Nanchen saw the scar man running down the mountain, he also wondered where he came from, he actually beat the scar man away so easily, Nanchen thought of that round of Qianying, could it be that she helped him defeat the scar man?

"Big brother, I don't know how to thank you, my name is Fan Bai, what is the name of Big Brother?" Fan Bai blinked her big eyes and hurriedly asked, she didn't expect that the brother in front of her was a stunt and could easily beat away Wu Lian's person, and in her eyes he was a master.

Nanchen replied simply because he still had important things: "Nanchen, little sister, I still have urgent things to do, you go down the mountain and pay attention to safety." After Nanchen finished speaking, he hurriedly walked in the direction of the east hall.

Looking at Nanchen's back, Fan Bai said to himself: "I have finally found someone to restrain Wu Lian, sister, I will definitely ask this brother for help to get our family out of the control of Wu Lian's demon grasp." Fan Bai was glad in his heart, but felt that Nanchen's tone was very cold to her, could it be that he was still angry about what happened yesterday?

Nanchen followed Qianying to the east hall, there is a shrine on the north wall, and the middle of the shrine is carved with the sign of "Tianjing Guanzu's position", and a portrait of a Taoist in Tsing Yi is hung on the shrine.

A female Taoist dressed in a green robe, with a bun and a jade hairpin on her head, with a dignified demeanor and excellent demeanor, stood on the pavilion with beautiful eyes, thoughtful.

When Nanchen saw this portrait, he stood quietly under the portrait, raised his eyes to stare at the woman on the portrait, and felt that between the woman's eyebrows, there was an amiable warmth, and the softness and warmth flowed into his heart.

Qianying looked at Nanchen's expression and didn't disturb his attention, and after a while, Nanchen turned to look at Qianying and said, "I want to incense this Dao Ancestor, can I?"

"Nanchen, what you want to do now is entirely up to you. Qianying's words were very clear, everything was according to his own ideas.

Nanchen came to the shrine, and when he was about to take out the incense from the incense box, he saw the incense burner in front of the shrine, which was a square copper incense burner, and the mouth of the furnace was covered with a piece of glass.

Seeing through the glass inside the incense burner, there seemed to be a piece of incense lying inside, but it had been presented in powder form on the ashes, Nanchen remembered the words of the old man, but this powdery cut incense, how did he light it?

When Nanchen was hesitating, a soft voice came from behind him: "Nanchen, do you know what this Dao Ancestor old man is looking forward to in the distance?"

Nanchen looked up at the hanging portrait, and there was a hint of anxiety in the woman's eyes, what was she looking forward to? Nanchen couldn't come up with a clue after thinking about it.

"Pan'er returns!" Just as Nanchen was meditating, the trembling voice of the shadow behind him came.

His contemplative expression froze, and then his brows furrowed and his eyes closed, trying his best to control the momentum of grief, and two lines of hot tears flowed out in an instant.

Nanchen gently moved the glass away, and the more he controlled his sorrow, the more tears kept overflowing.

"Mother, Chen'er is back today!" Nanchen said silently in his heart.

He wanted to ignite the powdered incense powder to fulfill his mother's wish for the return of her child.

At this time, a gust of breeze swirled in from the entrance of the east hall, brushed Nanchen's tear-stained face, rolled up half of the incense powder in the incense burner, fused Nanchen's tears into a piece of fragrance, and quietly lay in the incense burner to dry.

There seemed to be a mother's voice in his ears: "Chen'er, no..." Nanchen wanted to touch the breeze with his hand, but the breeze had already dispersed, and his mother's words had disappeared before he could finish.

With a "bang", Nanchen lit the match, picked up the broken incense of the incense burner and lit it, and a wisp of green smoke rose, rekindling the rest of the eternal mortal dust.

"Senior brother, who is burning incense in the east hall?" asked from outside the hall.

"The pilgrims who go to the east hall to pay homage to the ancestors, and the junior brother dares to ask?"

Nanchen knelt on the ground facing the portrait "Puff", knelt and kowtowed three times, and the golden string in his heart was trembling.

"Mother, wait for Nanchen to come back..."

got up and looked at Qianying, who was facing away from him, and said softly: "Qing Yao, let's go!"

A screen of mist softly surrounds his body, Nanchen feels himself slowly rising, and then the figure disappears.

After a while, an old Taoist leader walked into the main hall, led many disciples to the east hall, and saw the half-cut incense burning in front of the statue of the ancestors, and then led the disciples to bow down.

Suddenly, the whole hall chanting sounded, several small Taoist priests hurriedly refused the pilgrims, the gate of the patio temple was closed, the door posted a notice, chanting for three days, and the visitors were refused.

Nanchen, who looked at the small mountains, the sound of the whirring wind sounded in his ears, his eyes stayed in the South Valley, and as the distance got closer and closer, he still couldn't help but speak: "Qing Yao, can I go down and have a look?"

As soon as his words fell, he felt his body gradually fall, and a soft voice came from his ears: "Nanchen, what do you want to do, do it according to your will." ”

Nanchen, who landed steadily, looked around the green South Valley, and the scene felt so familiar everywhere, he walked towards a big bluestone under the rock wall, closed his eyes and quietly felt something beside the bluestone.

His heartstrings trembled, and a heart-wrenching scene appeared in his mind, Nanchen in silence took off his coat, gently covered it on the bluestone, and read: "It's a little cold in the morning and evening..."

Nanchen turned and walked towards the cave, where he gazed at the notches on the rock wall, climbed onto the stone-bed-like convex wall, and traced an ancient character along the notches with his fingers.

Nanchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of light flashed in an instant.

Qianying silently followed behind Nanchen, without any words, quietly watching his every move and deed.

