Changfeng crosses Baishi

The various sects of Hongchen Dao received a souvenir with the same content within three days: Hurry to Cuiwei.

At the end of May, a heavy rain is coming.

The already gloomy atmosphere around Cuiwei Mountain became colder and colder. The jackdaws that should have lived in the farther north jumped onto the dry branches against the four seasons, and their hoarse voices sounded like mourning from hundreds of miles away.Thunder and lightning are intertwined, the fields are barren, and there is no grass growing as far as the eye can see. The sky and the earth are connected into a vast dark blue, and the shadow of the ancient flood can be vaguely seen.

The pagoda trees all over the trees withered in an instant, and the mudstone path was covered with a layer of snow-like white in an instant.On the bare branches, the gold-plated mountain-sealing talisman vibrated uncomfortably.

There was a bang of thunder, rolling through the dark clouds, and directly submerged into the top of Cuiwei Mountain.

When a heavy rain poured down, no one saw that in the dilapidated earth temple, a thin crack slowly cracked behind the clay statue of the benevolent earth boy who was half buried in the earth...

The desk, which had been decayed for an unknown number of years, shattered into powder with a "crack".

Immediately, some light flickered like a firefly, riding on the sound, and scattered in the cold wind.

Six hundred miles away, Lin'an City.

The sweltering heat persisted until dusk, when the whole sky seemed to be pressing down heavily on the earth.

"Why is there such a strong wind all of a sudden?" Xiao Baishi frowned and glanced out of the window, the branches trembled, the fishy smell in the rain even smelled of the distant sea, which made one's heart skip a beat for no reason.

Ying Changfeng leaned against the window with his sword in his arms, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and said, "It's going to rain soon."

Xiao Baishi said: "I know, but this wind is a little strange... I always feel that it is too weird, it doesn't look like the wind before the rain, but it seems... It comes from the sea, and there are waves in the wind."

Ying Changfeng opened his eyes.

Xiao Baishi was already sensitive to these things, but now he has improved to a higher level, so he can't say wrong.

"On the sea..." Ying Changfeng frowned slightly, and then pointed like a sword and wiped the black scabbard of Yuanshan Dai, a cold light passed by, and a distraction of spiritual consciousness appeared in midair.

With hundreds of years of cultivation behind, Ying Changfeng's distraction cannot be compared with Xiao Heyan's, and he has not yet cultivated a human form that can transmit various messages, but there is no problem in communicating thousands of miles away for a short time.

"Go." Ying Changfeng waved his finger, and the distraction turned into a beam of light and jumped out of the window.

Xiao Baishi: "Is it going to the far sea?"

"Just check the situation near the mouth of the sea. If there is anything unusual, I will know." After Ying Changfeng explained, he glanced at the densely written words in front of Xiao Baishi, and asked, "Is there any news about your father?"

Xiao Baishi shook his head.

Within ten days after Muhe left, there was no news from Cuiwei Mountain.

What Ying Changfeng said that day, "Shen Yizhou knew that you have psychic skills" shocked Xiao Baishi, making Xiao Baishi reluctant to stay in Lin'an.But he had nothing to do all day long, and he followed the yard for several days without seeing a single person. Xiao Baishi wanted to find something to do for himself, so he dug out the "Cuiwei Notebook".

Although the man's handwriting was difficult to read at first, thinking that it might be the most orthodox and only inheritance of spiritism, Xiao Baishi asked Ying Changfeng how to read it, and he gritted his teeth and persisted.

It was difficult at the beginning, but later he used other methods, and recorded it one more time in the current text as he memorized it, so as to "learn" a period of Qi refining method and consolidate it.Fortunately, Xiao Baishi has read a lot in the past, and he is very patient in reading strange things, otherwise he will be tortured crazy by those squishy words.

The method of refining qi is just an introduction, and the essence of spiritism is the ghost painting symbols written more and more concisely and with more and more complex meanings.

One is to control spiritual power, and the other is to control various "qi".After comprehending the deep realm, everything is no longer hidden in his own eyes, and the secrets of heaven and earth are close at hand——

Then ascension is only one step away.

