Zong Yuan suddenly laughed when he heard this, he had already found out that the one he had taken a fancy to had fallen for the Demon Gu, he raised his eyebrows, "Oh, your friend looks bad~"

His eyes were playful, exuding a vicious light, and his face was a little careless, and he continued to play with the snow-white skull in his hands.

When Bai Tang heard this, he subconsciously walked in front of Jiang Futing to protect him, his eyes were cold and with a little warning, staring at Zong Yuan.

Seeing this, Zong Yuan smiled, he really didn't see the depth of this person, but it was very good, he had already mastered his weakness, that is, this Jiang Futing beside him.

Bai Tang saw that his eyes were fierce and undisguised, and there was a bit of revenge in his eyes, "Zongyuan, it's just that I've been a Shurakshasa for a few years, why don't you even dare to recognize my name now?" ”

"What did you say?" Zong Yuan was annoyed all of a sudden, he got up, and sneered: "I don't dare to admit anything, but you want to get the thousand-year-old demon heart~."

Oh, dream! ”

Bai Tang suddenly attacked, and the sharp light shot directly, like a giant blade, exploding overwhelmingly, Zong Yuan's figure exploded at once, and then appeared elsewhere, exploding again and again.

"Haha, this is just my phantom, you can't hurt me at all, let's save some strength~" Zong Yuan's voice came, he raised his hand, the huge black robe flew away, the black fog covered the sky, the storm blew wildly, the four of them were blown so that they couldn't see the direction in front of them, and the four of them were blown unsteady under their feet, and they almost wanted to fall to the ground.

"Hmph, you're going to stay here forever!" The figures of countless sects around disappeared.

After the storm and black fog, the four of them stood firm and fixed their eyes to look, only to see that the surroundings had changed again, and this time the courtyard was smaller.

However, a huge plane tree could be seen in the courtyard, Jiang Futing looked at the familiar scene in front of him, and said: "This is the courtyard where Zong Yuan lived when he was a child~"

"Huh?" Bai Tang looked at him.

"The courtyard here has appeared many times in the last illusion, I think even if the people in his illusion are fake, but there is no need to cover up these things~" Jiang Futing said.

Yes, if one person wants to confuse the enemy, everything else may be fake, but these scenarios may not be considered so much~

Bai Tang nodded, and Lin Ziqing and Wang Sili listened, and also showed a look of understanding.

"So what do we do now?" Lin Ziqing asked.

When Bai Tang heard this, he retracted his gaze and said, "Those are just the clones of Zongyuan, they are transformed by his will, if we want to get the thousand-year-old demon heart now, we must first find Zongyuan's true body to threaten him~"

"Why does Zongyuan have a thousand-year-old demon heart?" Wang Sili couldn't help but speak, she wanted to ask before, but she was not familiar with Bai Tang, and Brother Bai was a person, it seemed that the peach blossom eyes were burning, and the whole person was gentle and harmless, but in fact, when the eyes receded from the smile and temperature, it was even more terrifying than Brother Jiang.

When Bai Tang heard this, he suddenly smiled, looked at the puzzled faces of the three people, and asked, "Do you all think that Zongyuan turned his back on Master and their senior brothers for the sake of a woman?" ”

Wang Silin glanced at Bai Tang strangely, then at Lin Ziqing and Jiang Futing with their expressions as usual, "Isn't this something that everyone knows?" ”

When they entered the surviving city, they heard this or that legend, which said that the disciple of a generation of famous teachers valued the most was the wish of the disciple, who was unsinkable in his cultivation heart, and was bewitched by a woman, and finally killed the master, deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and killed the same sect, and finally fell into the evil ghost path and became a Shurakshasa .

Bai Tang shook his head when he heard this, and said: "As far as I know, this is not the case, what kind of beautiful woman is just the speculation of the world, what is really close to Zong's wish is a demon, this is why he has a thousand-year-old demon heart, I only heard that after Zongyuan became a Shurakshasa, he threw out the demon's heart alive and kept it to this day~"

"Ah~" Wang Sili's eyes widened, and even Lin Ziqing and Jiang Futing showed surprise.

Bai Tang deliberately sold a pass, raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it?" You may find out later~"

While speaking, the three of them had already walked through the small courtyard to a room, Bai Tang suddenly smiled, blinked his peach blossom eyes and said to Jiang Futing: "You are right, there is his breath here, it should be the house where he lived when he was a child~"

Push open the door, the furnishings in the room are very ordinary, there is a table table, there are teapots and a few teacups on the table, scriptures and pen, ink, paper and inkstones are neatly placed on the table, there are a few futons on the ground, and there is a simple wooden bookshelf on one side, on which a lot of scriptures are placed.

The whole room is very simple, as it was back then, simple and simple.

Jiang Futing walked by, looked through his bookshelf, and looked at the past, all of them were scriptures, and he only found a book on the bookshelf about his travels in the mountains.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Tang came over.

Jiang Futing handed over the book, Bai Tang glanced at it, retracted his gaze and smiled: "I didn't expect a monk to have such a hobby~"

The whole house is clean and tidy, which undoubtedly no longer shows that Zong Yuan is a person who is self-denying and self-disciplined, and is a person who pays attention to appearance and loves cleanliness.

