Inside Pingjiang City.

Although the Nine Lives Heavenly Beaver hid in the stone bridge, he also saw the scene of Qingchen crossing a thousand faces before.

"This sword is so powerful, it is definitely not a mortal thing, this little Taoist priest seems to have some origins. He stared at the Sky Follower Sword and said without thinking.

Qingchen retracted Xuntian into the scabbard, picked up the mask that had fallen to the ground, and looked at it carefully.

The mask is made of soft material, as if made of human skin, but it has no facial features depicted on it, and is blank except for the gold thread that borders it.

Although it looks ordinary, it reveals a hint of evil.

"It seems that it is not a thousand faces that suck the essence and blood, but this evil mask. ”

Qingchen recalled the previous thousand faces, what a kind little girl, but after wearing this mask, it was a different person.

Murderous and bloodthirsty like a demon, which makes Qingchen feel sorry.

After all, Qianmian is also a poor person, the first half of her life was extremely miserable, but she didn't expect that the dream woman who saved her in the end was just using her to feed this evil mask.

Thinking of this, Qingchen's eyes were full of sadness, and there was a trace of anger in the sadness.

"Butterfly Dream Valley Mengpo, one day I will meet you. ”

Qingchen took out the Vermilion Bird Talisman and burned the disgusting mask with a fire, and from time to time there was a piercing sound of the soul being scorched, like the howl of a demon, echoing in this Qili Shantang Street.

Early the next morning, Qingchen said goodbye to the Nine Lives of the Beaver and embarked on the journey to Jinling.

Along the way, without the noise of the Wang brothers, it is indeed a little unaccustomed.

But fortunately, the green mountains and clear waters, the birds and flowers are fragrant, and a picture of spring is full of joy.

Qingchen stops and goes, and when he is tired, he stops to drink mountain springs, watch the beasts play in the mountains, and overlook the distant mountains and thousands of miles of people.

It was almost dusk, and the sound of bells rang in the distance.

It seems that there is a temple near here, and the dust is happy, although everything recovers in this early spring, the climate has not yet warmed up, and it is indeed harsh to live alone in the mountains.

If you can go to this temple for a night, it is a good choice. Thinking of this, Qingchen quickened his pace, trying to reach the temple in front of him before dark.

Soon a town appeared in front of me, and the word "Changzhou" was written on the city gate.

The whole town is run through by the canal, thriving, and was known as Yanling in ancient times.

It is the time of the Spring Festival, and the lights are lit up and the family is happy. Even the wanderers who have been away all the year round have now returned to their hometowns.

As soon as Qingchen entered the city, he asked the local people about the nearby temple. It was learned that this temple is called Tianning Temple and has a history of hundreds of years.

After half an hour's footsteps, we finally arrived at a Zen temple, and there were a few big characters written on the mountain gate, "Tianning Temple." ”。

In front of the mountain gate, a bottle of Goddess of Mercy with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes comes into view, it is about four meters high, carved and chiseled with camphor wood, standing on the lotus seat, protecting the people of this small city.

The little monk who swept the floor at the door seemed to notice Qingchen, and stepped forward and stood on his chest with one hand to make a gesture: "Amitabha, donor, this temple will close the mountain gate today, if you want to burn incense and worship the Buddha, please come back another day." ”

Qingchen looked at the little monk and said, "The little master misunderstood, I am a Qingshan Taoist priest, passing through here, I want to spend a night, I don't know if it is appropriate?"

"I see, please wait a moment while I go and tell the abbot. After the little monk finished speaking, he walked quickly into the temple.

After a while, he hurriedly ran back, made a gesture of invitation to Qingchen, and said, "Dao Chief, please come here." ”

Subsequently, Qingchen followed the little monk into the temple.

After arriving at the residence, the little monk introduced to Qingchen: "This is the east wing of the temple, specially designed for the people who come and go, outside the temple is the Red Plum Pavilion, there is a tower called the Wenbi Tower in the Red Plum Pavilion, there are often literati and ink writers, and the talented scholars chant poems here." If the Taoist has Yaxing, he can go from the east gate. ”

"Thank you, little master, for the trouble. Qingchen thanked him.

Then he clutched his rumbling stomach and laughed awkwardly.

Seeing this, the little monk couldn't help but smile slightly: "The little monk will prepare a meal for the Taoist leader later, please wait for the Taoist chief." With that, he walked out.

