The purple-robed man and demon drove the demon cloud back to the peak, and on the cliff near the "top of the mountain" in the upside-down mountain, there was a Taoist temple where it was located.

Unexpectedly, the behavior of this human and demon is so simple, it is not like some demon gate, with great fanfare, for fear that others will not know that this place is a demon cave Jedi.

This temple is not decorated, but it is built on a cliff, and a high platform is erected with wood in front of it, which looks a little dilapidated and messy. At first glance, it made Li Bichen sigh a little, feeling that the demon in the twilight land was really hard, and he couldn't even build a decent Taoist temple.

With such a thought, Li Bichen thought about it again, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head, then build an Emei view by himself and set up the Nantianmen, don't you have to find a craftsman in the world, your own craftsmanship is really unsightly.

Yes, fifty steps and a hundred steps, call him an immortal and a demon, no one here can say anyone, they are all virtuous.

The demon landed on the wooden platform, and entered the simple Taoist temple along the dilapidated corridor, in which a futon was placed, and three portraits were hung behind it, and an iron incense burner was offered below, in which three pillars of long incense were inserted.

Li Pichen hid in his sleeve robe, looking at the three portraits, he didn't dare to use his mana at this time, only looked at the portrait on the left, the person painted in it had a handsome face, and the black hair was tied up, and only two droops down in the temples, like a long silk.

The clothes on the body were golden and white, embellished with black clouds, and there was a round of golden fire hanging behind his head, but there was a trace of red blood in the fire, and Danxia was lingering beside him, and a black fan was hanging on his back.

The name is written in the lower right corner of this portrait, and there are only four characters on it: Patriarch Xiyun.

"Yes.... The Great Sage of the Evening Clouds?!"

Li Pichen's heartbeat was almost half a beat slower, that once in the cave sky, listening to the words of the Dao Saint and the Ancestor of the Bitter World, it was the Ancestor of the Bitter Realm and the Dao Saint who were guessing who the Great Sage of Yu Yunyuan was and which Great Sage wanted to take his life, so there were two results, one of which was the Golden Crow, and the other was Xiyun.

This is a Demon Dao Emperor, this is a Demon Gate Great Sage!

"The Patriarch of the Dusk Land is the Great Sage of the Sunset Clouds, and the remaining two are ......"

The portraits in the worship view are basically first-class ancestors, and what Li Pichen didn't expect was that the Demon Gate actually had a tradition of worshipping portraits.

Obviously, it is the way of killing and fighting, and the immortal will turn into a demon as soon as he falls, so why do you have to do it in the world?

Unexpectedly, this thought occupied Li Bichen's thinking, and after thinking about it carefully, Li Bichen had some conjectures in his heart.

Perhaps, just like what the ancestor of the bitter world and the white ape god said, the demon path is also the way, although it is not the right way, although it is controlled by the immortal way, but it can also practice the great sage's behavior, so it is also one of the ways.

Thinking about it this way, what the Demon Gate worships is not actually the ancestor, but the Tao, their own Tao.

The patriarch opened the way, and the appearance of the ancestor is actually to worship this way, for the demons, there is no one who cannot be killed, but this way must be respected.

The way of the devil is also the way.

Li Bichen thought about it thoroughly, and at this time, the purple-robed demon came to the iron incense burner, changed the three pillars of long incense, and then made a mockery of the three portraits, but he didn't say anything about the ancestor Yunyun, just silent, and then sat down on the futon.

Li Bichen looked out from his sleeve robe, and then looked at one of the portraits, only to see that the person in the painting was a handsome young man, holding his hands and wearing a robe, black and white, like yin and yang, but among them, black should overwhelm white.

The young man had a hairpin on his head, two strands of fine hair on his forehead hanging down, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was waking up from a dream. There are also four words below it, which read: Patriarch Huang Chen.

Yellow dust?

