Immortal Traces, one of the most mysterious organizations in this world.

Although Meng Qi decided to join, he did not respond immediately, but asked for a talisman from the person with a high crown in a feather coat on the grounds of consideration.

In this regard, the man in the feather coat was not reluctant, but left with a strong doubt. Because of Meng Qi's request and the leakage of the inside story of the immortal trace, he needs to go back to report it, and then start a strict investigation!

He was worried that it was a trick of myth!

After he left, Lin Xi looked at the Fu Li in Meng Qi's hand and smiled, "Actually, you can join immediately." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple......"

Meng Qi glanced at him faintly, put Fu Li into the main god space, and then continued to recover his weak body.

All around, there was silence again, save for the sound of boats rowing across the water.

The lights were flickering, the night was gentle, and the four people on the boat were all immersed in cultivation, and only the boatman was still struggling to support the boat.

..................

The wind and sand are violent, and the blowing of the face is painful.

Less than half a day out of the sea of fish, the four of them encountered a real sandstorm on the way to Greedy Khan, the power of heaven and earth was terrifying and abnormal, the wind and sand were oceanic, covering the sky and the sun, as if they were going to bury people.

The white light around Lin Xi's body flowed, and a translucent light mask appeared, blocking the wind and sand invasion, due to the existence of innate gangqi, the sandstorm could not harm him, but only suffered the other three.

Compared to him, Meng Qi, Zhenhui and Gu Changqing are even more unbearable, they don't have such an existence as congenital gangqi, they cover their faces with a scarf, and they are struggling.

"Gotta find a place to hide from weathered rocks and hillocks......"

Lin Xi looked at the sandstorm that did not see the light of day, and said to the three of them with a sound transmission that he had no problem with himself, but if the sandstorm was more violent, Meng Qi and the three of them would be blown away without saying anything.

Zhenhui quietly hid behind Meng Qi, using his senior brother as a shield to shield him from the wind and sand, and suddenly said, "Master Lin, there seems to be a light ahead!"

"Lights?"

Lin Xi was stunned, retracted his gaze from the sky, and sure enough, he saw a vague black shadow behind the layers of wind and sand, which seemed to be a house, and there were faint lights shining through.

"If this is not an oasis, how can there be buildings?" Meng Qi was puzzled.

"Maybe it's a relic of the oasis architecture of the past......," Gu Changqing guessed.

In the Western Regions, with the transfer of water sources and the invasion of wind and sand, there are always some oases that are covered by sand and dust and abandoned by humans, and Gu Changqing is not surprised.

"Yes. ”

Meng Qi nodded, and then said to Lin Xi: "Let's go there and avoid it for the time being, the two of us are okay, junior brother and Changqing are a little unbearable." ”

Lin Xi nodded and said, "Yes, but the temple in front of you is not a ruin." ”

The three of them were stunned, but it was not the time to think about these things now, and with the presence of location masters, it can be said that they were full of confidence!

After breaking through the wind and sand, the building also became clear, it was a Buddhist temple that looked very new, the temple was not big, only the appearance of a temple, and it was not gorgeous, it was built of ordinary Gobi rocks, and the ashes were fluttering, and there was no spirit.

But at this moment, seeing it in the reckless wind and sand, and seeing a little green light like a bean inside, there is unimaginable physical and mental peace.

Meng Qi smashed his dry mouth, nodded to Lin Xi, walked to the temple gate, and patted it gently.

"Amitabha, the sandstorm is violent, and the three of them don't need to be polite. A clear voice came from inside the temple.

Pushing open the temple door, the first thing everyone saw was a stone statue of the Buddha with a kind and compassionate face, which had a pure seal of nirvana, and the green lamp in front of them swayed, illuminating a room.

A young monk sits cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, he is in his twenties, his facial features are not excellent, but he gives people a refreshing and dusty feeling.

"Amitabha, thank you Venerable for taking me in. Meng Qi clasped his hands together.

The young monk smiled and said flatly: "There is no need to be polite, the poor monk built a Buddhist temple in this barren land of the Gobi in order to provide a shelter for the lost, and the Pure Land is everywhere, not only in the Elysium, but also in the bottom of my heart, next to every devout monk." ”

"Senior brother, is this the Buddhist temple you built?" Meng Qi asked in amazement.

The young monk pointed with his right hand, motioned for the four of them to sit on the ground, and then smiled: "The poor monk has been here for more than half a year, and he has built this Buddhist temple with one hand and one foot. ”

"Senior brother, this is an act of merit. Zhenhui said with admiration on her face.

The young monk still had that indifferent smile: "On the day the poor monk went down the mountain, he made a great wish before the Buddha to build forty-nine Buddhist temples in the barren places of the Gobi and the desert in the Western Regions to provide a place for pedestrians to rest and shelter from the wind. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and laughed at himself: "It can also be regarded as merit, the poor monk's name is Hongneng, I don't know what the two junior disciples call me?"

"The poor monk is really determined, he is the poor monk's brother Zhenhui, the word fast sword Lin Xi, Gu Jiabao Gu Changqing. Meng Qi introduced them one by one: "I don't know where the senior brother mountain gate is?"

Hongneng was just about to speak, and suddenly smiled: "There are no demons here, please come in." ”

Demons?

Meng Qi and Gu Changqing turned their heads in shock, subconsciously glanced at Lin Xi, and then looked at the door.

Zhenhui's eyes were blazing, and she grabbed the corner of Lin Xi's clothes with one hand, and her face was quite excited.

The door opened, and a man carrying a package walked in, he was thin, his face was fleshless, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, giving people a cold and cold feeling.

"Senior Brother Zhenguan!" Zhenhui blurted out in surprise.

Lin Xi smiled and glanced at Zhenguan, he was the first half-demon he had seen in this world, and he had a feeling of the first time.

Zhenguan turned his head and saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and a cold smile appeared on his meatless face: "It turned out to be Zhending's junior brother, I didn't expect to be able to meet my old acquaintance in another country, don't come unharmed." ”

He walked straight towards Meng Qi, a thin layer of black scales appeared on his face and the back of his hand, like a humanoid poisonous snake, with a demonic aura that shocked his soul.

Lin Xi coughed lightly, and a faint sword aura locked on him, as long as he moved, it would penetrate his eyebrows.

Zhenguan's footsteps paused, looked at the dangerous Lin Xi vigilantly, and then looked at Hongneng, who saw the mercy of the dust, thought about his strength, and sat on the opposite side silently carrying the package.

Zhenhui peeked at Zhenguan, looking very curious and afraid to ask, half-covering his face with Lin Xi's clothes, and looking at Meng Qi from time to time, expecting the almighty senior brother to speak.

"Amitabha, all living beings are empty, and the donor is riddled with karma, so why bother to add to the sin?" the young monk pronounced a Buddha name, and his eyes solemnly and implicitly compassionately looked at the package carried by Zhenguan.

Zhenguan sighed, opened the package in a slightly trance, revealing the two heads that had been salted in lime: "They killed my parents and destroyed my family, today is just a cycle of cause and effect, there should be this retribution! Seventy-two heads have only been picked off eighteen, and there are fifty-four more!"

"Amitabha, when is the time for retribution, sins and sins, the donor has fallen into the sea of Shura suffering, why not let go of the obsession and build a Buddhist temple in this barren place with the poor monks, accumulate a merit, and seek liberation in the next life?" Hongneng sighed and fulfilled his responsibility to explain.

Hearing Hongneng's admonition, Zhenguan laughed: "When they killed my parents, the Master said to them, "The cause of yesterday, the effect of today, this is the Buddha's teaching. ”