After about a quarter of an hour, the little monk brought a meal and some water. Qingchen gobbled them away, and the little monk was dumbfounded.

"Dao Chief, you eat slowly, beware of choking, the kitchen is still there, if it's not enough, I'll bring it to you again." ”

"Enough, enough, I just haven't eaten for a day, thank you!" Qingchen wiped the rice grains on his mouth and smiled at the little monk.

The little monk looked at him and asked curiously, "Seeing that the Taoist elder is as old as me, why did he go down the mountain alone to practice?"

Qingchen dragged his cheeks, stared at the little monk badly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Experience this hustle and bustle." ”

After hearing this, the little monk immediately blushed, stood with his hands folded in front of his chest, and recited: "Amitabha, sins and sins." Don't make fun of the little monk. ”

Qingchen smiled: "I still don't know the name of the little master?"

The little monk bowed his head and said, "The little monk's Dharma number is empty. ”

Qingchen nodded. said: "Under Qingchen." ”

The little monk only nodded slightly after hearing this, and then exited Qingchen's room. It seems that he no longer wants to have anything to do with this six-root impure Taoist priest.

After the little monk left, Qingchen went to bed early.

The next morning, he was woken up by the ringing of the morning bell in a daze, and reluctantly packed up the bed and walked out of the meditation room.

Just pushed open the door, was attracted by the antique writing tower in front of him, maybe it was late last night, and the little monk introduced him and did not pay attention to it, this pagoda actually exuded a faint fairy energy.

This tower is about 145 feet high, seven steps and eight sides, there is a spiral staircase, climb the tower and overlook, the whole Yanling can be seen at a glance.

Qingchen walked along the east gate to the writing tower, only to know that there is a temple outside this temple, called Taiping Temple, and this writing tower is standing in it.

Qingchen stood in front of the Taiping Temple, and Xuntian behind him seemed to be sensed by something, wanting to break free from the scabbard. Qingchen hurriedly held it down and hugged it to his chest.

"Xuntian, what's the matter with you?" Qingchen asked.

After a while, Xuntian's voice came from my ears: "I have a familiar feeling that something is calling here. ”

Qingchen nodded and walked towards the temple.

There is nothing peculiar in the temple, the plum blossoms in the garden are blooming vigorously, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers permeates the entire ancient temple.

And the writing tower is behind this flower forest. Qingchen walked in the flower forest, the spring breeze blew up petals, accompanied by the morning light, as if swimming in the nine heavens.

At the end of the flower forest, the tower slowly emerged, and an old monk sat quietly in front of the tower, as if he was repairing in the morning.

Qingchen stepped forward and didn't dare to disturb. Just stand aside and quietly watch this ancient tower.

"The Buddha lamp is burned out, and someone is coming, and the old man has been waiting for the donor here for a long time. The old monk who was meditating slowly spoke.

"I don't know what the master means, please make it clear. Qingchen bowed to the old monk.

The old monk waved his sleeves, and then a Buddha lamp floated out, and the wick was inlaid with a gemstone.

"This is the source of the second jewel of the Excalibur in your hand, named Sun and Moon. Each gem has a relative gem source, and only when you get the gem source can you invoke the gem ability. ”

Qingchen was puzzled, and asked in a low voice to Xuntian, "Don't you have three gems?

"My three gems represent my three abilities. Each gem is dull and dull, and it needs the integration of the source of gems to shine, your uncle Hua Ying guards the source of gems of the four seasons, and he guards the sun and moon. The ability of the gem needs to be unlocked by some opportunities the day after tomorrow, so even if the gem is unsealed, you still can't use the power of the sun and the moon. Do you understand?" He chattered a lot, regardless of whether Qingchen could understand it or not.

Qingchen also probably understood, anyway, this is a treasure that can make him stronger, so as long as he takes it down, it will definitely not be wrong. Then he asked, "I don't know how the master can hand over this Buddha lamp to me." ”

"Defeat me!" The old monk's closed eyes suddenly opened, and in an instant, he turned into a yellow dragon, entrenched on the ancient tower.

"Then offend!" Qingchen's sharp eyes revealed a cold glow, and he held the Heaven Following Sword with one hand, wanting to be higher than the sky with Huang Long.