"Yes, it is the non-living existence of the flower on the other side that can be preserved in the wild land where the heaven and earth first bloomed, the flowers bloomed for eight hundred miles, a sea of blood-colored flowers, that is the unique scenery of the wilderness, and it is also the only color between heaven and earth at that time.

"Eight hundred miles of the realm of yellow springs, the flower of the undead that the heavens and the earth are beginning to bloom? What does the master mean is that the mark on this little demon's arm could be this other side flower-Huangquan Seal? ”

The indifferent monk said: "At present, it is very likely."

"What happens when the seal is broken?"

The indifferent monk shook his head and said: "Amitabha, no one knows about this, but the name of this Candle Nine Yin Killing has caused a sensation in the Three Realms, and no one knows what will happen if his divine soul power is unlocked, but it is definitely not a good thing."

Mo Xin poured a glass of water for himself to raise his head and drank it and said: "Candle Jiuyin, the wild dragon is different from Pangu and Nuwa, although the three are all dragons, but Pangu and Nuwa are both human heads and snake bodies, although the real bodies are dragons, but this reputation is far apart, although Candle Jiuyin's mana is strong, but the reputation of killing is far and wide, it can be regarded as notorious, and the latter two are deeply loved and famous.

Firmament said: "The power of the infamous Candle Nine Yin's divine soul? The seal of the power of the Candle Nine Yin Divine Soul turned out to be the Flower of the Undead, this Flower of the Undead was originally the Flower of the Yellow Spring, no wonder these Necromantic Qi came straight to this little demon, it must be these Dead Spirits who were sealed by this Yellow Spring."

The monk said: "It is very likely that these undead will use this female Bodhisattva as a passage to the Yellow Spring and want to escape from here".

"Why are there so many undead here?"

"The donor knows that this place is a fantasy."

"It's a fantasy, I know this."

"Then the donor can know that this is an illusion, not an illusion."

"What do you mean?"

The monk said: "This is a fantasy left over from ancient times, in fact, it is also a space different from the human world, the living cannot enter, and most of the souls who come in are left here, so this city is also called the illusion of the undead, the city of the undead?" ”

As soon as the firmament heard this, he heard the strangeness of the words, and the firmament said, "The living are not allowed to enter? The Master...".

The firmament stared at the monk in front of him with great confusion, this monk is the host here, isn't that already an ancient thing?

Could it be that the monks here have already...

"The living can't enter, that master...", the firmament could not finish his words, and a cough interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Ahem... Cough... cough ......", after hearing Xuanxi's coughing voice, the firmament swallowed all the questions he wanted to ask.

Originally, the firmament was still some distance away from the dragon girl's wooden bed, but under the speed of the firmament, it would have taken five or six steps to walk to the side of Xuanxi's bed.

"Leprechaun, you're finally awake."

Xuanxi, who had just woken up, had a blank mind, and he didn't understand why the firmament said this.

The dragon girl stared at the sky for a long time and said, "Isn't it bad for me to curse me as soon as I wake up this morning?" ”

"It's a blessing that you woke up, so it's up to you." Although the firmament said this, he said in his heart: "Little goblin, see how I clean you up in the future."

The dragon girl lay on the bed and talked to the firmament, and the firmament didn't feel inappropriate, but this Long Xuanxi blushed a little, and Xuanxi said in her heart: "Why do you always feel so weird when you talk like this."

The dragon girl grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to get up, but the moment the arm was forced, it hissed.

"Shhhh Hiss...", the dragon girl wrinkled her brows in pain: "Ah... It hurts."

The firmament looked at the dragon girl who was in a cold sweat and said, "What is strong, lie down", and the firmament gently held the dragon girl's head and lay down.

The dragon girl looked at the firmament's eyes and said, "The firmament."

"Hmm...".

"The hand hurts, the head doesn't hurt".

The firmament was stunned for a moment, and then put Xuanxi's hand in the futon.

"Wait a minute?"

Firmament said: "What's the matter?" ”

"How do my hands look like they've been burned by fire?"

The firmament was about to explain, but the indifference sitting on the stool on the other side of the mouth couldn't hold back any longer.

"The two donors are so affectionate, and the monk doesn't want to disturb, but the monk is really inconvenient here, and the monk leaves first, Amitabha."

Firmament smiled awkwardly at Xuanxi, and said in his heart: "Why did you forget that there is still this monk in the house."

The firmament head didn't reply, and said, "Master, please."

When the dragon girl heard the monk speak, she realized that there were other people in the house.

The dragon girl said in her heart: "There are other people in the house, but this voice sounds so familiar."

"Is it a little monk?"

"The female bodhisattva still remembers the old man?"

Although the firmament is a handsome son, he is a man after all, and his height of more than eight feet and wide robe block all the sight of the dragon girl.

"The Firmament"

"Hmm..."

"You're blocking my view."

"Ahh

"Little monk is really you?"

