Leaving Huashan and flying all the way towards the Nantianmen, Qingxin was silent all the way.

Nezha followed along, his brows frowned tightly, and he always kept a distance of three feet.

One after another, just a few days, he really couldn't understand what happened under his nose these few days, and why Qingxin seemed to have changed his body.

Fortunately, I finally have to go back to the South Gate. After getting through this level, if anything happens next, it will be fine.

But don't happen to anything else on this road.

Along the way, Nezha was full of energy and was vigilantly paying attention to the changes around him. It was not until he saw the Nantian Gate from afar that Nezha's heart was slightly relieved.

Back at the Nantianmen, Qingxin met Li Jing directly and told Li Jing directly that she had found what she wanted, and that she could do what Li Jing wanted her to do. Of course, she still had to follow her rules.

Before Li Jing could figure out what was going on, Qingxin turned around and left. Only Nezha and Li Jing were left. Look at me and I look at you, I don’t know why.

After leaving the Nantian Gate, Qingxin went straight to the thirty-third level of heaven and returned to the Tushita Palace.

When several Taoist boys guarding outside the Tushita Palace saw Qingxin coming, they all surrounded him. The purple robe in the head bowed and said, "Junior Sister Qingxin, Master is in the palace."

Qingxin stood quietly, lowered her head and stared at the empty ground, her expression looked a little dull.

Several Taoist boys looked at each other.

"The master said...If you have any questions, you can go and find him."

Qingxin pursed her lips and looked up at the Taoist boys, took a deep breath, held up her smiling face and said, "No."

She smiled brightly, but it was very different from usual. She no longer had the aura of arrogance. She was more like wearing a mask.

"without?"

"No." Qingxin shook her head and said, "I'm a little tired... I don't want to see him for the time being."

As he said that, without waiting for Zi Pao to answer, Qingxin took a step and passed by him, walking towards his small house in Tushita Palace.

Looking back at Qingxin's back, Zi Luo frowned slightly.

"What's wrong with her? What happened?"

"Has it suffered some trouble?"

"It shouldn't be. If you suffer somewhere, you'll definitely be clamoring to go back and take revenge. It's like last time."

Zi Pao thought for a moment and said, "Don't talk too much."

The other Taoist boys quickly closed their mouths one by one and stopped talking.

...

The breeze caresses the branches, and the sun shines through the gaps of the leaves and leaves mottled on the shaded path.

Qingxin lowered her head slightly, held her breath, pursed her lips, and gradually accelerated her pace.

The brothers who occasionally met met before they could say hello to her, they saw that she had passed by.

In a blink of an eye, she had arrived at the small house next to the attic where Laojun lived. She went in without saying a word and closed the door.

...

Just in the attic not far away, Laojun's brows frowned and looked up at the roof. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Beside him, Queer was kneeling quietly and brewing tea.

The tea cup placed in front of Laojun was cold and changed, and it changed again and again. After so many times, Laojun slowly closed his eyes and sighed: "Forget it, don't drink tea, don't be busy."

"If you are not busy, as long as the master doesn't mind Que'er wasting tea." After a pause, Que'er continued: "If you don't make tea, you will feel a little panicked if you don't make tea."

Taking a deep breath, Laojun patted her hand gently and said, "It's hard for you."

Que'er lowered her head and said nothing.

...

The sun shines through the window lattice, forming interlaced light and shadows in the room.

Qingxin is like a little girl, leaning against the door and covering her face.

The memories of three lives, all kinds of mixed emotions instantly swallowed up reason, and tears burst out from my eyes...

...

At this time, the monkey and his group were passing through a fertile plain.

On the edge of the plain, they saw the stone tablet with the words "Baoji Country's Border", but as they gradually deepened, they did not see the thriving scene that this fertile land should have.

Instead, they saw a hell on earth.

Following the map Xuanzang wanted from the people along the way, they went deeper into the plain step by step. In less than a mile, they saw an incomplete body lying on the side of the road.

Depending on the situation, it must have been dead for many days. The face had been gnawed by the scavenged crow and could not see clearly, and the limbs had been torn to pieces. It was only roughly possible to tell that it was a middle-aged man.

