Qixuan

Gongsun Yuebai was sitting on the top of Beiyan Mountain, with a huge three-legged tripod standing in front of her. Black liquid was tumbling inside, and the screams of ghosts came and went.

The howling mountain wind tore at her robe.

Ji Chen jumped down from mid-air, he took out Luli from the ring and slashed at Gongsun Yuebai, the black barrier bounced him out.

"You're here?" Gongsun Yuebai opened his eyes, "Do you want to understand? It would be great if you could make my Gods Sword a sword spirit, so that you won't live in fear in the future. day."

"Where is Ye Feng?" Ji Chen stood three feet away and looked at Gongsun Yuebai coldly.

"Here." Gongsun Yuebai raised his chin and pointed at the giant three-legged cauldron, "It's almost there. In a quarter of an hour, it will almost become a part of the sword of the gods."

Ji Chen grabbed the hair tie off, raised Lu Li and slashed at Gongsun Yuebai, "I greet your ancestor!"

Lu Lixue's white blade was instantly covered with a layer of blood-red light, and Gongsun Yuebai's enchantment was instantly shattered.

The mountain wind of the northern geese turned a corner in an instant, and they all gathered on the top of the mountain.

Ji Chen released all the demon energy in his body, and they pressed down on Gongsun Yuebai like a hundred thousand mountains.

Before Gongsun Yuebai could react, Ji Chen chopped off his left arm.

The demonic energy on Ji Chen's body soared, and black horns protruded from the top of his head, "I just don't want to cause trouble. I took into account your status in Qiyun Mountain, and I kept giving in, but I misled you into thinking that I was afraid of you. That's really true. I'm so sorry for you."

Ji Chen opened a bloody gash on the palm of his hand with Lu Li, and he smeared the blood on the knife.

Ji Chen raised the knife and landed, and the huge three-legged tripod was like a thin piece of paper under Lu Li, and a crack was cut out immediately.

Black liquid flowed out from the gap, Ji Chen put his hand into the liquid, and muttered silently: "The spirit of the weapon is back! Come back quickly!"

The ghosts roared and jumped out of the liquid, except for Ye Feng, the black liquid sucked the minced meat and blood from Ji Chen's wound.

Gongsun Yuebai covered her wound and laughed wildly: "You are really easy to deceive, you were so easy to deceive more than ten years ago."

Ji Chen shook off the liquid from his hand, carried Lu Li to Gongsun Yuebai and said, "I'm easy to deceive, but do you really think you can stop me with that broken cauldron? Calculate."

Gongsun Yuebai snorted coldly: "It's up to you? But, if you kill me, you will never want to know the whereabouts of that dog." She rushed towards Ji Chen, stabbing out the remaining nails of her right hand, ready to kill him. The blow tore open Ji Chen's throat.

Ji Chen pushed Lu Li away with his backhand, and Lu Li's blade pierced through Gongsun Yuebai's chest, Ji Chen tilted his head, leaving five bloody finger marks on his white neck.

Gongsun Yuebai stared into Ji Chen's eyes and said with a sneer, "Boy, you've been tricked!"

Black liquid sprayed out from Gongsun Yuebai's body, they frantically absorbed the light, the blazing sunlight became dim in an instant, Ji Chen was splashed all over by the liquid.

The sky on the side of Beiyan Mountain was instantly covered with dark clouds, and there were bursts of thunder.

Those liquids fell on the ground and wriggled continuously, and they gradually gathered into a human shape.Ji Chen stepped back a foot away, the black robe instantly wrapped him up, Yan Heng put his arms around Ji Chen's waist, and whispered: "Don't talk."

Yan Heng said in a loud voice: "The ghost king is here, and he is far away to welcome you."

The so-called ghost king was just a ten-year-old kid, he was wearing a loose robe that dragged the floor, the ghost king gave a strange courtesy to Yan Heng: "Why do you have to be polite to the envoy of hell, we are close relatives."

Yan Heng smiled politely: "The ghost king really flattered me, I just inherited the legacy of the previous generation of black-robed envoys. Isn't it a bit out of bounds to talk about close relatives with the ghost king?"

The ghost king tilted his head, showing a harmless expression, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, don't you want to break the jade?"

Ji Chen was hugged close to Yan Heng's body, his sight was covered by the blanket of black robes, he could only hear the soft voice of the little ghost king, he whispered: "Wow, this is too shameless."

Yan Heng frowned indistinctly, and tightened his arms around Ji Chen's waist to remind him not to speak.

Ji Chen froze in place. There were only three layers of clothes between Yan Heng's palm and his waist. The warm body temperature was continuously coming in. He turned his body slightly, which was a big deal for Ji Chen. A kind of torment.

If he had known this, Ji Chen should have gone to the Buddhist Zen to settle his mind. It seemed that there was a Buddha who said that he had a deep relationship with Buddhism. Already amazing.

