"Didn't you tell me about seeing him in Jiang Songshan..." The man who was rolling around among the many Yin corpses kept hiding himself, finally revealed his position after seeing Xuan Min's appearance. He still had a blind eye on his body. At first glance, he looked no different from Yin corpses. The minced meat had already shook to the ground while constantly avoiding and running. The exposed bones were crooked, as if they were pieced together, shining yellow and black, emitting a disgusting smell.

However, the real Yin corpse around him was suppressed and collapsed to the ground under the golden light, and only a little bit of ecstasy and lingering in his eyes. Therefore, he was particularly prominent and could tell at a glance.

There was only a skull left on his head, cracks were everywhere on his bones, the dry old skin was tightly wrapped around the bones, and there were only two black holes left in his eye sockets. Naturally, there was no subtle expression on such a face, but from his blankly opened mouth, he must have been so surprised that he forgot his situation.

If he takes action at this time, he probably won't have time to react.

However, Xue Xian could no longer see him. Except for the golden light, everything in the valley seemed to have nothing to do with him. He only knew that the pain in his spine penetrated into his heart, and he seemed to be stabbed into his body with a knife. His chest was filled with a terrifying coldness, which was so cold that it was cold.

Xuan Min and him were separated by rocks, golden light, and thick mist. But he did not raise his hand to sweep away the mist, but he still looked at the white shadow on the stone peak quietly through the mist, and repeated softly: "National Master?"

Many details of the past poured into the mind at that moment, useful, useless, clear and vague, flashed in a messy way that made people feel painful. With the title of "national teacher", it suddenly became clear-

Unusual ability, relationship with the government, a particularly particular personality, and the team I met last time at the foot of the Duji Mountain...

In fact, there are clues everywhere showing Xuan Min's identity. These days, especially after entering the Hundred Wormhole, the vague discomfort that lingers is simply a subconscious uneasy, and even a sense of cowardice.

He had already felt something, but he was always ignoring it intentionally or unintentionally.

Even though he had experienced Xuan Min's memory by himself by using the influence of copper coins, he still held the last bit of luck and wanted to ask Xuan Min for a clear answer in person. He could even pretend to be stupid. As long as Xuan Min shook his head and denied it, as long as Xuan Min said the word "no"...

"Year of Wuchen, the seventh day of the sixth month..." Xue Xian stared at the white shadow behind the mist, and softly spoke and repeated what Xuan Min said in his memory.

He saw the white shadow move stiffly.

It’s just that the water mist is too heavy, making it difficult for him to tell whether it is an illusion.

"What day is the seventh day of the sixth month of the year of Wuchen..." Xue Xian's eyes remained motionless and he finished asking the whole sentence.

In his long life that was almost endless, he never cared about a person's answers like this. For a moment, he even regretted it a little, trying to interrupt and take back the question.

It was the first time he was so afraid of listening to the truth.

However, the man on the rock once said to him, "I won't lie to you."

Xuan Min was silent for a long time, until Xue Xian's chest was so cold that he almost lost consciousness, he heard him say in a somewhat mute voice: "The True Dragon Tribulation Period..."

Xue Xian's eyelashes moved, and then quietly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was expressionless. He looked at Xuan Min again and said a word in a calm and panicking voice: "Okay."

*******

In a temple dozens of miles away from Jiangsong Mountain, a little novice monk with a youthful aura in his face was sitting cross-legged by the window reading scriptures. He was about to turn the pages, but the room suddenly became cloudy and lightning was thundering.

The little novice monk put down the scriptures, stretched his head out of the window and looked out.

Their temple is built against the mountain, the highest point within a radius of ten miles. From his perspective, you can vaguely see a mountain in the distance, with vast rivers in front of the mountain and a lonely temple on the mountain.

The black clouds and lightning came inexplicably, without any signs, as if God had suddenly been hurt and had a temper.

The black clouds rolled layer by layer, and in just a blink of an eye, they covered the other end of the sky, suppressed and sagging, as if they were pressing heavily on the roof, and they could reach it with their hands.

The little shaman looked at it and found it strange and strange. He really wanted to find it out, but before his fingers were stretched out, the heavy rain suddenly fell.

The rain was so great that it could not even see the mountains in the distance. Only a faint shadow of the lonely temple could be seen.

The little shaman's hand was hurt by the rain, and the cuffs of the gray cloth monk's clothes were immediately wet and stuck to his forearm. The soaked sleeves wrapped around his body naturally would not feel comfortable, but the little shaman didn't care and just stared at the heavy rain.

For some reason, he felt that the rain was so heavy that it seemed like catharsis, which made people feel sad, as if they were also trapped by the black cloud, so depressed and breathless.

He was still young and lived in the mountains for a long time, and rarely had such unreasonable emotions. He only suddenly thought of the scriptures he had just read. There was a sentence in it that he could not understand: It is caused by love, and it is caused by love. If you are separated from love, there is no worry or fear. [1]

He looked at the heavy rain that had been silent for a long time until his senior brother came in and told him to close the window.

