Humming a mountain song in his mouth, the shopkeeper in this bistro in the wilderness leisurely carried a wooden square plate, on which a plate of side dishes and two bowls of rice wine were sent to the two guests outside the tavern. This tavern is a remote tavern located outside a remote village in a remote town, and there are not many customers throughout the year.

The shopkeeper came to this small village on a snowy day a few years ago, and lay under the cypress tree at the head of the village, and was piled up by the thick snow to form a living snowman. In the early morning of the next day, several children in the village were playing, and the little guy nicknamed "Huzi" was being pushed under the cypress tree by the little girl in red clothes in front of him, and stepped on the face of the "snowman" under the tree with a single step back. At that time, a half-human face suddenly appeared under the tree, and a few little guys thought that the snowman had become a sperm, and immediately cried and looked for their parents.

As a result, when several young men from the village arrived at the scene with "weapons" such as hoes and sickles, they saw a person standing up from the snowdrift and stretching. The man saw the group of people in front of him looking at him with strange eyes, and touched his bare head for no reason. Then, with his palms together, he bowed down to the few people in front of him, and said, "My name is Chen Xuannan, my Dharma name is Kuzen, and I used to be a monk. ”

People saw that his clothes did not look like a monk, and there was still a trace of heroism between his eyebrows, and he was not a native when he heard the accent. Most of them thought it was the son of the man who was in distress in the south, although he couldn't see that he was a good person, but he couldn't see that he looked like a bad person, so he ignored it and scattered. In the next few days, the young man named Chen Xuannan did not move under the big tree at the head of the village, and passers-by saw him either sitting with his eyes closed, or lying in the snow and falling asleep, or looking at the sky and distracted.

Until one day, a little girl in plain clothes with a small basket woven of green bamboo on her arm jumped past the entrance of the village. The town is called Lihua Town, located in Tianqian Prefecture, and the people in the northern region of Tianqian have believed in Taoism since ancient times. Pear Blossom Town is naturally no exception, so there are many Taoist priests who subdue demons and eliminate demons and seek talismans, but there has never been a monk who does not grow hair.

Because Chen Xuannan's appearance caused a lot of noise, the little girl also learned from the children in the village a few days ago that a strange person who called himself "monk" suddenly appeared at the entrance of the village. Therefore, I saw Chen Xuannan, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree with his eyes closed and reciting unknown scriptures in his mouth, dressed in white and not having "troubled silk". The little girl was very curious, so she approached her little face and stared at the monk curiously with two big eyes, but it seemed that the focus was on the monk's bald head. The bald head in white didn't seem to notice it, and after about half a pillar of incense, the little girl couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart and reached out to touch his head. At this time, Chen Xuannan also happened to open his eyes and saw the little girl's "immortal stroke" action, and then looked at each other,

"Female benefactor, what is this doing?" Chen Xuannan glanced at the small hand above his head and said.

Seeing this, the little girl in plain clothes didn't answer, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that she seemed to be doing something impolite, and she had obtained both stolen goods, so she could only disarm and surrender, and hurriedly withdrew her little hand hanging above Chen Xuannan's head. He also quickly removed his little face, and the scene in his eyes became the tip of his embroidered small cloth shoes, and there was a faint flush on his face, as if a child who had done something wrong was waiting for the judgment of adults. I remembered the white-clothed monk's face that made me a little jealous, and it was indeed a delicate face, whether it was a small town or a village, the little girl had never seen a man with such a look, and she couldn't help but think in her heart: "It turns out that a man can be so good-looking." So the flush that quietly appeared on his face deepened.

The white-clothed monk didn't speak, so the little girl bent down and pulled Chen Xuannan's arm when she saw this.

"Donor, what is this for?"

"Grandpa said that if you do something wrong, you must apologize."

"No need, donor. It's fine. ”

"No, I'll take you to my house to eat the dumplings I made."

Chen Xuannan refused again and again, unwilling to follow the little girl in plain clothes to leave.

