Deep in a valley, clouds and mist stained the sky as milky white.

There are more than ten stone pillars in the clouds, and Xu Zhenren stands on a certain stone pillar with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance and not knowing what he is thinking.

A great black shadow appeared in the depths of the clouds, as if a mountain had suddenly appeared there.

The Zhenshan Divine Beast of Daomen, the Open Heaven Beast.

The clouds and mist suddenly stirred, and between light and dark, naturally formed several lines of vertical text, which appeared in front of Xu Zhenren's eyes.

It was the divine consciousness of the Heaven Opening Beast.

"I sensed that the immortal consciousness left by my ancestors was dissipating, although it was slow, but this was something that shouldn't happen, and I was worried."

Xu Zhenren still looked into the distance and said: "The dark building said very clearly, he is participating in Buddhism and studying scriptures in the Hanging Temple, maybe there is really a possibility of success." ”

If anyone could see the picture from above, they would know that she was looking southeast.

The Hanging Temple is over there.

The Divine Consciousness of the Open Heaven Beast soon appeared in the clouds again: "I'm going to kill him." ”

Xu Zhenren said: "The relationship between the Hanging Temple and the Sword Sect has never been clear, don't take risks. ”

Text appeared in the fog: "Do those little monks still dare to attack me?" ”

Xu Zhenren said: "You are the ancestor of my faction Zhenshan, and you are not allowed to leave according to the rules of the door, unless you give up your body." ”

The clouds were quiet for a moment, and a moment later a column of text reappeared.

"Enough to kill these little guys."

"No, because I don't believe he can refine the Immortal Urn, even if it ...... He is really the reincarnation of Jingyang. ”

Xu Zhenren said indifferently: "His realm is too low now. ”

……

Now that winter has arrived, spring has naturally followed.

With a cold spring rain, the trees in the Hanging Temple began to sprout.

Su Qingming and Lu Qian lived a peaceful life in the silver garden, and Shen Yunhai spent more time taking care of the vegetable garden, so naturally he did not forget to ask Su Qingming every day for advice on kendo.

Every few days, Lu Qian would go to the lecture hall to listen to the master's interpretation, and Ahri would often walk over, lying on the windowsill while basking in the sun while listening to the scriptures.

The monks were accustomed to seeing this Ahri, and they didn't think it was strange, and occasionally teased him, which always made Lu Qian very nervous, for fear that it would suddenly become fierce and seriously affect the relationship between the Sword Sect and the Hanging Temple.

Now Su Qingming rarely goes to the lecture hall, most of the time lying on the bamboo chair, in the company of the spring breeze and spring rain to do his own practice, the realm has not improved at all, but the feeling of Zen exercises and immortal urns is more profound.

One afternoon, when he opened his eyes and saw the green outside the wall, he realized that spring was in full swing, and he glanced at Ahri intentionally or unintentionally.

Ahri has long forgotten how many years he has lived, anyway, except for old guys like Yuan Turtle and Kaitian Beast, no one has lived longer than it, and this kind of thing has long been insulated from it, but spring sleepiness is still coming as scheduled, which shows that desire is not the most important thing in life, lying down is.

It hasn't rained for the past few days, the futon in front of the tower is very dry, and Shen Yunhai also spread some carefully selected fine grass for it, and it sleeps very comfortably, so that it sometimes even forgets the girl's knees.

It opened its eyes and woke up, looked at the sky a little dazedly, and suddenly remembered that in early spring last year, there seemed to be a few pieces of paper on this futon.

The same spring sun, the same spring breeze, the same spring, the same futon, just a few pieces of paper.

It subconsciously stood up and walked towards the outside of the silver garden, sniffing the smell wafting in the air, walking through the pond and the dense forest, the small bridge and the disciple's courtyard.

As the voices of the people around it grew, it jumped lightly onto the top of the wall, followed the shadow wall at the corner of the eaves to the middle of the Hanging Temple, and then jumped into the Tallinn.

There was a quiet meditation room in front of it, there was no one on the stone steps, and there was no one in the house, it was as quiet as a tomb.

Ahri walked up the stone steps, lay down in a circle, closed her eyes and began to sleep.

It didn't wake up until sunset, and wondered what was wrong with it.

