Bei Mingxuan, who entered the secret cave of the Buddha's belly, did not quickly attract everyone's attention. A group of monks knelt down to the empty mountain that had passed away and recited the Heart Sutra silently. Ah Ying also stared intently at the empty mountain on the stone platform with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Shadow?"

Bei Mingxuan's voice was very small, but it made everyone in the cave alert that there was another person from the Demon Sect here!

All the monks looked at Bei Mingxuan in shock, and Ah Ying suddenly turned around and blurted out: "Xuan." ”

A man showed a long-lost smile on his face, and said happily: "Brother Xuan." ”

Bei Mingxuan did not take the monks of the Temple of the Past in his eyes at all. ran to Ah Ying and Ah Man's side, rubbed Ah Man's little head with joy, and then saw Ah Ying from head to toe, and after seeing it before, he sighed in a deep voice: "...... have lost weight."

He said very seriously: "Sister Ying, I heard along the way that you killed the Elder Spirit of the Broken Cloud Pavilion a few days ago, and you had a difficult time with the Temple of the Dead, but is there such a thing?"

Ah Ying looked at Bei Mingxuan's soft gaze, and after a moment, shook his head coldly.

"Brother Xuan, my sister has never killed anyone, someone must be secretly playing tricks and trying to frame my sister. Aman looked anxious, and tightly tugged on Bei Mingxuan's sleeve, as if everyone in the world could not believe it, but you must believe it!

Bei Mingxuan only looked at Aman with a smile and nodded heavily.

The body of Master Sorayama was not transported out of the cave, but remained here forever with the thousand Buddhas he carved during his lifetime.

By the time a group of people got out of the secret cave of the Buddha's belly, it was already dusk. The Master of Bitterness bowed deeply three times to the inside of the cave, and the entrance of the cave was sealed, and the three hundred years of time were permanently sealed here......

A blue light lit up in the twilight, and he came to the back temple.

The person who waited for Bei Mingxuan to recognize it was Yu Qianqian, and hurried forward.

Seeing that Yu Qianqian's face was pale and her tears had not dried, she was obviously sad again. Bei Mingxuan cautiously asked, "How is it, can I catch up with your father?"

Yu Qianqian wanted to cry without tears, and shook her head silently.

Bei Mingxuan was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

......

Manhai is in a hidden corner away from the Temple of the Afterlife.

Yu Wan Mountain descended from the sky and fell on the fluffy yellow leaves that spread all over the ground.

In front of him, a man in white stood with his hands in his hands. The man always had his back to Yu Wanshan, from head to toe, except for the black silk of the shawl, almost all of them were snow-white. Just looking at this back, there is an indescribable handsome, extraordinary atmosphere!

The man rebuked Yu Wanshan, who had just arrived, in an extremely dissatisfied tone: "Didn't I tell you that you can't act without my order, do you take my words as wind in your ears?"

Yu Wanshan said: "But today is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! There is civil strife in the Temple of the Dead, and there is a ghost sect to help!"

The man in white suddenly wanted to turn around, but he stopped, and said in a deep voice: "What you do today is like assassinating Bei Gu Feng that day, you can't hold your breath!"

Without hearing Yu Wanshan's answer, he said again: "If you want to make a comeback and destroy the desert, you must listen to me!"

Yu Wanshan suddenly felt that something was grabbed in his throat, his feet did not touch the ground, he couldn't breathe, and hurriedly nodded to the man in white and surrendered.

The man in white suddenly retracted his strength, listened to the voice of Yu Wanshan sitting on the ground, kept wheezing, and said, "It's good that you understand!"

"Also, today your daughter and the young master of Tianmo rushed to the Temple of the Dead, just to find you, have you met?"

Yu Wanshan thought that when he came, a blue light behind him chased after him quickly, and it was his daughter Qianqian. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he deliberately spared a large circle to throw it away, and his heart suddenly ached, and his expression was sad.

Fortunately, the man kept his back to him and did not notice it. He quickly regained his composure and said, "We didn't see each other. ”

The man's tone became calm, and he seemed to smile: "Brother Yu, if you become a big thing, just put these things down for the time being." Wait for the next day when you will regain your former vigor, and then take Miss Yu back to the wilderness generously, why not?"

Yu Wanshan's heart was sour, but he still replied with a smile: "What the adults said is very true!"

......

