Everyone has curiosity, and Piaoranzi is no exception. Piao Ranzi stood in front of this landscape painting and was surprised, what kind of landscape painting is this, it is simply a fairyland map.

The clouds and mountains are misty, the flowing water is murmuring, the pines and cypresses are green, and the birds are flying. No, why is there a fairy in white standing on that hillside? Hey, this figure is so familiar, how can it look like a willow and a white ring?

The woman in white on the screen, with an ethereal figure, beckoned to him, clearly asking him to go. No! Piao Ranzi flashed a flash of inspiration, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly looked back, under the dim light, Ji Ling and other five ghost pawns were sleeping soundly, and there was a body sitting on the table next to him, oh, it was the body given to him by the old man playing chess in the ancient cave, and Piao Ranzi woke up.

He turned around, but the painting flew out of the tent and into the air. "Strange, where did this painting come from? The characters in it are still lifelike, why is that?"

The painting fluttered in the night sky. Piao Ranzi chased for a while, stopped, and the painting also stopped; Piao Ranzi chased two steps, and the painting moved rapidly, just like that, one after the other, walking and stopping, Piao Ranzi chased out of the barracks.

"Brother Tai, how is this painting?" Under the night sky, a bald monk stood in front of Piao Ranzi, in his thirties, with a green beard.

"Who are you, why did you lure me out late at night?"

"I am the presiding monk of Nanshan Temple, brother Tai, come and see, don't you know the person on this painting?" asked the monk holding the heavenly axis of the painting.

"Forgive me for being clumsy and not seeing clearly. Piaoranzi looked at it and shook his head.

"Take a closer look, I was entrusted by the person in the painting to come to look for you, don't you really remember?" the monk asked as he stared at Piaoranzi with a light in his eyes.

"Can you take a look at it for a while?" Drifting away, how can you see clearly under the night sky.

"You catch!" the monk waved his hand forward, and Piaoranzi took it in his hand and looked up carefully.

The monk stood beside Piaoranzi, stared at his face, and asked, "Can't you remember this woman?"

"Good noodles. Piao Ranzi replied, his eyes stared intently, and he thought to himself in his heart: just now I only looked at her figure, like a willow white ring, but her face was blurred, and she didn't look like her. Could it be Murong Yan? She is delicate, besides, she is still in the barracks, it won't be her.

"Brother Tai, I was entrusted by the person in the painting to come to find you. He is a close friend of yours, why have you forgotten? Now I am trapped in the Sixiang Pagoda of Nanshan Temple, and I want to see you. She said, if you can't think of it, forget it. Fate has been, what more can the husband ask for?" the monk folded his hands.

"Let me take a closer look. Piao Ranzi concentrated, his eyes shot out of essence, and he secretly thought to himself: This figure is so familiar, think about the woman she knew before her death, the first thing that comes to mind is Wu Huiyun, "Is it her?"

Indeed, the woman on the picture gradually became clearer, more and more like Wu Huiyun, her face was like a silver basin, her curved eyebrows were raised, and she was smiling at herself. Hey, after a thousand years, you are still the same?

"She, where is she now?" asked Piaoranzi, heartbroken, nodding.

"Brother Tai remembered?" the monk asked.

"How does she know I'm here? Where is she now? I'm going to see her. ”

"Brother Tai, yesterday the ** people joined the army, the soldiers in the military camp bought firewood and grass, and the woodcutters in the four mountains heard about it, and it was spread to the Nanshan Temple. The female benefactor heard that it was an old man and wanted to see you. "The monk said.

"Where is Nanshan Temple, and how far is it from here?" asked Piao Ranzi again.

"Our temple is more than ten miles away from here, not very far. If you want to see her, I can take you there. "The monk said.

"Alright, I'll go with you. Piao Ranzi rolled up the scroll, and the monk took it, "Brother, let's go and go back quickly, the female benefactor will teach me flying skills in order to let me arrive here early, let's go quickly." ”

After speaking, the monk raised his legs and flew in the air, and Piao Ranzi followed closely, with the wind whirring under his feet, and under the night sky, the trees in the mountains and fields swished past.

"It's here. The hour was not big, and Piaoranzi came to a temple, and the monk said: "The female benefactor is trapped in the pagoda in the temple, just like the white lady Bai Suzhen was trapped in the Leifeng Pagoda. Let's go in, and you see him. ”

"I wonder why Huiyun is trapped?" Piao Ranzi asked, "Didn't she worship under the Guanyin Gate?"

"Huiyun, Guanyin's ?、、、、、、 I don't know. She was trapped by a high monk, and I, the host, had ordinary mana and couldn't do anything. You will know when you enter the temple. "The monk said.

"Is that monk trapped?" asked Piao Ranzi.

"Fatian Zen Master, said that this female benefactor has no heart and sent her here to cultivate. After the monk finished speaking, he pushed open the temple door.

"Why is your temple deserted?" Piao Ranzi followed the monk into the mountain gate, and saw that there was no trace of life in the black hole.

"I am the only monk in this temple, and the Four Elephant Pagoda is in the back. The monk took Piaoranzi around the Daxiong Treasure Hall, came to the back of the temple, pointed to a pagoda and said, "Brother, the female donor is inside." ”

Piaoranzi came to the tower, saw the eerie inside, and asked, "Is Huiyun inside?"

"Of course, in the inside, the painting was handed to me in the evening. After the monk finished speaking, he walked to Piao Ranzi, pointed to a cave and said: "This is the entrance of the cave, every day she is here, look at the scenery outside the tower." ”

"She's suffering," Piao Ranzi's heart ached, Hui Yun didn't know why she was trapped here, she had to ask him clearly, so she could get him out.

"Donor, the person you were waiting for has come to see you. The monk shouted into the cave.

There was no response, and the monk shouted again.

Still no response.

"It seems that the benefactor is at the bottom of the tower," the monk said, pointing to the bottom of the tower.

"Huiyun, is that you?" Piao Ranzi shouted with his hands to his lips.

There is no echo.

"Maybe you're quiet, get closer, and yell inside. "The monk also came in front of the tower.

Piao Ranzi shouted again, but there was still no response.

"Brother, what's going on? No one in there agreed. Piaoranzi became anxious.

"Otherwise, you can go in and have a look. "The monk said.

"Okay," Piao Ranzi flew to the entrance of the cave, and was just about to drill into it, when suddenly, a chill hit, and it felt that something was wrong, and it was pitch black inside, not to mention, and it was surprisingly shocked.

"Why don't you go in?" said the monk.

"Is Hui Yun really in there?" Piao Ranzi wondered in his heart.

"Of course it's inside!" the monk said, walking behind him and laughing, "Why should I lie to you!"

"You go with me. How?"

"You Cowherd will weave girls, what do you have to do with my monk?" the monk smiled, raised his hand and pushed Piaoranzi, "You go in!"

"I'm not going!" The body of the floating ghost, pushed by the monk, half of his body fell into the tower, he suddenly realized that he wanted to fly out.

"You go in!" the monk pushed forward with both hands.

Piao Ranzi entered the tower, as if entering an invisible wall, only one hand was left outside, he wanted to struggle out, two hands scribbled, to grasp something or the tower wall, but he didn't expect to grab one of the monk's hands.

"Hahaha! You still want to come out!" The monk went to break Piao Ranzi's wrist with his other hand, and the force was extremely great, of course Piao Ranzi was unwilling to fall into the tower, and that hand grabbed it fiercely.

"you!" the monk shouted, breaking Piaoranzi's wrist and pushing it in. When Piaoranzi's hand was about to let go of the monk's hand, he grabbed it hard and scratched three scars on the back of his hand