The little Taoist priest walked out of the main hall lightly with a candle, and after carefully inspecting the Huixian Temple, he approached the alchemy room at the back of the mountain, hidden in the reflection of pines and bamboos.
Master has not come out all night.
And Master has been in this state of thanking guests and closing the door for a whole month.
The little Taoist priest walked smoothly and easily, showing a good foundation in Qinggong, but he carefully avoided every shadow that was not illuminated by the light, as if there was something ominous hidden in the shadows between the pillars.
"Master."
The little Taoist knocked on the wooden door of the alchemy room, and there was a sound.
The lights in the alchemy room flickered, and the old man's slender silhouette was revealed in the small window.
"Are they all gone?"
Yuan Huazi's voice was very soft, and the air flow seemed so weak that it couldn't blow the vocal cords, but it also seemed like the air flow was pulling each other from left to right, creating unnecessary chaos.
The little Taoist priest replied respectfully: "Master Jiang and all the donors have already gone out from the side door and headed towards Zhizhi Nunnery. I waited for three sticks of incense, but no one heard the sound of returning."
"Okay, your ear skills are at a high level, I'm sure you won't hear wrongly."
Yuan Huazi said slowly, and then the sounds in the room slowly dispersed, becoming so quiet that it seemed like there was no one there.
But as the candlelight in the alchemy room flickered, the silhouette of the old Taoist priest was still in front of him.
The little Taoist priest waited for a long time. As the cold wind blew into his Taoist robe, his neck and sleeves seemed to be filled with frost.
"Master, when Hero Jiang suddenly came from the top of Dawang Peak, would he... would he be able to reconcile with..."
The little Taoist priest hesitated and hesitated, never daring to finish his words. He stood outside the house in the cold and could not even speak, and still did not dare to step into the alchemy room.
There was a faint sound of breathing, and Yuan Huazi suddenly emerged from the water like a drowning person, but his tone of voice did not change.
"There are immortals on Wuyi Mountain, and the cold current below the mountain is clear and clear - have you secretly read the writings of the founder? Do you also want to be like Mr. Kaoting, and infer the whereabouts of the immortals?"
"Disciple doesn't dare."
The little Taoist priest said respectfully, but he tacitly acknowledged that he had read the patriarch's notes.
Yuan Huazi snorted coldly: "The original copy of "Six Odes of Manting Peak" has been burned by me. There are some things that are better for you not to know. Jiang Wen also guessed the intention of the founder at the beginning and came to interrogate me on the stone wall.
poems..."
Speaking of this, Yuan Huazi paused for a moment and continued, "The room is full of heavenly fragrance, and the feathers are hazy. The ancestor has already told Zhu Hui'an in his poem that the gods and immortals in Wuyi Mountain cannot be found in the human world, so there is no need to think too much about it... But it happened back then.
Xin Jiaxuan saw the fairy shadow again in the daytime..."
As if he was afraid that the master's voice would disappear, the young apprentice's voice did not pause this time and continued to ask: "Master, you can wait until the masters and uncles come back..."
But the cold current passed through the room, the lamp shadows shook constantly, the little Taoist priest's voice fell silent, and no one responded for a long time.
A trace of hesitation flashed across the little Taoist priest's calm face.
He slowly came to the small window outside the alchemy room, stepped on his feet and peeked quietly, but he could only see the huge Wuyi true shape picture hanging in the room, and could not see the scene of the cloud couch at all.
However, the master's shadow is still there, motionless.
The little Taoist priest wanted to use Qinggong to find out, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not leave the ground at all. The closer he got to the alchemy room, the harder his breathing became.
Wandering and wandering, thinking and thinking, the little Taoist who stopped moving secretly gritted his teeth and finally approached the wooden door he just stood at.
With a gentle exertion of force from his fingers, the wooden door was indeed unlocked, and a gap immediately opened up undetectably, and slowly widened to a width enough to be watched.
The little Taoist exhaled slightly to calm his uneasy thoughts.