The little monk is really you. It's so good to see you, after the sandstorm, I and the firmament have been looking for you for a long time, and now when I see you, my heart is also a stone."

Mo Xin said: "Amitabha, there is a labor girl Bodhisattva who is concerned."

The dragon girl said again: "But little monk, why do you call yourself an old man?" Although you are a little thinner and darker, but you are only seventeen or eighteen years old like this, how can you still be called an old man, and how did you get here? Your robe is full of head, and it doesn't look like a cute little monk in the desert at all? But I haven't seen such a big change in the little monk for a day, could it be that where did he make his fortune? ”

The little monk said: "The female benefactor is joking, the old man is the abbot of this Moqing Temple, and this robe is also a "holy relic" passed down from generation to generation by the abbots of Moqing Temple.

Xuanxi was surprised: "Are you really this indifferent abbot?" If the monks don't speak, you can't scold me."

The little monk said: "Amitabha, the old man is indeed the abbot of this Moqing Temple."

The dragon girl still looked at the "little monk" with an incredible expression, and then turned her head to look at the sky.

The firmament looked at the dragon girl who asked him for verification and said:

"The little monk is indeed the host of the Moqing Temple, at first I had doubts about his appearance and age, but today when you are different, I went to find the abbot, and the monk who opened the temple door for me last night came to the small courtyard with this "abbot", and it was also the little monk who saved you, if it wasn't for the little monk, you are now only afraid that you are a member of the city of the dead."

The dragon girl said, "The more you talk about it, the more I don't understand, why is there another city of the dead?"

Firmament said: "This is also what the host master said, this is really a long story, and I will slowly talk to you when you are a little better."

"Good ! But little monk, you are actually the group leader of this Moqing Temple? ”

Long Xuanxi was a little incredulous, and his tone was full of suspicion.

The dragon girl confirmed again: "Little monk, you really didn't lie to us, you are really the host of this Moqing Temple?" ”

"Amitabha, the female Bodhisattva's words are true, and there is no lie"

"Then since you are the host of this desert light temple, then how can you appear in the golden desert, and you are still intercepted by sand bandits in the desert, the little monk in the desert is both kind and very cute and cute, that is what seventeen or eighteen years old should look like, but--but now, although your appearance has not changed, you can be thoughtful and sophisticated, where is the slightest look in the desert? It's hard to believe that you looked so different from you now."

The little monk said: "The female benefactor is suspicious, and it is reasonable, the little monk in the desert is an old man, and the little monk standing in front of you now is not fake." However, the female bodhisattva is only looking at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old little monk, who has actually been the abbot of Moqing Temple in this city of the dead for more than 3,000 years."

"Abbot for more than 3,000 years? No wonder you call yourself an old man."

"But there is no aura fluctuation on your body, you are obviously a mortal body, how can you..."

"Amitabha, the female bodhisattva wants to ask the monk how I haven't changed at all, right?"

Long Xuanxi nodded and said: "Yes, there is no change at all, although this is an illusion that cannot be measured by common sense, but I can feel that this is not an ordinary illusion, this is more like a space with its own vein, ordinary illusions only exist in people's consciousness, but all the souls live in this illusion."

The little monk said: "What the female Bodhisattva said is right, it is true, this is not an ordinary space, this is an ancient fantasy realm.

"For us, the illusion is real, and for those who are outside the illusion, if they cannot get out of this illusion safely, then the soul will remain in this city of the dead forever and become a member of this city of death, and will suffer eternal life and eternity, not so much the city of the dead as the city of hell."

"Ahh Eternal life and eternal torture, no wonder someone said before entering the illusion, although there is no worry about life in the pear blossom pass every year, but there are many people who are not dead and alive, and now it seems that this immortal person is the person who has not been able to go out in this illusion, and their soul is forever left in this illusion, without the shell of the soul, this person will naturally not die or live."

The little monk said: "Female Bodhisattva, it is true."

"Then how did the little monk come here?"

The firmament stood beside the dragon girl's bed not far away, and interjected a sentence or two from time to time.

Firmament listened to the conversation between the two, but the more he wondered in his heart, so this is the city of the undead, and the living cannot enter, that is to say, this body that looks like someone else is a soul that has entered this illusion, so why is it his Haotian consciousness, and what is going on with him? How did he get here, and why did he share his soul with others so well? No one has any explanation for all this, I don't know why I came, and I don't know how to go.

Mo Xin said: "Amitabha, the little monk I, I can't remember how the little monk came here, I can't remember a lot of things for more than 3,000 years, and the monk is now the only Buddha who has never forgotten each other. Amitabha".

In fact, Long Nu still has a lot of questions in her heart that she wants to ask clearly, but she really didn't sleep well last night, and the pain in her arm made Long Xuanxi a little "powerless".

The dragon girl yawned and her eyes began to fight.

Mo Xin said: "The female donor also tossed for a night, let's rest for a while."