According to legend, the first patriarch of Kasyapa Temple was a traveling monk who walked around the world with a big iron chain around his neck. He got lost in Mount Sumeru and was trapped for ten days and a half. When he was about to starve to death, he
Sitting under the old Bodhi tree at Guanzizai Peak, waiting to ascend to heaven.
It was under that tree that the old monk became a Buddha.
Of course, this is a one-sided statement from Kasyapa Temple and cannot be done accurately.
In any case, the founder must have had some adventure on the mountain behind Guanzizai Peak.
When this swarthy old monk who once hung an iron chain and went door to door for alms appeared again, it was already decades later. He was exuding solemn Buddha light and had unfathomable Buddhist magical powers.
Ye Temple lineage.
As for the past events, they are even more mysterious. According to what the founder of Kasyapa Temple told others, he entered a fantasy world. He didn't stay in it for long, and when he woke up, it was already a hundred years ago.
In response to the saying in the world of cultivation, there is no Jiazi in the mountains and the world has been around for thousands of years.
For some reason, Yun Qiyou suddenly remembered this legend in her mind. She looked at the Guan Zizai Peak standing in the distance in the darkness, and then at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak on the other side, so she used her body skills to watch.
Fly away from the free peak.
Ye Xiaochuan is so beautiful now. Ever since Xuan Ying gave him a vague explanation and saw the green-haired zombie, he thought he had seen through the essence of a cultivator and had a sense of detachment.
He didn't hesitate anymore, because now he didn't even want to practice the classics on the cliff, let alone the ghost cultivation classics.
Now, feeling refreshed and eating delicious food, he returned to the Ice Stone Cave and fell asleep, making up for all the sleep he had lost in the past few days.
Xuan Ying frowned slightly when he saw Ye Xiaochuan falling asleep really quickly.
According to her original intention, she wanted Ye Xiaochuan to break the limitations of the True Demon Sect, but it seemed that not only did it not meet her expectations, but it actually dragged Ye Xiaochuan further and further away from the path of cultivation.
She doesn't understand human nature, let alone what the extremely emotional Ye Xiaochuan wants.
Originally, she had rarely shown kindness in thousands of years, so she intended to give him some advice on the ghost arts, but unexpectedly she ended up like this, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Before digging out his heart, Xuan Ying's temperament was very similar to Yun Qiyou's, withdrawn, cold, and unsocial, as if he was born to practice Taoism.
In her opinion, immortality and eternity are the craziest pursuits in everyone's heart. In order to achieve this goal, it is worth sacrificing everything.
After Ye Xiaochuan tried to comfort her, she became even more disgusted and resistant to practicing Taoism, so she was very confused.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan holding a stalactite and sleeping like a dead pig, she turned around and left the Ice Stone Cave without saying anything.
It's very dark in the mountains tonight, with dark clouds covering the moon, but it doesn't seem like it will rain for a while.
There is a Bodhi tree growing on the shady mountain wall at the back of Guanzizai Peak. Its branches are all over the steep rock wall, and the branches and leaves are very lush. It seems that there are many Bodhi fruits growing among the branches, leaves and vines.
There is no Bodhi tree. To put it bluntly, the Bodhi tree was originally a vine-like plant. As time went by, the vines became thicker and took on the shape of a winding tree.
The Bodhi tree in the back mountain of Guan Zizai Peak does not get any sunlight all year round. In this case, it grows even more slowly. It is probably much slower than the ancient sacred tree in the back mountain of Samsara Peak.
Look at this posture, it would take thousands of years for the bodhi tree to grow into this style.
Xuan Ying sat on a small tree branch as lightly as a willow catkin. The surroundings were very quiet, just as quiet as he remembered from thousands of years ago.
She took out the Huangquan Biluo Xiao that she snatched from Ye Xiaochuan from her waist, and started playing the music in the pitch-black back hill.
It was a luck to say that two hours ago, the hundreds of monks from Kasyapa Temple had returned to the temple and gave up on wasting time on Mount Sumeru. Otherwise, the sound of the flute would have been discovered soon.
The sound of the flute is very beautiful, like the sound of nature. She has no human emotions, but the sound she plays seems to be full of emotions.
It is tender and touching, just like a woman who misses her lover far away, whispering to herself in the dark night.
When Yun Qiyou came to the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak, she heard the sound of the flute. Her eyes froze. It was strange that the sound of the flute was nearby, but with her skills, she could not feel the direction from which the flute sound came.
transmitted.
It was like the scene when I first met Master Yun's uncle in the woods outside Hanyang City happened again.
Here, at this time, there was the sound of flute, and Yun Qiyou's heart almost stopped beating.
Women's intuition is always so accurate, which makes people feel unreasonably accurate.
She felt that the sound of the flute was related to Xuan Ying, but no matter how hard she searched with her mind and spirit, she could not find the specific location of the other party.
The sound of the flute seemed to come from her soul.
At this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Guqin in the bag carried behind him seemed to be a little unstable.
The harmonious music of the harp and flute, the harmonious music of the Yao Qin Fairy and the old man Huangquan once performed many amazing and beautiful pieces of music.
The Huangquan Biluo Xiao and the Demon-Suppressing Guqin are like Zhan Chen and Wu Feng, they already have a faint connection with each other.
Yun Qiyou was very courageous. She guessed that the sound of the flute might be related to Xuan Ying, and she also knew that if she met Xuan Ying, she would probably be killed in an instant, but she still did not flinch.
Looking at the mountain behind Zizai Peak, on a large raised rock, Yun Qiyou sat cross-legged, Zhan Chen placed it at hand, and the Demon-Suppressing Guqin was taken out from the bag and placed on his knees.
Zheng……
She tuned the strings, and suddenly the bright and melodious sound of the piano sounded in the darkness.
At the same time, the sound of the flute coming from an unknown direction in the darkness suddenly stopped, as if it had been disturbed by something.
Yun Qiyou took a deep breath, and her eight slender, ivory-like white fingers gently plucked the strings, and a beautiful and moving melody suddenly sounded.
"Demon-suppressing Guqin?"
Xuan Ying, who was sitting lightly on a branch of the Bodhi tree, frowned.
To other people, the sound of the piano may just sound nice and moving, but her knowledge and experience are almost unmatched by anyone in the world.
What's more, the moment the piano sound just sounded, I immediately felt the yellow spring blue flute on my lips react.
In the whole world, only the Demon-Suppressing Guqin, which has played in harmony with Huangquan Biluoxiao countless times, can touch the spirit of Huangquan Biluoxiao.
Of course she knew whose hands the Demon-Suppressing Guqin was in. That night outside Zhuxian Town, Yun Yazi only held an unparalleled sword and did not take the Demon-Suppressing Guqin with him. Moreover, it was absolutely impossible for Yun Yazi to play the Guqin here at this moment.
, So, there is another person playing the harp on the mountain behind Guanzizai Peak in Mount Xumi tonight.