"Qing Yao, let's go!" Nanchen said softly.

Passing through the long canyon and crossing the mountains of the sky, the water of a secluded pool is like a pupil, and a verdant pine sea appears in front of it, and there are bursts of pine waves whimpering with the wind.

Nanchen felt that his body was falling, and then landed steadily in the pine sea-like canyon, and he followed Qing Yao into a cave where some broken stone statues of gods stood.

They made a few turns in the cave and came to a stop in a cliff cave, Qing Yao's shadow walked towards a funnel-shaped stone pillar, only to hear her chant a spell, and then a stalagmite fell from the stone pillar.

Wisps of yellow sand seeped out, and there was a "boom" sound from the rock wall, which gradually cracked in Nanchen's surprised eyes, revealing a hidden stone room.

"Nanchen, let's go! I'm in Tianjing Spring, listen to your strings again, don't forget that the vicissitudes of life are also like the rising sun..."

From Qing Yao's faint shadow, trembling words came, and dissipated with a touch of sadness.

Nanchen stood there quietly, tears falling down again.

"Nanchen, how much suffering and sorrow have you experienced, I really want to talk to you. Nanchen muttered to himself, turning around and stepping into the stone chamber.

As soon as Nanchen entered the stone room, there was a sound of "boom" behind him, the stone door closed instantly, the stone room was pitch black, and his heart suddenly sank, what was going on?

Just when he was frightened, a ghostly fire lit up on the wall of the stone room, and he groped his way in with the light of the ghostly fire, and there was a square stone table in front of him, and above it seemed to be a Taoist yin-yang gossip statue.

Nanchen thought about the words of his predecessors, but what he said was too simplistic, how could there be a quenching fusion furnace in this stone room?

At this time, wisps of ghostly fire flew out like fireflies, and the flying fireflies fell everywhere, Nanchen looked at this strange phenomenon with some panic, what was going on?

Wisps of fireflies gradually spread and spread, even burning Nanchen's clothes, he hurriedly fought with his hands, but the ghost fire could not be extinguished at all, so he could only dodge the ghost fire in the stone room and let it burn and spread.

There were many burns on his body, and he even smelled the smell of burning, and the more Nanchen put out the flames, the more the fire burned, and the "pop" shrine box fell out and rolled on the ghostly fire all over the ground.

Nanchen endured the scorching pain and groped out the small shrine from the ghostly fire, feeling that the small shrine was constantly trembling, as if it was also enduring the ablation of the ghostly fire, Nanchen held it tightly in his hand.

Although the seniors said that at the critical moment, the little shrine would melt into the bones to save his life, but his mother didn't know how many wishes she made in front of the little shrine, but Nanchen was reluctant.

Even if the body is burned by a ghostly fire, the small shrine must be kept until the end.

The fire spread along the rock wall, and after a while, the entire stone chamber burned, and the burnt smell made Nanchen almost suffocate, and he fought the fire in a panic, but it still had no effect.

"Qing Yao, what's wrong? It hurts, it hurts! Let me out, what's wrong?"

The intense pain of the ablation of the fire caused Nanchen to scream heartbreakingly.

A shadow flying in the distance, paused for a moment, looked at the Songhai Valley, and muttered: "Qing Yao naturally feels the pain of burning, how can she end the endless cycle of pain without burning with fire?"

Nanchen in the stone chamber let out a desperate roar, and just as he felt the grim reaper coming, the skulls he carried on his body began to melt one by one, attaching to Nanchen's body, and being ablated into a body of white bones.

The white bone cover relieved his pain, but Nanchen didn't show much happiness, his predecessor specially instructed him to bring the skeleton to the underworld, so that he could get the protection of his previous life and continue his life.

The skulls gradually melted one by one, glowing with a little blue light, slowly wrapping Nanchen's body, relieving the pain of Nanchen's ablation, although there was no direct ablation of the ghostly fire, the scorching heat still made Nanchen unbearable.

The dark fire did not stop, but burned more violently, feeling that the body was evaporating and quenching, and the power was gathering, and the body seemed to be about to burst at any time.

Nanchen endured the flames of the burning body, and finally the twenty skulls completely melted, wrapping around Nanchen's body, glowing with the scorching light of blue flame fangs.

The dark fire in the stone chamber was swallowed by the green flames, and when the dark fire was exhausted, the stone chamber began to shake violently, and there was a sound of rock bursting, and Nanchen fell into the bottomless abyss in the rubble.

The quenching sound came, and strings of tiny water bubbles appeared around it, falling into the bone-chilling icy water, and the instantaneous chill slowly woke up the consciousness.

He felt that he was constantly sinking, and despite the strong support of the quenched bones, there was still some tightness in his chest, which made Nanchen extremely afraid.

He opened his eyes and looked down, the abyss-like curtain was as dark as the hazy sky was endless, and the aftermath of "gurgling" bubbles sounded in his ears.

Nanchen fell into a pool of water again, and Nanchen, who was wet all over, climbed ashore, lying on the ground panting heavily, feeling a dim and silent desolation.

Looking at the dim fog in the sky, he didn't know where it fell, and suddenly his mind flashed, could it be the underworld? When Nanchen thought of this, he quickly got up and looked around.

The valley in the fog ahead was a little dark and empty, and he decided to go to the dark and shadowy area to find it.

The surroundings were very silent, only the sound of their own "da-da" footsteps was heard, and the dark curtain in front of them gradually became clear, and it seemed to be an ancient city.

Seeing the narrow streets and low pavilions in the ancient city, it seems that the ancient city is as simple and elegant as small and exquisite, the footsteps of "dada", stepping on the bluestone paved streets, Nanchen looks for signs of life.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, this should be a lively street market, how can there be no one there? Nanchen felt more and more strange here.