This little girl in plain clothes is named Tang Wanchu, and she is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year. I grew up in this village for as long as I can remember, and I lived with my grandfather. Grandpa opened a tavern, and although there were few customers, the adults in the village were happy to have a few drinks in the tavern. But Mr. Tang's physical condition has become more and more weak in recent years, and he is bedridden many times, coughing up blood every time. The little girl was also sad for several days, and invited the best doctor in the town to come to the house to diagnose her grandfather, and the old doctor in the town, who had about half a hundred, shook his head and sighed again and again when he saw the illness of the old man surnamed Tang, and gave Tang Wanchu a prescription to cure the cold and left the village. The little girl was overjoyed, thinking that as long as she gave her grandfather medicine according to this prescription, her grandfather would get better quickly. Fangzi's medicinal materials are not unusual, most of them can be collected in the mountains near the village, and although a few medicinal materials cannot be collected in the mountains, they can also be bought in the town's pharmacies. Therefore, Tang Tang often went up the mountain to pick some back, and most of the medicinal materials were kept by Tang Tang for the old man Tang to boil medicine to drink, and more was sold to the pharmacy in the town, and the few copper plates sold were all kept for the old man Tang to buy the remaining medicinal materials.

After about half a burnt incense, Tang Wanchu really had no way to take the donkey monk, "hummed", and returned home with his small basket, leaving the white-clothed monk alone to sit under the tree and touch his bright head.

From that day on, every evening, there would always be a petite figure at the entrance of the village carrying his own small basket to "disturb" the white-clothed monk. Most of the time, the plain-clothed girl gave the white-clothed monk some food.

At first, the white-clothed monk said that he would not accept the little girl's gift of food, but after a long time, perhaps he was used to the little girl's daily jumping experience, and gradually stopped refusing.

"Monk, what's your name?"

"Chen Xuannan."

"Monk, where is your home?"

"The female benefactor, the poor monk doesn't know."

"What a female benefactor, the female benefactor is ugly to death. My name is Tang Wanchu, you can call me Xiaowan! ”

"Monk, why did you come to our village?"

"Monk, why are you always under this tree?"

"Monk, will you ......?"

......

At this time, at the stone platform under the Soul Abyss, Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao stood on the stone platform and looked at the clouds and mist above. Beneath the clouds resembles a cliff, with only a heavy mountain wall behind the stone platform, and only a wasteland with no more dry bones around it. The two searched for a long time, but they could not find a way to get them out.

It was pitch black under the stone platform, and there was no bottom in sight, and the two of them did not dare to go down rashly.

"People who used to come here shouldn't all sit here and die?"

Yang Zhao sat down with a melancholy expression.

Zhou Qingwan looked at the abyss below him again, sighed, and sat down.

Zhou Qingwan put the sword aside, and he sat cross-legged, quietly running the Taiqing Condensing Divine Sutra.

Zhou Qingdui's aura was a little disordered at this time, but it was still within the range that Zhou Qingdui could control. Previously, Zhou Qingdui only wanted to find the exit quickly, so he didn't adjust his state. But now it is obvious that he can't get out for the time being, and Zhou Qingdui will not waste such time.

As a secret treasure of the Daomen, the Taiqing Condensing God Sutra is not only used for breathing and practicing qi, but also for stabilizing the mind and spirit, and driving away evil spirits and avoiding demons.

Zhou Qingdui was disturbed by the fierce qi contained in the true qi before, although there was no major problem at this time, but if he did not stabilize the restless evil qi in his body in time, I am afraid that there would be endless troubles in the future.

Zhou Qingdui continued to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and was not affected.

It is enough to prove that there is no problem with the heaven and earth aura of this heaven and earth, but why can't Yang Zhao urge the true qi in the clouds and mist above?

This made Zhou Qingdu, who had just stepped into the path of cultivation, puzzled.

Yang Zhao on the side also stretched out his hand to feel the aura of this heaven and earth at this time, and suddenly his face changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Zhou Qingdui."

Yang Zhao turned his head and called out to the young man who was meditating and cultivating beside him.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Qingdui opened his eyes, and after his breath was normal, he turned his head to look at Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao stood up, his face showed joy, patted Zhou Qingdu's shoulder, and said, "Zhou Qingdui, I know how to get out?" ”

Zhou Qingwan was a little puzzled: "What did you find?" ”

A flash of fire came out of Yang Zhao's fingertips and swiped twice in the air. The space in front of Yang Zhao suddenly fluctuated, and Zhou Qingdui also saw this subtle fluctuation.

