"Why don't you come in and sit down and listen to my piano?"

The woman's voice was ethereal and tactful, seemingly overshadowing the sound of the piano. Yin Fan's mood was infected by her voice, and he was quiet and had a little more anticipation. At some point, the space was painted with color: the clear blue sky, the pink lotus flowers swaying lazily in the vast lake, the dark green lotus leaves, and the red-clothed people like fire.

It didn't matter to Yin Fan whether this was an illusion or not, he stepped on the lotus leaf and walked into the pavilion and sat on the side, looking at the misty lake in the distance. This scene is so familiar that the sound of the piano coincides with Luo Qingyi's song a few years ago.

The scene is like a dream scene, and the person is like a dream person.

"Does it sound good?"

"The sound is good, the person is better. Yin Fan quipped.

The woman in red pursed her lips and smiled, and suddenly stroked the piano and sang.

"Young dreams remember Xianlu Xue

Ripples in the rain

The man in the umbrella looks at the moon

Clean sound

Chaotic Soul Sound

In vain, he was a book of heavenly honor

Edgeworth's Skies

Qingfeng Tibet

Three-foot Dan heart slashing spirits

All at once

Immortal forgetfulness

Ask who the heavenly ones are."

When the woman in red finished singing this song, Yin Fan looked back at her. The woman in red stopped plucking her fingers and looked up at the same time, and the two looked together. Yin Fan found out that this woman looked very similar to the Nine Heavens Xuannu, and if he had to find out the difference, he could only say that this woman was younger.

"Who are you?" Yin Fan asked naturally.

"Me?" The woman in red plucked the guqin from the bottom up, and said with a smile: "Naturally, it's the Nine Heavens Xuannu." ”

Yin Fan was stunned and didn't understand the meaning of her words.

The woman in red slowly plucked the guqin and whispered, "It's just that I want to be older than her." She suddenly changed her words and said, "As long as you complete the next test, you can leave the Sun Realm." ”

Yin Fan's eyes flickered, and he was about to open his mouth to ask when the woman in red said again: "After listening to my sermon, you can pass through the Xuanyang Thin Ice Road in front of you, which is the only way for outsiders to leave the Sun Realm. ”

Seeing that she deliberately prevented herself from asking, Yin Fan was not strong. Nodding, he was clear about what had just happened.

The woman in red said: "This is not an illusion, nor is it a reality, but tends to be a 'painting realm' between the two. ”

"Painting realm?" Yin Fan was a little surprised when he heard it for the first time.

"Not bad. The woman in red raised her head again and asked, "Is this a painting?"

Yin Fan was stunned and replied, "Yes." ”

Huajing shook his head and said, "Not here. Then she asked, "Is this a painting?"

Yin Fan was stunned for a moment, and said involuntarily: "No." ”

Huajing shook his head again and said, "Here it is." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the painting stopped talking.

Hearing her answer, Yin Fan couldn't help frowning. If she says yes, it will naturally be here, and if she says no, it will not be here. How can I be right?

But the more this is the case, the more Yin Fan is guessing the mystery. After some thought, he found that the answer started from "what the woman in red thought in her heart".

Why, exactly?

Yin Fan has always been a little puzzled, if she said that the painting was preaching, it was better to say that she was making the listeners enlighten.

Suddenly, Yin Fan's heart moved, and he turned his entire thinking upside down.

If you are talking about it yourself, then what you are talking about is based on what you think. Just now, when she said that it was a painting, she admitted it, and if she didn't admit it, it wasn't. Isn't it true that everyone has their own reasoning?

Yin Fan's eyes lit up and said, "Seniors are saying that everyone has their own way?"

The woman in red nodded and chuckled, "Childe is so perceptive." One truth, Tao and reason, is to encompass all things in this world. She touched the piano and said, "What I just said is not my Tao, I just want to tell Gongzi that everyone has their own Tao in their hearts, and the Tao is ever-changing, so don't deliberately copy the way of others!"

Yin Fan's heart sank, and said, "Keep in mind below." ”

The woman in red nodded, and the color of the chuckle just now changed to a sense of seriousness, and she said, "What is a picture scroll?"

