On the cliff, Jiang Xiaoyu, carrying Lan Yue on his back, climbed a little higher and came to the place where the buckle should be.
The cliff here is very smooth, and Jiang Xiaoyu didn't even see any traces of buckles.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on it, and something strange happened. The cliff here seemed to be hollow inside.
"Could it be that there's a cave inside here?"
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaoyu said to Lan Yue behind him: "Hold on tight!"
"Um!"
Jiang Xiaoyu used his power in his palm, and then slowly pressed his palm against the cliff. With the surge of spiritual power, the cliff under Jiang Xiaoyu's palm suddenly turned into rubble.
The gravel fell, and a cave as tall as a person appeared in front of Jiang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Xiaoyu stretched his head and looked into the cave. Although it was pitch black inside, Jiang Xiaoyu could vaguely sense that there seemed to be life inside. Moreover, that life seemed to be human beings.
If there are people in the closed cave, the situation will not be much better.
After contacting the strange people in the temple, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but go in to find out.
I wanted to find a place to put Lan Yue down, but thinking that it was safest for Lan Yue to be with him now, Jiang Xiaoyu turned over and said to Lan Yue: "Lan Yue, brother is going to go in and take a look, you
Are you afraid not to take pictures?”
Lan Yue pouted and said, "Brother Jiang is here, Lan Yue is not afraid." As she said that, she lay directly on Jiang Xiaoyu's back.
Jiang Xiaoyu took out the torch from the ring space, lit it, and walked inside the cave.
The cave was very humid, and when you stepped on it, you left footprints one after another.
Now Jiang Xiaoyu has no time to deal with leaving his own footprints.
As he continued to go deeper, Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly feel that the human breath was getting closer and closer to him.
Suddenly, a light appeared not far ahead. Jiang Xiaoyu extinguished the torch and walked faster.
The reason why he dared to move forward so openly was because he sensed that the life breath inside was extremely weak, and they did not move at all.
However, he still reminded in a low voice: "Lanyue, no matter what you see later, remember not to make any sound."
"Yeah!" Lan Yue nodded.
The light is the beacon for Jiang Xiaoyu to move forward.
When he was still about ten feet away from the light, Jiang Xiaoyu finally saw clearly that the light was an open space.
When he reached the entrance of the cave, Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Standing in the space are the figures of ten monks.
The monks have different shapes, some are old, some are young, some are tall, some are short, some are as thin as bamboo poles, and some are several times fatter than jade.
This is not the point. The point is that Jiang Xiaoyu has seen these monks.
Everyone here, among the group of returning monks, can find exactly the same existence.
But those monks were clearly chanting Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist temple. When Jiang Xiaoyu left, the golden light on the top of the Buddhist temple was still clearly visible.
It's impossible for Jiang Xiaoyu to remember it wrong.
At the same time, he couldn't be wrong.
Now, the monks in front of him were exactly the same as the monks above. Jiang Xiaoyu rubbed his eyes, but the scene in front of him did not change.
The monks stood there silently, forming a circle.
"Who is true and who is false?"
Jiang Xiaoyu was completely confused.
If these monks in front of me are not monks from Tianbei Temple, then why are they banned here?
And if so, then the monks outside are fake. Since they are fake, then there will naturally be problems with Dead Leaves and Yang Sheng.
There is a problem with a group of people outside, so who is this incident targeting?
"Could it be that it's us?"
As soon as this idea came to Jiang Xiaoyu's mind, he immediately rejected it.
The reason is very simple. There are very few people who know that they are coming to Tianbei Temple. Apart from Wen Zhiming of Sixiang Sect and a few elders, only Venerable Hongyun of Amituo Temple knows.
Among these people, the Sixiang Sect is one of our own, so naturally it is impossible for him to harm himself.
And the Jade Monk was with him, and the Lord Hongyun had absolutely no reason to leak the whereabouts of himself and others.
If it is not directed at myself and others, then who is it targeted at?
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly thought of someone: Pu Shan.
If the above monks are all fake, then what Old Monk Ku Ye said about Pu Shanye's return must also be fake.
Since Monk Pu Shan is not in the temple, the only place where he may appear is probably here.
Looking at the monks who were frozen in place, Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes swept across each of their faces.
At this time, he really regretted why he didn't ask Wen Zhiming for the portrait of Monk Pu Shan.
Jiang Xiaoyu coughed a few times, but when he saw that the monks didn't move at all, he walked over cautiously.
Walking up to a thin monk, Jiang Xiaoyu touched him. As a normal monk, he should have carried an alms bowl with him, but this monk did not have it.
Of course, Yushi is not a normal monk, because what he carries with him is not an alms bowl, but a large pot that can stew meat.
Jiang Xiaoyu checked several other people one after another, and without exception, none of them had alms bowls on them.
Although the ten monks here were strange, they did not bring any useful information to Jiang Xiaoyu.
In the space, Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly see that a little bit of golden light was falling.
This is the golden light produced by the monks in the Buddhist temple above chanting Buddhist sutras.
Thinking about it, these golden lights have penetrated the mountain.
As Jiang Xiaoyu expected, the golden light continued to penetrate downwards after falling to the ground.
However, when Jiang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his perception seemed to be much weaker.
Jiang Xiaoyu finally understood that what sealed his perception should be these faint golden lights.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu's desire to leave was already clear in his mind.
Now it seems that since we can't tell whether there is Monk Pu Shan here, we might as well ignore it and stay here, which is a complete waste of time.
There are many weird things happening in Bei Temple today, so it would be safer to leave directly.
...
At this time, Ji Quansheng's consciousness was already on the verge of collapse.
The yellow leaves that buried him were like mud, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Suddenly, he felt a little more relaxed, and then, the yellow leaves covering his eyes seemed to be lifted by something.
He felt light coming from him, that kind of light that made people dizzy and confused.
He half-squinted his eyes and carefully discerned who the face under the light was.
Who was it that stretched out the life-saving straw at the moment when his life was about to expire?
"Sect Master!" That old and kind face filled Ji Quansheng's withered face with joy.
He wanted to reach out and touch the familiar face, but found that his hand seemed not to be buried in the yellow leaves.
The hand seemed to have disappeared, and he couldn't move even with all his strength.
"Don't move." Wen Zhiming's voice was like a warm sun, nourishing Ji Quansheng's life as thin as a gossamer.
"Sect Master, me!"
Ji Quansheng wanted to explain, but Wen Zhiming put his hand on his lips.
"Quansheng, let me ask you, what happened to Chu Yang?"
"Chu Yang?"
At this time, Ji Quansheng was unconscious, but after Wen Zhiming spoke, he still tried to think back.
It seemed that Wen Zhiming's eyes gave him strength, and he told everything that happened to Chu Yang exactly.
Wen Zhiming seemed very satisfied.
Just as Ji Quansheng was waiting for him to pull him out of the yellow leaves, the light in the sky was once again blocked by yellow fallen leaves.
The only light disappeared in an instant.
He shouted, but found that no matter how hard he tried, no sound came out of his throat.
At this moment, he felt as if his body was in mud.
Keep sinking, sinking.
Old Monk Dry Leaf slowly opened his eyes, and he wrote something quickly on a piece of paper. After he finished writing, he recited a magic formula, and the rice paper turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
Next to him, Yang Sheng covered the bloody hole on his body, then took out several bottles and cans from his pocket, poured them into his mouth, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down.