Although the scenery of Siming Mountain is beautiful, it is already late winter. The vegetation on the mountain is bare and there are piles of snow. Therefore, not many people go up the mountain to play at this time.
However, at noon on this day, there were two people walking side by side on the snow-capped mountain peaks. These two people, one old and one young, were none other than Liang Yan and Yun Xuzi.
The two walked for a while, and suddenly a gurgling creek appeared in front of them. It was strange, it was so cold on the mountain, and it stands to reason that this creek should have turned into a glacier long ago, so how could it flow as happily as it does now?
However, Yun Xuzi was not surprised at all. He raised his hand and punched a magic spell into the storage ring. He saw a small wooden boat floating out of the storage ring, turning into a ray of green light and falling into the stream.
The wooden boat fell into the stream and grew long in the wind. Suddenly it became three feet long. It didn't have any bumps in the gurgling stream and was as stable as the ground.
Yun Xuzi jumped into the canoe first, sat cross-legged on it, and fell into meditation.
Liang Yan glanced towards the lower reaches of the creek and saw a vast expanse of snow with no end in sight. He could only shake his head slightly and jumped into the canoe.
The two of them drifted downstream in a boat with the stream, and soon they plunged into a cloud of white mist. When the white mist dissipated, Liang Yan suddenly found that he was already in a cave.
This cave is deep and narrow, and it is even darker in the distance. Even with Liang Yan's eyesight, he cannot see anything.
As the canoe slowly deepened, the river became narrower and narrower, and the surrounding mountain walls slowly approached. In the end, the canoe was almost traveling along the edge of the mountain wall.
Liang Yan and the two of them wandered in the darkness for who knows how long, until a little light suddenly appeared in front of them. As the light became bigger and bigger, the canoe jolted for a while, and finally drifted out of the cave.
What I saw here was a huge lake with no waves, surrounded by mountains on all sides, with no access at all. I'm afraid the only entrance is the narrow cave behind it.
There is also a small island in the center of the lake. There are four people on the island, sitting or standing on the east and west ends.
Sitting at the east end was a sickly scholar, who looked towards Yun Xuzi with a smile on his face.
Standing behind him was a girl in blue. Liang Yan had seen her before at the wine shop that day. However, today she did not endorse and carry the wine. Instead, she had changed into a smart outfit, and she no longer looked weak at all.
As for the one sitting at the west end, there was a middle-aged man in linen with a long knife on his back. He had a scar across his cheek and looked quite sinister.
Standing behind him was a young scholar who was winking at Liang Yan. Liang Yan was already very familiar with this person. He was the one who dragged him to Lichun Courtyard a few days ago!
Liang Yan turned his head slightly, pretending not to recognize this guy. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sick scholar say:
"Fellow Taoist Yun is here well. I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for so many years, but my style is still the same. I'm so happy to congratulate you!"
Although the voice was soft, Liang Yan could hear it clearly despite being at the edge of the lake.
"Haha, brother Li Zheng has also made great progress in cultivation, why bother teasing Yun?" Yun Xuzi said with his fists in the distance.
The two men complimented each other across the lake, but never said anything about the secret meeting in the wine shop a few days in advance. It was obvious that they had already tacitly understood each other.
After Yun Xuzi finished speaking, he put away the wooden boat, and at the same time pinched the magic formula, grabbed Liang Yan and jumped onto the fly whisk, turning into a ray of blue light and falling directly on the island.
"Fellow Taoist Zhao Wuming, you are well!" After Yun Xuzi stepped onto the island, he said hello to the swordsman in sackcloth.
"Haha, I'm sorry Yun Xuzi still remembers me!" Zhao Wuming chuckled and gave him a meaningful look.
Yun Xuzi stopped talking when he saw this, and imitated the sick scholar, found a piece of bluestone, crossed his legs and meditated on it. As for Liang Yan, of course he could only stand behind him and wait.
Not long after the two people had just settled down, a crane suddenly sounded from the exit of the cave in the distance, followed by a flash of white light, speeding from mid-air.