Yin Fan thought for a while and returned: "Naturally, it is a painting with a scroll and a fixed axis. ”

The woman in red stretched out her hand, took out a picture scroll from the void and gently pulled it away.

The scroll tells of a war between gods and demons.

On the left is the gods, on the right are the demons, and at the front of them are leaders.

There was a chariot in front of God, and on it stood a man and a woman. In front of the demon flew a hermaphroditic two-winged monster, most notably two blood-red eyes on his wings.

The woman in red threw the scroll at Yin Fan, and after Yin Fan caught the scroll, he was a little familiar with the contents of the scroll, but he couldn't remember anything.

The woman in red said: "The meaning of the axis, the way of the hub." The meaning of painting, thousands of lives. She sighed and continued, "What I am talking about may not be the Tao. I just want you to understand that cultivation is not just about pure heart and hard work, shaking the heavens and the earth with force, and using the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods to prove how powerful you are, but to integrate into this volume of life and help the world get out of this cycle of suffering. ”

Hearing the Nine Heavens Xuannu say this, Yin Fan's whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current, and some hazy hesitations in his mind were easily resolved. Although it could not completely change his mind, his thoughts had quietly planted a seed in his heart.

Yin Fan is not a great traitor, and he is an upright person, although he does not have the noble character of the sages of the sons, but he is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong. On the contrary, he has a measuring stick in his heart, measuring the conscience of others and himself.

After a long time, he said, "I must not forget the teachings." ”

Huajing shook his head and said, "The cultivators in the world today are all pursuing the power in it, and they have long forgotten the original intention of Taoism. What's more, they even use this as a symbol of nobility to deceive and insult the common people, what does this mean with the demons? It's ridiculous that they even shout every day to get rid of the demons, but when they are demons, do they dare to do it?"

She sighed deeply, moved her fingers, and played the piano.

"You go, follow the Xuanyang Thin Ice Road in front of you and leave. I don't want you to benefit the common people when you succeed in Taoism in the future, I just ask you not to harm the world again......"

The voice became smaller and smaller, like the body of the Nine Heavens Xuannu slowly dissipating.

When the sound completely dissipated, the body of the Nine Heavens Xuannu finally turned into a layer of smoke and was blown away by the wind.

Although she left, "Don't harm the world again" echoed in Yin Fan's mind for a long time and could not be calmed. What he couldn't understand the most was what the word "again" meant.

After thinking about it for nearly half an hour, Yin Fan walked through the pavilion and walked onto the Xuanyang Thin Ice Road.

The thin ice is so brittle that you can even hear the sound of shattering when you walk on it, which makes people shudder. The feeling of walking on thin ice, I'm afraid that's what it feels like.

The Xuanyang Thin Ice Road was hidden in the mist, making it impossible for Yin Fan to see where the end was.

Suddenly, there was a "click", Yin Fan's face changed, and before he could make other movements, his body sank and fell into the water under the thin ice.

When he fell, he struggled to get up, but the more he did, the faster he sank.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Fan felt that everything he could see was gradually moving away from him, and finally his vision was blurry and disappeared.

His consciousness eventually blurred, and he could no longer be nostalgic for everything in this world.

There was a kind of desolation, a kind of regret, Yin Fan didn't have time to think about what it was, so he fainted

When I woke up from a coma, I saw the crumbling roof of the house. The sunlight from outside is particularly beautiful to see through the many small holes.

He sat up and shook his drowsy head.

"Alas, young man, don't move! A woman dressed in a cloth garment, dressed in many patches, hurried over from the stove and pressed him on the shoulder to let him continue to rest.

Yin Fan came back to his senses and thanked: "No need aunt, I'm in good health." ”

The woman crossed her hands on her hips, glared at him, and said, "No matter how good your body is, you can't withstand the blisters for so long!"

Yin Fan was stunned: "Water?"

