The horse rushed into the village that had turned into a sea of fire, and Jian Qingyu's face immediately became more and more difficult to see. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the village, there are already corpses all over the field, and this village, which has dozens of families, has been completely slaughtered, and there are no chickens and dogs left!

Along the way, the blue-maned flowing cloud horse stopped in front of a farmhouse courtyard in the middle of the village, and Jian Qingyu turned over and dismounted, rushing into the courtyard.

However, in the house, only the bodies of a middle-aged couple and a ten-year-old child were nowhere to be found!

"Qingyang! Qingyang?"

Jian Qingyu was anxious, there were no traces of a fight in the room and courtyard, where did he start?

Just as Jian Qingyu was anxiously looking around, in the Mud Pill Palace, in the eyes of the golden soul body, the golden light suddenly lit up, and every grass and tree in front of Jian Qingyu, and even a trace of fire and a grain of dust clearly appeared in Jian Qingyu's mind.

"Yes! Psionics!"

Jian Qingyu suddenly remembered that he had spiritual sense, and his mind moved, and he hurriedly looked around.

"No?"

Jian Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly, his spiritual sense was really magical, in just one breath, he had already searched all over the village, and there was no trace of Yun Qingyang, not even a living person!

"I don't believe that they can leave no trace?"

Jian Qingyu's heart was already full of anger, turned over and got on the horse, and quickly rushed out of the sea of fire!

Spiritual sense investigation, not only extremely fast, but also discerning, Yun Qingyang is a master of the late congenital stage, those people will never be able to kidnap her without traces, as long as they investigate carefully, they will definitely be able to find clues!

Outside the sea of fire in the village, Jian Qingyu's spiritual sense carefully investigated inch by inch, and sure enough, he soon found that in the grass not far away, there was a gold-inlaid white jade hairpin, which was the cold jade hairpin that Jian Qingyu gave to Yun Qingyang.

Jian Qingyu turned over and dismounted, picked up the cold jade gold hairpin, and then looked at the place carefully, only to see that on the grass, there were extremely light footprints, extending into the distance.

Ordinary people walk, the steps fall on this soft grass, the footprints must be extremely obvious, only the cultivation of a profound innate master, can do the snow without a trace, since the other party left this extremely light footprints and did not notice, it must be because of a person - Yun Qingyang.

Immediately, Jian Qingyu followed the footprints and rushed towards the distance!

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The people of Chanzhou believe in Buddhism, and most of them close their doors after sunset, do evening classes at home, and then they will rest early, and the next day at dawn, they will get up to do morning classes.

The same is true of Buddhism, now late at night, the sect has long been quiet and dim, only the everlasting lamp is quietly burning, illuminating the Buddhist hall.

In the backyard of the Buddhist temple, the gate leading to the bamboo forest behind the temple was slowly opened, and a young man holding a long sword with a blue-black hilt, wearing a white robe and a long-haired shawl, quietly entered along the crack in the door.

In the backyard room, a sturdy middle-aged monk in a gray robe is sitting cross-legged, twisting Buddhist beads in his hand and chanting in a low voice.

At this moment, a slight voice came, the gray-robed monk's face changed slightly, and he quickly stood up, looking through the window, only to see a young man in a white robe holding a long sword had quietly sneaked in.

"Who trespassed on this temple?"

The gray-robed monk immediately jumped out of the window, stopped in front of the white-robed young man, and shouted loudly.

"Hmph, you dare to stop me!"

In the dark shadows, the white-robed young man shook his left arm, and the blue-black sword hilt blocked in front of him, and he snorted coldly.

"You are?"

The gray-robed monk was stunned when he heard this, only to feel that this voice was extremely familiar, and when he looked closely, he found that the other party's figure was also extremely familiar, and a figure couldn't help but appear in his mind, and his vigilance was slightly relaxed, and he hurriedly raised his palm and said in a low voice: "I, Mi Buddha, it turned out to be Yuqing Gongzi, you ......"

However, before the words of the empty phase fell, the white-robed young man suddenly stepped forward, the golden light of the Buddha Gate lit up around his body, and the golden palm slapped on the chest of the empty phase, and slapped it out.

""Luohan's Golden Body"! Yuqing Gongzi! You ......"

The empty phase only felt weak, but his eyes were full of disbelief, and under such a mixture of shock and anger, he passed out before he could speak!

A palm seriously injured the empty phase, and when he saw the empty phase fainting, the white-robed young man did not make another move, his figure flashed, and he quickly withdrew from the door and left quietly!