Back in the silver garden, it lay back in front of the small stone tower and continued to sleep, but it could not close its eyes.

It was so troubled by a very inexplicable emotion that it didn't notice that Su Qingming was looking at itself quietly.

……

The Zen room has long since been empty.

There is one less fire foreman in the stove room of the former temple who rarely appears anyway, and the young man who basically did not appear is quickly forgotten, but there are two more monks, old and young, in the most heavily guarded retreat in the law hall. These two monks are naturally Mo Kill and the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld.

Mo Kill is more delicate after shaving, and even a little cute, while the old devil is more obscene after shaving, especially the red nose is more conspicuous, and it is boring to look at.

The old demon rubbed his nose and walked behind Mo Kill to look.

What he felt was obvious, since he knew that Su Qingming was in the Hanging Temple, Mo Kill had spent more time meditating and meditating, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The old demon noticed that there was a slight protrusion on the back of Mo Slay's neck, and it was slowly changing its position.

Then he smelled a very faint smell, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The smell is very light, not smelly but the smell is very uncomfortable, with the smell of rotting leaves, and it looks like old wood that has been left for many years.

The old demon knew that this physical body would not last for a few years, and he didn't know if the real person could find a way to make the divine soul and the physical body perfectly unify in ten years.

They had been in the Hanging Temple for many years, and that was the purpose.

The old demon's gaze fell in front of Mo Slay, and there was a piece of paper on the ground in front of the futon, on which a few lines were written.

Those words were written by Su Qingming.

The old devil doesn't understand, since you can't believe what he says about a real person, why do you put this piece of paper in front of you?

……

In the blink of an eye, it was another year, when the old and the new intersected, the power of heaven and earth was prosperous, and it was dark in the silver garden, and only Lu Qian's eyes could be seen.

She looked at Su Qingming intently.

Su Qingming opened his eyes, released the sword intent, stretched out his hand to dip the sword intent into ink, and wrote the next scripture.

This time, instead of putting his left hand directly into the text, he pondered for a moment, selected a few words from the scripture and reached out to pluck them.

There was a snap, and the fists and palms intersected.

His left hand lit up for a moment, then returned to normal, and in an instant, life and death were already in a cycle.

Su Qingming closed his eyes again, and it took a long time before he opened them again, and said to Lu Qian, who didn't know when he came to him: "It's okay." ”

Lu Qian bowed to him.

Su Qingming said: "There are still no red envelopes." ”

Lu Qian smiled slightly, and then said seriously: "I can break through the realm." ”

Su Qing looked at her quietly and said, "I think it's more stable, wait a few more years." ”

Lu Qian was a little puzzled.

Her Wandering Wilderness Primal Realm has been completely stabilized, and the Dao Heart Sword Intent has reached the peak state of the fullest, so why wait?

Su Qingming didn't explain, she was a little dissatisfied, so she didn't sit down this time.

……

Under the Yuntai tree, there are still those simple fruit plates, only stained with half a wisp of wine-scented cups, and there are not even leftovers.

Li Shu walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the scattered clouds, thinking that since only senior brother likes to eat grilled fish, then I won't make it for you in the future.

Senior Brother Shanyuan has been in retreat for two years, what kind of Taoism is he practicing? Su Qingming, where are you doing?

In the spring, she finally wrote a letter to the Sword Sect, and then received a reply from Hu Yunyao, who was vague in the letter, obviously hiding something.

She turned to look at the fruit bowls and wine glasses on the table, thinking about these things, and felt bored.

……

Seon-yeon is still digging a hole in the ground.

Nothing else.

……

The clouds and mist shrouded, the figure of the Heavenly Beast loomed, and the divine consciousness fluctuated, and the words appeared.

"I feel that he has refined some more, and if you don't stop him as soon as possible, not only will your idea not be realized, but it will bring him supreme benefits."

Xu Zhenren stood on the stone pillar and stood in the wind, looked at the direction of the Hanging Temple and was silent for a while, and said, "I said that according to the door rules, you can't leave Zhongzhou. ”

The Heaven Beast appeared in the clouds and mist: "I can walk in incarnation." ”

Xu Zhenren said calmly: "You in the suppression realm, your supernatural powers are less than one percent of the body. ”

A line of text quickly appeared in the clouds.

