"It's a miracle that nothing has happened here for so many years. ”

"Hmph, if it were up to me to make a move, I would definitely not seal the West Gate, but cut off the seven points of talent, culture and five blessings at the West Gate, and let the rest flow away. ”

"The so-called three points for doing things. ”

Fu Qingxiao's words changed,

"But it's really strange that this deer park has existed for so many years, but there has never been an accident. ”

"I don't know what kind of arrangement there is in this garden!"

"Could it be that this arrangement has blessed this deer park for so many years?"

"However, in my opinion, sealing the West Gate is a congenital dead end, and even if there are other arrangements in the garden, it is difficult to work at all. ”

"If I have to say, the man who designed this garden, if he didn't mean to be bad, is a half-witted person who has learned a little bit of skill. ”

"Amitabha. ”

Huijue nodded.

In fact, when it comes to yin and yang feng shui, he doesn't understand it.

As he had just said, he just felt that the garden was too cold.

And vaguely, there was always a feeling that made him quite uncomfortable.

This feeling is a bit like the feeling he had when he came to Sanshan Town before.

"Is there a demon lurking in this place?"

Huijue couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

But then he subconsciously denied it.

It's different from Sanshan Town.

This place is Mu County.

A county, and the literati of Mu County are particularly lucky.

Mu County Commander made a move, and the thousand-year-old demon king may not be his opponent.

What's even more terrifying is that there are many families in Mu County here.

Among these families, there are many masters.

With them sitting in Mu County, what kind of demons can do it?!

"Is there really a deer spirit here, or what I feel, that lonely soul?"

Huijue thought silently in his heart.

"But regardless of these, what we have to do now is naturally to find a way to find that lonely soul first. ”

Just when many thoughts flashed in Huijue's heart, Fu Qingxiao suddenly said.

Her words completely pulled Huijue's thoughts back.

He nodded in the same way, and then spoke,

The little monk guessed that the reason why this lonely soul was able to detect that others were looking for him was that he was probably afraid that he probably had a spiritual instinct similar to fate. ”

That's exactly what happened. ”

Fu Qingxiao agreed.

But then, her words changed,

"He has such a ability to predict good and bad things, so he can naturally know in advance that someone wants to find him. ”

So the government tried to find him out and suppress him many times, but it never caught him, naturally because of this reason. ”

"One thing remains constant, though. ”

"That is, if I am not mistaken, this lonely soul must always wander in the deer park. ”

"In this way, it is actually very easy to find him. ”

Fu Qingxiao's face showed an unfathomable smile.

As the words fell, her lips moved slightly, as if she was muttering something.

Immediately, a lamp appeared in her hand.

The style of this lamp is simple and simple, and the whole body is emerald green.

Its base is a double-ring disc, and the body is slim.

The lamp plate on top is a jade disc.

The jade dish dried, not a drop of oil, not even a wick.

It's just that after Fu Qingxiao took out the lamp, she silently recited two sentences, and a faint blue light lit up on the jade plate.

In the blue light, it seemed that there was a small faint figure sitting cross-legged on the jade plate.

The figure and appearance of this villain are blurred, except for a vague human form.

But he actually stretched out his hand and pointed in a certain direction with his finger.

Looking at the movements of the villain on the lamp, Fu Qingxiao had a smile on her face, and she said respectfully to the villain,

"Thank you for your directions. ”

After that, she held the lamp, but looked at Huijue,

"Master, let's go. ”

"Amitabha. ”

After reciting the Buddha name, he looked at the green jade lamp in Fu Qingxiao's hand with amazement, but Huijue also nodded.

As if seeing the surprise in Huijue's eyes, Fu Qingxiao said,

"This name is called the song of long hatred. ”

"In the lamp, this blue light, it is rumored to be a last thought before the immortals become immortals. ”

Because this thought is a little resentment before he became an immortal, this lamp is called the song of long hatred. ”

"Immortal Relic?!"

When Fu Qingxiao's words fell, he couldn't help but show horror with his wisdom.

He subconsciously looked at the blue light cluster on the jade disc of the lamp again.

In the light cluster, the figure was only blurred, and the aura emitted was very faint, giving people the feeling that there was no trace of the extraordinary aura of an immortal at all.

"Yes. ”

However, Fu Qingxiao nodded.

But then she laughed again,

"It's just a legend. ”

"As for whether it's true or not, I don't know. ”

And in fact, this lamp is only used for some more mysterious purposes, such as asking for directions, divination, exorcism, and avoiding disasters. ”

"It's a rare treasure. ”

"I see. ”

Hui Jue couldn't help but nodded.

If it's really an immortal relic, it's really incredible.

Immortals and people, the difference between one word.

But the immortals have a thought, but they all have a power that mortals can't imagine.

If the lantern really contains the legacy of the immortals, once it is played, I am afraid that it will move mountains and reclaim the sea and destroy the world.

Fu Qingxiao held the green jade lantern in his hand, and the two of them slowly touched the deeper part of the deer park with the guidance of the green light figure.

I don't know how long I walked, but I felt that I was getting deeper and deeper into the deer park, and the night was getting deeper and deeper, until the light of the moon in the sky began to spill.

The faint silver moonlight shone on the earth, and it made the deer park even more silent.

And at this moment, Hui Jue and Fu Qingxiao stopped again.

Because just in front of the two of them, in front of a verdant bamboo forest, the bamboo shadows were blown by the night wind, swaying.

In the sound of surging waves, under the bamboo forest, a faint white-clothed figure stood in front of an ancient well.

The ancient well seems to have been made of bluestone.

It's just that it's a bit old.

The bluestone wellhead has been eroded and peeled off by wind.

And the bluestone is covered with mottled moss.

A faint figure in white turned his back to Gu Jing and stood in front of Gu Jing.

His appearance was indistinct, dressed in white, with a disheveled head, and he looked thin and sad.

He stood alone in front of the ancient well, motionless, as if waiting for something.

The cold breath continued to diffuse, and the evening breeze in the bamboo forest was blowing, bringing an extremely sad atmosphere.

Looking at this strange ghost in white, Hui Jue and Fu Qingxiao only felt that unspeakable sadness could not help rising from their hearts.