The woman said: "Of course it's water, when my man went to the river to fish today, he found you in the reeds and rescued you." ”

The events before the coma were remembered in Yin Fan's mind little by little, and thinking that this woman's husband had saved him, he hurriedly thanked: "Thank you for saving your life." ”

A middle-aged man in a cloth shirt walked in from outside, and said with a loud smile: "Thank you? ”

When the woman saw him, she smiled and said, "I'm back." ”

Taking advantage of the gap between the woman's words, Yin Fan got up from the bed and said to the strong man: "If it weren't for the eldest brother's effort, I'm afraid I would have drowned in the water." ”

When the woman saw him get up, she wanted to come and let him continue to rest. When the strong man saw this, he hurriedly ran over to stop her, and said to the woman, "This little brother is very well when he looks at his body, where can he rest again?"

Then he turned his head to Yin Fan and said, "Little brother, my brother is a fisherman who has taken refuge on the beach, just call me Brother Yu." He hesitated for a moment and said, "Little brother, the world is chaotic these days, you'd better put away your mask, otherwise you will cause too many troubles!"

Yin Fan touched the mask on his face and smiled without saying a word. If ordinary people saw his mask, they were afraid that they would have already taken up the knife and directly cut off his head and snatched the mask. But the couple was not selfish at all, and he was immediately impressed with gratitude.

The strong man found his expression, and immediately smiled: "Little brother, don't think that we have no selfish intentions, if it weren't for this mask on your face, I'm afraid I wouldn't have fished you up." After all, there are as many dead people as dead fish now. But after fishing you up, I found that you just fainted, and then you didn't have that thought, and I hope that the little brother will not blame you. His weather-beaten face couldn't help but turn red.

Yin Fan smiled: "Naturally, you can't blame the eldest brother. After a pause, he asked, "I'm tired of my eldest brother telling me, what time is today?"

The strong man calculated and said, "Today is August 31." ”

Yin Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it was really a blessing that he did not miss the time of this regular meeting.

The strong man looked at Yin Fan several times and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed back the words that came to his mouth with a hesitant expression.

Yin Fan noticed it and asked, "Brother Yu, if you have any questions to ask, just ask." ”

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Little brother, don't blame the big brother for being ruthless." The eldest brother also came here for some reasons to take refuge, I think the little brother has an extraordinary temperament, and he must not be an ordinary person. If there is nothing wrong with your body, please let the little brother go on the road sooner......"

When the woman heard him say this, she angrily rebuked, "You fearful ghost!" She turned to Yin Fan and said, "Young man, don't listen to his nonsense. Your body and bones haven't been raised yet, so it's not good to leave casually. ”

Yin Fan shook his head and smiled, and said, "No, no, what Brother Yu said is naturally reasonable." He took out a pile of silver from his hand and placed it on the bed, saluted them again, and turned into a hazy yellow light and went out.

By the time they came to their senses, the room was empty, save for a pile of silver that glistened in the sun.

The weather in August is like a flowing flame, and everywhere you go, there is not only the bright sun, but also the scorching flames that cannot be avoided.

As time passed, the sky rolled up layers of blood-red clouds.

Yin Fan stopped in front of the dilapidated temple and looked at the plaque that had fallen at the temple entrance.

Small Hidden Temple.

The dark red door is upside down on one side and half-hidden on the other, so that spider silk can be clearly seen in the gap between the gates. Huge black spiders lay on their webs, motionless.

Yin Fan turned sideways and looked ahead, full of majestic and tall mountains, and he definitely couldn't find a decent place to live. After a little hesitation, he walked into the small hidden temple.

The temple seems to be a bit large, and as soon as you enter the door, you can see the thirsty release pool, and a stone statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva stands in the middle.

Yin Fan stood on the edge of the fence and looked at the stone statue, feeling a sense of disharmony in his heart.

Looking around, the interior of the temple looks like it has been renovated. But on closer inspection, there is no trace of the life of the living.

Yin Fan frowned, bypassed the release pond and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall. As soon as I reached the door, a yin wind blew out of it.

Being blown by this wind, Yin Fan's eyes couldn't help but squint, and then he couldn't help but be surprised.

With this yin wind blowing upside down, there are countless round paper money and white long cloths.

