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Chapter 319: Qin Xiao

According to legend, the first generation patriarch of the Jiaye Temple was a monk who walked the world with a big iron chain around his neck, got lost in the Sumeru Mountain, was trapped for ten days and half a month, and when he was about to starve to death, he sat under the old Bodhi tree of Guanzi Peak and waited for ascension.

It was under that tree that this old monk actually became a Buddha.

Of course, this is a one-sided statement from the Kaye Temple, and it is not accurate.

Anyway, Master Zu must have had an adventure in the mountain behind Guanzi Peak.

When this swarthy old monk who used to hang iron chains and went door-to-door to make a fortune appeared again, it was already decades later, exuding a solemn Buddha light from top to bottom, and the magic power of Buddhism was even more unfathomable, creating a vein of Jiaye Temple in Mount Meru.

As for talking about the past, it is even more mysterious, according to the patriarch of the Jiaye Temple said to others, he entered a fantasy world, and he didn't stay in it for long, and it was a hundred years when he woke up.

In response to the sentence of the cultivation realm, there is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it has been a thousand years in the world.

I don't know why, Yun Qiyou's mind suddenly remembered this legend, she looked at the Guanzi Peak standing in the distance in the dark, and then looked at the Ten Thousand Buddha Peak on the other side, so she used her body and flew towards the Guanzi Peak.

Ye Xiaochuan is beautiful now, since he was confused by Xuan Ying and said a big truth, plus after seeing the green-haired zombie, he thinks that he has seen through the essence of the cultivator, and he has a sense of detachment.

Don't bother anymore, because he doesn't even want to cultivate the classics on the cliff and stone walls now, let alone the classics for cultivating ghosts.

Now he is refreshed, eats a lot of food, and goes back to the cold ice cave to fall asleep, making up for the missing sleep in the past few days.

Xuan Ying looked at Ye Xiaochuan and really fell asleep quickly, his brows furrowed slightly.

According to her original intention, she wanted Ye Xiaochuan to break the limitations of the Righteous Demon Sect, but it seemed that not only did she not meet her expectations, but instead dragged Ye Xiaochuan further and further away from the road of cultivation.

She doesn't understand human nature, and she doesn't understand what Ye Xiaochuan, who is extremely emotional, wants.

Originally, it was rare for me to have a good heart for thousands of years, and for the sake of that ghost path, I deliberately instructed him, but unexpectedly it turned out like this, which made her full of taste.

Before digging out the heart, Xuan Ying's temperament was very similar to Yun Qiyou, withdrawn, indifferent, and unsociable, as if he was born for cultivation.

In her opinion, immortality and eternity are the craziest pursuits in everyone's heart, and it is worth sacrificing everything in order to achieve the purpose here.

When Ye Xiaochuan went through some persuasion by herself, she became more and more disgusted and resistant to the cultivation of the true cultivation path, so she was very confused.

Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was sleeping like a dead pig holding a stalactite, she didn't say anything, turned around and left the cold ice stone cave.

It was dark in the mountains tonight, and there were dark clouds in the sky, but it seemed that it would not rain for a while.

There is a Bodhi tree that grows on the backshade of the mountain wall in the back of the mountain, the branches climb all over the steep stone wall, the branches and leaves are very luxuriant, and it seems that there are a lot of Bodhi fruits growing among the branches and vines.

To put it bluntly, the original form of the Bodhi tree was a vine-like plant, and as time went by, the vine became thicker and formed the shape of a curved tree.

This Bodhi Mountain in the mountain behind the peak does not shine a little sunlight all year round, and the growth in this case is even slower, and it is estimated that it is too slow than the ancient god tree in the mountain behind the reincarnation peak.

Look at this posture, for thousands of years, the linden tree can't grow in this style.

Xuan Ying sat on a small branch like catkins, and the surroundings were very quiet, as quiet as in his memories for thousands of years.

She took out the Huangquan Biluo flute that she snatched from Ye Xiaochuan from her waist, and began to play the tune in the dark back mountain.

It was a fluke, two hours ago, the hundreds of monks of the Kaya Temple had already returned to the temple and given up continuing to waste time on Mount Meru, otherwise the sound of the flute would definitely be discovered soon.

The sound of the flute is very beautiful, like a natural sound, she has no feelings, but the sound of the flute seems to be very emotional.

Turning soft intestines, touching the heart, like a woman who misses a distant lover, whispering to herself in the dark night.

When Yun Qiyou came to the back mountain of Guanzi Peak, she heard the sound of the flute, her eyes were fixed, it was very strange, the sound of the flute was nearby, but with her Taoism, she couldn't feel which direction the sound of the flute came from.

It's like being in the grove outside Hanyang City, the scene when I first met Uncle Yun's ancestor happened again.

Here, at this time, there was the sound of a flute, and Yun Qiyou's heart almost stopped beating.

A woman's intuition is always so accurate, it makes people feel unreasonably accurate.

She felt that the sound of the flute had something to do with Xuan Ying, but no matter how she searched for her mental power and spiritual power, she couldn't find the specific location of the other party.

The sound of the flute seemed to come from her soul.

And at this moment, the demon-suppressing guqin in the pouch behind him seemed to be a little unstable.

Qin Xiao and Ming, once Yaoqin Fairy and Huangquan Old Man's Qin Xiao and Ming, I don't know how many amazing and beautiful tunes are performed.

Huangquan Biluo Xiao and Demon Suppression Guqin are like slashing dust and Wufeng, and they already have a faint sense of each other.

Yun Qiyou's courage was very big, she guessed that this sound might have something to do with Xuan Ying, and she also knew that when she met Xuan Ying, she would probably be killed in an instant, but she still didn't flinch.

Guanzi is in the mountain behind the peak, on a large raised rock, Yun Qiyou sits cross-legged, puts the dust at hand, and the demon suppression guqin is pulled out of the piano bag and put it on his knees.

Zheng ......

She tuned the strings, and suddenly the melodious sound of the piano sounded in the darkness.

At the same time, the sound of the flute coming from an unknown direction in the darkness suddenly stopped, as if it had been disturbed by something.

Yun Qiyou took a deep breath, and eight slender white fingers like ivory gently plucked the strings, and suddenly the beautiful and moving melody sounded.

"Demon Suppression Guqin?"

Xuan Ying, who was sitting lightly on a branch of the Bodhi tree, frowned.

The sound may only sound good and moving to others, but her experience is almost unmatched by anyone in the world.

What's more, at the moment when the sound of the piano just sounded, he immediately felt the Huangquan Biluo Xiao on his lips react.

In the whole world, only the demon-suppressing guqin that has been in harmony with Huangquan Biluoxiao countless times can touch the spirit of Huangquan Biluoxiao.

Of course, she knows whose hands the Demon Suppression Guqin is now, that night outside Zhuxian Town, Yun Yazi only held a peerless sword, and did not carry this Demon Suppression Guqin with him, and Yun Yazi is absolutely impossible to play the qin here at this moment, so there are other people who are watching the Qin in the mountain behind the peak in Sumeru Mountain tonight.