In the dark black hole, Huo Xin also stumbled out of the cave. In one sentence, this place is truly unique.
Huan Xin only felt that he had walked in the cave for a long time before he came out. At this time, he saw a very empty cave in front of him, surrounded by some strange stalactites. Although Huan Xin did not have a flashlight, it seemed to his discerning eye that it was something special.
landscape.
Then Huan Xin noticed that there seemed to be a trace of light coming from the middle of the big hole. Huan Xin walked over looking for the source of the light, only to find that there was actually a temple in the big hole.
Different from the Dingjiang King Temple on the ground, this temple seems more like a short house. Except for the archway, the rest does not feel like a traditional Chinese house building.
Huan Xin walked to the door and carefully observed the surrounding environment. Except for the empty cave, the rest was pitch black.
But it was obvious that there seemed to be a glimmer of light coming out of the small temple, which was very obvious in the dark cave. Huan Xin did not dare to open the door directly, but knocked politely.
Originally, Huan Xin just knocked on the door subconsciously, but who would have thought that the door was actually opened. With the bright light, a figure stood in front of the door, looking at Huan Xin with a friendly smile.
Huan Xin was also surprised. He didn't expect that there was someone living here. Seeing that this person's face seemed to be somewhat similar to the old man in the painting, Huan Xin also guessed that this short old man could not be the legendary one.
Giant turtle, showing off General Yuan?
Before Huan Xin could ask, the old man opposite grabbed Huan Xin's hand and pulled her into the door. While pulling her, he said, "I've been waiting for you for so long and you're finally here. Come in and have a cup of hot tea."
Huan Xin had no time to resist and had already walked into the small temple. After entering, Huan Xin was also surprised. She only felt that the small temple was only a square inch in size from the outside, but it was surprisingly big inside and was built like a palace.
Generally speaking, there is a feeling of majesty and grandeur that makes Huan Xin stunned.
The old man ignored Qing Xin's expression, but sat down in front of an Eight Immortals table on the side, extending his hand to signal Qing Xin to sit down.
After Huan Xin sat down, the old man poured a glass of wine for Huan Xin and smiled at him: "You have worked hard too. Let's drink a glass of osmanthus wine to warm up first!"
Huan Xin looked at the fragrant wine in front of her, and took a drink without hesitation. After drinking a glass of wine, Huan Xin only felt a heat spreading from her chest. The feeling was very wonderful, and it lasted all night.
The fatigue has also been relieved a lot.
At this time, the old man asked: "Aren't you curious about my identity?"
Huan Xin said without thinking: "Aren't you the old man in the painting, General Xian Yingyuan!"
The old man burst out laughing, stroking his beard with his hand, squinting his eyes, looking at Huan Xin and saying, "The disciples of Bei Ming's generation are indeed extraordinary, much better than the old masters before."
As soon as these words came out, Huan Xin was also curious, wondering if this old man was not a giant turtle? Only then did he realize that the old man didn't seem to have any evil spirit on his body, just like an ordinary old man. Huan Xin was also surprised.
Taking a breath of cold air, I became even more confused about the identity of this person.
"You are not General Yuan? Who are you? The person who can live here must not be a mortal!"
Huan Xin asked with some vigilance, thinking that if this old man was not General Yuan, who could he be? Isn't it a little too scary?
The old man smiled and said nothing, but said: "Take out the painting on your back."
Qing Xin has been wearing this painting on his body, not because Qing Xin is willing to wear it on his body, but because this painting seems to be spiritually following him.
Huan Xin took off the painting folder he was carrying, took out the painting from it, and then handed it to the old man. The old man took the painting and saw a ray of soul floating out of it. A golden light suddenly appeared, and the soul flew away.
After entering the old man's body, the old man let out a long sigh of relief, stood up, raised his hands to Huan Xin and said, "Thank you for your hard work all the way, little friend. Thank you for your hard work."
Huan Xin stood up quickly. He felt that he might not be able to bear the obeisance of the old man in front of him, so he raised the old man's hand and said, "You are so polite, what on earth is going on."
The old man stood up, motioned for Huan Xin to sit down, and then slowly said: "Beiming's lineage is still smart. They only kill demons and eliminate demons for the world, but they don't establish destiny for heaven and earth, and they never get involved in Feng Shui metaphysics."
Huan Xin saw that this person seemed to know Beiming very well, but he never told himself his true identity. This also made Huan Xin feel very distressed. Should he ask or shouldn't he?
The old man filled the wine glass in front of Huan Xin, and then said: "You must be full of doubts, so let's start with this painting!"
The old man took a sip of wine, and then said slowly: "I have to go out once every sixty years to absorb some spiritual energy from the world, because this is what I practice, but what I go out is not the physical body, but the physical body.
It’s a split soul.”
Hearing this, Huan Xin also knew that the old man in front of him must be very powerful. Even in the realm of Tongyin, it is impossible for the soul to be out of the body for too long, at most, it can only last for three sticks of incense, and it cannot be exposed to the sun.
It couldn't have been night when Tang Yao painted this painting. It was obviously the setting sun. This old man's soul could act in broad daylight, which is a sign of his profound spirituality.
The old man went on to say: "I didn't expect at that time that I actually met some bullies from Longhu Mountain. They wanted to arrest me and even set up a tiger-dragon formation for me. This scene happened to be seen by a kid from the nearby mountain and he drew it.
When I came down, God really helped me, so I took advantage of the situation and hid in the painting."
"But why did Tang Yao die?" When the old man Huan Xinjian said this, he also asked the doubts in his heart.
The old man let out a long sigh, then picked up the cup and touched it with Huan Xin. After the two drank from the cup together, the old man said slowly: "You're not the Ghost King, you're just Chen Youliang, you're a brat. Someone in Longhu Mountain has bribed you."
The Ghost King promised to release his soul and let him help track down my whereabouts."
Native soul?
This was the first time I heard about Huan Xin, so I frowned and listened to the old man's explanation.
"Later, the Ghost King found Tang Yao. He found that Tang Yao's girlfriend was quite pretty, so he had the idea to take it for himself, so he attacked the boy who was painting, but I hid at that time.
When I entered the painting, my strength had not yet recovered, so I took action and only saved the girl."
Having said this, Huan Xin also understood a lot, and understood why Longhu Mountain tried every means to use Fang Jiaqi. It turned out that Fang Jiaqi was in the sedan chair last time, and it was not accidental, but a premeditated plan.
Huan Xin sighed, feeling how could Longhushan, an upright sect from a well-known family, collude with the evil sect and do such a thing. Then why did they do it? Is it really just for a Heavenly Dragon Treasure Seal?
Thinking of this, Qing Xin felt that her mind was full of doubts, but she also knew that she would not be able to explain it clearly in a sentence or two, so she was ready to talk all night long.