Tianpeng walked over with his nose, carefully examined the body, then looked around, and said, "He killed him, cut his throat with one knife. There was no baggage, maybe it was a robbery."

"Robbery?" Xiao Bailong looked back and said, "It's okay to talk about the mountains and forests. It's all plains, so it's so uneasy?"

"Maybe this country is not peaceful at all."

The deceased was buried, and Xuanzang briefly recited a Buddhist scripture in front of the grave, and the group set off again.

Soon, they saw a village already marked on Xuanzang's map.

In Xuanzang's bag, the recipients of three letters lived in this village. According to Xuanzang's plan, the group wanted to stay in this village for one night. On the one hand, they had to deliver letters, and on the other hand, they also needed to supplement dry food by begging for alms.

However, as they gradually approached the village, they found something was wrong.

The endless fertile fields around are lushly growing in the endless fertile fields. It is the busy farming season, and no one has seen any villagers working in the fields.

As we get closer and closer to the village, there are more and more crows, and our ears are filled with unpleasant "quacking" sounds.

"What's wrong with the people in this place? Don't eat food? Can you all be promoted to immortality?" Xiao Bailong looked around and murmured to himself.

Soon, they suddenly realized that there were not a single person in the entire village, dozens of houses!

A breeze blew, and a few fallen leaves blew up.

Several people were walking on the village road in surprise.

Tianpeng quickly accelerated his pace and searched from house to house.

The monkey also released his spiritual sense and quickly explored the entire village. He sighed helplessly and said, "There are no more alive. There are twelve dead bodies, from young to old, all of which are available."

"What's going on? Are you escaping from famine?" asked the little white dragon.

"Do you think this place seems to be suffering from disaster? There is no flood or drought. What a great year."

While speaking, Tianpeng was back.

"How is it? Could it be a plague?" asked the monkey.

Tianpeng looked around and said lightly: "It's not a plague. Most of the corpses either starve to death or were killed. Only one died of illness, or was old and weak, and lack of care."

"It seems that it was a disaster for war." The monkey took his ears and looked back at Xuanzang: "It seems that the letter you are going to send cannot be delivered, what are you going to do next?"

Xuanzang held the Buddhist beads and frowned.

After hesitating for a while, he replied, "Let's stay here tonight, and by the way... all the dead are buried."

"Okay." The monkey shouted, turned his head and winked at the little white dragon and the black bear spirit, and said, "Did you hear it? Hurry up and help."

"Why me?" Xiao Bailong immediately started yelling.

"Why do I go?" the monkey asked expressionlessly.

"Don't... Master Da Sheng, you'd better rest. I'll go." He sighed helplessly, and the little white dragon had to follow the black bear spirit and Tian Peng to start looking for the corpse from door to door.

They were busy until the sun set, and they buried all the bodies left in the village in a cemetery at the entrance of the village.

Xuanzang took out several magic instruments and placed them in front of the grave, and began to recite the scriptures one by one.

This thought was late at night. The other people were so bored that they yawned.

Although they are all immortal cultivators and are not as taboo as ordinary mortals, staying in the cemetery will make people uncomfortable after all.

After reciting the scriptures, the group settled down in the village and set off again before dawn the next morning.

In just half a day later, they arrived at the second village marked on Xuanzang's map. What's bad is that this village is exactly the same as the one in front!

"Hey." The monkey reached out and picked up the wooden spoon that was randomly discarded in the grass by the roadside, and sighed leisurely: "What's going on?"

"Didn't you say war?" Xiaobailong asked.

"If there is a war, it's too thorough."

Helplessly, everyone followed the previous method and gathered all the corpses scattered in the village to bury them. This time, they rushed to the west of the sunset.

In this way, everyone can only settle in this second abandoned village.

Xuanzang looked frowning all night.

The next day, I continued to travel west again and saw the third and fourth villages that were exactly the same.

It seemed that the entire plain was shrouded in the shadow of death.

As they walked along the way, on the fifth day, they came to a small town marked by Xuanzang.
To be continued...