Ying Changfeng's guess is correct. Spiritualism is so powerful that it is even stigmatized now.People are always afraid of what they cannot control, especially when others can control their fear will be infinitely magnified.

Monks cannot jump out of this exception.

There is already a shadow of what happened back then: Xin Yi is a monk who lives alone in Cuiwei Mountain, does not associate with the world, has a strong cultivation base and has inherited the most orthodox spiritism.Later, I met Xiao Heyan—a "newcomer" from the Dongting clan who had just entered the Qi refining period—the two knew each other and fell in love, and then, something that Xiao Heyan regretted until now happened, and Xin Yi also died.

But there are still many questions.

First, the handwriting can tell people's hearts. Xin Yi can live alone for hundreds of years, even if his heart is not as calm as water, it should be very calm.No matter how impulsive and ignorant Xiao Heyan was back then, why did he have to end up ruined and the Taoist history tacitly erased this past?

Secondly, is the original inheritance of Cuiwei Mountain handed down from one person to another?Otherwise, why didn't Xin Yi have any senior brothers, and didn't recruit disciples to justify the name of spiritism?As long as everyone knows the ins and outs, won't the innocence of spiritism be repaid naturally?

The last and most puzzling part.

Since spiritism is not lost, judging from the remnants inherited by Xiao Baishi, it is indeed not the art of evil spirits.So when did it start, all the wind direction began to be reversed, and why...

Back then, Qinglong refused to enter the Spiritual Pond, and was driven by a monk who had been swallowed by the demons to destroy fertile land and towns, and the world changed color.This person's cultivation is by no means an ordinary monk, what is the difference from Xin Yi's spiritism?

who's that person?

Why is Xiao Heyan unwilling to tell?

The enchanted Azure Dragon...

Was it really sealed under the Heaven-Mending Stone in the East China Sea?

Thinking about these questions, Xiao Baishi's mood, which was a little restless because of the breath of the distant sea, became more and more turbulent.He tightened his fingers holding the pen holder, and some resentment burst from the bottom of his heart——

Then someone pressed his shoulder, and a trace of spiritual energy invaded, mercilessly suppressing those evil thoughts.

Ying Changfeng's voice rang in my ears: "You just went into a trance again. Try to control yourself next time, and it will be dangerous if you do this again one day when I'm not by your side."

Xiao Baishi woke up in a jerk, looked down, and saw thick ink dripping from the tip of the pen on the white paper, smudged black, and soaked a large area.He hastily put the pen aside to save his half-day results, and the Cuiwei note next to him was blown by the wind, flipping through a few pages, stopping at the dividing line between paper and silk.

"What..." Xiao Baishi complained in a low voice about his carelessness, and went to get the book impatiently, but stopped suddenly.

Xin Yi's handwriting appeared the latest, and the reason why he could recognize it was from the familiar red leopard, it was Xin Yi's close partner and the only consolation in the long and lonely years.

before that……

Xiao Baishi turned to the cover in a hurry, and there was a name in front of Xin Yi.

——Jiang Yuan.

Ying Changfeng seemed to be able to fully understand Xiao Baishi's intentions from his actions. He walked from the window to the table, sat down and flipped through two pages of Jiang Yuan's handwriting: "He is restless and impetuous."

"I can tell." Xiao Baishi interjected, "This... I don't know if he is a senior from the same family as my father or my master. He is hesitant to write. His handwriting is wild but there are heavy traces of modification. Whenever he encounters something that doesn't suit him, he will erase it. Yes. Although the part recorded by him is only a few pages, it is packed to the brim, and when you look carefully, you can’t find anything.”

"Well, it's as if he's just filling the booklet with little mention of the understanding of spiritism and the origin of 'Tao'. This is not in line with the original intention of practice."

The monk cultivates himself by collecting the aura of all things. After many trials and hardships, in order to prove the Dao, he returns to the original and lives the same life as the heaven and the earth. He floats ninety thousand miles, everywhere and omnipotent.

This road is "flying".