Li Bichen chewed these two words carefully, the meaning of Huang Chen is the same as that of Hong Chen, they are all talking about the mortal world, red dust turbidity barriers, yellow dust confusion, these are all seven emotions and six desires in the mortal world, which are difficult to give up.

"This person doesn't look like a person from the Demon Gate, he has some immortal aura...... In this way, juxtaposed with Xiyun, I'm afraid it's also a great sage outside the sky?"

After thinking about it like this, his eyes moved, and Li Bichen looked towards the third portrait.

This third portrait is a strange one, with a faceling figure that, at first glance, is terrifying, and the blank space seems to be stirring up the most terrible thoughts in the depths of the human heart.

Just at a glance, seeing this faceless Dao person, it is possible to break the heart of tranquility.

This faceless Taoist was dressed in linen clothes, and he also had a hairpin on his head, and his clothes were no different from ordinary mortal travelers, and he did not look like a cultivator at all.

What Li Pichen paid special attention to was that behind this faceling, he carried seven long knives at his waist.

This is like a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, not like a cultivator immortal demon.

"Seven knives..... Seven knives..... The knives are all exactly the same, is there any meaning?"

Li Bichen thought like this, is the seven swords a symbol of the seven feelings? However, there must be six desires if there are seven emotions, so if there are seven swords, why don't you see the six desires?

It shouldn't be the Seven Feelings, but if it's not, then what's so special about these seven knives?

"Maybe it's nothing special, it's just a blade you like to use?"

Li Bichen felt that he was thinking too much, but this portrait was too frightening, a faceless person with seven knives would make the viewers think about it.

The gaze moved along the portrait, and looked downward, which read: Ancestor Wanderer.

Wanderer?

The name of this great sage is really strange, he is a wanderer, so where is his homecoming?

Li Bichen frowned slightly, these three portraits are the three ancestors, and these three people are the backstage of the dusk land.

Three great sages, three heavens outside the sky.

"Fortunately, the great saints cannot enter the human world, even incarnations cannot come, although I don't know why this is happening, but for us, this is a good thing. ”

Li Bichen muttered two sentences silently, and at this time, the purple-robed man and demon were sitting on the futon, his head was slightly lowered, and he had already entered a state of concentration.

Demons don't cultivate their minds like immortals, but they can also cultivate their own gods.

And like the purple-robed human demon, he has already turned into the realm of man and demon, so no matter what, he must start trying to communicate with the Yin God, until the three realms of True Dan, One Yang, and Xuanguang have passed, and once the Yin God comes out, he can turn into the realm of the body.

And to complete the state of out-of-body experience, it is necessary to reach the point where the three gods appear together.

The three gods, one is the yin god, the second is the yang god, and the third is the only god of their own true spirit.

The human demon settled down and fell into self-cultivation, Li Bichen thought about it in his heart, pinched the magic trick, and gently pressed the micro cloud, so he came into contact with this human demon, and the body sat down quietly and settled in his sleeve robe.

The dreamer, who does not know and thinks, asks but can't ask for it, everything is in vain.

Taishang's dream heart sutra was cast, and Li Bichen pinched the Dao seal in his hand, so that the true spirit turned into a dream. Quietly, it turned into the thoughts of this human demon.

As if nothingness, as if turned into a breeze, as if turned into dust.

This feeling is so mysterious that it can't be told in words, it's just fluttering, like a butterfly dream.

Soon, Li Bichen opened his eyes and woke up.

Shrouded in a large cloud and mist in front of him, Li Pichen's true spirit stepped into this human demon's mind, acting at this time, and looked at his figure, but it was extremely illusory and almost invisible.

And ahead, the fog was rolling, and Li Bichen walked along the fog to see a mirror lake manifest in it.

This is the realm of the heart, but the demons do not cultivate the mind, so this mirror lake is filthy, and there are many fragmented islands in it, and the top is extremely barren.

Looking into the distance, where Li Bichen saw the goal he hoped to see.

It was a hideous-looking stone man.