change the poor road to protect Putuo Temple. ”

He wants to cut off the cause and effect that he owes before the monastic,

"Amitabha, just as the donor said."

Tang Xian nodded, "Abbot Kuzhu, Master Kusang...... Where is it? Poor Dao wanted to go and say thank you. ”

The abbot raised his hand and pointed in the direction, then turned around and stepped into the hall of the Great Hero.

A group of monks followed the abbot into the temple.

Tang Xian was the only one left in the open space outside the hall,

The temperature dropped at night, and the wind blowing out was cold, Tang Xian simply sorted out his emotions, and then raised his legs and walked in the direction pointed by the abbot.

After a while, he came to a bamboo forest,

Behind the bamboo forest is a cemetery forest,

It should be said that Tallinn is more appropriate.

After several twists and turns, Tang Xian finally found the bone burial tower engraved with the name of Master Kusang.

Taking out the incense candles prepared in the store in advance, Tang Xian lit the incense and put a stick of incense on Master Kusang, and then, with his body straight, he looked ahead and muttered to himself.

"One Farewell and Three Years ............"

"Master Kusang, Tang Xian has come to see you."

"I'm sorry for taking so long."

“………………”

Tang Xian was silent for a long time, and after a long time, Tang Xian pursed his lips.

"Thank you!"

Then, Tang Xian didn't say a word, picked up the tools next to him and seriously cleaned up the dust and dirt on the tower, and finally sent out a palm wind to blow it away? Dead branches and leaves that fell to the ground.

After doing this, Tang Xian turned around and left.

On the other side,

With the help of magic weapons and formations, Zhang San and Li Si rushed to a place not far from Putuo Temple in just a few hours.

The wind is blowing under the feet of the two, and a slight lift of the leg is a distance of hundreds of meters.

Li Si suddenly stopped, grabbed Zhang San on the side, and locked his eyebrows.

"Wait, don't go over yet, something is wrong......"

Zhang San stopped, looked back at Li Si, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Did you find something again?"

Li Si snorted, raised his hand and pointed to the Putuo Temple in the distance and said, "Look, there is no yin qi around that place, don't you think it's a little abnormal." ”