Liang Yan looked up and saw a white crane flying across the sky, and sitting on its back were the Crane Lady and Murong Xuewei.
After Mrs. He landed, she nodded slightly to the three people present, then took Murong Xuewei to a remote open space and waited quietly.
After the four groups of people arrived, there was no sound in the cave.
Everyone was meditating and adjusting their breath on the island, and after waiting for half a day, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the entrance of the cave, and someone said:
"Amitabha, I didn't expect all the donors to be so impatient, but the monk was so lazy."
Liang Yan turned around and saw a huge cattail fan floating in the stream at the entrance of the cave, which was two feet long.
Standing on the cattail leaf fan was a tall, fat-headed, yellow-robed monk with a smile on his face. On his shoulders sat a young monk of twelve or thirteen years old, holding Buddhist beads and reciting scriptures.
"Hmph! Smiling Monk, you clearly arrived at Mingyi City early, so why did you come so late?" Yun Xuzi snorted coldly.
"Haha!" The monk's smile did not change and he still said cheerfully: "The young monk is not as good as the others. He practices hard meditation. Every time he goes to a place, he needs to experience the suffering of the local world, so the trip is delayed."
"What a joke, you, a monk who drinks and eats every day, how can you practice hard meditation?" Li Zheng said with a look of disbelief.
"Haha, the donor doesn't know something! Meat and wine can only poison the intestines. Monk, my heart is suffering among the people, just like the Shura Taoist temple. No matter how much I enjoy and indulge in sex, it can't reduce the torture in my heart."
"Huh, that's nonsense." Li Zheng curled his lips and ignored it.
While the monk was chatting and laughing, he had already arrived near the island. He casually collected the cattail leaf fan, carried the little monk on his shoulder, and jumped onto the island in one step.
"Huh?"
The monk glanced at the people on the island, then suddenly looked at Liang Yan curiously and asked:
"This person is not a pure Yang body. Could it be that fellow Taoist Yun made a mistake?"
"Hmph, how could Yun be mistaken?" Yun Xuzi opened his eyes and said calmly: "This person's technique is special. He has reached the realm of Buddhist Vajra Tempered Body. He is not a pure yang, but better than a pure yang!"
"Is there such a thing?" The monk showed a shocked expression for the first time, and stared at Liang Yan looking up and down, his eyes kept moving, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew across the huge lake. Even a person with a cultivation level like Liang Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
He subconsciously looked towards the entrance of the cave and saw a flash of black light there, then turned into a black light and came through the sky, reaching the small island in the blink of an eye.
The visitor was dressed in a black shirt, tall and thin, with an eagle nose and thick lips. He stood on a rock and did not speak. He just glanced at everyone coldly, then put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes slightly. He actually closed his eyes and meditated on the spot.
stand up.
And no one in the crowd went to say hello to him.
Although Liang Yan was puzzled, he also knew that now was not the time to be troubled.
Up to this time, there were already six of the seven masters that Mrs. He mentioned that day, but I don't know where the last one is now.
"Fellow Daoist Hua was the most seriously injured during the last trip to explore the secret realm of the mountain palace. He almost died. Could it be that he can't keep the appointment this time?" Li Zheng, a sick scholar, frowned.
Others were also suspicious after hearing this. At this moment, a burst of mechanical sound suddenly came from a distance.
Everyone turned around and saw a big mechanical bird flying out from the entrance of the cave, with two women standing on it.
The person in charge was twenty years old and was wearing a blue palace dress. She looked delicate and pretty, not much different from Murong Xuewei.
The person behind her was just an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, wearing pink clothes, hiding behind the woman in front of her, looking towards her curiously with a pair of big eyes, looking quite shy.
"I have kept you fellow Taoists waiting for a long time!" The woman piloted the big machine bird to land on the island, bowed to everyone and said:
"My little girl Meng Qi, the senior sister in charge was unable to attend the appointment because she was too seriously injured last time. So I asked my junior sister to take her place in this trip to the mountain palace."
