Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses, the sunset, broken intestines are at the end of the world.

The mountain rain gradually subsided, from the direct stream to the drizzle, the distant sky revealed a yellowish sunset, and occasionally a faint stream flowed from the eaves, telling the tranquility after the rainstorm.

If there are passing merchants who are in a hurry to go home to see their wives at home, they have already braved the drizzle and walked on the muddy path to that warm hometown.

The temple on the mountainside is calm again, and from time to time the songbirds in the mountains stand on the red tiles and sing a cappella.

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to be in a hurry, sent off the old man in Tsing Yi, and returned to his lazy appearance again, with a dead grass in his mouth, his eyes looked at the things in the temple with interest, and finally his eyes were fixed on the Buddha statue that had long been dilapidated.

Qingyun on the side was calm as usual, occasionally looking at the rain outside the window, turning his head to look at the young man in Tsing Yi in the temple, and muttering: "Fu Mo is sick, and illness is not rain." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to be tired of lying down, stretched his lazy body, slowly walked to the Buddha statue, learned the appearance of Qingyun, and saluted the Buddha statue respectfully, but his mouth was chanting: "Lord Buddha, you may be offended a lot later, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame that sneaky guy." ”

A red shadow trembled slightly in the darkness, and the silence disappeared into the darkness again.

After worshipping the Buddha, the young man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the Buddha statue, sorted out the Tsing Yi that was already full of mud on his body, and said lightly: "Haven't you come out yet? If I can't control the sword intent in my hand later, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Hearing this, Qingyun's eyes condensed slightly, as if he had nothing to do, and finally quietly stared at the black shadow behind the Buddha statue.

The temple is still calm, Qingyun has already stopped the trivial things in his hand, the young man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly, and the white jade sword in his hand flickered slightly.

A snow-white sword suddenly appeared above the black shadow, slashing straight towards the black shadow, like a swimming dragon like the sea, and even more like the beginning of thunder.

A red light appeared in the black back, and it collided with the white sword qi.

With a bang, a strong wind dispersed, and a red-shirted child walked out of the black back.

The child was dressed in a red shirt, with round eyes on his round head, a swollen belly under his round head, a pair of red boots with a cloud pattern under his bulging belly, and two white arms stretched out on both sides of his round belly, with a pair of red bracelets engraved with flames on his arms.

The child's round eyes were full of fear, his little white hands were clenched tightly, the flame bracelet on his hand rotated slightly, and there was a slight mist under his feet.

"Whose child is left in this broken temple, follow me, and I will take you to your father and mother later. The young man looked at the nervous child and said lightly.

The child pursed his ruddy mouth tightly, his eyes were uncertain, but the fists in his hands were still firmly together, staring at the young man in green shirt and not speaking.

"What, don't you agree? Still don't want to leave?" The young man in the green shirt raised his head slightly, with a delicate face, and looked at the child in front of him with a smile, but the faint green light on his body flowed slightly.

"He won't go with you, maybe you can let your companion try, he looks more harmless. A faint old voice came from outside the temple.

Soon an old man walked out, dressed in a Taoist robe, but there was no ordinary Taoist fairy style and Taoist bones, Taoist appearance, Taoist robe was bright and bright, like a Taoist liar who did things like a rich and noble.

The old man in the Taoist robe held a wisp of snow-white dust in his hand, a peachwood long sword behind his back, and a pair of gray cloth shoes on his feet.

Looking at the old man in the Taoist robe in front of him, the young man in Tsing Yi's eyes changed slightly, and moved in the direction of Qingyun without a trace.

"Come out, the powerful man in blue cloth has already left in a hurry, as if something terrible has happened in the Yindu Ghost Sect. The old man in the Taoist robe sorted out a clean place, took out a futon out of thin air, sat cross-legged on it and said.

A slight sigh came from the darkness, and the scholar man called the ghost man walked out slowly, bowed to the old man in the Taoist robe, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi and said with a smile: "It turns out that Your Excellency is also a master, the kind that is very deeply hidden." ”

After speaking, the scholar laughed to himself, turned his head slightly to a green tree outside the temple and said, "Demon monk senior, how about coming out to meet the nobles?"

The green trees swayed wildly, and the leaves scattered everywhere were like drizzles in the air, fluttering and swaying and falling to the ground. The figure of the green tree slowly disappeared, and the monk with a kind face slowly walked towards the temple.

The ghost Confucian scholar smiled, his eyes looked out, his brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted to speak again.

"No need to shout, those two ghost envoy brothers and sisters have already rushed to the Yindu Ghost Sect. The old man in the robe stopped loudly.

The ghost Confucian man nodded slightly, and sat down opposite the old man in the Taoist robe with an elegant posture, and the monk with a kind face sat by the door, staring at the red-clothed young man in front of him, but the depth of his eyes was full of hatred and swept towards the young man in green clothes.

That year, the Yindu Ghost Sect completely declined, and a demon came out of the ground of Yindu, the sky fell apart, and the immortals who had never been seen in the ordinary world were in battle for a long time. It is said that in the end, the demon still escaped, and the Yindu Ghost Sect suffered countless casualties.

The old man in the Taoist robe squinted at everyone slightly, stared at the young man in Tsing Yi and said lightly: "If I let you leave now, will you be reluctant?"

