"How long are you going to stay here?" Shaoyang Zhenren said lightly, "Don't you want to go forward?" ”

The black stone carved with the "relics" of the Hayama saint was still lying quietly by the bridge, but the footsteps of the people could not stay any longer.

After all, every moment of time is precious now, the rain in the capital is still falling, and the news from the transmission note is that the flood has not crossed the mountainside. If this continues, the people will have nowhere to hide but to sink into the water along with the mountains.

The Hayama Sage, after all, had ascended a hundred years ago, and his stay in the ruins here only means that he had been here.

"Let's go into the temple." Rong Shuang clenched the long sword in his hand and took the lead to walk under the bridge.

Further down the stone bridge, the clouds and mist in front of the hall dissipated, and the hall hidden in the mist gradually became clear.

This is a ruined temple,

The breadth is extremely wide, at first glance, it is much larger than the main hall of the Taiyan faction, the corners of the corridors are carved everywhere, the eaves are exquisite, it is not like the Dharma Palace, but it is like the palace where the immortals in the nine heavens live, the golden palace is full of neon sheng, and the nine branches of the candles.

However, inside and outside the temple, there was a layer of gray color.

This temple is already very dilapidated.

It seems that many years ago, the people who lived here have left, leaving only this trace, reflecting the prosperity of the past.

"Do you feel the aura around you gathering in the middle?" Fu Ronghua said suddenly.

In fact, there is no need for him to say it, everyone also feels it at this moment. It was as if something in the temple was opening its mouth, desperately trying to absorb the aura around it. Their Yuan Force was involuntarily flying towards the middle, and the Yuan Force in everyone's bodies was gradually decreasing.

"It's more than that." Rong Shuang's expression was solemn, "I seem to hear it...... Hydroacoustics. ”

It was like a pouring rain pouring down from the sky, and like a long waterfall falling heavily from a hanging stone cliff, splashing in the stream, and the noisy sound came from the depths of the main hall, but there was no splash on the ground.

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but lift it.

It's a strange place.

"Do you want to move on?" Don't ginger urge impatiently.

"Let's go." Shaoyang is really humane.

It's all here, no matter how weird it is, you can only find out what it's about. Moreover, if a cultivator does not even have the courage to do so, he will stop here for the rest of his life, and it will be difficult for him to attain the great path.

Hairpin walked at the back, and Yami jumped at her feet, looking at her with some hesitation.

Yinlang Lion has always loved to run at the front, but this is the first time, and he hesitated.

The hairpin touched its furry head and said softly, "Let's go." ”

Bypassing the heavy curtains and crystal bead curtains, the eyes suddenly became wider.

This is a huge Dharma hall, but it is very different from the Dharma hall in the sect.

The hall was a warm circle, white on all sides, as if it was enveloped in nothingness. At the four corners of the Dharma Hall, there are four huge silver pillars, which soar into the sky.

Yes, this Dharma hall does not have a roof, and there is a vast white mist above. Floating and lingering.

But it is not right to say that it is a cloudy sky, above this cloudy sky, it seems that someone has pierced a corner, and from the corner, countless snow-white water has flowed down.

The sound of the water came from here.

However, the waterfall fell to the ground, but it did not stir up the slightest splash, and only splashed in the air for a moment, and then disappeared as smoke and dust. Stepping on the ground, it seems that a feeling of warmth reaches the body,

"Wojo." Shaoyang Zhenren suddenly spoke.

"Vojo?" Tian Fangfang was puzzled, "What is that?" ”

Gu Baiying looked at the water falling from the sky and answered his doubts: "Yi shoots for nine days, and falls into Wojiao." ”

Legend has it that the warrior Yi shot the sun, and the nine suns he shot fell into the sea and became Wojiao.

"The water is irrigated endlessly, and the rivers are poured into the sea but not surplus." Meng Ying muttered, "Could it be that this is the temple made of the Stone of Wojiao?" "Because it's so hot, the water hits Wojo and disappears immediately.

Otherwise, such a large torrent would be able to flood the main hall in an instant.

The sound of water was still there, but the hall was empty.

No, it is not right to say that it is empty, in the center of this hall, it seems that there are countless grids separated by a horizontal ruler, and at first glance it is easy to ignore, but if you look closely, you will feel that these grids divide the center of the hall into a chessboard.

In this chessboard, there are many small glowing statues.

Hairpin Xing's heart moved, walked to the small statues and squatted down, and looked at them carefully.

I don't know what the small statue is made of, it is warm and cold to the touch, like white jade, it looks like a shining light, the eyebrows are distinct, lifelike, only the size of a human fist.

The one in front of Hairpin Xing was an old man with his hair combed meticulously, with a rigid and tough expression, as if he was a little uncomfortable, holding a blood-colored long knife in his hand.

It's clearly just a small statue, and when the hairpin looks at him, it seems that he is looking at the old man from a distant time and space, and it seems that he can still get a glimpse of the cold and hard look in his eyes.

Next to this small statue, a few strong characters are engraved with the tip of a knife: empty Tan Laojun.

Hairpin Xing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who is the old man of Kongtan?" ”

"Kongtan Laojun?" Fu Ronghua looked at the Lingxin Daoist, "Isn't that the ancestor of your sect?" ”

At that time, the old man of empty tan and the sage of Yushan were the same masters as the capital, and their cultivation was on par, and when they were about to ascend, the sage of Yushan successfully ascended, but the old man of empty tan fell. Xu is jealous, and the Chihua Sect has been looking at the Taiyan faction up and down since then, and it is always yin and yang, and he often looks for faults everywhere. Liangzi, a knot is many years.

When Kongtan Laojun fell, no one saw it, only his disciples received his last words. And now, a small statue of Kongtan Laojun was found here.

Could it be that Kongtan Laojun has also been here?

Lingxin Daoren's expression was shocked, and he walked quickly to the statue of Laojun, Xu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Not only Kongtan Laojun, the other Rong Shuang said: "This is ...... A small statue of the soul dream master Zhuang Mengdie? ”

The young man on this small statue is very handsome, smiling at everyone, and a blue butterfly perched on his fingertips, opposite his smiling eyes, as if entering a good spring dream, reminiscent of flowers and spring willows, splendid and fragrant.

Fu Ronghua said in amazement: "Zhuang Mengdie is the first and only soul dream master in Duzhou. I heard that his spiritual power has been cultivated to the peak, and tens of thousands of people can be overturned in his dreams. It was also expected to soar back then. Later......"

"Then the man disappeared, and it was rumored that he had fallen." No, Jiang took the rest of his words. Seeing that the hairpin looked at him, Bu Jiang said nonchalantly, "I heard that this person is unparalleled and peerless, and I also wanted to see it back then." But then I heard that he was dead, so I gave up. Her gaze lingered on the small statue for a moment, "Seeing this small statue now, I want to come here with a good appearance, it's not a rumor." ”

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