As soon as the words of the Zen Master Wuji fell, Gongsun Wuji's extremely disdainful cold snort came from Tan Yang's thoughts: "Cut! Don't be ashamed! An old bald donkey in the realm of Yuan Xiang dares to be so presumptuous in front of the old man, it really doesn't know how thick the sky is." ”

Tan Yang ignored it and said: "The Zen master doesn't know, the medicine king Ding was taken away, Jiang Kui and Jiang seniors are deeply ashamed, so they keep it a secret, not to mention that he is determined to take revenge himself, so naturally he will not go to your temple for help." It's a pity that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes, and after all, it still falls short, although he killed Gongsun Wuji, but the medicine king Ding was also burned. ”

In fact, these are Tan Yang's own speculations, but they are not far from the truth.

Zen Master Wuzhi nodded and said, "Amitabha, there is no distinction between good and evil in the living beings of all worlds, and all good and evil are all in one thought. Jiang Daoyou is blindly persistent, and he has never broken through the three liberation doors of 'emptiness, non-appearance, and non-doing'!"

After some sighing and sighing, the Zen Master got up to say goodbye, and when he left, he explained: "Master Tan, if you have the opportunity to go to the Medicine King Palace in the future, please convey your greetings to the old man on your behalf, no matter what the Medicine King Palace needs, you can go to the Brahma Temple to find the old man, and the temple will definitely help." ”

Gongsun Wuji was overjoyed, and said hurriedly: "Boy, don't miss the opportunity, you let this old monk pass on your great day, this is the secret of the Brahma Temple, much stronger than your little Wuxiang Chiba hand!"

Tan Yang ignored it, and it wasn't until he sent away the Wuji Zen Master that he unceremoniously sarcastic: "Gongsun Wuji, you are really Wuji, such a shameless bad idea." You can figure it out!"

However, he was secretly quietly moved. With the relationship between the Medicine King Palace and the Brahma Temple, it doesn't seem too much to be shameless......

As the weather gets cooler day by day. The chilling wind in the sky is becoming more and more biting.

The Demon Whale Flyship has reduced its flight altitude and spends most of its time flying at low altitude. As a result, more and more monks were encountered in the air, but most of them hid far away and did not encounter any trouble.

The Zen master is witty and funny, and in addition to passing on his skills to Zhong Hongying, he talked and laughed with everyone, reducing a lot of loneliness during the journey.

About half a month after leaving the Brahma Temple, Tan Yang smoothly broke through the fourth layer of the Qi Gathering Realm. Although Zhong Tianshi and the others had already been mentally prepared, they still praised Tan Yang a lot, especially Zhong Hongying, who was even more full of flavors, seeing that others were advancing by leaps and bounds, but he had become a wasted person, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Autumn turned to winter, and Tan Yang and his party finally entered the Western Regions. For thousands of years, the Western Regions have been vast and sparsely populated, and they are not as densely populated as Dongtu and Zhongzhou. It is full of grasslands, Gobi, ice peaks and primeval forests.

The sky is vast and wild, and the four fields are empty, barren and desolate.

Sometimes, the flight is half a day. The surrounding scenery has not changed much, only the vastness of heaven and earth and the silent desolation and coldness, this monotonous vision. It is easy to create a strong loneliness of abandonment in people's hearts.

At dusk on this day, the demon whale flying ship flew out of the vast Gobi. On the horizon of the Eternal Wasteland, a snow-capped mountain appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The Zen Master said: "This is the Qi Neem Mountains in the Western Regions. It's already the hinterland of the Western Regions. ”

From a distance, the height of the snow-capped peaks of the Qi Melia Mountains is four or five thousand zhang, and the pines and cypresses are lush and lush below the halfway point of the mountain, and the snow above the halfway point is covered with snow that does not melt for thousands of years, reflecting a dazzling light under the light of the setting sun.

The mountains are misty and misty, and from a distance, it seems that the snow-covered snow peaks are faintly standing as white giants standing in the sky.

When you fly closer, you can see that on the edge of the windward side of the snow peak, the snow is blown away by the wind and sand, and the mountain rocks are exposed in their true colors, dark green, red, brown yellow, gray and white, brown yellow, and earth red, which appear colorful and beautiful.

When the demon whale flying ship flew over the middle of the mountains, everyone's eyes couldn't help but suddenly light up, only to see that in a mountain col surrounded by dozens of snow peaks, there was a pool of blue-green lake with a size of 100 acres, like a huge piece of jade jade, inlaid in the mountains. On the mountains and mountains around the lake, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and in the twilight, the mist is faintly flowing and surging in the birch forest, and the clouds and mist are ethereal, just like a fairyland.

The clear water of the lake is as thick as condensation, the water waves are not exciting, quiet and deep, the green is as clear as a mirror, and the shadows of the mountains and trees are reflected in it, like a dream. The most amazing thing is that the lakeside is full of fragrant swaying wild chrysanthemums, red, golden, dark green, dark blue, snow white, flowers, colorful, colorful. There are also some five-colored chrysanthemum petals, which fall on the surface of the lake with the evening breeze, which is soft and quiet.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhong Hongying muttered, "Grandpa, let's go down and have a look!"

Zhong Tianshi nodded, and with an order, the Demon Whale Flying Ship slowly began to land from the sky under the control of the golden armor puppet.

Before he could land on the ground, Tan Yang suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, only to see a gravel path among the wild chrysanthemums under his feet, and at the end of the path was a birch wooden cloister trestle bridge, which led from the lakeside to an island of two or three acres in the middle of the lake. The island has strange flowers and plants, repairs bamboo fences, and there are more than a dozen grass houses and wooden houses hidden among the pines and cypresses, showing quiet and seclusion in the dust.