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled honestly, bowed down to the man in the robe and said, "I don't know what's going on, where is there anything reluctant." It's just that you see that the demon slayer monk is only afraid that he is unwilling, and he accidentally teased people earlier, how can they let us leave like this now?"

The old man in the Taoist robe frowned slightly, and his dry right hand shook slightly, which was to know what had happened before.

"Then stay for a while, it's raining outside, it's better in the temple. The old man in the Taoist robe said lightly.

"Well, old fairy, can you tell me, what's going on?" The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, casually pulled Qingyun to sit aside, put the jade sword in his hand under his body, and looked at the old man in the robe lazily and asked.

"Anyway, it's all fate. It all started with this child. The old man in the Taoist robe said lightly.

The boy looked a little scary, his clothes were strange, his words were less, and he didn't see anything magical about it. The young man in Tsing Yi said curiously, his eyes looked at the red-clothed child in front of him again.

Hearing this, the child snorted coldly and threw away a cool look.

"This child is the spirit of the remnant picture, which depicts the sealing method of sealing the demon clan. The old man in the robe said calmly.

The ghost Confucian scholar nodded slightly, and the demon slayer monk silently recited Amitabha, and the red-clothed child showed a look of fear in his eyes.

"The soul of the seal?" said the young man in Tsing Yi thoughtfully.

The seal between heaven and earth is a formation formed by the power of heaven and earth, the momentum of the universe, and the time of the storm. It's just that the way of heaven is mysterious and mysterious, and in the underworld, some heaven and earth spiritual objects with spiritual wisdom are produced, and in the eyes of cultivators, it is the opportunity of heaven and earth for cultivation.

The seal has been fused with the origin of heaven and earth for a long time, and it will produce a magical consciousness that has the origin of heaven and earth, but also integrates the meaning of the seal, and the child in front of him is the sealing spirit of the demon sect sealing sect master.

The remnant picture is extremely important to the man in blue cloth, because the key to whether the sect master of the demon sect can come out is still in the method of sealing, as for this sealing spiritual sense, it is also something that the man in blue cloth has no time to take care of, and the matter of a ghost sect in Yindu is even more important.

The ghost Confucianism originally came to seal the spiritual sense, and the name of the ghost Confucianism was not an ordinary and righteous Confucian. Or the scheming of the city government is too deep, and the heroic righteousness of Confucianism is incomplete.

But if you swallow the sealing spiritual consciousness and temporarily seal the distracting thoughts in your heart, maybe the Confucian exercises will be completed as soon as possible.

The demon monk is a monk who has achieved great achievements in practicing Buddhist exercises, and he is in line with the practice of crossing the demon body of the Buddha and achieving the immortal law. It's just that there is a problem with the cultivation, and the demon monk's magic words are a little heavier.

If you have the sealing spiritual sense, you can't say that you will be able to return to the Buddha's path.

Qingyun stared at the red-clothed child in front of him, the reincarnation seal in his hand, as if he had sensed it, was actually running wildly, and a faint purple light condensed on his right hand. Qingyun clenched his right hand tightly and looked at the red-clothed child in front of him with vigilant eyes.

The red-clothed child glanced at Qingyun as if he didn't have it, and there was a slightly familiar feeling of Qingyun's feeling. Just looking at the tense atmosphere, the children just looked at the crowd as if they didn't know.

The mountains are cascading, and a slight mist shrouds the mountains and forests, and from time to time there are wild beasts on the mountains singing.

In a misty place in the mountains, a courtyard of a fairyland on earth sits in it.

A young girl dressed in white sat by the promenade of the courtyard, swaying her slender white legs slightly, looking at the lake at her feet.

As if she had made up her mind, the girl stood up slightly, and actually floated on the surface of the lake.

"Elder Liu, have the third grandfather left the sect?" asked the girl in white as she turned to the void.

An old man in gray walked out of the void, with a doting smile on his old face, a cane in his hand, and slowly walked to the white-clothed girl, and said in a low voice: "Three elders, they did leave the sect, and it is said that something happened to the Yindu Ghost Sect. It's just that the young lady plans to leave the sect now?"

"Well, I want to go out and have a look. Since the third grandfather is not in the sect, he will not disturb them first. The girl in white said softly, a happy smile on her face.

Where I don't want to disturb, I'm afraid that I am deliberately waiting for them to leave. Ever since I met that little monk in Shennong Valley, my young lady seemed to have lost her soul. The old man in gray who watched his young lady grow up, although he understood the reason, he was not optimistic, or he did not agree.

The young lady left the sect four years ago and was intercepted and killed by the enemy, and the old man in gray himself was dying. At the time of crisis, it was the little monk who took the young lady away.

The ordinary temple name of Qingshan Temple, the ordinary temple, but there is an extraordinary place. Even those who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in this world must be in awe of Qingshan Temple, let alone those who have been assassinated.

His young lady lived in the temple safely for a year, and the little monk had a girl on his back who had just learned to walk.

The gray-clothed old man still had a kind smile on his face, and he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

As if affirmed, the girl in white quickly turned around and ran towards an attic in the courtyard.

I thought about the young man in plain clothes, the little monk named Qingyun. I remember that he was not in good health and had to bring him a lot of good things.

The girl was running, white clothes were better than snow, and she was flying.

In the girl's heart, a bouquet of spring flowers bloomed, racing the most beautiful roses and fragrant plum blossoms.