The cat barked, and then climbed up the mountain wall with great speed, like a cloud of black smoke, and disappeared from Ji Xiao's sight in an instant.

Ji Xiao's heart tightened, and he suddenly thought about whether it would be Mu Qing who came. He said in a deep voice, "I'll go over and have a look." ”

The girl said, "Let's go together." ”

Ji Xiao pressed her shoulder and said, "You drink more, rest for a while." ”

When Ji Xiao said this, the girl also felt a little drunk. After all, she didn't use her strength to force out the strength of the wine, and this monkey wine is originally spiritual wine, ordinary people drink a small sip, and they have to get drunk for a day and a night, she is still sober, in terms of physique, she has surpassed countless ordinary people.

Ji Xiao's body turned into sword light, like a sharp arrow flying up to the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was bare, there was very little gravel, and he only saw a cat clutching a monk's robe.

The black cat meowed at him, and suddenly flew over Ji Xiao's head and jumped down the mountain.

Ji Xiao secretly said that it was not good, so he hurriedly flew down from the top of the mountain, and when he arrived on the platform, he didn't see Ji Sheng.

His heart sank, if his daughter left by herself, it was impossible for her to leave without saying a word. It would be terrible if someone took it. Although her cultivation is not as high as his, she has many powerful talisman treasures on her body, and it is difficult for Ji Yu to imagine what kind of person can do this.

The cat walked around the platform, its eyes showing a hint of confusion.

Ji Yu only thought of one person, so he asked the cat in a deep voice, "Did Mu Qing do it?"

The cat seemed to understand him and shook its head.

Ji Xiao said: "If it's not her, who will it be?"

Now that the twilight has gradually faded, looking at the western sky like blood, Ji Xiao feels very ominous, for fear that something will happen to his daughter.

He thought about the monk's robe that suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, and wondered if it would have something to do with Xiangguo Temple.

Ji Xiao pointed to the temple in the distance and said, "I'll go there and take a look, do you want to go together." ”

The black cat "meowed", and in the blink of an eye, it was on Ji Xiao's shoulder, and then fell asleep.

Ji Yu shook his head helplessly, and didn't drive the cat off his shoulder.

The melodious and clear bells of Xiangguo Temple are ringing to remind monks and pilgrims that twilight has fallen.

Everything seems to be normal, and as the night gradually opens, Sangokuji Temple returns to an almost primitive peace and calm. The Bodhi tree planted in the temple is swept by the breeze, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

The sound of the wind in the ears and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures seem to be absent, so that people can forget any earthly troubles.

But instead of gaining spiritual relief from the tranquil Zen, Ji Xiao became more and more anxious. It wasn't the first time he'd experienced this, the most recent of which happened in Sand City.

The cat on its shoulder is asleep, and it seems to be the existence that is truly transcendent from everything. When you are thirsty, you drink, when you are hungry, when you are sleepy, you sleep, you are not disturbed by external things, you live in the world, and you are far more at ease than anyone else.

Ji Xiao is a suffering being who has sunk in the world, he feels extremely bad now, there seems to be a gap in his state of mind that can face any situation positively in the past, and he doesn't seem to be as strong as he imagined.

I went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall where I entered the temple again, and now it was empty, only the solemn Buddha statue opened its eyes, with the charm of seeing through everything, and took pity on the suffering and red dust of the beings.

Ji Xiao looked at the Buddha's eyes, and the anxiety became more and more intense.

It was as if all the bad feelings started from the moment he saw the Buddha statue before. Until this time, when he looked into the eyes of the Buddha statue again, his anxiety was finally like a flood that opened the floodgates, wanting to completely submerge his reason.

The Heavenly Demon Qi ran silently, pouring from the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows into Ji Xiao's deep eyes. One of his eyes changed from a slight yellow to a complete darkness of the night.

The anxiety did not diminish in the slightest because of this change, but Ji Xiao's heart was not completely washed away by the flood of anxiety.

It's like grabbing a plank in a stormy sea, and having a temporary respite.

Ji Xiao can finally start thinking about what he is going through.

He looked closely at the Buddha statue, and suddenly the corners of the Buddha's mouth were hooked, revealing a strange smile. What he didn't know at this time was that the three words "Xiangguo Temple" on the plaque at the temple gate had been silently transformed into three bloody characters.

Blood drips from the plaque.

Ji Xiao didn't see this scene, but heard the sound of "tick, tick".

The sound was more beautiful than the sound of a monk knocking on a wooden fish, and it was full of an indescribable magic, like a mother's murmuring to a baby.

Ji Xiao walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and saw a monk passing by.

He approached the monk, and in as calm a tone as possible, said, "Master, please stay." ”

The weirdness of the right talent made him feel bad, so after seeing a living person, Ji Yu couldn't wait to ask.

The monk turned his head, making Ji Xiao secretly frightened.

The skin and flesh of the monk in front of him were all shaved clean, and it was just a white skeleton.

He seemed to be unaware of it and asked, "Donor, what's the matter with you?"

Different from the wooden pedestrians in the mirror domain of the Mirror Demon in Wild Sand City, this monk looked like a normal living person, and his tone was vivid.

Ji Xiao said in a deep voice: "Master, where is your flesh and blood?"

When the monk heard this, he lowered his head. He didn't seem to pay attention to his situation at first, and it wasn't until he listened to Ji Liao's words that he realized that he was just a skeleton.

He let out a terrible scream, as if he had been slashed by a thousand knives.

Strangely, his terrible cry did not attract other monks in the temple to come and check.

The white-skeleton monk rolled on the ground in pain, as if he had been tortured by a thousand knives before, but the feeling of pain only appeared at this moment.

If Ji Xiao didn't remind him, maybe he would never know that his flesh and blood had been scraped off.

What kind of ability is it that makes people be cut by a thousand knives without knowing it.

Ji Xiao pondered slightly, or was he experiencing a nightmare now?

The answer is unknown, only the sound of the cat's sleeping breathing, as if to prove to Ji Xiao that his experience is real and not false.

The night unconsciously takes away the last trace of sunset in the sky.

The night is silent, the stars are like water, there are no cicadas singing and insects, only the strange sound of the wind, and the shadows of the trees.

Ji Xiao began to explore the rest of Xiangguo Temple, and there were very few places where the lights were lit.

The huge temple is probably experiencing the loneliest night in thousands of years.

At this moment, there are only one person and one cat who can bring life to the temple, except for the Bodhi tree and the rest of the flowers and trees.

Closing the door again, this was the third room with lights that Ji Xiao had opened, and it was still empty.

He returned to the courtyard outside the Mahavira Hall, where the skeletal monk was still screaming, but his voice gradually lowered, as if he was about to die.