The night was cold and windy.

There was also some coldness in the temple, but it couldn't affect the person sitting cross-legged.

There was an oil lamp in front of the Buddha, and the light flickered a little.

A chaotic light emanated from the seated person, and then vanished, so abrupt as if it had never existed.

The oil in the oil lamp looks like it's only half a lamp, but it can't be burned out.

One day, two days, three days...

This barren mountain is rarely inhabited.

It's just that on weekdays, some villagers who go up the mountain to chop firewood, when it snows late at night, may come to the temple on the top of the mountain to rest for a night.

Li Er is one of the many woodcutters, he often comes to this barren mountain to chop wood, back and forth, is very familiar with the terrain here, and also knows that on this barren mountain, there is a dilapidated temple.

On this day, it snowed heavily.

The snow was as thick as a foot, and the cold wind was bitter, and Li Er couldn't go home at all, so he could only choose to go to the temple on the mountain to escape the wind and snow.

When he saw the lights in the temple from afar, he was a little surprised that there were people living here.

Outside the lights, the wind and snow do not stop.

Li Er pushed open the door, a cold wind blew, and the lights swayed from side to side.

The figure of a man sat in front of the Buddha statue, not moving, like those stone lions in front of the rich and noble.

"Master, I wonder if you can let the villain in to take shelter from the wind and snow?"

Li Er asked a little apprehensively, he glanced around, and found that the original dilapidated temple was actually repaired very clean, and he was inevitably a little surprised in his heart.

The figure didn't speak, just sat silently.

Li Er felt a little uneasy when he saw the other party's answer, but the cold wind kept blowing into the temple, and although the oil lamp kept flickering, it was still burning, and it was not extinguished.

He tightened his clothes, carefully closed the door, and slowly walked to the side of the temple.

The firewood on his body was lightly phoenixed, leaning his back against the wooden pillar, stretching his head from time to time, and secretly looking at the silent figure.

At this moment, the wind was howling outside the temple, like the roar of a ghost.

Li Er was startled, hurriedly withdrew his gaze, didn't care about the master anymore, and began to close his eyes and rest.

The night is getting darker.

The wind stopped abruptly.

But the lights in the temple became swaying, and they were about to go out.

Li Er opened his eyes in panic and found that at some point, a man wearing a Taoist robe appeared in the temple.

"Senior Brother Wan Jianyi is dead!"

The Taoist said in a cold tone, the light of the oil lamp seemed to have become swaying because of these words, and the light of the fire was much smaller.

"You killed him!"

The Taoist continued, his tone was a little desolate, and there was a trace of killing intent that could not be concealed.

When Li Er heard this, he was shocked, he wanted to escape, but there was a dangerous aura exuding from that Taoist, making him feel as if his limbs were fixed, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"Why didn't Dao Xuan kill him, but locked him up in the ancestral hall in disguise, and never took another step out in his life... And you, knowing that he is there, are like the broken candle, but you want to provoke him and make him run out of life!"

The words of that person were very chaotic, and there seemed to be many places that didn't make sense, and even Li Er thought he was a madman when he heard it, but the figure sitting in front of the Buddha statue did not refute it.

No, it should be that he didn't open his mouth from beginning to end.

"Have you practiced Closed-Mouth Meditation?!"

The man spoke again, his tone already impatient, even, a little angry.

"No one can tell the cause and effect of the world..."

At this time, a peaceful voice sounded inside the temple.

This was the first time Li Er heard the figure in front of the Buddha speak, and for some reason, he felt that the panicked emotions since the Taoist priest came in had slowly calmed down.

"You killed Senior Brother Wan in disguise, I must avenge this revenge!"

The Taoist priest snorted coldly, and a blue light appeared all over his body, and a Tai Chi pattern took shape in front of him, rushing towards the figure sitting in front of the Buddha.

"Immortals!"

Li Er was suddenly shocked, he didn't expect that he would come to this temple to take shelter from the wind and snow, and he would be able to meet the immortals to fight.

The Tai Chi pattern came in an instant, and it was about to fall on the figure in front of the Buddha.

Suddenly, a chaotic light flickered.

The Tai Chi pattern suddenly fell apart, then turned into fly ash and disappeared.

"Cultivating Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao and Dafa Prajna to such a realm, I'm afraid your Dao practice has reached an unbelievable level, Dao Xuan, without the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, I'm afraid he is not your opponent!" The Taoist priest stared at the figure sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha, and said in a cold tone, but there was no fear at all.

"Amitabha, the donor is bent on death, why bother?!"

A Buddha horn sounded, and the figure in front of the Buddha stood up, and then slowly turned around, who was Zhang Liang who was not in retreat.

Opposite him, the faces of Cangsong Dao people flickered in the firelight, flickering and darkening.

Cang Song didn't answer this question, but instead flashed out of the temple and said, "I don't want to destroy this temple and kill this person, and then come out to fight for life and death!"

Zhang Liang glanced at the woodcutter Li Er, but did not speak, his figure flashed out of the temple, and stood facing Cang Song, Cang Song's face seemed to be much older, obviously he knew the news of Wan Jianyi, his mood changed a lot.

"Fa Xiang, I didn't expect you to grow to such a point after not seeing you for ten years!" Cang Song held the sword in his hand, staring at Zhang Liang in front of him with blazing eyes, and did not hide the cold killing intent on his body at all.

Snow, slowly falling.

After a while, the two of them were covered with snowflakes, but neither of them performed a shocking trick to melt the snow away.

"Amitabha, the donor's obsession is too deep, it seems that he is destined to not be able to pass the hurdle in his heart!"

Zhang Liangbao looked dignified, and there was a chaotic light flashing on his body from time to time, looking from afar, it was like the starry sky of the vast universe.

"Hahaha, if there is no trace of obsession in your heart, what is the point of living in this world?" Cang Song laughed twice, he understood that his obsession was very deep, and because of Senior Brother Wan's affairs over the years, he had become inhuman, and he was not a demon.

However, he has never regretted it, he wants to let those who are ruthless to Senior Brother Wan get the retribution they deserve, this is his obsession, the obsession that has never changed from beginning to end.

Why wasn't it Dao Xuan who was given death in the first place? Why did Senior Brother Wan bear the consequences of all this? Why did he live in the ancestral hall all his life?

Cang Song hated all this, he resented Dao Xuan's coldness, and resented the cold eyes of the first peak of Qingyunmen, which was like a demon seed, rooted in his heart, and slowly grew into a towering tree of resentment.

Zhang Liang seemed to know the resentment in Cangsong's heart, he didn't speak, because he had nothing to refute, and he didn't feel the need to refute.

People, after all, still have obsessions.

This is true of him, and of anyone else in the world. 8)