How can past events be followed by clouds and mists (Part 2)

The clouds and mist are shrouded in the mountains, and red lanterns are everywhere.

The autumn rain is drizzling, and the children are naturally happy. When the rain passes, the water in the stream rises and falls. There will be many small fish or loaches left on the pebbles by the river. You only need to carry a wooden barrel and you can pick up half of the barrel on the river bank.

But the rain made the people a little annoyed.

The ripe rice was covered in the fields, and the fruits prepared to make dried fruits fell down from the fruit trees. This year, the food for winter was less than half.

They were leaning against a mountain, which the villagers called Persimmon Mountain.

They can go to the front mountain, and the front mountain is full of persimmons. In autumn, the mountain is red, as if the wealthy families are preparing to hold weddings and hang lanterns on the top of the mountain. They go to the mountain to pick persimmons and then dry them into persimmon cakes. In their spare time, this is the best snack.

As for the back mountain, the living people have never been there. Those who have been to the back mountain have never come back.

No matter where the people go, they have a better way, and some terrifying rumors passed down from generation to generation. Over time, no one is willing to go to the back mountain.

Four people and a cat came to the foot of the Persimmon Mountain. Xu Changan used some broken silver to have a good meal at the villagers' home. Although it was not very luxurious, the fragrance of the bacon, the deliciousness of the fish, and the laughter of the villagers jokingly made Xu Changan think of the days in Weicheng and the bacon in the alleys of Chang'an.

The four people and one cat did not tell the villagers their destination. When the dogs in the village began to squint and the sound of frogs in the rice fields was rising one after another, the four people and one cat quietly left the door.

Several dogs with sensitive perception found four people and Fang wanted to speak. Xiaobai glared at the eyes. The dog sobbed twice and then continued to lie down.

Ji Qiuyang and everyone climbed up the Persimmon Mountain and walked directly towards the back mountain.

Behind the Persimmon Mountain is a red maple forest. In the mouth of the world of practice, there is another name.

Holy Mountain.

"Why don't you just pass by the sword?"

Xu Changan asked a question, and Ji Qiuyang, who was walking in front, paused, stopped, glanced at Zheng Dayi, and asked him to explain.

Zheng Daxian had a bitter face all the way over. If it were in the past, he would have divined before he did things to determine the good or bad luck. But if these things were related to Xu Changan, he would not be able to divine. And if he forced divination, he would not be able to bear it.

The higher the cultivation level, the more refined the divination technique, the greater the backlash.

If Li Daoyi was here, his precious apprentice would spit at most a few mouthfuls of blood, lie on for a few months or have a few more hair whiter, and he would also be able to calculate some clues. However, if he had to forcibly divine things related to Xu Chang'an, he would be afraid that he would either die or be disabled.

Zheng Dayi thought this way, after all, it is the purpose of their Tianji Pavilion to harm his disciples or masters. Ji Qiuyang went to cause trouble, wouldn’t those old guys still throw themselves out?

The more I think about it this way, the more I feel a little sorry. Why didn’t I catch two junior nephews when I came out? Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so distressed now.

"Big chested Taoist, speak!"

Seeing Zheng Dayi crying, Xu Changan reminded with a smile.

Zheng Daqiong sighed softly and hugged the little white cat lying on his head.

"In this village, there must be a suspicion of the Holy Mountain, and many of them are descendants of the Holy Mountain disciples. They have no cultivation, but they listen to the elders in the Holy Mountain. Of course, most people do not know the existence of the Holy Mountain. And the Holy Mountain puts them here, which is a natural way of life.

The barrier is easier to use than any formation."

Xu Changan and Jian Wuwei both frowned, not understanding their intentions.

"Why is this?"

Zheng Dayi looked at the quiet village below and said, "The Holy Mountain will attack Shu Mountain every few decades, but the righteous path has never attacked the Holy Mountain or other demonic sects once. Do you know why?"

Xu Changan shook his head.

"In terms of strength, both sides are similar. Sometimes the demon path is stronger, and sometimes the righteous path is stronger. When the demon path is strong, you can break through Shushan and hit outside the Lingyin Temple. But when the righteous path is strong, the demon path only needs to hide in the mountains, and the righteous path has no way."

Xu Changan followed Zheng Dayan's eyes and saw the foot of the mountain, sighed, and he understood.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain are the best barriers and are easier to use than any powerful formation.

"Senior Ji walked through this village to tell them a truth."

Xu Changan's face was a little nervous and he didn't want to hear that answer.

"We don't care about the villagers they placed at the foot of the mountain." Xu Changan felt nervous when he heard this.

"Someone in the village knows that we are practitioners, and the old village chief has also taken action to stop him, but you two guys don't know."

Zheng Dayan smiled and looked at the two of them proudly.

"I secretly made a few moves with the old village chief. He is just a master. At this time, the news of our uphill should have spread."

"Since you are going to take revenge, you cannot be affected by any factors."

