After reading the letter, Yin Yuan looked up at Xuan Fu, "This, do you have any opinions?" Xuan Fu clasped his hands together, "There is no other choice now, is it?"

Yin Yuan put the letter aside and nodded, "Then, pack up and prepare to go, I'll wake up Wang Ren first." Saying that, Yin Yuan shook Wang Ren, Wang Ren woke up from his coma, and before he could speak, Yin Yuan handed over a piece of stationery, "Wang Ren, this is Xuan Ming's letter, by the way, we think that we will investigate along the conditions he gave, you take a look, if you want to go, you can pack up your things." Wang Ren took the letter and looked at it, the light of revenge flashing in his eyes, "Go, of course I want to go." ”

Wang Ren suddenly glanced at Yin Yuan, "By the way, you, are you okay?" Yin Yuan looked at Wang Ren, smiled, stretched out his hand and slapped the other party's shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, that's what I chose to go in, it's okay, I also got a blessing in disguise and got the opportunity to contact the mysterious power, but the book of the Xuan Burial can only be used once, you kid won't have a chance, but I want to say sorry to you." Wang Ren had a trace of regret on his face, but he was more happy, "The Xuan funeral was given, don't be the old monk's, anyway, the old monk didn't accept me when he was killed, I don't care about that, come on, I just rely on the two of you." ”

After packing their luggage, the three of them closed the door, and outside the house was gray, the dim sun, the sparse crowd, everyone's face was numb and pale, hopeless, indifferent to everything, depressed and desperate.

Locking the door and looking at the house, an inexplicable emotion rose in Yin Yuan's mind, this emotion came from the memory that belonged to "Yin Guo", and in his mind, the light emitted by Yu Jue stabilized Yin Guo's obsession and emotions.

When they reached the gate of the city, the soldiers guarding did not stop them, but stared at the three of them with their numb, dead-like eyes. Outside the city, the wind and sand, the dense fog, the whistling, the mournful roar, a few crows flew up from the dead trees on the side.

Xuan Fu was wearing a big red robe, the color was red, like blood, just looking at it, I could feel the strong smell in a trance, but if I looked closely, there was no smell of blood. At the same time, one hand holds a Zen stick, hanging seven treasures on it, the whole body is white, the top is like a budding white lotus, and the lotus petals have a pattern of eight heavenly dragons, floating slaughter, etc. The other holds a rosary, a total of eighty-one prayer beads, the same body is pure white, each grain has a Buddha statue, a scripture, a handsome and solemn burial monk.

The luggage of the three people was stored in mustard seeds, Sumeru mustard seeds, and Hengsha World, which seemed to be the means of the immortal family, which surprised Yin Yuan Wang Ren.

Yin Yuan and Wang Ren were dressed normally, but compared to Wang Ren, Yin Yuan seemed to be breathing in an inexplicable melody.

The three of them were going to the place in the belief of Ji Xuanming, that is, the home of Ji Xuanming, after the disaster, Ji Xuanming left the town and went to live alone in the wilderness and dense forest, and the three of them are now going to the place where he lives.

Outside the city, except for the thick fog and desolate mountains, there was no human life, and some of the dense thatch was taller than the three of them, walking in this weed, Yin Yuan was very worried that some animal would suddenly bite him.

Ji Xuanming's home is in a nearby mountain forest, Wang Ren and Yin Yuan have never been there, they have only heard of it, but Xuan Xuan seems to know the location, and walks in one direction, firmly.

After walking for a long time, most of the sun in the sky has been covered by shadows, and the world looks dark and gloomy, Yin Yuan Wang Ren felt tired, and continued to rush in the overgrown weeds, even the skin exposed on his face and hands was cut several times, and this road was really difficult to walk, all the way, except for the burial, it seemed that there was no one at all, and Yin Yuan and the two were already tired.

The three of them cleaned up the weeds around them, Yin Yuan and the two sat on the weeds, wiped the sweat with their clothes, Xuan Fu took out the dry food and handed it to the two, took out a kettle, and then sat cross-legged by himself, reciting the scriptures with a unique pronunciation.

After eating and drinking, the three of them went back on the road, this time through a forest, looking at the quiet and deep dense forest in front of them, the smell of decay accumulated by countless fallen leaves was disgusting, Yin Yuan felt that this forest was like a giant beast, opening its mouth to devour all the creatures that entered.

The dim forest is very humid, even the air is slimy, moist and hot, and the strong smell of rotting dead leaves, unknown insect eggs are dense, strange-shaped insects are everywhere, colorful flowers and plants exude various flavors, but fortunately, there is a mysterious burial, every step he takes, the insects and snakes will leave separately, so that Yin Yuan and Wang Ren will not worry about the danger of being accidentally bitten by some kind of poison.

"Truly, awrely. The three people emerged from all directions with a piercing and strange laughter like a night owl, and the first to bear the brunt of the Xuan Fu smashed the Zen staff in his hand to the ground, and the seven treasures on it staggered and collided, forming a strange music, and the sound of chanting seemed to be faintly heard in the music, and invisible sound waves spread from the Zen staff to all directions.

Yin Yuan could still vaguely feel the sound waves emitted by the Zen staff, but Wang Ren could only feel the piercing laughter and the collision of the seven treasures on the Zen stick. Yin Yuan looked at Xuan Fu, who picked up the Zen staff again at this moment and walked forward.

The sky was completely dark, the sun was completely shrouded in shadows, and the Zen staff of the Xuan Burial emitted a faint light, faintly shining all around. At this moment, the three of them had already walked out of the forest, and a path winded downward, and they could vaguely see a little dim yellow light at the end of the road, as if there was a village at the end. Yin Yuan felt a little surprised, how could there be a village in such a place, he turned his head and found that Wang Ren also happened to turn his head, and the two glanced at each other, and they both felt that the village was abnormal. Looking at the Xuan Burial together, although Yin Yuan is currently new to the transcendental, he does not have any knowledge related to these at all, so he still has to rely on the knowledge and experience of the Xuan Burial.

Xuan Fu didn't speak, and walked along the path to the village, and the two of them also followed behind Xuan Fu.

It was a prosaic mountain village, with mud walls and thatched roofs, and there were about a dozen of them, all of which were such thatched houses, some of them dark, some of them faintly glowing with dim light. Among these houses was a two-story thatched house with a dilapidated plaque that vaguely read "Two Realms Village Inn", one side of which had fallen off and shakily as if it were about to fall.