Xiao Yicai lowered his voice, his face became a little solemn, and said: 'My teacher asked me to ask my uncle, is the "Heaven's Secret Seal" on the mountain behind Dazhu Peak still intact?'
Tian Buyi's expression changed drastically. He stood up suddenly and stared at Xiao Yicai. Xiao Yicai also slowly stood up, but took a step back. Tian Buyi stared at Xiao Yicai for a long time, and the expression on his face kept changing. At first, he was surprised and shocked, then slowly
After slowly calming down, he turned into deep contemplation. Finally, another strange light seemed to flash in his eyes. He looked at Xiao Yicai and suddenly said: "It seems that Senior Brother Daoxuan really wants to pass on the position of his head to you in the future."
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Xiao Yicai lowered his head slightly and said: 'Uncle Master's words are serious and I don't dare to take them seriously.'
Tian Buyi said calmly: "He didn't even hide this matter from you, and his meaning is obviously very clear. Forget it, this is your Tongtian Peak matter, I don't bother to care about it. But about the Tianji Seal," he said in a high voice
Here, he paused and said in a deep voice: "This matter is not trivial, and it also involves Qingyun Qi. At that time, Qingran said: "Yes! He is a very good person. Hey, it's hard to think that he looked like that back then.
People can see the extraordinary with their discerning eyes...'
Master Daoxuan's words suddenly stopped, and the room fell into a state of calm. Xiao Yicai moved slightly, feeling vaguely uneasy.
After a while, Master Daoxuan said: 'You have been running for a day and are tired. Go back and rest.'
Xiao Yicai nodded, saluted and said: 'Yes.' After saying that, he slowly withdrew.
Master Daoxuan watched the figure of his proud disciple disappear from sight. He pondered for a moment, then looked at the dark sky outside the window. He slowly stood up and walked out. Soon, his figure melted into the figure.
In the dark night of Qingyun Mountain.
Although it is already late at night, in the secluded Patriarch's Ancestral Hall on the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, the ever-burning lamp is still burning, like a faint fire in the darkness. The old man guarding the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall has not yet fallen asleep. He is standing at the Qingyun Gate where he is worshiping.
In front of the altar table where the ancestors of all generations are buried, I gazed at the names in the dark shadows.
In the distance, there was a low hum of insects.
In the silence, there seems to be some heartbeat sound!
The night wind blew by, and the flame of the evergreen lantern swayed, trembling as if breathing. The old man slowly turned around, walked to the evergreen lantern, and gently blocked the direction of the wind with his hand. Soon, the light became quiet and became stable again.
Burning. The old man stared deeply at this light. The light reflected in his eyes seemed to be burning something.
In the middle of the night, footsteps suddenly came. The old man frowned, listened carefully, and then slowly turned around. The old voice said slowly: "I didn't expect that you would still be able to do it at such a late time."
come over.'
Master Daoxuan's figure slowly emerged from the darkness and walked into the ancestral hall.
Under the dim light, the eyes of the two old people collided in mid-air. They were both stunned for a moment. Inadvertently, they suddenly discovered that the other party was already so old, and then they remembered that they were also the same?
Master Daoxuan remained silent and stared at the old man for a long time. Then he walked slowly to the altar table and stood under the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of Qingyun Sect. He slowly straightened his body. The old man walked behind him and remained silent as well.
In the darkness, invisible majesty slowly emanated from the shadows, like deep traces that cannot be erased by time. Master Daoxuan had no expression on his face, picked up three sticks of incense from the altar table, walked to the candle and lit it
, holding his hands solemnly, bowed three times to the ancestor's tablet respectfully, then took a step forward and inserted the fine incense into the incense burner.
The faint smoke curled up from the incense burner and dispersed in the air, making the spiritual figures in front of them even more hazy, vaguely like a pair of eyes looking coldly at the two old men and the world.
"Is there anything difficult about burning incense in the middle of the night?" the old man asked calmly, his tone was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Master Daoxuan did not look back at him. His eyes were always staring at the majestic spiritual statues behind the light smoke. After a moment, he slowly said: "You said that after you and I pass away in the future, future generations will worship us, and what will happen to us?"
What would it be like?'
The old man snorted and said: 'Of course I am full of respect for you. As for me, will anyone still remember me?'