Even Xin Yi's random illustrations contain his understanding of spirit beasts, his sensitivity, kindness, his regret and guilt... these are his "Tao".

But there is no "road" between the lines in Jiang Yuan's words.

Nothing but violence, suspicion.

"He wrote the word 'magic' here," Xiao Baishi pointed at a corner that had been painted out, "What's the intention? His Taoism seems to be completely different from Daddy's, but they should know each other..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Baishi kept thinking, when suddenly the rain poured down outside the window.

At the same time, Ying Changfeng was distracted and rushed into the room from the gap blown away by the strong wind. Ying Changfeng snapped his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and his face darkened instantly.

Xiao Baishi had no time to think about "Jiang Yuan", he looked at Ying Changfeng anxiously: "What's the matter?"

"There is a change in the sea, but it's not obvious and it's not to the extent that it can cause the sky and the earth to change color." Ying Changfeng paused, opened his eyes and said, "The location of the problem is... Cuiwei Mountain."

Xiao Baishi stood up abruptly.

Ying Changfeng continued: "Also, about ten miles outside Lin'an City, if you feel right, your red leopard is here."

Red leopard?Wasn't it left in the clouds?

Before he had time to think about why the red leopard was able to break through Cuiwei's barrier to seal the mountain, Xiao Baishi was only surprised for a moment, first put away the "Cuiwei Notes" on the table, and then ran out with his pack.It seemed that there was a voice in his heart telling him to go, and he didn't even know about Hui Ying Changfeng and didn't think clearly about his own arrangement.

The Dongdong Mountain was free to come and go, and after leaving the barrier, the sound of rain filled his ears, and Xiao Baishi's clothes were soaked through immediately.He wiped the rainwater off his face, and when he looked back, a stream of light flashed across the bluestone road at the end of the alley.

He was confused for a moment, not knowing what to do.

The red leopard left, the changes in Cuiwei Mountain... Are the people of the Tiandimeng really so desperate to attack them?Why hasn't the news of the senior brother been passed on for so many days?

Father...how is it?

It's not the way to get caught in the rain, what about avoiding raindrops?

Xiao Baishi lowered his head to look for him, suddenly an umbrella covered him, his eyes fell on Ying Changfeng's fingers holding the umbrella, Xiao Baishi realized that he had lost his composure just now.

The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and the rain that hung from his eyelashes dripped onto his collar like a tear.

The monk thinks he can go to heaven and earth, but when the news is cut off, he will be wrapped in helplessness just like ordinary people.Xiao Baishi looked at Ying Changfeng, tremblingly said: "...What should I do?"

Ying Changfeng grabbed his shoulders and said nothing, Yuan Shandai was behind her back, and she and Xiao Baishi huddled together under an umbrella and walked towards the direction of leaving the city.

The rain curtain connects the sky and the earth, and after leaving Lin'an, the raindrops finally come into play, and the oil-paper umbrella is blown by the wind and is about to burst.Ying Changfeng covered Xiao Baishi and let him lean in his arms, and forced a wave of spiritual power into the rain-proof bead with his fingertips, and the bead became brighter instantly, forming a thin protective film around the two of them.

Afterwards, a cover-up was used to hide the figures of the two, and Ying Changfeng led him to guard the sword.Different from Xiao Baishi's crooked, Ying Changfeng already has another realm on this road, and Yuan Shandai takes her body as a boat without any bumps.

The wind and rain did not invade, Xiao Baishi finally regained some reason, and carefully searched for the whereabouts of the red leopard.

Lin'an is a land of blessings, Xiao Baishi easily found the sounds that did not belong to ordinary beasts from all kinds of mixed clear and turbid breaths.After pointing in a certain direction, he followed the wind, and the spiritual energy became stronger and stronger, followed by a strong smell of blood——

Under a tree, several villagers surrounded something, and the sticks in their hands were about to rain down.

The rain became a little weaker, Xiao Baishi exclaimed: "It's really it!"

After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Baishi to say more, Ying Changfeng directly abandoned the unspoken rule that "practice should not show his abilities in the world", raised his hand, and two sharp sword auras went straight towards those people.