Yin Fan was startled, opened his eyes and looked at it, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air at this look.

There was a table in the gloomy hall of Mahavira with a spiritual seat enshrined on it, and an incense burner next to it, on which more than half of the incense sticks were burned.

Looking at the name on the spiritual seat again, Yin Fan's sweat and hair exploded.

"Yin Fan's Spiritual Position"

After Yin Fan was furious, he almost burst out in anger, but he still couldn't help but scold:

"Which of these eight lambs dares to offer my spiritual position?"

Suddenly, Yin Fan's whole body was smart, and he thought of the name Yin Fan.

No, since he went to Penglai, except for a few people, no one knows his real name.

Yin Fan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and some bad memories welled up in his mind. He was horrified in his heart, and immediately calmed down, and at the same time, a green aura burst out of his forehead.

Yin Fan took a deep breath, approached the table, and looked carefully.

The table was covered with dust, and several corners of the sign made into a spiritual seat had weathered, and it didn't look like it had just been put out.

This incense ...... It doesn't feel like it's just plugged in.

Yin Fan had goosebumps all over his body, and suddenly the wind outside the hall blew in, blowing countless paper money again.

Yin Fan turned around to look, saw the scenery outside, and immediately slapped himself, muttering, "I haven't woken up yet." ”

Looking up at the outside again, the scenery was still the first time I saw it just now, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

In front of the originally empty Daxiong Treasure Hall, a coffin was placed at this moment, and at the same time, countless bamboo poles were inserted around it, and a white spirit flag was tied to each one, fluttering in the wind.

He swallowed his saliva, thinking that he was also a person from the Ruin Realm, how could he be frightened by such an inexplicable scene?

Yin Fan took a deep breath, plucked up the courage to walk to the coffin, and was about to raise his foot to kick open the lid of the coffin to see what was going on.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" in the remaining half of the temple, and the door collapsed in response, revealing a figure.

This is a young man who is a young man, with a basket behind his back, his chin raised, and a look like everyone owes me five hundred taels. After seeing the scenery of the temple becoming a righteous village, especially behind the coffin, there was a man in white standing in white.

His expression suddenly stiffened, and then immediately turned into an indifferent expression of fame and fortune, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Then he turned and left.

However, he was immediately stunned, and Yin Fan was also stunned.

The lush woods outside the temple have all become dead trees at this moment.

The layers of fiery clouds in the sky were getting redder and redder, and at some point they had covered the entire sky.

The young man suddenly went crazy and hung his chest and wailed: "Fuck, Lao Tzu can bump into the 'Yin Evil Ghost Temple'! ”

Yin Fan's eyes flashed, and he immediately turned to look at the spiritual seat enshrined in the main hall.

Sure enough, there was one more person's token on the table, which read "Spirit Seat of the Dingjie Book". At the same time, there was an extra coffin at the entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

It seems that this person's name is Dingjieshu. Yin Fan thought silently, and at the same time adjusted his cultivation appearance to the ninth peak of the Manifestation Mirror.

This is more in line with his ability to fly.

Dingjieshu scolded a few words, suddenly turned around and walked in extremely cautiously, greeted Yin Fan, and said with a smile: "This Taoist friend is in the Dingjieshu." ”

When the Dingjie Book was ** to the name of another spirit card in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Yin Fan blocked his sight and said, "In the next mortal will." ”

"What is the Yin Evil Ghost Temple that Daoist friends are talking about?" Yin Fan immediately asked.

Ding Jieshu carefully looked at the person in front of him, and found that his cultivation was only the Spirit Mirror, and he suddenly realized, and said: "Fellow Daoist, you don't know that it is normal for the Yin Evil Ghost Temple, after all, you only have the Spirit Mirror to cultivate. ”

Yin Fan nodded very seriously.

Dingjieshu straightened his face, suddenly took out a small abacus from the back basket, and dialed the abacus a few times in this cloudy temple, and said with a smile:

"Give me a hundred True Yuan Stones, and I'll tell you what the Yin Evil Ghost Temple is!"