Eleven years ago, the bitter precept was here, rescued by the master's bitter precept and kept in the Buddhist sect!

Under the dim moonlight, Jian Qingyu chased his footsteps all the way, and he tracked them all the way to this point, and the footprints disappeared by the river!

"How could it be here?"

Jian Qingyu frowned slightly, and looked at the cliff not far from the other side of the river, his gaze suddenly condensed.

I saw that in the bamboo forest above the cliff, a figure flashed quickly, sweeping towards the mountain behind the Buddha Sect!

Jian Qingyu frowned slightly, and hurriedly stepped on the river, crossed across, and climbed along the rock wall towards the cliff!

The cliff of the back mountain has an extremely hidden mountaineering power, there are many raised stones on the cliff wall, as long as the martial arts master who is nimble can use those stones to ventilate and climb the forbidden land behind the mountain of Buddhism.

This path was told to him by the master's bitter vows, even if it is in the Buddhist sect, I am afraid that only the master and himself know!

Jian Qingyu's cultivation is profound, and his body is extremely flexible, and after a few leaps and climbs, he climbed up the bamboo forest in the back mountain, and quietly walked towards the meditation room where the master and other Buddhist monks were cultivating!

"Why are you here?"

Just as Jian Qingyu was sneaking around for just a cup of tea, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Jian Qingyu was taken aback, and quickly stopped, quietly diving towards the place where the voice came from.

"Kujie, you finally don't hide from me?"

This voice was much sharper, it seemed to be a woman's voice!

"Master?"

When Jian Qingyu heard the woman's words, her heart became more and more puzzled.

As far as he knew, the master had not left the Buddha sect for decades, so how could he have something to do with a woman?

"Amitabha!"

An old bitter voice sounded.

Jian Qingyu hid behind a cluster of green bamboos, and saw that the old monk who was chanting the Buddha's name was indeed his master's bitter precept monk, and opposite him, the woman with a sharp voice was dressed in black, and it turned out to be Yun Su'er, the palace master of the Xuannu Ice Palace!

"How so!"

Jian Qingyu's heart was shocked, and for a while, he only felt a chill to his bones, the world was turned upside down, and the appearance of the master's kindness kept appearing in front of his eyes!

The grievances and entanglements between Yun Su'er and her parents, Jian Qingyu naturally heard of it, but how could the master's bitter ring have anything to do with it, and they met late at night!

"Su'er, I have already cut off the red dust, why do you have to work hard?"

The old man's voice was full of pain, like endless sighs, and like full of resentment.

"Su'er?"

Jian Qingyu's heart changed again, and an inexplicable fear hit her heart.

"Cut off the red dust?"

Yun Su'er's voice rose slightly, and she sneered: "Quit idiot, do you dare to say that you have really cut off the red dust in the past few decades?"

"Amitabha!"

The old man's voice whispered a Buddha name, but he didn't distinguish it anymore and didn't say a word.

"Ku Jie, I came here today to ask you only one question, and you answered me honestly!"

Yun Su'er sneered and looked at Ku Jie, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Seeing that the bitter ring was still bowing his head and turning a deaf ear, Yun Su'er's expression became more and more cold, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Is Yuqing the evil seed of Jian Zhenming and Yun Xiu'er back then, Jian Qingyu?"

Hearing this, Kujie suddenly raised his head, his eyes looked at Yun Su'er fiercely, and the golden light in his eyes loomed. Yun Su'er was not afraid, standing with her hands in her hands, staring coldly at the bitter precepts, not retreating half a step.

"It's not!"

After a while, Kujie sighed slightly, as if he had become a dying old man again, silently lowered his eyelids, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "He is just an orphan I picked up near the Buddha Sect, I saw that he was talented and homeless, so I let him stay in the Buddha Sect!"

"Hmph, you're still trying to lie to me?"

Yun Xiu'er flicked her sleeves, her eyes were like electricity, she looked at Ku Jie coldly, and said coldly: "You said a long time ago that you will not accept apprentices in this life, even if it is your own daughter, you don't want to pass on her a trick and a half, but now you have passed on the "Arhat Golden Body" to him! If it weren't for the fact that he was the evil seed of Jian Zhenming and Yun Xiu'er, you would only pass on his mantle and not accept him as a disciple, and do this self-deception?"

Yun Xiu'er's words shocked Jian Qingyu, and her heart was shocked: "The master actually has a daughter!"

He has long been clear about the deeds of the master's bitter precepts, and after escaping into Buddhism, he has never been out of Buddhism, so where did he come from?