Just imagine, if you are so close to someone you have a crush on, your mind may be like a wild horse that has run away, and you can't pull it back no matter how you pull it.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form...

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Form is emptiness, form is emptiness, form is emptiness...

Yan Heng also seemed to feel Ji Chen's discomfort, and relaxed his hands a little.

Duanyu said: "Brother, I have hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers in my hand, can you escape?"

Yan Heng said: "You can give it a try." He stretched out his hand and flipped it over, but Zhou Qin appeared on Yan Heng's hand and made a clanking sound.

Duanyu glanced at Bu Zhouqin, and said pitifully: "Okay then, but that person chopped off one of my men's arms, shouldn't it be returned?"

Yan Heng put away Zhou Qin, took out something from his robe sleeve and threw it to Duanyu.

Duanyu raised his hand, and a jade token stopped at Duanyu's front arm, Duanyu's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with a smile: "Brother is really too polite, I just gave it to me when I first came to this world. With such a big gift, it would be too unfair for me not to let you go."

Yan Heng said: "Qing Fengling was born at the bottom of Huangquan, the right should be returned to the original owner."

Duanyu accepted Qing Fengling and said with a smile: "I always thought that my brother is a very powerful person, even when I was still in the chaotic period. When I saw him today, my brother is even scarier than I imagined."

Duanyu smiled and continued: "However, if you want me to spare your life next time, I hope my brother can bring another artifact."

Yan Heng didn't agree or refuse, but instead asked, "I wonder if the Ghost King has ever seen a Qi Ling in red clothes?"

Duanyu raised his eyebrows, he looked back at Gongsun Yuebai and asked, "Did you touch my brother's things?"

Gongsun Yuebai stood up holding her chest with difficulty, she glared at Yan Heng and said, "I didn't touch his things, the dog bumped into my hand by itself."

Duanyu sternly said: "Hand it over!"

Gongsun Yuebai pulled out a red weapon spirit from the bottom of the tripod, and Yan Heng reached out to grab it.

Duanyu sternly said: "You dare to touch my brother's things, are you tired of working?!"

Gongsun Yuebai said: "This subordinate knows his mistake!"

Yan Heng cupped his hands, "Please accompany me."

Duanyu turned around and walked in front of Gongsun Yuebai. He raised his head and said, "Didn't you swear to me that you are the sword spirit who can take down the swords of the gods in one fell swoop? Isn't it a bit big?"

Gongsun Yuebai knelt down on the ground in panic, and begged: "My lord, please give me some more time, I will definitely catch that person, make his life worse than death, and have to avenge his broken arm!"

Duanyu showed an innocent smile, "Okay then, let me show you the way. The sword spirit has a friendly girl in the village at the foot of Beiyan Mountain. You can take her .”

Gongsun Yuebai lowered her head, her palms were covered with cold sweat, the air-conditioning from the underworld is no joke, it can corrode one's meridians little by little, and drive away the devilish energy within.

Gongsun Yuebai asked cautiously: "My lord values ​​the Hell Envoy so much, why don't you capture him to be the sword spirit of the swords of the gods? Besides, the four lords of the monster clan have always been at odds, so it should be better to unite the other three to get rid of a Hell Envoy." No problem."

Duanyu snorted coldly and said: "What do you know, the hell angel is just an ordinary person. It's been so long, you don't really think that the devil is the same as the devil, right? The group of demon cultivators are just some deviant people, and the demon venerable is merciful and willing to give you a piece of shelter. In your words, it means that the ancestors have accumulated great virtue."

Duanyu looked at Gongsun Yuebai's panic, and said contemptuously: "Okay, don't ask if you shouldn't ask. Where are the nine living souls, how many have they run away?"

Hearing this, Gongsun Yuebai hurriedly checked the giant three-legged cauldron, there were still seven living souls left, two of them escaped.

Duanyu glanced at the three-legged giant cauldron with some distaste. The black liquid tumbling inside made him nauseous. He waved his hand and said, "My subordinates are all dead souls. You can figure out a way for yourself."

"Yes! The subordinate understands."

Ji Chen lifted off Yan Heng's cloak, and hastily pulled out the wisp of weapon spirit from his hand and stuffed it into the ring forcibly.

Ji Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope there is no damage. However, this time is thanks to you. In fact, you have Qingfeng Token and Bu Zhouqin in your hands, so it should be easy to deal with the ghost king. However, you actually let Qingfeng Token After going out, I really want to study it.”

Although Ji Chen didn't say it directly, Yan Heng could still hear a hint of regret in his tone. It seemed that this person really didn't know what the birthday present he gave him was.

Yan Heng explained: "Qing Fengling was born in Huangquan, and the ghost king was also born from Huangquan. The artifacts restrain each other, and using Qingfengling to restrain the ghost king is the best."

