Urban Witcher

Ling Yuxuan and Yuchenzi all died at his own hands. Yujizi must have hated him to death, but morally he couldn't attack him clearly. Besides... there was another more important reason: because of Daoism.

Daofeng destroyed Kunlun Daozong, and took away the treasure of Zhenshan, the Taiqing Talisman. The shame brought by destroying the family and seizing the treasure is more than anything else. Dai Tian.

It is obvious that I came to Xuankong Temple to help Daofeng. For Yu Jizi, that is a huge hidden danger...

Perhaps, even Chen Lu was caught by him.

However, the existing evidence can't prove the truth. Ye Shaoyang gritted his teeth and decided to investigate to the end. If it was really done by Yu Jizi or other Kunlun faction, he must make them pay the price.

Looking at his drenched body, he was in a state of embarrassment. Fortunately, everything in his belt and backpack had been put into the suitcase in advance, otherwise it would be ruined by soaking in water.

"Brother Ye, wipe your face."

Yuan Bao took out a towel from his suitcase and handed it over.

Ye Shaoyang took the towel and wiped his dripping hair.

"It's a good thing you're okay, otherwise I really don't know how to see my brother."

Yuan Bao said, "Brother Ye, I'm right, you really suffered a bloody disaster today."

After drying his hair, Ye Shaoyang raised his eyes and saw that the boat was still some distance away from Penglai Island, so he asked Yuan Bao to watch over him, sat down cross-legged, and began to breathe.

I don't know what will happen after going to the island, so I still have to recover some mana.

At the end of a week, Ye Shaoyang raised his eyes and saw that the ship was passing through the clouds and fog, getting closer and closer to the island.

After a while, he was able to roughly see the situation on the island. From a general point of view, it was no different from ordinary islands. There were many mountains. On the highest mountain, Ye Shaoyang saw a palace-like building, like a dragon, along the Circling up the ridge.

At the highest point on the top of the mountain, which is the end of the mountain road, is a cliff as straight as a knife. A hall with blue bricks and red tiles is built on the top of the mountain. It feels like falling into the cliff, I really don't know how it was built.

On the right side of the main hall, there is a slender and exquisite pagoda. The red outer wall is covered with golden runes, which can be seen clearly from far away.

"No wonder it's called Xuankong Temple!" Ye Shaoyang suddenly realized that it was indeed a Taoist temple built in midair.

At this time, the boat had docked, and the Taoist got off the boat without saying a word, and led the way ahead.

Ye Shaoyang and Yuan Bao followed behind, along a road paved with bluestone slabs, to the front of the mountain gate.

Looking at the building in front of him, Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but feel a little emotional: Xuankong Temple is almost in the same position as a "sacred place" in the world of magic. He has heard about it for more than ten years, and today he finally has the opportunity to see it.

Standing directly opposite, you can see the entire trend of the Xuankong Temple. It is said to be a Taoist temple, but it is many times larger than ordinary Taoist temples: starting from the mountain, the palace wall spreads all the way, and every time it reaches a flat ground, there is a closed one. Building, and then the palace wall turned around and folded down to a mountain flat.

A round of daylight, hanging in the southeast, looks like it is on the edge of the mountain peak, the sun passes through the clouds and mist, and shines obliquely on the pagoda and palace walls, reflecting a faint purple air, covering the Taoist temple over the sky.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't hold back anymore, took out the Y-yang disk, and fiddled with the astrolabe with his fingers according to the mountain situation and architectural pattern in front of him, and finally stopped, his eyes scanned the Nine Palaces astrolabe one by one, and he took a breath of air-conditioning.

"What's the matter, brother Ye, how is the Feng Shui here, tell me!"

Yuan Bao was in high spirits.

The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have their own strengths in terms of techniques. Fengshui is naturally the Taoist school's best skill, while Buddhism is good at spells such as supernatural powers. Therefore, Yuan Bao can only see that the Fengshui situation here is very powerful, but he doesn't know it.

"This is a Nine Locks Purple Qi Panlong Bureau! It is one of the best Fengshui bureaus. No wonder people say that there is a fairy mountain in Penglai. Although it is not a fairy mountain, it is definitely a good place to practice. I want to practice here for decades. It’s hard not to be a celestial master!”

Yuan Bao heard Ye Shaoyang boasting so much, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Is it really so powerful?"

"The mountains are close to the sea, and the walls are tens of thousands of feet high. It collects the true energy and gathers the atmosphere from all directions. It is a treasure land of geomantic omen. Look at this..." Ye Shaoyang pointed to the palace wall on the mountain, and said :

"The shape of this dragon is called an iron-backed horned dragon. As for the houses on the nine nodes, they are called 'keel needles', which are used to lock this dragon. There are nine in total, so it is called 'Nine Locks Chain', Surrounded by mountains and rivers, purple air comes from the east..."

Yuan Bao was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help nodding, and looked at Ye Shaoyang with admiring eyes. "Brother Ye is a bull, he even knows Feng Shui like that."

"I don't know much, but this Feng Shui bureau is ready-made, and you can get the general idea after a little bit of experience."

"Ingots!"

A clear shout came from the mountain road inside the palace wall, the two turned their heads to look together, and saw several monks coming down from the mountain, the leading monk seemed to be only in his thirties, tall and powerful Xuan Ang, without any expression on his face, walked down slowly, followed by three monks.

The one who scolded Yuan Bao just now was one of them in his fifties, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he walked over angrily.

Yuan Bao sighed, and said in a low voice behind Ye Shaoyang: "The thirteen rooms in Xuanzi at the foot of the mountain is the room of Senior Brother Sibao..."

Ye Shaoyang was taken aback, and just about to ask carefully, the great monk had already walked over, looked him up and down, and said, "You are Ye Shaoyang?"

Ye Shaoyang nodded, seeing that the other party had a bad attitude, he didn't bother to salute.

The great monk stepped forward and lifted Yuan Bao's collar, and said: "Sure enough, I underestimated you, and actually conspired with Sibao's traitor to bring Ye Shaoyang here, and still don't go back and face the wall and think about it!"

Yuan Bao didn't tell the difference, and bowed to the great monk, and said, "Thank you, uncle." After speaking, he went around the front door and left.

"Go and watch him!" The great monk ordered the two young monks behind him, and they left immediately.

On the opposite side there was only this big monk and that cool monk in his thirties.

"You are Ye Shaoyang!" The great monk stared at Ye Shaoyang and said in an unhappy tone.

"I'm not you, yeah, so much nonsense!"

Ye Shaoyang choked him angrily, which was also to find some ground for Yuan Bao. He guessed in his heart that this guy was most likely the uncle who Yuan Bao said was the one who locked up the four treasures.

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