"But enough to kill him! And although my divine powers are suppressed, my divine body is immortal, and no one can hurt me! ”

Xu Zhenren retracted his gaze and said, "No." ”

"Canglong died because of him, I must kill him! Now that you've lost your mind, it's time to do what I do! I won't let him have half the possibility of refining the immortal urn, otherwise if he gets those immortal qi, it will be a big disaster in the future! ”

The Sky Beast was furious.

The clouds and mist in the depths of the valley rolled restlessly.

The words that appeared, like knives, were extremely sharp, full of extremely strong killing intent.

……

Time passes faster than the poet's pen.

Before you lament the dead, what should be gone is gone.

In the blink of an eye, it has been five years since Su Qingming and Lu Qian came to the Hanging Temple.

Recently, Su Qingming has become more and more silent, his face has become more and more pale, but his eyes have become brighter and brighter, and there is a touch of gold hidden in the depths of his eyes, which adds a bit of a strange taste to that beautiful face.

In a few days, it will be another New Year.

That night, Su Qingming would write the last scripture and try to completely refine the immortal urn.

If he succeeds, the infinite immortal energy in the immortal urn will belong to him.

If he fails, he will be devoured by the immortal sense, and he may become a puppet of the Dao Sect at any time.

Lu Qian never understood that Su Qingming did not agree with her breaking through the realm, but she kept speeding up the speed of refining immortal sense, even at the expense of a large number of sword elements and divine souls.

What is he anxious about?

This New Year also has a special meaning for the Hanging Temple.

Zhang Xiang will come to repay the vows on behalf of His Majesty the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty.

This is something that happens every year, but this year's scale and level are much grander.

Su Qingming didn't understand what was going on, and it wasn't until he listened to the sigh of the great monk that he remembered that he had been gone in the small stone tower for three hundred years.

Looking at Su Qingming's pale face and the golden touch under his eyes, Lu Qian was silent.

It wasn't quiet in the silver garden, and there was a cough from time to time.

Shen Yunhai took the third broom he made this year, sweeping the residual snow and debris on the ground, his face was also a little pale, and he coughed twice from time to time.

The winter of the past few years has been a little cold, and the Hanging Temple will snow, and the conflict of true qi in his body has become a little serious.

Ahri walked into the garden, his eyes going back and forth on the pale faces of Su Qingming and Shen Yunhai, full of pity.

This is not a good time for the master and servant, but Lu Qian is the opposite. She has grown a lot whiter, with two healthy reds on her face, looking like an apple, blown, tender and delicious, completely different from the short-haired and dusty girl on Jian Feng at the beginning.

Ahri walked slowly to the porch, jumped onto the wooden floor, stepped on her knees, stretched her body, rubbed her face, and then carefully lay down in her arms.

The Hanging Temple is the largest temple in the world, it pays attention to the meditation of the Buddha, and the status in the hearts of mortals is extremely lofty, before the New Year's Day, the surrounding villagers naturally dare not use firecrackers to disturb the peace of the masters. There was no sound of firecrackers, but the smell of the New Year wafted from far outside the temple......

Some are pork ribs, some are pickled fish, and some are newly slaughtered pigs.

Even outside the world, even if there is a great array of Zen Buddhism, it still can't stop these red dusts, whether it is cultivation or meditation, the reason why it is difficult is this.

There are several teams in the Great Wilderness that are heading towards the Hanging Temple like these flavors.

This year is the 300th anniversary of the death of His Majesty the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty, and the royal family sent a delegation to leave Chang'an City.

The first emperor abdicated and faked his death, and finally died in the Hanging Temple, which was one of the biggest secrets of the Li Dynasty, and the number of envoys was naturally small, except for the cavalry who accompanied them, there were only two real officials. The official next to Zhang Xiang looked very calm and calm, and he didn't know which prince's son he was.

Only the Hanging Temple, the Daomen, the Sword Sect, the Hidden Moon Sect, and the Haixia School Palace know about this matter, and they will also send representatives according to the old practice, but it has been three hundred years, and it is not a big deal, so it is good to send young disciples to Shangzhu Xiang to chat about it.