"I guess there's a blessed place here! The builder of this place did not know that he had used a certain formation, which not only isolated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and made it impossible for people to operate the true qi, but unless he cultivated to be comparable to the master of this place, he could hardly get out through normal means. However, the stone platform here has a strong aura of heaven and earth, and generally this situation occurs, it must be that there is a spiritual vein hidden in the ground or there is a cave blessed land under a certain formation. At first, I wasn't sure. It wasn't until I used my family's family fire just now that this space fluctuated. Although my family's Dao fire is strong, it is impossible for me to shake the space with my cultivation. Unless this space is extremely unstable, it is impossible for ordinary spiritual veins to make the space tremble, so I am sure that there must be a cave here. But if this space is only to cover up another dimension, it can be explained. ”

Yang Zhao explained his guess to Zhou Qingwan with a serious face.

The knowledge that Yang Zhao talked about was something that Zhou Qingwan had never heard of, which also made the young man listen to it very seriously.

After all, if you know more about walking the rivers and lakes, you should also have a better road.

After listening to this, Zhou Qingwan replied without hesitation: "So what should we do?" ”

didn't drag the mud and water, and didn't ask Yang Zhao what he didn't understand, the boy just asked what he should do.

Yang Zhao looked at Zhou Qingdui with some surprise and grinned: "There is a way to find the formation hidden in this place." ”

Zhou Qingwan lowered his head and thought about it when he heard this, but quickly said, "Does this count under our feet?" ”

Yang Zhao was taken aback, and his face was even more surprised. He looked down at the stone platform under his feet, and there were indeed a few vague ancient words in the dust.

So Yang Zhao squatted down, wiped the dust on the stone slab in front of him with his hand, blew it again, and stared carefully at the words that appeared for a long time.

After a while, Yang Zhao stood up and praised Zhou Qingdui: "Awesome, this is indeed a formation. ”

"But ......"

Yang Zhao suddenly changed his words, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

Zhou Qingdui asked, "Isn't this formation?" ”

Yang Zhao shook his head: "This ...... I'm not sure, but I want to say that I'm not going to break the formation! ”

Zhou Qingdu's face froze, and he only felt that the person in front of him seemed to be very unreliable.

Yang Zhao touched the back of his head with some embarrassment, and said, "Why don't you go down first, and I want to try it?" ”

Hearing this, Zhou Qingdui walked into the wasteland and looked at the young man in the Taoist robe on the stone platform.

After Yang Zhao waited for Zhou Qingdui to leave, a fire talisman appeared in his hand, and then this genius fire cultivator began to use fire to attack and slash with a knife to break the formation "method".

Zhou Qingdui was dumbfounded.

Of course, all this Yang Zhao did was in vain.

After seeing that the magic circle on the stone platform did not react, Yang Zhao sat on the ground panting tiredly.

There was silence for a long time, and finally Zhou Qingdui said softly: "Let me try." ”

After Yang Zhao heard this, he nodded and walked down the stone platform.

Then, under Yang Zhao's gaze, Zhou Qingdui stood beside the stone platform, did not step forward, raised his sword and cut his fingers, and one or two drops of blood fell on the stone platform on his fingertips.

After the three or two drops of blood fell on the stone platform, they turned into stars and merged into the stone platform.

The stone platform did not move, and Zhou Qingwan frowned.

Yang Zhao was also a little puzzled, where did Zhou Qingwan learn what kind of partial method.

In an instant, dust rose from the stone platform, covering the eyes of the two of them.

On the stone platform, a cyan streamer circulated on the stone platform according to a certain trajectory, and finally formed a cyan magic circle.

The array is in a circle, there is a cyan true dragon in the east, a white-haired tiger in the west, turtles and snakes in the north, and a sacred bird in the south.

All four elephants appeared.

In the center of the stone platform, a whirlpool is drawn.

When the dust cleared, Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingdui both saw the vision of this stone platform.