Master Daoxuan didn't pay attention to the old man's slightly sarcastic words. He just smiled faintly. Then, he said quietly: "At present, there is a catastrophe, and all the creatures in the world are in ruins and are being ravaged by beasts and monsters. As long as you think of Qingyun Mountain and the beasts and monsters,
The First World War is unavoidable, and it affects the lives of all people in the world. With these heavy burdens on my shoulders, I haven't slept well for many days.'
The old man frowned and said: 'You are here to complain to me, right? This is not your temperament.'
Master Daoxuan looked at the old man for a moment, suddenly laughed, and then sighed: 'After hundreds of years of friendship between you and me, you are the only one who understands me best.'
The old man shook his head and said: 'I know who you are? If that were the case, I wouldn't be guarding the ancestral hall here. Okay, stop talking nonsense, what exactly do you want to say?'
Master Daoxuan seemed to be particularly tolerant of the old man. He contradicted him several times, but Daoxuan didn't take it seriously. He just looked a little solemn and said slowly: "I have made up my mind. This war has too much to do. For the sake of the livelihood of the world, I want to get rid of it."
The secret seal of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain.'
The old man's expression suddenly froze, his brows were furrowed, and he looked deeply at Daoxuan. Daoxuan looked at each other calmly. After a long time, the old man slowly said: 'Have you thought about this matter?'
Daoxuan nodded slowly and said: 'But when I secretly informed the leader of the Six Meridians today, Tian Buyi asked someone to tell me some words, advising me to be careful of the backlash of my anger.'
The old man smiled coldly, turned around and faced the memorial tablets of the ancestors, and said after a while: "It's not like you haven't been to the Huanyue Cave. You know what's inside." After a pause, his voice suddenly softened a little.
, there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in it, saying: 'You can do it yourself!'
Master Daoxuan remained silent. After a moment, he also raised his head and looked at the deep dark shadow. The silent majesty seemed to be sneering silently in the darkness.
Seven days later, there were more and more rumors about the appearance of monsters in the area around Qingyun Mountain. Within a radius of a hundred miles, with Heyang City at the foot of the mountain as the center, people fleeing could be seen everywhere. It seemed that there was only one person in the world at this moment.
The majestic and towering Qingyun Mountain can give people a sense of comfort and security.
Amidst the noise of countless crowds, Heyang City is the most chaotic place. The streets and alleys are crowded with people. The original inns and restaurants in the city have long been filled with people, and more people have fled.
The refugees had to sleep in the open air. Under this situation, the food supply in Heyang City became very tight. Fortunately, because the city is right by the river, there is no need to worry about the water source.
In this chaotic situation, it is difficult to guarantee that some evil things such as robbery and murder will not occur. There are indeed rumors from time to time that someone disappeared yesterday, and today we heard that someone was lying dead on the street. But Heyang City
After all, it was at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and the Qingyun Sect had already made preparations and dispatched quite a few disciples to maintain order in the city, so in general, no untoward accidents happened to the countless refugees during this catastrophe.
However, as the terrifying rumors of beast monsters become more and more serious day by day, no one can predict what tomorrow will be like. Under this situation, Heyang City is filled with an increasingly uneasy atmosphere.
People are panicked.
It was in this situation that the wandering fortune teller Yi Xian came to this city with his granddaughter Xiaohuan and Taoist Wild Dog. Standing on the spacious street in the past, now he only saw densely packed heads of people.
, the street turned out to be so crowded that it was difficult to walk on it. The wild dog Taoist just paid it off, but Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan were dumbfounded.
Relying on the fact that the Wild Dog Taoist had a strong body and a fierce face, he cleared the way in front of him, and the weak people were squeezed out. The strong people looked back at the dignified appearance of the Wild Dog Taoist, and most of them did not dare to say anything. Monday
Xianhe Xiaohuan followed the wild dog closely and reluctantly moved forward. He was sweating profusely along the way. He finally crossed the street and turned into an alley at the west end of Heyang City.
The three of them walked in, and there were actually many people standing in the alley that used to be very quiet. But compared to the crowded crowd on the street outside, it can be said that this place is really spacious. Zhou Xianxian cursed in a low voice, which seemed very strange.
I was so angry that it was enough for me to run for my life, but how could so many people also run for my life, making it so uncomfortable for me to run for my life?
This alley is very long and winding. The further you go in, the fewer people there are. After walking for about half an hour, the three of them reached the end of the alley. There were no more people fleeing here. The reason is simple.
This place is obviously a charity village, but looking at the dilapidated entrance of this small charity village, half of the wooden door has fallen to the ground, and the other half is missing. I don’t know if it was taken away.
Burn as firewood.
