The light morning light shines down, shining on the majestic fairy mountain. There are many Taoist palaces, and the Dharma hall is on the hanging platform. Then the dangerous qing turns around, and the clear stream runs along the road. It is both solemn and aloof from the world. It is a good place for pure cultivation.
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It was a pity that no one present had time to appreciate it at the moment. Facing the large palace that had been destroyed not long ago when Qu Jinzhi and others took action, but was now intact as before, everyone was silent.
"Time..." Liu Qinghuan murmured, his face extremely heavy.
"Are you sure? It's not some powerful illusion or other great magic?" Qu Laogui walked to him and said solemnly: "All spells involving time are absolute taboos and are strictly monitored by heaven."
He cast a sinister look at the male cultivator who was still a little distracted. The other cultivator immediately became alert and took a few steps back defensively, calming down all the panic.
"I know the people I kill myself and will never miss. And if the time-forbidden spell just now is so powerful that it can bring people back to life, why hasn't it attracted heaven's punishment?"
This is something Liu Qinghuan couldn't figure out. You must know that in the Jiutian Qingming Treasure Mirror Palace, as soon as the elixir containing the law of time came out of the Shennong Cauldron, it was immediately struck by thunder and scattered. This shows how much he has doubts about the way of heaven.
It's harsh.
Therefore, at that time, he got a bottle of dream-tracing poison in the Shennong Cauldron but did not dare to use it. It was not until he entered the Yin-Yang Xutian that he used it on Yujiu.
After so many years in the immortal world, he only felt that this taboo was slightly relaxed in Yin Yang Xutian, where time and space were originally chaotic.
Other places, such as the Great Xumi Qiankun Pagoda of the Wenshi Sect, contain several new small realms. The speed of time passing in the outside world is slightly different, and the law of time is slightly involved, but it is a natural generation of the interface.
Within the scope allowed by the law of heaven, humans cannot and must not interfere.
At this time, Qu Jinzhi, who had been keeping a cold face since just now, suddenly moved, walked quickly to a nearby hall, pushed open the closed door of the hall with one hand, and looked inside: "The seal is where it was."
Liu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of his words. He walked to the door and saw the seal they had fought for before and escaped on the corner of a long table in the hall.
The bird, which is somewhat similar to the phoenix, is lifelike, with each feather emitting a faint blue light, and its powerful claws holding a piece of warm topaz, which makes it quite extraordinary at first glance.
Qu Laogui picked it up and said: "It seems that everything has returned to the time before we touched it. Could it be that... time has been reversed?!"
His face was full of surprise, and he stared at the seal struggling in his hand.
However, Liu Qinghuan noticed other objects placed on the long case. There was a stone inkstone on the right hand side. The ink in the inkstone was half dry, and a used bamboo pen was placed next to it. In the middle of the long case, there was a piece of white paper.
, half a bush of lush bamboo is painted on the paper.
He stretched out his finger and pointed, and found that the ink was not yet dry, as if the person who drew the picture was standing behind the case not long ago, but suddenly left for unknown reasons, so he only painted half of the picture.
This reminded him of the cup of warm tea he saw at the end of the passage when he was transported from the underground prison to the mountain.
"When you arrived, this place was decorated like this?"
Qu Laogui casually threw the seal to Qu Jinzhi and replied: "Tell me this, we have seen a lot in the past few days when we went up the mountain. The heat of the alchemy cauldron is still there, the incense burner is still smoking, and the wine is half drunk.
, I have never understood what happened, but now it has happened..."
He thought for a moment and pointed his fingertips upward: "Do you think it has something to do with the giant pupil that appeared in the sky before and the man on the top of the mountain? At the last moment, I seemed to see something in that man's hand."
"Yes." Liu Qinghuan said: "In the end, a faint light bloomed in his hand. After that, you and I probably lost our minds briefly. When we regained consciousness, time seemed to have gone backwards."
"However, this still cannot explain these half-painted paintings and half-burned incense. Even if time goes back, where are the people who painted the paintings and the people who burned the incense?"
Qu Laogui shook his precarious head and muttered: "Now I want to know who the guy on the top of the mountain is, who actually caused such a big thing!"
"It should be one of those Mahayana monks." Liu Qinghuan guessed, now thinking of the giant pupil in the deep sky composed of driving stars, the irresistible awe-inspiring power of heaven, and later when the ghostly light bloomed in the hand of that person, now he thought of
Still feeling palpitations.
He paused and asked, "Did you hear clearly what he said?"
"What are you talking about?" Qu Laogui said, actually showing an embarrassed look: "I was, haha, a little confused..."
Liu Qinghuan gave him a meaningful look. It seemed that this old ghost-slayer was born and his head could fall off easily, but the injuries he suffered before were probably more serious than he expected.
"He said." Qu Jinzhi spoke coldly: "It took me so long to finally find you. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Liu Qinghuan nodded and said: "Yes, I think this sentence... is a bit strange. 'It took so long and waited for so long'? Haven't you only been up the mountain for two days?"
"Three days." Qu Jinzhi replied: "Including today, there are three days."
"So why did you wait so long?"
Qu Laogui pondered: "Hmm... there seems to be a problem?"
Liu Qinghuan rubbed his forehead, feeling as if he was trapped in a fog. He felt that this mountain was giving him more and more doubts.
"Let's not talk about this for now. I haven't finished what I said before. Since there is a painting with the ink not yet dry, there is a person who painted it. Did you encounter any suspicious people when you went up the mountain?"
"You mean there were people on this mountain originally?" Qu Laogui frowned and said, "Isn't it possible? Isn't this mountain always sealed? How could there be people still there?"
But unexpectedly, a "Yes" came from the door.
The three of them turned around and saw that the resurrected male cultivator had not left. He said with hesitation: "I met an unkempt man halfway up the mountain. That person did not go up the mountain with us."
Liu Qinghuan cheered up: "Isn't he a little crazy, but his cultivation level is very high?"
"I don't know if his cultivation level is high or not." The male monk said, "When I saw him, he was facing a tree. He kept his head buried and muttered without knowing what to say. He shouldn't be called."
"Is there really someone?" Qu Laogui was extremely surprised: "How is that possible!"
The male cultivator murmured, but suddenly turned back and looked out, whispering: "Have those Mahayana descended from the mountain?"
Liu Qinghuan walked to the door in a few steps, and happened to see a monk in purple clothes jumping down from the mountain path above. There were several people following him, all with serious faces.
He spotted an old man inside, jumped onto the roof, and shouted loudly: "Senior Ku!"
The Ku Taoist looked over in response, paused for a moment, and moved towards this side.
"Why are you here, little friend? Where is Brother Gui?"
"Senior didn't see Senior Gui?" Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised: "He and I went to a bottomless abyss before. If he didn't show up, then he might not have gone up the mountain yet."
"It's better not to go up the mountain!" Unexpectedly, the Taoist monk nodded solemnly a few times. Seeing that the other Mahayana monks were disappearing in an instant, he was ready to catch up and said: "Little friend, you should go down the mountain quickly."
Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and he quickly followed up: "Senior, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
As expected, the Ku Taoist had a good temper. He slowed down and said patiently: "There is something strange about this mountain. It is not a place to stay for a long time."
"What's the meaning?"
"You all saw the scene on the top of the mountain before. We suspect that the person may not be a living person."
Liu Qinghuan didn't understand for a moment: "Isn't he a living person? Could it be that he is dead and is a ghost cultivator?"
The bitter Taoist smiled bitterly: "That's not what I meant. I meant that he should have passed away long ago and is only an ancient monk who exists in the annals of history."