Ji Qiuyang turned around and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

...

After crossing the mountain, although it was night, the mountain was red, like blood stained.

"Senior, please follow me."

A voice sounded, and then four or five figures fell in front of him. Xu Changan saw it clearly, and the leader was the old village chief in the village.

With Ji Qiuyang here, they don’t have to worry about safety issues at all.

The group walked into the cave, and dripping water came from time to time in the cave. The cave was dark and cold, and green flames were burning on both sides.

This was the first time Xu Changan came to this holy mountain. It was dark and damp, which reminded him of the mice in prison.

Not long after, I arrived at the main hall.

There are only three chairs in the hall, with a dark golden chair in the highest position, and two chairs left, one on the left and one on the right.

There were four people standing in the hall, two old acquaintances.

The boy in white was still, but his face was even paler. He was the current Holy Son Qing Jiu; and the other Holy Son was there, he was wearing a black robe and holding a knife, with a cold face.

There were a lot more torches in the hall, and the fire was even more intense, which made people feel even colder.

Apart from the two holy sons, there were only two left.

Both of them were wearing masks. When they saw Ji Qiuyang, they bowed respectfully.

"I just heard that Senior Ji has escaped from the barriers. I didn't expect to see Senior so soon!" Ji Qiuyang glanced at the two of them and said lightly: "The Holy Temple is moving fast. So quickly, I sent a lower realm Kaitian and a grand master to come here."

"How can you not worry about the arrival of senior?" The person who spoke was a noble person who was very respectful to Ji Qiuyang.

"Do you know what I'm here?" Ji Qiuyang's face remained unchanged and he said slowly.

The lower realm of the Holy Temple, Kaitian, smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

"Please give me a message..."

"Hanshan Temple!"

The Kaitian Realm's face changed. When he came out of the Holy Hall, he was told to treat this senior carefully. Ji Qiuyang was originally difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He could make a fool of himself and step on the mountain gate of the right path. He could not only worship Buddha sincerely, but also become close friends with people in the devil's path.

Some people in the Holy Temple knew in their hearts that as long as they provoke this senior, they would never come to the door for the so-called righteousness. Of course, this must be based on the condition that the practice of the demonic path has not carried out a large-scale massacre.

The only thing is Hanshan Temple.

The old host of Hanshan Temple and Ji Qiuyang were old friends. Ji Qiuyang disappeared inexplicably and the world was in chaos. Now he has become the descendant of the elder of the Holy Temple and passes through Hanshan Temple, which is why this bloody case is left behind.

"This is a misunderstanding."

A voice sounded, and then four or five figures fell in front of him. Xu Changan saw it clearly, and the leader was the old village chief in the village.

With Ji Qiuyang here, they don’t have to worry about safety issues at all.

The group walked into the cave, and dripping water came from time to time in the cave. The cave was dark and cold, and green flames were burning on both sides.

This was the first time Xu Changan came to this holy mountain. It was dark and damp, which reminded him of the mice in prison.

Not long after, I arrived at the main hall.

There are only three chairs in the hall, with a dark golden chair in the highest position, and two chairs left, one on the left and one on the right.

There were four people standing in the hall, two old acquaintances.

The boy in white was still, but his face was even paler. He was the current Holy Son Qing Jiu; and the other Holy Son was there, he was wearing a black robe and holding a knife, with a cold face.

There were a lot more torches in the hall, and the fire was even more intense, which made people feel even colder.

Apart from the two holy sons, there were only two left.

Both of them were wearing masks. When they saw Ji Qiuyang, they bowed respectfully.

"I just heard that Senior Ji has escaped from the barriers. I didn't expect to see Senior so soon!" Ji Qiuyang glanced at the two of them and said lightly: "The Holy Temple is moving fast. So quickly, I sent a lower realm Kaitian and a grand master to come here."

"How can you not worry about the arrival of senior?" The person who spoke was a noble person who was very respectful to Ji Qiuyang.

"Do you know what I'm here?" Ji Qiuyang's face remained unchanged and he said slowly.

The lower realm of the Holy Temple, Kaitian, smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

"Please give me a message..."

"Hanshan Temple!"

The Kaitian Realm's face changed. When he came out of the Holy Hall, he was told to treat this senior carefully. Ji Qiuyang was originally difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He could make a fool of himself and step on the mountain gate of the right path. He could not only worship Buddha sincerely, but also become close friends with people in the devil's path.

Some people in the Holy Temple knew in their hearts that as long as they provoke this senior, they would never come to the door for the so-called righteousness. Of course, this must be based on the condition that the practice of the demonic path has not carried out a large-scale massacre.

The only thing is Hanshan Temple.

The old host of Hanshan Temple and Ji Qiuyang were old friends. Ji Qiuyang disappeared inexplicably and the world was in chaos. Now he has become the descendant of the elder of the Holy Temple and passes through Hanshan Temple, which is why this bloody case is left behind.

"This is a misunderstanding."

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