Inside the temple behind the temple of the dead end

Ah Man came to Yu Qianqian and Bei Mingxuan's side, and saw that the evil lady who was flying in the past had a sad complexion, and her eyes were shining, and there was an indescribable schadenfreude, he dragged Bei Mingxuan and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"She was deceived by the people closest to her. ”

Aman pretended to understand very well, and made an "oh oh" sound.

"Brother Xuan, if you come here this time, won't you leave me and my sister?"

Bei Mingxuan looked down at those extremely eager eyes, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know how to answer.

At this moment, the old man's voice sounded: "Dare to ask the donor, but is it the young master of the Demon Sect Heavenly Desert?"

Bei Mingxuan saw that the bitter master who was speaking was holding a rosary bead and his face was not good, so he put away his smile and said cautiously: "Yes!"

"Since you are a disciple of the Demon Sect, you don't want to let Lao Gu do it if you don't stay in my Xuanmen Immortal Temple for a long time?" The air flow under his body was secretly flowing, and the swaying monk's clothes were suppressed.

Bei Mingxuan wanted to say something, but saw Ah Ying take half a step and said clearly: "He is, friend." ”

The erect body of the bitter pleasure master fell again in Ah Ying's clear voice, and became an old and frail old man. He stared straight into the depths of Tallinn and walked slowly.

He only deliberately paused for a moment when he passed in front of Bei Mingxuan. There was just a simple pause, without any words or eye contact.

The night is long.

It's enough to tell the mysterious past three hundred years ago.

In the Jingzhai Pavilion, Ah Man told the story that he had never experienced, Ah Ying was listening, Bei Mingxuan was listening, and Yu Qianqian was listening.

When it came to the hegemonic body and the art of immortality, Bei Mingxuan didn't have much of a surprised expression, but his gaze at Ah Ying changed from gentle to solemn.

"So...... You're Ah Ying...... Or is it Bai Qing?" Bei Mingxuan asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Shadow. ”

On the second day, the morning sun rises, and the gentle sound of the bell seems to carry ancient magic, awakening all things that have been sleeping all night.

Bei Mingxuan, who had just opened his eyes, was shocked, he looked around left and right as if he had lost a treasure, and his expression became more and more nervous.

Except for Yu Qianqian and Aman, who fell asleep peacefully, there was indeed something missing.

He quickly went out, and when he saw that Ah Ying had not walked far, he immediately chased after him, "Sister Ying!"

Ah Ying deliberately slowed down and waited for him to come over, and called his name in the bottom voice: "Xuan." ”

The morning breeze swept through the ancient yellow-leaved tree, and the yellow leaves swept down from the sky, passing through the silk hair.

A smile appeared on the corner of Bei Mingxuan's mouth, and he glanced at Ah Ying's side face. He even felt glad that Ah Ying had lost the memory of three hundred years ago and forgotten the pain.

"Sister Ying, are you going to resign?"

Ah Ying suddenly stopped, and looked at Bei Mingxuan with clear eyes, faintly feeling of disbelief. It was as if his mind had been guessed by him.

"Yes. ”

"Then you're looking for something that has been seized by the Demon Cult...... Or do you want to track down the murderer who framed you?"

Ah Ying didn't answer, his gaze stopped on the fallen leaves in the distance for a moment, and then he slowly retracted his gaze and stared at Bei Mingxuan, "You will, accompany me, right?"

The smile on Bei Mingxuan's face disappeared little by little, and in the end, even he didn't know what kind of look to show.

Ah Ying slowly raised his steps and walked out for a moment, and Bei Mingxuan silently caught up, but he didn't dare to look at her again.

The two finally came to the Bitter Joy Master's Meditation Temple, which was as quiet as usual.

However, before they entered the house, they saw the little monk walking out of the house to greet them.

"I, I want to see, Master of Bitterness. ”

The refuge bowed and said casually, "Master received a secretary this morning, and left the temple in a hurry, saying that he would come back tomorrow. He specially explained that if the donor has something, he will come back tomorrow. ”

Ah Ying and Bei Mingxuan bid farewell to the little monk and walked to the giant Buddha of the back temple. Along the way, Bei Mingxuan only followed behind Ah Ying and was silent.

I don't know how long it took to finally break this silence. The moment Bei Mingxuan raised his head, Ah Ying turned around. The two shouted each other's names at the same time very tacitly. The words of both of them were unspoken.

"Xuan, in the cave, see you again, here suddenly, there is a beat. Ah Ying's expression did not change, and he only pointed his finger at his left chest.

It took Bei Mingxuan a long time to react, showing an embarrassed but polite smile.