Zhou Yixian looked at the righteous village, shook his head, and sighed. Xiaohuan stood beside him and called in a low voice: 'Grandpa.'
Wild Dog was a little puzzled, but since he was from a demon sect, he didn't really care about these unlucky places in Yizhuang. He was just a little confused as to how Zhou Xian and Xiao Huan came to this place.
Zhou Yixian was silent for a while and said: 'Let's go in! Anyway, it should be relatively quiet here.'
Having said that, he walked in first, with Xiaohuan and the wild dog following behind him. When he walked into the Yizhuang, he saw a small courtyard with desolate vegetation and scattered fallen wood chips and beams everywhere, vaguely like
There were also some white things shining brightly in the grass. Xiao Huan's face turned a little pale, and she couldn't help but pull on Zhou Xian's clothes.
Zhou Yixian looked back at her and comforted her in a low voice: 'It's not the first time here, so what are you afraid of? Besides, this is also where your father lives. Could he still harm us?'
Xiao Huan nodded, and his expression became better. Taoist Wild Dog frowned behind him, but didn't say anything.
In front of the courtyard is the concierge of Yizhuang. Zhou Yixian walked up and saw that the door was covered with dust. He didn't know how long it had been since no one had been here. He was silent, shook his head, sighed again, and pushed
Opened the door.
'Creak...' The wooden door made a harsh sound and slowly retreated inside. A smell of mold came out. Under the dim light, three coffins were placed in a haphazard manner, but the lids of the coffins had been scattered aside.
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The unspeakable desolation of the years seemed to be emanating from this small room. The corner of Zhou Xian's mouth twitched twice, his face was pale, and he walked up slowly without looking at the scattered coffins beside him.
He walked straight to the sacrificial table where incense was originally placed to enshrine the spirit tablets, and looked at the dozen or so spiritual tablets staggered on the table.
There was silence in the room, as if no one dared to speak. Zhou Xian slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the spiritual tablets, slowly wiped off the thick dust on them, took a look, put them aside, and then went to find the next one.
, just like that, when he was cleaning the seventh spiritual tablet, he saw the writing on the tablet that read "The spiritual tablet of his beloved son Zhou Xingyun".
Zhou Yixian stopped moving and looked at the spiritual tablet silently. After staring for a long time, Xiaohuan slowly walked up and looked at the spiritual tablet in his hand. His eyes were a little moist and he whispered: "Grandpa, put dad's spiritual tablet away."
All right!'
Zhouxian Xian let out a sigh of relief, looked a little sad, and nodded. Xiaohuan took the spiritual tablet from his hand, carefully placed it on the altar table, then stepped back, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully to the tablet.
, whispered: 'Dad, my grandpa and I are back to see you again. Thanks to you, my grandpa and I have wandered around the world over the years, but everything is fine. I will come back today to clean up for you. I hope you won't blame us.
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After saying that, he bowed respectfully and bowed three times.
Taoist Wild Dog was watching from behind, and suddenly he also walked to the front and bowed three times to the tablet. This shocked both Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan, who asked in surprise: 'Taoist Master, why are you...'
Taoist Wild Dog ignored Yi Xian's strange look and said: 'Since he is your father, he is also my senior. When he comes to this place, it is appropriate for me to pay tribute to my senior.'
Xiaohuan was relieved and nodded: "Thank you very much." After saying that, she turned to the tablet and said: "Dad, this is Taoist priest Wild Dog. He is a good man and has helped me and grandpa a lot."
of.'
Zhou Yixian snorted beside him and said: 'Is he considered a good person? Hum, he has bad intentions...'
Taoist Wild Dog's expression froze, but Xiaohuan had already glared at Zhouxian and said, 'Grandpa, why are you talking nonsense?'
Zhou Yixian rolled his eyes, turned around and looked away. Taoist Wild Dog looked at Xiaohuan gratefully. When he was about to speak, he suddenly choked and turned around sharply. Xiaohuan and Zhouxian seemed to have felt something.
, looking towards the door of Yizhuang almost at the same time.
In the originally desolate and silent Yizhuang, a man in black suddenly appeared at the door of the room. Even his face was covered by a black gauze. It was indescribably strange. It was originally caused by the arrival of Zhou Xian and three others.
Yizhuang, who was somewhat popular, suddenly fell into a deeper silence and desolation due to the appearance of this person.
Taoist Wild Dog's expression changed drastically, his lips moved a few times, and then he said slowly and solemnly: 'Mr. Ghost...'