Ji Chen rubbed his chin, "So you still care about the idea of ​​restraining each other... Why do you keep looking at me? You should have seen me like this now, so don't be so curious."

Yan Heng said with a smile: "These years are due to the use of the mutual restraint between the artifacts to obtain the current stability. I am waiting for you to restrain the demonic energy in this body."

Ji Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately sent Yan Heng off: "Go back to your uncle first, I'm going to the Qin residence."

Yan Heng looked up at the sun, and said in surprise: "You want to go now? I'm afraid you won't find anything."

Ji Chen felt that he might not be able to support Yan Heng anymore, so he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, the bloodstains on it instantly healed, and the horns and the devilish energy all over his body were sucked into Ji Chen's body like a whirlpool.

Ji Chen resigned himself to sitting on the ground, "Since we have come to Beiyan Mountain, it is said that there is a sacred stone on the top of the mountain, which can make all wishes come true, do you want to go and see together?"

Yan Heng stretched out his hand and pulled Ji Chen up, "It's cold on the ground, don't sit still. It's good to go and have a look together."

Ji Chen stared into Yan Heng's eyes for a while, and asked, "Do you know where it is?"

Yan Heng said warmly: "Yes, I will take you there."

Yan Heng stretched out his hand to hold Ji Chen's forearm, as if he was afraid that he would lose his footing and fall down.

Beiyan Mountain is covered by luxuriant green plants. The waiter in the shop said that the sacred stone is not on the top of the mountain at all, but halfway up the mountain on the shaded side of Beiyan Mountain. There is a waterfall flying down here.

The so-called sacred stone was at the bottom of the waterfall, poking abruptly in the middle of the river. The surface of the sacred stone had been washed extremely smooth by the water.A plank road extends from the river bank to the opposite bank, and the middle part is hidden behind the waterfall.

Because there was a lot of noise in Beiyan City about the murder of demonic cultivators and the refining of weapons, everyone was anxious. At this time, there was no one in Beiyan Mountain, and there were not as many people here in Shenshi as usual. Instead, there was a sense of a fairyland outside the world.

Ji Chen patted the wet wooden stake, and concluded: "If this goes on for a long time, sooner or later, the plank road will be soaked in water, and then rot, it should be before this stone is washed into slag by water."

Yan Heng said: "It is said that everything in Beiyan Mountain is blessed by the gods, so naturally it will not be broken so easily. Besides, this plank road has existed for more than 100 years."

Ji Chen nodded thoughtfully, "Go up and take a look, can you know how to swim? If the plank road is stepped on, wouldn't we both fall into the water?"

Yan Heng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

Ji Chen stepped onto the plank road, and said as he walked: "If you fall, just fall. If you don't know how to swim, I'm afraid that the current will be too fast to hold you back."

Ji Chen was eager to fall down for a while, the water washed the two of them away, so that he could be separated from Yan Heng, because all his joints were screaming with pain, Ji Chen deliberately stepped on the plank road a few times, and the plank road even No sound was made, and it still stood on the stone wall.

Ji Chen felt that he was too embarrassed to see blood all over his body.

Ji Chen licked his palate, he walked forward slowly, walked into the back of the waterfall, a wave of dampness rushed towards his face, the stone wall was covered with moss, there was a slight stream of water on the back of the god stone, and when he put his hand on it, there was a stream of water. A very comfortable coolness is transmitted to the body.

Ji Chen now somewhat believes that this sacred stone was blessed by a god.

Because this coolness didn't shake the heat in his body, on the contrary, it calmed down the manic demon energy in Ji Chen's body.

Yan Heng said: "Do you want to make a wish?"

Ji Chen put his hand down, shook the water droplets on his hand and said: "Such a fake thing can only give some psychological comfort, no."

Yan Heng said: "Then let's keep going. It is said that there is a temple at the end of the plank road, and there is a hidden Buddhist monk living in it."

Ji Chen took a few steps forward, took a few breaths cautiously and said, "It's quite interesting that a Buddhist cultivator can hide from the world in such a prosperous place."

Yan Heng glanced at him with a complicated expression, and continued: "The so-called small hermit hides in the wild, but the big hermit lives in the city."

After speaking, the two of them had reached the end of the plank road, and a moderately sized temple appeared in sight, and the sound of the bell came from inside.

The young monk in front of the temple sweeps the ground carefully, carrying out the idea that sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice.

Hearing the sound, the little monk raised his head, and performed a Buddhist salute to Ji Chen and Yan Heng: "Amitabha, Master ordered me to practice here today while waiting for the distinguished guests, and finally let me wait, the little monk's name is Jingzhuo. "

Ji Chen glanced at Yan Heng, he swallowed with some difficulty, covered his lips with a smile and said, "Interesting, how do you know we are distinguished guests?"

