Volume 5 The Flying Dragon in the Sky 24 Master Fayu
Although Su Lei was extremely reluctant, she did not dare to disobey his wishes and went up slowly with her lips pouted.
"Come here, let me hug you." Hanzi waited until Su Lei walked up to the third floor, then opened his hands and smiled softly at Xie Jiaying and Gao Shirou.
The two girls stood up obediently, one of them sat beside him, and gently snuggled into his warm arms.
"I was very sad when Su Xiao died. Although Brother Long later came to take her away, I was very scared at that time. I was afraid that if one of you would be in the same situation one day, what should I do?
What should I do? So I asked Brother Long for something." Hanzi said leisurely.
"What will happen to us with you here?" Gao Shirou moved her head to make herself more comfortable in his arms, and said softly.
Xie Jiaying became interested, raised her head and asked, "What did you ask for from Brother Long San? It's not the elixir of life, is it?"
Gao Shirou smiled softly and said: "How can there be any elixir of immortality in this world? Jiaying, I think you read a lot of fairy tales, right?"
Hanzi smiled and said, "Actually, what Jiaying said is pretty much the same. Brother Long San gave me something like this." When he finished speaking, there was an ancient book bordered by gold thread in his hand.
Xie Jiaying sat up and took a look at it. She frowned and said angrily, "What is this? The characters on it recognize me but I don't recognize it."
Gao Shirou took the book from her hand, looked at it, and frowned slightly, but she seemed to know more than Xie Jiaying. She flipped through the book and said, "These words should be in small seal script.
Hanzi, what kind of book is this? I remember you recognize the small seal font."
Hanzi smiled slightly: "This is the "Jade Dragon Secret Book"."
In Heizhugou, on top of the triangular peak that resembles a pyramid, there is still thick cloud and mist.
Near the top of the mountain, in a cave with no flowers, grass or trees, and white rocks everywhere, an old monk with a withered face and even his beard was sitting there quietly cross-legged, lighting a lamp next to him.
The light of the oil lamp was dim, but it seemed to have infinite heat. The flame in the middle of the wick turned out to be golden. The most peculiar thing was that there was no oil in the place where the wick of the oil lamp connected to the lamp holder below.
The skin on the old monk's face is as old as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and the deep wrinkles seem to be carved. Under the dim light of the oil-free wick flame, they seem to be telling a story.
The wasted years and vicissitudes of life.
His eyes were slightly closed, and he was sitting on a gray stone. From the outside, the stone should be flat, but it can be seen that the stone under the buttocks is actually sunken at this time!
Did the stone originally have such a hole that could just fit his buttocks, or did he create such a hole by sitting on the flat stone? And looking at him sitting motionless, why on earth was he sitting in this deserted place?
Can he sit alone on the mountain? How long has he been sitting here?
To all of this, I'm afraid only he himself knows the answers.
Suddenly, the motionless flame with an oil-free wick next to him suddenly jumped three times, and a faint wisp of black smoke suddenly appeared from the golden flame.
The old monk, who had always seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. The moment he opened his eyes, a dazzling light burst out from his eyes, and the light seemed to be
It seemed like it had been covered in dust for a thousand years, but once it burst out, it shot straight towards the ravine on the opposite side.
Deep in Heizhugou, there is still thick black fog, dense virgin forest, and the roar of unknown beasts from time to time.
The sky was still clear before, but at this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air over Heizhugou. "Crackling", the lightning flashed across the mountains and struck deep into Heizhugou. Then the sky was carved with lightning.
There were dark clouds, and soon heavy rain poured down. In an instant, the entire Heizhugou was completely dark, and you couldn't even see your fingers.
The roars of all the beasts suddenly stopped, and there was no other sound in the entire Heizhugou except the roar of thunder and lightning and the sound of heavy rain hitting the woods.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the night is getting darker and darker.
The light that shot out of the old monk's eyes slowly withdrew. On a stormy night, this shallow hole that was originally lifeless had a glimmer of life the moment he withdrew the light that shot out of his eyes.
the breath.
"This evil obstacle finally couldn't help but come out again. I don't know how many living beings in the world will suffer." An old but powerful voice faintly came from his mouth. Then, I saw him slowly rising from the ground.
stood up.
Glancing at the stone ground where he had just sat, a deep butt mark was revealed. The old monk sighed: "It's been three hundred years. It's been three hundred years. I didn't expect that I could sit on this hard stone in three hundred years."
Make a mark."
The moment he stood up, the lamp next to him suddenly became dazzling. A strong golden light centered on the wick and shot out in all directions. The golden light was dazzling and grand, just like the mysterious and mysterious light.
The great light of Buddha.
Yin Ruogui, who had already flown out of the Heizhu Valley, heard the sound of thunder and lightning, and suddenly turned around. He saw lightning, thunder, and wind and rain in the direction of Heizhu Valley for an instant, but outside Heizhu Valley it was still...
Under the clear sky, a weird smile appeared on his face, and he laughed and said: "Damn devil, you finally can't bear the loneliness and are about to wake up. I hope that kid can get your help and become the devil in the world.
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After a moment, a golden light shone from the pyramid-shaped mountain peak deep in the Heizhu Valley, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "No way, the old monk Fayu is still in the world?"
Immediately, deep hatred appeared on his face, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he turned around and flew away, never looking back again.
"Lord Mo Mang, here I am, Song Zikai." At the last minute, Song Zikai finally passed through the eerie lower cave filled with black mist and reached the deepest part of Heizhugou.
He glanced back at the entrance of the cave where the black mist had become ten times thicker in a moment. He sat down with a bang on the ground, his head covered with sweat, and his face, which was originally a bit sluggish, became even more so.
He was as pale as paper. Thinking of the terrifying experience of crossing the cave, he was still frightened. If he were asked to go through it again, he would not dare to be beaten to death.
After sitting for more than ten minutes, he regained some strength, and then he got up and walked towards the col ahead.