About 29,500 years ago, the human world, the demon world, and the demon realm, each guarded its own realm and did not interfere with each other. The world is finally peaceful, and everyone is safe!

However, at this moment, on Luoyan Peak, which is admired by the world, an extremely strange thing happened in Ye Jianmen, which is listed as the head of the four major sects...

In the antique secret room, the red candlestick burns slowly. In the dim light, the statue of Guanyin in front of the incense, eyebrows and charity, lifelike.

At this moment, as usual, a Taoist boy picked up a rag and carefully wiped the seats in the room. Xiao Daotong suddenly put down the cloth towel, turned around and looked around the room, his black pupils moved slightly, and his forehead seemed to reveal a sense of righteousness.

His eyebrows twisted slightly, a little thoughtful. He didn't understand why the master had asked him to clean the uninhabited secret room once a month for the past two years, and he had repeatedly stressed that he couldn't touch anything on the incense. It's strange to say that there are not many furnishings in this house, and he should have been able to wipe it off in less than half a pillar of incense, but every time he went out, it was already dusk outside. What's even more strange is that the incense platform that he has never cleaned under his master's orders has been strangely clean and there is no dust at all in the past two years...

Suddenly, the corners of the eyes of the benevolent Guanyin portrait in front of him moved slightly, and then, the corners of his lips were gently raised, and he smiled evilly. The candlestick was suddenly extinguished, and darkness filled the room.

Xiao Daotong's heart tightened in shock, and he suddenly felt strange. He quickly pulled out two yellow talismans with his backhand, clasped the index finger of his right hand, and silently recited the secret. I saw that the two yellow talismans spontaneously combusted without ignition, and the firelight suddenly illuminated a room. He recited the mantra in his mouth, his left hand on his right hand, and his right hand bent forward slightly. Two yellow talismans flew straight forward. Stop until you reach the red wick in front of the candlestick. As the red candle lit, the burned yellow talisman slowly fell to the ground.

The weirdness receded, and the room instantly returned to calm. Xiao Daotong looked straight at the statue of Guanyin in front of him, his eyes dark. For the strangeness just now, a trace of panic suddenly welled up in his heart. He knew it was something he couldn't deal with. He looked at the portrait as if it had never changed, and slowly retreated step by step, he had to go to the master immediately...

At the moment of turning around, "Hehe!" suddenly a woman's laughter suddenly sounded behind him. The laughter was as beautiful as a silver bell.

Xiaodao Tong Muran turned around and looked...

With a "snap", the stone door behind him slammed shut.

Xiao Daotong looked at the closed stone door behind him and the strange portrait in front of him, and secretly screamed in his heart. But he said coldly: "Where are the ghosts, dare to be presumptuous in my Luoyan Peak!" However, there was a slight tremor in some of the unimpressive tones.

It was calm all around, and there was no movement.

If it weren't for the stone door closing behind him showing everything that had just happened, he would have thought he was hallucinating. The stagnant silence made his heart tense. His eyes were certain, and his hands were clenched into fists. Biting his lower lip, he slammed into the portrait.

On the stone wall next to the lifelike portrait, a few words emerged steeply. He involuntarily whispered: "Mortal dust is like a dream, and the clouds fall in an instant." Thinking is like the wind, if you go, if you go. The sea is blank, and the words are divided..."A drop of cold crossed, and after Xiao Daotong came back to his senses in a daze, Fang was shocked to find that there were inexplicable tears left on his face. Looking at the unfinished sentence hidden in the corner of the portrait. Instinctively, he reached out and gently pushed the portrait on the wall away, completely forgetting all about it.

As the portrait was pushed open, two vague verses of poetry and a small stone door locked with a twistlock mechanism were revealed. It turned out that there was such an important thing here, so the master ordered that you should not touch it. If it weren't for the guidance of this sentence, I'm afraid he would never have discovered the secret of this portrait in his life. Suddenly, a pungent smell reached the tip of the nose. Xiao Daotong's hand burned. As soon as he shook his hand, the portrait of the corner that had been burned suddenly burst into flames. Finally, slowly fall down.

He screamed and reached out to salvage the portrait, but it was too late.

At the moment when the portrait turned to ashes, a puff of green smoke suddenly rose out. The green smoke gradually gathered, slowly transforming into a white human form.

I saw a human figure standing up slowly, the whole body was hazy and slightly transparent, and I couldn't see any trace of substance illusoryly. It's like a ghost, and it makes people's hearts rise to fear.

But I don't know why, Xiao Daotong didn't feel scared at all, but felt a little familiar. This feeling made his righteous heart, which was determined to collect all the monsters in the world, suddenly fall into an inexplicable contradiction.

"Huh. Thanks to Xiaodaotong for saving her today, Shu Yan was able to get out of the portrait. The white-clothed humanoid voice said gently, and suddenly turned into a cloud of green smoke again. At the same time, the stone gate suddenly opened. "Dao Tong's kindness, Shu Yan will thank him one day. With that, the green smoke vanished in an instant.

Xiao Daotong was stunned, looked at the disappearing green smoke, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the stone gate.