Since he obtained the Wuyi True Shape Diagram, Master has been meditating day and night, looking for the Yamagata chapter in "Yunji Qizhuan", and accidentally mentioned the allusion of Daluotian and the Queen Mother, which are related to the thirty-sixth heaven.
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All kinds of strange phenomena finally aroused his vigilance, and the behavior of being ordered to persuade Jiang Wen to leave tonight completely triggered his vigilance.
Through the crack in the door, the little Taoist priest finally saw the master in seclusion - an old man wearing neat Taoist robes sitting cross-legged on the cloud couch, meditating motionless facing the Wuyi True Shape Picture.
Since his back was to the door of the house, the little Taoist priest could only see his back.
At the same time, he once again saw Wuyi's true shape silk painting. Viewed from the front, the painting was marked with many symbols of unknown meaning. Among them, two short and one long marks were particularly clear, and the location coincided with the Kanyu map.
Finally, it seemed a little familiar, where could it be...
The little Taoist priest who was observing attentively pressed lightly against the wooden door. The cloth was accidentally kicked, and the crack in the door suddenly widened again. Fortunately, no sound was made.
Cold sweat fell from his forehead, the little Taoist priest's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the signs of restlessness became more obvious.
He originally wanted to exit the alchemy room, but he forgot that there were only two small windows in the room, and the stable flow of cold wind was instantly affected by the crack in the door.
The cold current from the mountains suddenly rushed towards Chaimen. The flames in several lamps in the house surged and headed towards Chaimen at the same time, like a pair of strange hands trying to catch the uninvited guest!
The little Taoist priest's breathing almost stopped. His eyes were wide open, and the snarling flames and panic were reflected in his pupils. The world with black pupils was obviously only black and white, but something strange and deeper than darkness suddenly appeared next to the white flames...
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"Master, there is a ghost in the house!"
Ningdie suddenly screamed, breaking the peaceful night of Zhizhi'an.
Jiang Wen quickly crossed the courtyard and pushed open the door to the west side room. He saw Fu Ningdie wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering and not daring to poke her head out, and kept talking.
There is a ghost in it.
Next to her, Hong Wending was lying peacefully, not even making a move to turn over.
"Ningdie, what's going on?"
Jiang Wen patted the quilt and frightened Ningdie again. It took him a long time to poke his head out, his face full of tears.
"Master! There is... there is a ghost! I was sleeping just now, and I heard footsteps outside the house! I thought it was Master and you passed by, so I didn't pay attention..."
Fu Ningdie's expression was extremely panicked, "After passing by several times, I asked Master why you were walking around! But no one answered!"
Jiang Wen comforted her for a few words before waking her up from the panic.
"and after?"
"Then I heard the footsteps of many people! They were running around here and there, and they kept trying to open the door to come in! No matter how I shouted, no one answered me! Wen Ding also seemed to have fallen asleep, completely
No one listens!"
Fu Ningdie leaned close to Jiang Wen's arms, shrank back, staring at the open wooden door in horror, as if some unspeakable and terrifying thing would break into the door at any time - after all, in her world, just now
There is only this door between us and something terrifying and unknown.
"Don't be afraid Ningdie, the master is here."
Jiang Wen seemed to be patting her on the back and saying words that Fu Ningdie couldn't understand, but it made her feel a real sense of security.
"If there really is such a door in the world that is full of monsters and monsters, then we in the martial arts world are destined to be the ones who push the door open."
Just then, Hong Wending woke up leisurely and looked at this scene expressionlessly.
"Master."
"Wen Ding, aren't you afraid of ghosts here? Why did you ignore me just now?!"
Fu Ningdie stretched out her green fingers and questioned Hong Wending.
"My father said that if you don't get weird, you will lose yourself."
There was confusion on Wen Ding's indifferent face, "Besides, I slept very lightly. Apart from the sound of flutes and pipes all night long, I didn't hear footsteps or you calling my name."