Hundreds of monks have returned to Kasyapa Temple one after another. Master Kongming has also decided not to send people to search in Mount Sumeru. Everyone else wants to go to Tianquan Mountain. Since the internal test of Xuantian Sect has ended, the team leader
Taoist Yunhe also took dozens of young disciples of Cangyun Sect without returning to Cangyun, but went directly to Tianquan Mountain.
Yun Qiyou shook his head and said to Ning Xiangruo: "I still think there is something here that we haven't searched, but since there are traces of Xuan Ying near Tianquan Mountain, senior sister, please go there with the monks from Kasyapa Temple tonight.
I will stay here for a few more days and will meet you then."
Ning Xiangruo knew that Yun Qiyou had a very stubborn personality. She knew one thing for sure. Even eight thousand-mile horses could not pull him back. He was even more stubborn than a stubborn donkey.
In her heart, she also felt that the little junior sister's persistence was a bit absurd. Hundreds of people searched the huge Mount Sumeru for seven or eight days because of her feeling. It would be fine if they found some traces of needles and threads. In the end, Mount Sumeru was turned upside down.
Unfortunately, there is no trace of Xuan Ying and Ye Xiaochuan. Recently, it was reported that Xuan Ying may have appeared near Tianquan Mountain, three thousand miles to the west.
Under this situation, Ning Xiangruo could only gather in the direction of Tianquan Mountain to track and search.
She glanced at Ning Xiangruo, sighed, and said: "Okay, junior sister, tonight we will follow the monks from Kasyapa Temple to Tianquan Mountain. If you don't have any clues here within three days, join us."
Yun Qiyou nodded slightly.
Bailiyuan said: "Now that everyone has made a decision, let's set off without further delay. We have already been delayed for ten days in Mount Xumi. Now if we delay for one more day, Ye Xiaochuan's life will be even more dangerous."
Everyone left, leaving only Yun Qiyou.
Yun Qiyou felt a burst of sorrow in his heart. Why didn't everyone, including the senior sister who watched him grow up, believe his words?
She thought that the little connection between Wu Feng and Zhan Chen was correct. It was with that little connection on the Yangtze River that she found Hanyang City.
There was nothing wrong with my feeling that time, and it certainly won't be the case at all.
Standing in a primitive dense forest surrounded by continuous mountains, Yun Qiyou raised his head and looked at the figures of the few people flying away in the air, and sighed softly.
Late at night, I found a valley, cleared a large open space of fallen leaves, and lit a bonfire in the open space.
There is a faint smell of rotting dead wood branches and leaves permeating the surroundings, which is a common smell in primitive mountain forests.
A branch was inserted into a hard cold steamed bun and grilled over a flame. Soon the surface of the white steamed bun was browned.
Yun Qiyou's ability to survive in the wild is obviously much higher than that of the equally famous Fairy Yufu. The steamed buns are baked with a golden light and are not burnt at all. It seems that after years of experience in the world, she has baked cold steamed buns in the wild and eaten them.
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The weather tonight is a bit bad, with dark clouds hanging over Mount Sumeru, and the wind blowing from the mouth of the valley is gradually getting stronger, causing the bonfire to scatter sparks.
In order to prevent mountain fires from burning down Mount Sumeru, Yun Qiyou extinguished the pair of bonfires with earth after baking the steamed buns.
She sat on the trunk of a dead tree that had fallen down for who knows how many years and ate the steamed buns bit by bit, but she always felt that she had neglected something.
what is it then?
In the past ten days, she felt that she had almost passed by Ye Xiaochuan several times. Finding Ye Xiaochuan was just a snap of her fingers, but her mind seemed to have overlooked an important clue at a critical period.
Hundreds of people have been searching for so many days but there are no clues. Yun Qiyou doesn't think he can find it alone, even though Ye Xiaochuan is somewhere in Mount Xumi, searching for a hidden person in the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away by himself.
Those who get up are like looking for a needle in a haystack.
“If you can’t find it on the ground, what about other ways to start?”
A strange idea suddenly flashed through Yun Qiyou's mind.
She didn't know why she had this weird idea.
At this moment, she suddenly raised her head and looked at a peak in front of her.
"Mount Sumeru!"
She suddenly stood up, and the half-eaten bun slipped silently from her fingers to her feet.
Of course, it was not the monks from Kashyapa Temple in Mount Sumeru who abducted Ye Xiaochuan. Somewhere in Mount Sumeru, there should be the lair of Su Nu Xuan Ying for thousands of years. The existence of that secret lair may be far older than
The existence of Kasyapa Temple.
"Mount Sumeru!"
She muttered these three words again in her mouth.
This place is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, to the north of Anqing Prefecture. In the mountains and forests covering hundreds of miles, there are only thirty-three peaks that reach directly into the sea of clouds. The rest are low hills and dense primitive jungles.
Those thirty-three peaks stand out like a flock of chickens, very conspicuous, like peaks rising from the flat ground.
Some people say that this is the origin of Mount Sumeru.
Those seventeen tall and straight peaks form a sharp contrast with the countless low hills around them, like one big and one small.
At the same time, in Buddhist language, it is said that Mount Sumeru, where the Buddha lived, is 84,000 feet high and is surrounded by thirty-three sacred peaks.
The Mount Sumeru in front of us has a coincident meaning with Mount Sumeru in Buddhist language, so many people think that this is the origin of the name of this mountain.
Mount Sumeru has existed for too long, and Kashyapa Temple only appeared more than 3,000 years ago. Before that, this mountain range was always called Mount Sumeru.
In the world of cultivation, there is another legend about this mountain.
The word Xumi does not refer to Mount Xumi where the Buddha lived in Buddhist language, but refers to the mustard seeds of Xumi.
What is Sumeru Mustard Seed?
There is a classic verse in Buddhist language: One grain of sand is a world, one flower is a kingdom. The Buddha observes that in a bowl of water there are forty-eight thousand insects.
The general idea is that there are countless lives in a small drop of water.
This is similar to the Taoist concept of internal universe.
Just like the Qiankun bag hanging on Yun Qiyou's waist, it looks like an ordinary small bag, but the space inside is terrifyingly large and can fit into a big house.
The main material of this kind of Qiankun storage bag is the extremely rare Sumeru hemp from the Shiwan Mountains in southern Xinjiang.
The origin of Mount Sumeru may not be the thirty-three peaks, but a mysterious space here similar to the Sumeru Mustard Seed and the Qiankun Storage Bag.
This is Yun Qiyou's guess at this moment, and it is also a legend about the origin of Mount Xumi that has been passed down in the world of cultivation for thousands of years.
is it possible?
Yun Qiyou asked himself.
But then, she seemed to have thought of it, and turned her head to look at the highest mountain peak in the darkness.
That is the highest peak in the entire Sumeru Mountain, nearly 10,000 feet high, and it is Guan Zizai Peak.