"Senior brother, I just saw someone in the mountain temple in front of me." The little shaman raised his hand and pointed to the mountain shadow that was as light as blue smoke in the heavy rain, and turned around and said.

"What trick do you do? Can you see someone so far away?" The senior brother was amused and cried, and said, "No, that's Daze Temple, a famous ghost temple. It's been deserted for countless years, where did people come from."

"I really saw it. Before it rained, I was wearing white clothes and standing on the top of the tower again. But when I looked again, I had disappeared." The little novice chanted "Amitabha", and as he said, he thought of something lonely and wild ghost coming up.

In fact, it doesn’t take the senior brother to say that he also knew that the lonely temple was Daze Temple.

When he was a child, he heard his senior brothers mention a few words, saying that a long time ago, perhaps more than a hundred years or more, or more than two hundred years ago, a young man from southern Xinjiang shaved his hair at Daze Temple and had not received the precepts. Daze Temple suddenly encountered thunder and fire, and all the monks died in the fire. So even the people mentioned Daze Temple in private. In addition to sighing, they were talking about the young man in southern Xinjiang who was probably a disaster star that restrained others and self-restrained.

More than ten years later, some people said that they had seen a monk in white in the mountains of Songjiang. They picked up an abandoned baby in front of the abandoned temple of Daze Temple and left.

The woodcutter in the white-clothed monk said confidently that the monk rolled up his sleeves and had a totem that only existed on the southern border on his exposed wrist.

Decades later, someone also saw a monk in white in the mountains of Songjiang. Of course, the monk did not roll up his sleeves this time, so he naturally couldn't see if there was any totem on his wrist, but the monk also picked up a child in the mountains and left.

Of course, these rumors have not been widely circulated because they are not verified. To this day, there are only people who occasionally mention them in this temple that is far away from Daze Temple. The little novice monk remembers that when his senior brother talked to him, he also mentioned it with a funny look: Master has told me before, and the most outrageous rumor is that the young man from southern Xinjiang is the monk in white, and the monk in white is the later national teacher.

"What about the abandoned babies and the children who came later?" Xiaoxiaomi asked at the time.

The senior brother answered angrily: "Do you really believe it? Where can I go?"

Therefore, the lonely ghost temple is always accompanied by various legends in the heart of Xiaoxiami, which seems mysterious and unpredictable. It is possible to see anything there.

"Don't be stunned. The rain is surprisingly heavy. I heard that the rivers in the county are flooding this morning. If the rain rains again, it will be flooding your ankles. If you keep the windows so open, the house will probably be flooded soon." The senior brother said.

The little novice monk responded repeatedly, reached out and grabbed the window frame. When he was about to pull it back, he subconsciously glanced at the sky and stopped.

"Senior brother..."

"So what's wrong? It's so hard to close the window?" The senior brother came over with laughter and cry, intending to raise his hand to help him pull it, but saw the little shakimi pointing at the black cloud in a daze and said blankly: "I seem to have seen the dragon..."

When the senior brother heard this, he was about to knock on his head, but he saw a long shadow suddenly passing by in the dark clouds, wrapped in the white clouds and thunder, unable to see clearly. But the shadow looks like a dragon no matter how you look!

"Oh my God--" the senior brother shouted blankly.

The little shakimi pointed at Songjiangshan and said with a dull look on her face: "It seems like she is heading for Daze Temple!"

At the same time, in the Daze Temple on the top of Songjiang Mountain, a group of people from the Taichang Temple Nuoyi team were standing in the main hall. The fire did not last long, but because of its remote location, the incense was sparse, and there were only a few monks. The fire was struck by lightning at night, so no one could escape.

In fact, the fire only burned the back, and the several halls in front were not seriously damaged.

Taibu and Taizhu followed the instructions of the national master and took a hundred men to sit in a circle in the hall. Taibu was at the head and Taizhu was sealed at the tail. On the ground in the middle was a small stone carving with complex runes carved on it, covered with oily paper talismans from top to bottom, and the bottom of the stone carving was drawn with blood.

Taibu and his name pierced a blood dot to the tip of his thumb, and bright red blood beads suddenly emerged from the small dot. Just as they were about to drip, a sigh suddenly sounded in the hall. The sound was so light that it was mixed with the wind outside the hall, so that no one except Taibu was stunned for a moment, no one could react.

Taibu frowned and swept around vigilantly, but remembered that they had searched carefully for the hall when they arrived, and there was no idle person.

Did you hear it wrong?

Taibu talked to himself in his heart, but finally shook his head and stopped caring about this. She gave instructions to everyone, then raised her hand and pressed her thumb with blood beads on the ground in front of her. A hundred men and Taizhu also pressed down.

Then I saw blood lines as thin as hair extending out from the place where my thumb pressed, as if I had become alive, crawling towards the stone sculpture.

Then everyone closed their eyes and opened their mouths and recited the scriptures in a low voice.

A buzzing sound came from the hall and suddenly drifted in the heavy rain...
Chapter completed!