"Fengpan Valley! The qiē here is exactly the same as Fengpan Valley!"

Tan Yang suddenly remembered in his heart, the qiqi in front of him was very similar to the Fengpan Valley in the Ten Thousand Beast Demon Forest, but there was not a single towering plane tree on the island in the middle of the lake.

Zhong Tianshi and his entourage stood on the deck, no one spoke, quietly admiring the extremely beautiful scenery in front of them.

There is a kind of beauty in the world, which brings people not only shock, but also the washing of the body, mind and soul, as well as the deep feeling of the heart.

At this moment, a young woman's voice came from the island in the middle of the lake: "Fellow Daoists have a fate to come to Qianju Lake, how about you come to the Humble House?"

"Wouldn't it?" Tan Yang was secretly surprised, "How can this voice be a little similar to the old demon Tong?"

Before the words fell, I saw three figures appear at the end of the trestle bridge on the island, a young man in yellow about thirty years old, handsome and fierce, a girl in a light green dress of eighteen or nineteen, beautiful and dusty, and an elderly Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.

When Tan Yang saw that old way, he almost exclaimed: "My God, how could it be him?"

He involuntarily glanced at Hu Mei'er, and the latter was also looking at him in surprise and inexplicably, and nodded quietly, it seemed that he was not mistaken, the old Taoist priest had swert eyebrows, a lewd face, and one eye was covered by a black cloth, it was the one-eyed old Dao Lu asked the machine!

Just when Tan Yang and Hu Mei'er were in shock, Zhong Tianshi said in a low voice: "This place is desolate and uninhabited for tens of thousands of miles, barren and desolate, and even birds and beasts are rare and rare. I'm afraid these three people are not Terrans, and besides, there are many prohibitions on the island, so it is better not to go. ”

Feng Wanli snorted coldly and said, "These two people don't have human fireworks on them, they must be demon spirit clans, but that one-eyed old Taoist is a genuine human race monk." It seems that the man is an old monster in the Yuanxiang realm, and the woman is just a cultivator in the Zhenggang realm, with the three of us, what else is there to fear?"

The Zen master of Wuzhi was also bold and bold, and said with a smile: "People sincerely invite, if they refuse, it is not in line with reason." Besides, it's getting late now, so you might as well rest for a night in this beautiful mountain and water place. ”

Zhong Tianshi was as good as a stream, no longer arguing, and said loudly: "Zhong Chengji, the Linghai Pavilion in the East of the Poor Road, will disturb the immortal residence." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw dozens of water-like ripples rippling up in the birch wooden trestle corridor, and then dissipated. Everyone knew in their hearts that it was the owner of the island who had opened the layers of prohibitions on the island.

Zhong Tianshi and his entourage slowly landed on the island, only to see that the island was full of trees, green grass, strange flowers and fruits planted all over it, and the fragrance hit people. Obviously, it is the early winter when everything is sparse, and there is no bitter cold here, but it is full of spring, and it is really a blessed place for pure heart cultivation.

Walking closer, Tan Yang really recognized that the one-eyed old man was Lu Wenji, at this time Lu Wenji also recognized Tan Yang and Hu Mei'er, and couldn't help but be shocked, and was about to step forward to recognize each other, but there was a voice as low as a mosquito's chirp in the ear drum: "Lu Daoyou, it's inconvenient to speak here, let's just assume that we don't know each other!"

After all, Lu Wenji has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and he reacted immediately, but fortunately, his old face was full of wrinkles like orange peel, and the change in his expression did not attract the attention of others.

Under the guidance of the three masters, everyone sat down in a wooden house made of green bamboo, which was simply furnished, with wooden tables and bamboo benches, and was spotlessly clean. As soon as Fang sat down, Lu Wenji asked the two boys in Tsing Yi to bring dim sum and tea, and it seemed that his identity here was just a servant.

After some greetings and introductions, everyone learned that this place is called Qianju Lake. The man in yellow is called Mei Tingsong, and the woman in green is called Mei Aoshuang, they are a husband and wife, and the one-eyed old Dao Lu Wenji is actually a registered disciple of the two!

Tan Yang secretly smacked his tongue, when he was in Jinghai City, when he asked Lu Wenji what his plans were for the future, he once said that he was going to look for his mentor to end up in the mountains and forests, but he didn't expect that his mentors would be two thousand-year-old demons! Lu Wenji was already a highly accomplished celestial whisperer, so wouldn't his master really be an immortal who knew five hundred years before and three hundred years later?

Mei Tingsong did not hide it, and took the initiative to admit that his wife and his wife were the body cultivators of the plum tree, and they had been practicing in seclusion here for thousands of years. Forests, flowers, and other plant-based demon spirit clans have no spiritual wisdom congenitally, and there are very few people who can cultivate into human form after calamities, and it is ten thousand times more difficult than the human race and animal demon spirit clans to cultivate.

"Plum trees become demons? Could it be that these two are the originators of plum blossoms?"

Tan Yang thought to himself, no wonder Lu Wenji's level is so high, famous teachers produce high apprentices, and there are two originator-level celestial whisperers to cultivate and guide, so it's no wonder that the level is not high.

At this time, the Zen Master of Wuzhi said: "The two Taoist friends are the body of the plum tree, why is this place full of wild chrysanthemums, and it is also named Qianju Lake?"

(To be continued......)