Mo Ming was not known for sucking the essence of boys and girls, and Yan Xue didn't take this matter to heart, but the good sister was very dissatisfied, and she was arguing that she must go and ask the people of Qingyu Town to understand.

Yan Xue said, most of the people in the fairy world are behind this incident, and the people in the town are only deceived by traitors, and they are also the victims of this incident, why do you bother to find the innocent people to theorize.

He was deeply dissatisfied with this, and said that since he knew that it was a ghost in the fairy world, he should find out the person who made the ghost, and let the people in the town see the true face of the so-called gods and Buddhas.

Hearing Tilt Li say this, Yan Xue couldn't help laughing, and sighed that although her sister has grown up and her mana cultivation has improved a lot compared to before, she is still too simple.

If she could show the true face of the gods and Buddhas to the world, she would have done it a long time ago, so why wait until today. The so-called freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and the prestige of the gods and Buddhas in the world today is the result of many lifetimes, how can a person be shaken for a while.

Tilting away said, one person can't be shaken for a while, then find more people for the next hero post or something, and can't be shaken for a while, then a hundred days, thousands of days, a hundred years, and a thousand years, one day you can tear the disguise of the gods and Buddhas all over the world.

My sister said yes, but this is a beautiful but distant vision, so far away that I am afraid that you and I will not be able to see that day with our own eyes.

At that time, he only felt that it was very difficult for his sister to be in hand, but he never thought that it would be so difficult that one day people would not see hope, and even doubted the so-called vision, thinking that this world might be like this, and nothing could be changed.

On the fifth day after returning to Hongmeng Island, he went to Qingyu Town with the little dragon girl Qinghuan. Previously, she had only heard from the people of the town about the loss of a boy and a girl, but she didn't know anything about the details, so this time she wanted to stay in this town and secretly find out some news.

After arriving in Qingyu Town, the two of them settled in a place called the Yuxian Inn on the west side of the town. Originally, they didn't plan to live here, because they didn't like the word "immortal" very much, but there were only two inns in this town, and the other one was already full, so they had no choice but to stay.

Through some inquiry, I learned that there is a school called Zhulan Academy in the west of the town, and the academy is divided into three classes: Hongyuan, Huangying, and Lanping. (Note: I just like these three colors, and nothing else.) ）

There is only one academy in the town, so most of the children in the town study here, and most of the missing boys and girls are students here.

Every time a child is lost, it happens in the afternoon, when the wind blows fiercely, and a dark cloud comes from the east of the town to cover the sky, and the whole town falls into darkness.

This water town is already rainy, but I have never seen such black and oppressive dark clouds as in the north, so in the hearts of the people in the town, the clouds are not the dark clouds of rain, but the demon clouds that make waves. Well, not to mention that this scene really feels like a demon.

To the east, the dark clouds came from the east and headed east, and that Hongmeng Island happened to be east of Qingyu Town, and all the evidence on the surface seemed to point to Hongmeng Island and the King of Yunxi.

In fact, both Tilt and Qinghuan are a little anxious, and they belong to the kind of people who want to do something if they don't agree, so theoretically, these two eldest ladies are not suitable for tracking down the truth.

At night, it rained in the gloomy sky, and it was still the silky drizzle, and the rain in the south was like this, not majestic, but delicate.

The rain is soft, like mist, like a light veil, falling gently, faint and slightly cool, it is so gentle, so comfortable, it can be said that it has a unique charm.

The two young ladies lit a candle and sat down on a round stool at the table, warming a pot of plum wine from the town, and gossiping about something while raising a glass.

Qinghuan raised the copper wine glass, poured himself a glass of warm plum wine, sighed lightly and said: "Hey, why do you say that you are secretly visiting such trouble, why don't you and I go into the fairy world together and bring the villain who is secretly troubled, and see if they dare to slander us." ”

Pouring away a glass of green plum wine, he also sighed and replied: "Who said it wasn't, but I have seen people in the fairy world, and I have fought with them, and you and I are no better than them in today's cultivation." ”

Speaking of this, Na Qinghuan couldn't help but think of the tragedy when his people were slaughtered more than a hundred years ago and his hometown was turned into rubble, and he couldn't help but feel sad again.

After going to Hongmeng Island, the two sisters Feng Kite and Qinghuan also learned about the Wu Bodhi from Yan Xue's mouth, and knew that he was of the same origin and the same sect as the Dump Li, and had an inextricable fate.

Knowing that the innocent Bodhi was only used by the Emperor of Heaven, he was a poor man who had lost his memory and did not know his true identity, although his own people died at his hands, but the culprit was the immortal gods and Buddhas behind him.

Therefore, her two sisters stayed on Hongmeng Island, no longer simply thinking about finding revenge on the innocent Bodhi, but discussing with Yan Xue the plan to destroy the Buddha with immortals.

That night, Tilt and Qinghuan drank until late at night, and there was only the sound of rain outside the window, so they put out the candle and lay down on a couch and fell asleep.

Flying Feather Peak, Sanyuan Temple.

Qingyu town to the east seven miles there is a group of mountains called Feiyu Peak, the mountain is not more than 100 meters high, a temple in this mountain is called Sanyuan Temple, it is the famous ancient temple of this southern place, it is hidden between the foothills of Feiyu Mountain between the north peak and the south peak, the forest is towering, the smoke screen is misty, it is more simple and quiet in a gloomy.

As an ancient temple in the south of the Yangtze River, this Sanyuan Temple is naturally also the peak of incense, dignitaries, ordinary people can see all kinds of people, some elderly people come here to pray for blessings, and some young girls and sons come here to pray for a good marriage.

That night, Sanyuan Temple welcomed a traveler who came to stay overnight, a scholar dressed in white clothes and carrying a square bamboo basket on his back.

The scholar said that he went up the mountain to collect medicine during the day, and it happened to rain in the evening, and the road was slippery and inconvenient to go down the mountain on a rainy day, and there was nowhere else to go, so he had to knock on the temple door and ask if he could spend the night.

The little monk relayed the matter to their master, who was in charge of the guest hall, and after obtaining consent, he invited the white-clothed scholar to Rusi and led him to live in the guest house of the West Hall, and prepared some food for him to send to the room.

The scholar thanked the monks, returned the utensils with the food, and then went back to the room, because he was used to going to bed late, so that he could sit down at the table and listen to the rain by candlelight.