The four of them walked around the house of Zongyuan, and found nothing, so they raised their feet and walked out of the house.

"Hey, you see, there are wind chimes hanging on the eaves, this wish is really a ......" Lin Ziqing blinked, he didn't know how to describe it, in his opinion, a big man shouldn't like these little girls' things~

Bai Tang and Jiang Futing raised their eyes, and soon saw that the wind chimes hanging under the eaves were made of a few bamboo tubes, which were very beautiful, and they had not faded even after thousands of years.

"I thought of it!" Bai Tang pursed his lips suddenly, and looked at the few people who were puzzled, without explaining, but gave them a follow-up look.

In the library pavilion, the four people stood still, and when they saw the three golden characters directly above the attic, their hearts were shocked, and there was a feeling of Buddha's light shining through, which made people feel sacrosanct.

"Huh? How is it here? Lin Ziqing asked strangely, and Wang Sili was also puzzled, with puzzlement in his eyes.

Before Bai Tang could say anything, he saw Jiang Futing hook the corners of his mouth and speak: "A love is clean, the bookshelves are neat, placed in an orderly manner, and the eaves are hung with wind chimes, what does this mean?" ”

"Huh? It shows that he is introverted and gentle, not impatient, happy and quiet and full of poetry and self-style. Lin Ziqing said.

"Haha, I don't know if the others are right, but it's true that this temperament is quiet, for a person who is used to being alone, is there a better place than this library?" Bai Tang blinked.

Lin Ziqing and Wang Sili immediately understood.

Pushing open the door, the dusty door opened with a bang, dust and a faint smell of blood came to the face, and the four of them walked in, only to see that in the library pavilion, the bookshelves were crooked, and the scriptures were scattered all over the ground.

There were traces of a fight on the walls, on the ground, and on the bookshelves, and the four of them looked at each other, and they understood that the tragedy had happened here, leaving dozens of messy footprints in the thick dust on the ground.

Jiang Futing and Bai Tang glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at the second floor, maybe the real tragedy happened there~

The wooden ladder is easy to pass by only two people, and when you step on it, the ladder will squeak.

The four of them went up to the second floor, hit the staircase and looked inside, and the smell of smoky vomiting suddenly filled up.

The light in the attic on the second floor was even dimer, but it didn't prevent a few people from seeing clearly, and through the dust, they saw the dark red black and red blood marks left behind, like palm prints, and as if they were sprayed up.

The windows on all sides were firmly sealed, and the bookshelves on all sides were overturned, as were the tables used for reading, but among them, only one desk was properly placed upright, and there was an open book on the table.

The air was dull, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and the four people present were silent about what the strong smell of blood meant.

Lin Ziqing's face was a little pale, he couldn't hold back the itch in his throat, he couldn't help coughing a few times, he fell back a few steps, his whole body resisted here, who knew that his footsteps were tripped, his body was not stable, and he leaned on the railing at the staircase all of a sudden.

He held on to the railing with a strange pattern carved on it, and as soon as his hand swiped it, the pattern flashed red.

The picture suddenly turned, and the surroundings became bright, it was still a library building, but it was clean and tidy, all the bookshelves had been put back in place, and the scriptures on the ground had returned to the shelves.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the library pavilion, and soon the door opened, and a figure flashed in, a young monk in a monk's robe.

He entered the library building, and without staying long, he went straight to the second floor, and his feet creaked on the ladder.

The four of them held their breath and didn't move, and they saw that the young monk looked up, it was a familiar face, it was that Zongyuan, who looked seventeen, eighteen or nineteen years old, his cold face, with starlight in his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, he seemed to be in a good mood, and he walked up the stairs briskly.

I walked to the table in the corner and sat down, took out a scripture book from under the desk, put it on the table, and read it along the way.

From time to time, the eyebrows and eyes are bent, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the eyes are flashing with joy.

At this time, two figures flashed in, one thin and one fat, and the two monks were sneaking around, looking upstairs.

The thin monk held a bowl in his hand and bit his ear with the fat monk.

"I really want to go down......"

"Nonsense! No, what did I ask you to do? The thin monk spoke sharply.

When the fat monk heard this, a trace of hesitation flashed on his face, and he said, "Do you really want to be like this?" Anyway, he's also our little junior brother~"

"!" The thin monk stared at the fat monk and didn't fight in one place, took out a paper bag from his arms, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, this is just a little croton, let him pull his stomach a few times to make a little ugly, and it won't kill him~."

Besides, are you willing? The master left him all the good things, and last time he directly praised him for being talented, transparent, able to comprehend and comprehend Buddhist scriptures, and he is a rare genius~

I don't think it's going to talk about it now, he's about to coax the master to give him the entire abbot's position~"

The thin monk stuffed the paper bag into the fat monk's hand, "Hurry up, if he finds out, we'll all be bad~"

In the end, the fat monk still couldn't stand the encouragement of the thin monk, and poured the medicine in the paper bag into the bowl.

"Go quickly, senior brother, I'm waiting for your good news~" The thin monk urged the fat monk to go upstairs, and he quietly looked downstairs.

Lin Ziqing and Wang Sili had already opened their mouths wide, and then looked at Brother Jiang frowning slightly, while Brother Bai's face had not changed, maybe he had already guessed.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.