Mu Feng appeared and disappeared from time to time, fluctuating, guiding the three of them towards the city.

Yunshan City has a long history, there is a Yunhua Taoist temple in the city, and the incense is extremely prosperous.

According to legend, this Taoist temple was built by Yunhua Zhenren in the past, leaving the treasure of suppressing luck and expelling demon spirits, and since then the demons have retreated and dare not approach.

Mu Feng first arrived, and he didn't know about this legend, he just saw a lot of people here from a distance, so he flew here.

Wang Chong and Mu Shaoyu chased after each other, Tang Xin chased after them from afar, and after a while, they came to Yunhua Taoist Temple.

It is located in the center of the city, there is a large square, and there are many people who come to pray for blessings, which can be called a sea of people.

Mu Feng was only nine years old, short in stature, and it was difficult to find out in the crowd.

"Find it separately. ”

Wang Chong, Mu Shaoyu, and Tang Xin quickly dispersed, closely looking for Mu Feng's traces.

In front of the Taoist temple, Mu Feng looked at the Yunhua real statue enshrined in the temple, and his little face showed surprise.

It was a wooden figure, supplemented by paint colors, clothes and ornaments, which looked lifelike.

But in Mu Feng's eyes, the statue of Yunhua Zhenren seemed to be real and illusory, his eyes were slightly open, and there was brilliance flowing.

Mu Feng was startled, thinking that he was dazzled, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes to look again, but found that Yunhua Zhenren's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

"It's strange, this is obviously a wooden figure, why are those eyes ......?"

Mu Feng was puzzled, and stepped into the Taoist temple with one foot, but who would have thought heard a sigh echoing in his ears.

"Who is it?"

Mu Feng almost screamed, and the people who were incense beside him all looked at him with strange eyes.

Outside the Taoist temple, the sky was originally clear, but at this moment, the wind suddenly rose, the dark clouds gathered, and it didn't take long for the sky to get dark.

Thunderbolts rained down from the sky, deafening thunder resounded in all directions, and the sky began to rain heavily.

Above the square, the crowd dispersed, and after a while, it was empty.

Mu Feng looked at the statue of Yunhua Zhenren, his eyes were full of sadness, and he seemed to be looking into the distance.

Wang Chong, Mu Shaoyu, and Tang Xin were still looking nearby, and they were coming towards the Taoist temple.

"Boom ......"

A loud bang came, and a terrifying lightning bolt pierced the heavens and the earth, and the demonic aura was permeated in the black clouds, attracting the attention of many monks.

In the midst of the lightning, a black shadow fell from the sky and coincidentally fell on the square in front of the Yunhua Taoist Temple, causing a huge collision and a deafening loud noise.

"What's that?"

Wang Chong, Mu Shaoyu, and Tang Xin exclaimed one after another, their eyes fell on the black shadow that fell from the sky, and found that it was actually a half-cut stone pillar, which was inserted in the square.

The exposed part is about a zhang high, with a hard ice on the surface, and a mirror at the end, sealed by the cold.

Mu Feng stood at the door of the Taoist Temple, looking at this scene in surprise, his heart full of doubts.

The surface of this pillar is carved with ancient patterns, and the outside is wrapped in ice, and there is a bronze mirror at the top of the pillar, which is also sealed by ice.

Torrential rain and wind, thunder and lightning howling, dark clouds rolling in the dim sky, as if a demon beast was screaming.

There was a crisp sound in the Taoist temple, which caused Mu Feng to look back.

I saw that the statue of Yunhua Zhenren suddenly cracked, and there were blood and tears left in his eyes.

Mu Feng was startled and muttered: "The statue is crying, this is a great omen, what is the bronze mirror on the stone pillar?"

Wang Chong was the first to rush towards the stone pillar, wanting to seize the bronze mirror on the stone pillar, but who wanted to be shaken back by the solid ice on the surface of the stone pillar.

Mu Shaoyu approached the stone pillar, but he didn't try rashly, thinking about something in his heart.

An air shield appeared on Tang Xin's body, isolating the rain, and stood beside the stone pillar vividly.

"Someone is coming. ”

Strange things fell from the sky and shook Yunshan City, which would naturally attract the attention of the monks.

After a while, hundreds of monks gathered on the square, including the four major families of Yunshan City, as well as some other powerful sect forces, all locked on the stone pillar and stared at the bronze mirror.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, the torrential rain gradually stopped, and after a while, the sky cleared, and there were more onlookers in the square.

"The pattern on this stone pillar is very old, what do you think it looks like?"

A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes is extraordinary, and it is Wang Tian, the head of the Wang family in the north of the city, who has a pivotal position in Yunshan City.

"Much like a snake. ”

The person who opened his mouth was dressed in a brocade robe, in his forties, and turned out to be Mu He, the head of the Mu family in the west of the city, and Mu Shaoyu was standing beside him.

"If it's a snake, what does that mean?"

Zhao Gang, the head of the Zhao family in the south of the city, glanced at Mu He coldly, quite provocative.

"This pillar of unknown origin descended from the sky, and its surface was sealed with ice, and it was difficult to know its mystery until it was unlocked. ”

Tang Qi, the head of the Tang family in the east of the city, is in his fifties, with a green shirt and long sleeves, and a scar on his face that is not obvious.

Wang Tiandao: "There must be a reason why this thing landed here from the sky, and it is difficult to determine the good fortune and evil for the time being, and it is best for unrelated people to leave, so as not to provoke fire." ”

"What is an unrelated person?"

A monk in the crowd asked.