If Ji Chen didn't make such weird moves in normal times, he was really afraid of shocking people with his mouth full of blood, thinking that he was some kind of monster that eats people and eats blood.

The little monk said: "Everything is fate, it depends on whether the benefactor believes it or not. I think the benefactor may be sick, why don't you go to the monastery to rest for a while, it happens that the master also wants to see you two."

Ji Chen smiled and lifted his feet and was about to leave. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he wasn't interested in chatting with people who were full of truth. Besides, there were still a lot of troublesome things in Beiyan City that had not been resolved, and he didn't have the heart to stay here.

Yan Heng suddenly reached out and grabbed Ji Chen's wrist, "Please trouble me, I haven't been to a temple since I was a child."

Yan Heng felt that Ji Chen's physical condition was surprisingly poor at this time, since the young monk proposed to invite them into the temple, he also pushed the boat along the way and let them

Ji Chen can take a break.

Ji Chen froze for a moment, then nodded, now he felt his internal organs were twisted together, and his lips were gray with death.

Yan Heng's wrist trembled slightly, he could feel the devilish energy surging in Ji Chen's body, Yan Heng looked at Ji Chen with a complicated expression, "You..."

Ji Chen raised his eyebrows, stretched out his index finger and pressed it to his own lips, signaling Yan Heng to keep silent, he pulled out his wrist without any trace, and followed the young monk into the side hall of the temple first.

It was rare for Yan Heng to be so interested, no matter what, Ji Chen felt that he could not refute his interest.

The good Tibetan incense was lit in the side hall, and Ji Chen felt that the devilish energy in his body had subsided a lot. A very young Buddha cultivator stood by the window. When Ji Chen came in, he turned around and saluted slightly, with a smile on his face. With a warm smile, it is not like Yan Heng's polite and alienated smile, and it feels just right when paired with high-quality Tibetan incense.

The little monk Jingzhuo replied to Ruochen and walked out, closing the door with his hand.

Ji Chen sniffed, thinking that it would be great if there was another jug ​​of warm wine at this time.

Ruochen smiled slightly, he invited Ji Chen to take a seat, and said, "I see that the benefactor doesn't look well, but what's bothering you? The monk doesn't have wine here, but there is a cup of clear tea. I don't know if the benefactor is willing to eat it?"

Ji Chen poured the tea into his mouth, just to dilute the smell of blood in his mouth, he smiled and said: "The person who is bold at the reception, the gentleman at the tea party, the master is very elegant, but he can talk to my friend .”

Ruochen waved his hand, "My honorable guest today is you, monk. Your friend has a great heart and a firm will. Ordinary affairs can't shake his heart, but the benefactor's obsession is particularly deep. You don't have to worry about you." That friend, he is currently visiting the temple under the leadership of Jing Zhuo."

Ji Chen pinched his palms to refresh himself, he said with a smile: "Where the heart goes, where the body goes, even if they are too attached to things, they are also my own business. There is nothing wrong with being attached to your own things." It's not right." He didn't expect that Ji Chen immediately choked out when he inadvertently suppressed the surge of blood.

Spots of blood spattered to the ground.

Ruochen frowned and stretched out his hand to feel for Ji Chen's pulse. The beating between his fingers was quite chaotic. He said worriedly: "Since the benefactor is sick, it is my honor to be able to chat with the little monk for such a long time. How about, benefactor, Mr. Go to the guest room to rest for a while and adjust your inner breath?"

Ji Chen had never seen such a nagging person before, he retracted his hand holding the front of his front, "It's all old problems, don't worry about it."

Ruochen said: "The almsgiver has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, it is better to get rid of the dust roots as soon as possible and enter my Buddhist door, then only then can the almsman's life be saved."

Ji Chen touched his face, Ruochen was really the most self-indulgent Buddhist cultivator he had ever seen, if it wasn't for his little beauty who wanted to visit the temple, he wouldn't have come in.

Ji Chen said with a smile: "You bald donkey, what's the difference between you and that quack Taoist priest? From now on, life or death will be my fate. I'm worthy of myself, and everyone says you're a hidden Buddhist cultivator. How can you even say that? Can’t understand even Zen?”

Ruochen shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not that you can't understand this Zen. Buddhists and Taoists have the whole world in their hearts. I stand in different angles with the benefactor, so how can I come to the same conclusion?"

Ji Chen let out an angry laugh, the door just happened to be opened by Yan Heng, Ji Chen deliberately shook his body and was about to fall off the chair, Yan Heng caught him in time.

Ji Chen shrank his neck, and said deliberately: "Hiss, it hurts..." Before he could play out the rest, he fell into the boundless darkness. This time, he passed out from the real pain, and Ji Chen didn't expect it He was able to suppress it for such a long time, and he admired himself a little bit.