Wang Tian looked around and sneered: "Those who don't measure their strength and want to fish in troubled waters had better think twice, this is not something that ordinary people can touch." ”

As soon as these words came out, many monks from small and medium-sized forces protested dissatisfied.

"What falls from the sky, the virtuous dwell. Why can you intervene and we can't?"

Zhao Gang sneered: "As long as you think you have that strength, you can come and give it a try." ”

This statement is very clear, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and if you don't have strength, you are not qualified to speak.

Mu Feng hid in the Taoist temple, paying attention to everything in the square from afar, he was also very curious about the stone pillar bronze mirror, but because the master of the Zhao family was here, it was inconvenient for him to appear.

"The ice on the surface of the stone pillar is a bit strange, it doesn't melt under the scorching sun, and it seems that a special method is necessary. ”

Mu He walked towards the stone pillar, his right hand slowly raised, and his palm turned red, with criss-crossing lines manifesting.

"That's the Wood Family's Fire Spirit Palm?"

Some monks exclaimed, which attracted everyone's attention.

Wang Tian, Zhao Gang, and Tang Qi all looked at Mu He, their faces a little solemn.

Mu He's momentum was like a rainbow, and the flames on the palm of his right hand were intertwined, turning into three rays of brilliance, and pressing down towards the stone pillar.

The interweaving of ice and fire produced a large amount of mist, and Mu He's right hand was incredibly hot, but after coming into contact with the cold ice of the stone pillar's expression, the red palm quickly returned to whiteness, leaving only a palm print on the surface of the hard ice cube, which did not melt away the ice.

"The Spirit Realm can't melt the ice, it seems that this seal is very powerful. ”

Tang Qi frowned, glanced at Wang Tian and Zhao Gang, and found that they were both lost in thought.

Above the three realms of martial arts cultivation is the five realms of cultivation, and the realm of cultivating spirits is the first realm of cultivation, which has already stepped into the realm of cultivation.

Mu He, as the head of the Mu family in the west of the city, is naturally not comparable to ordinary martial arts cultivators.

Wang Tian called Wang Chong to his side and told him to go back immediately.

Seeing this, Tang Qi also sent a master back to invite someone.

For a while, the figures in the square swayed and there were many discussions.

Inside the Taoist temple, Mu Feng looked back at the statue of Yunhua Zhenren, and always felt that there seemed to be some kind of relationship between this Taoist temple and the stone pillar.

Yunhua Taoist Temple is not big, and there is a courtyard and a well at the back.

Mu Feng came to the courtyard and walked around the well, but didn't find anything special.

"What are you looking around?"

The sudden voice startled Mu Feng, and the person who spoke turned out to be a little Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, who was about the same age as Mu Feng.

"I heard that this Yunhua Taoist Temple is extremely prosperous, I want to see what is special. ”

Mu Feng looked at the little Taoist priest and asked, "Who are you?"

"Dao Qingyun, what about you?"

The little Taoist priest had clear eyebrows, walked to Mu Feng's side, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Yunfeng, nine years old this year. ”

"We are the same year, you don't watch the excitement outside, why are you running here?"

Qingyun Little Daoist glared at Mu Feng, a little suspicious of his intentions.

"I'll show you something. ”

Mu Feng rolled his eyes, grabbed the little Taoist's hand, and pulled him to run to the statue of Yunhua Zhenren.

"See, the real person is bleeding and crying, what does this mean?"

Qingyun's little Taoist priest's face changed greatly, and he blurted out: "The omen of great evil, the legend has come true." ”

Mu Feng was curious: "What legend?"

Qingyun Little Taoist said: "This view was built by Yunhua Zhenren in the past, when the demon beasts were rampant in the city, and the real people left the treasure in order to live and work in peace and contentment for the people in the city, suppressing luck and expelling demon spirits." ”

Mu Feng was surprised: "Where is the treasure?"

The little Taoist priest glared at him and continued: "It is rumored that the real person left a word when he left, if the statue shed tears, a great disaster will come, and the treasure will reappear in the world, and choose another person who is destined." This legend has been passed down for a long time, and it is difficult to confirm whether it is true or false. ”

Mu Feng asked, "What is the treasure left by Yunhua Zhenren back then?"

The little Taoist priest scolded: "How do I know, I also heard what people say, and I know this." ”

Mu Feng looked at everything in the Taoist temple and looked around, which made Qingyun Little Taoist very unhappy.

"Even if there is a treasure left, it is also the thing of Yunhua Taoist Temple, you don't want to make a wrong idea. ”

Mu Feng smiled dryly: "I didn't have a bad idea, I was just curious, I just wanted to see what the treasure was." If I find it, I'll definitely give it to you. ”

"Believe that you have a ghost, go and go, don't disturb the purity of real people here. ”

The little Taoist priest of Qingyun pulled Mu Feng and forcibly pushed him out.

At this time, several powerful thoughts descended on this place, and some masters came, all of them coming towards the stone pillar.

A blue light fell on the stone pillar, releasing a powerful deterrent force, forcing the nearby onlookers to retreat one after another, their faces red and panting, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

It was an old man in a green robe, who appeared beside Mu He, staring at the stone pillar with his eyes like torches.

At the same time, five more figures fell, one by one, surrounded the stone pillars, and dispersed all the ordinary monks.

The six masters are all cultivators, and they can be said to be among the best in this Yunshan City.

Except for the presence of a cultivation master from each of the four major families, one of the remaining two was actually the guardian of the Red Dust Pavilion.

The other is Jia Jin, the city lord of Yunshan City, this person has always been low-key, who would have thought that he would appear here at this moment.