Chapter 640: Come back

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This time, it was really time to go. The wind had passed and would not stay, but it left ripples and gently rippled on the lake.
Xiao Chen stood on the edge of Feiyun Stone and watched the scenery below continuously receding. The memory was like a long picture scroll. With the mountains and rivers below, it was also retreating. It has been retreating to the first arrival of Yanzhou City. Ask the sword, too soon ...
It has been retreating to the endless ice field, the sky is free of night and dawn, and there are only colorful aurora. There will be another ice lotus here.
In the next three days, Xiao Chen often sat alone at the edge of Feiyun Stone, staring blankly at an ice field below. If Ning Yan was still there, he would be excited to cheer below, if Ning Yan was still ... …
Thinking about it, cold wind blows red eyes again.
"Brother Xiao." Yi Tong and Chen Ranfeihua walked over. The two held a few jars of good wine in their hands and handed him a jar. Xiao Chen took it and drank up.
The wine is bitter, as if the condensed smoke sounded in the ear again. "The son should drink less and eat more vegetables in the future. Although he is a cultivator, he has three meals a day, but he will forget it if he is a son." , Then Ning Yan will remind you daily, hum ... "
Wine is bitter, and so are people.
Yi Tong and Chen Ranfei watched next to each other, shaking their heads and sighed in silence, and when the twilight descended, Chen Ranfei looked at an ice field below, and suddenly said: "Awkward bitter cold land, red eyes, you came before Ever? "
"On that occasion, when I went to Yunwuyuan with Sister Bai," Yi Tong replied.
Dust dyed her chin and touched her chin thoughtfully, "Strangely, you said that most people in this bitter environment do not know about the purple realm, and most people in the purple realm do not know about the painful realm. How did it come? I see They are not bitter. "
Yi Tongdao said: "Bitterness is just a way of speaking. I heard from Bai Sister that many years ago, it was probably the last era of immortality cultivation. The people in the gate were struggling to apply a fairy technique, so at that time, some Mozong sects escaped to the immortal Dao Xuanmen, and fled to the extremely north bitter cold place. Through this place, they found a place suitable for survival. Probably the bitter situation came like this. "
Dianranfeihua laughed interestingly: "You said that the bitterness was built by the demons? This is really interesting. Since ancient times, the two immortals and demons are not in opposition, no wonder you look at this purple and bitterness, 啧啧 啧 ......"
Xiao Chen listened to the conversation between the two of them, and suddenly remembered that Master had chased the demon to this bitter cold place. I am afraid that this statement of Yi Tong really makes a lot of sense.
Although bitterness originated from the magic road at first, but over time, not all people cultivated demons, but mainly cultivated immortals, but because it originated from the magic road, so now the realm of suffering is between the devil, It will not be as clear as Zijing.
Thinking of these and Master, Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of the mysterious person who came from Han Zhao that day. If he was really another world, why did he hate Master so much in his words?
Did he find anything? Because it was originally the most important person, but in the end it was found to be the most hated person. Such a cruel reality, what kind of person must be, I am afraid that his temperament will change a lot?
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen suddenly startled with cold sweat. What did he find out that he hated Master so much?
Do not! wrong!
Xiao Chen shook his head violently, thinking about what he was thinking about. Master should be the best person for himself in the world. What reason did he have to doubt her? Xiao Chen, you are so wrong, it must be because that person was originally a plan, because Xiao Chen who absorbed that world will change his temperament, and say what he is himself ...
"Brother Xiao, what's wrong?" Yi Tong asked him when he saw a different look.
Xiao Chen recovered and shook his head: "No ... nothing ..."
Although I feel very tired now, there are some things that I must figure out, what is the purpose of my rebirth in this life, only to find the person who resurrected myself in that year, probably everything will fall out, and that person must also know that Master is in where.
On the tenth day, I finally came to the Kunlun Mountain Range, known as the ancestor of Wanshan Mountain, Kunlun Snow Mountain, towering, the mountain range was endless, standing on the edge of the Feiyun Stone, looking down, and faintly saw some snowbirds shuttle through the mountain Between the top and the mountain.
There are many myths about Kunlun Mountain, but those are all ancient legends. Now Kunlun Mountain is known to the world, but because there is the Kunlun Sword School known as the ancestor of sword repair, the world calls Kunlun disciples Kunlun sword fairy.
The temperature suddenly dropped a lot. Xiao Chen looked down the rolling mountains below. It was almost two years. I do n’t know if Yifeng Brother and Mu Xue are still on the Kunlun Mountain. The Kunlun School is hidden in the Profound Realm, and ordinary people cannot see it. .
This time I came to Kunlun, somehow, the kind of intimacy that Xiao Chen had when she passed by last time seemed to be more intense this time.
At twilight, Feiyunshi finally passed through the mighty Kunlun and reached the northern border of Beizhou, a place called Beihuang City. At first, Xiao Chen and his party set off from this place to go to the bitter environment. After nearly two years, they came again. Here, Xiao Chen felt more emotion.
Fengyun Fudocheng is in the eastern boundary of Beizhou, not far from the Sushuiyue's Bishuitan, but Xiao Chen did not plan to go back at the moment, but went to Dongzhou, Wuyin Temple.
Three days later, a few people came to Dongzhou, the mainland of Dongzhou, the mountains stretched, towering, is the birthplace of the Xiandao School, and there is an ancient town in the north of the east, and everyone in the town devoutly worships the Buddha. Only because the town is twenty miles north, there is an unemployed mountain. The mountain is where the Wuyin Temple, which has experienced thousands of years and is still in the wind and rain, is located.
"It's not pleasant to go to Wuyin Temple here. You should wait for me in the town." After several people arrived in the town, Xiao Chen turned to the seventh lane.
"Well, I'll find a place to drink with red eyes." Chen Ranfei looked at Yi Tong and said.
"Guru Guru!" Guru Beast lying in the arms of the seventh day, and then woke up, blinking a pair of sleepy eyes, staring at Xiao Chen in a daze. In the past ten days, he almost fell asleep. The spiritual power of Lingzun is gone. It is probably to supplement the lost spiritual power with sleep.
Xiao Chen nodded and left the town. He went to Wuye Mountain. The Wuyin Temple still had incense, and the Dharma seemed to be like. When he reached the mountainside, he could hear the sounds of chanting and Muyu coming from the temple.
As soon as he approached the temple gate, Xiao Chen heard the sound of "sand--sand--" and looked up, but it was the fallen leaves of two wise monks who were cleaning the stone steps. The broom rested on his shoulders and folded his hands together: "The donor came from afar, I wonder how the little monk can help the donor?"
Xiao Chen also raised his palm and performed a Buddhist ritual: "I am here to find Master Xuan Daji, and I would like to ask the two young masters to give a notice and say that the old surname Xiao came to visit."
"Well, Lord Xiao, please come with the little monk." A wise monk placed the broom beside the stone lion and led Xiao Chen to the temple gate. Before arriving at the monastery, the wise monk asked him to go outside for a moment, and then he went in to give a report.
After a moment, I only heard footsteps sounding inside the door, and then a white-bearded old monk came out, but seeing that the old monk's dharma was dignified, but in the solemn seven-point solemnity, he brought another three-point gentleness. The Great Divine Monk ranked the third Great Master.
"Amitabha ..." Master Xuan Daji folded his hands and read a Buddhist chant, saying: "Sister Xiao, you are here."
Xiao Chen became a palm with one hand and performed a Buddhist ritual: "Xuan Great Master." Today, in the old generation of Zijing, in addition to Zimo Qingfeng, Qingchen Fengxi and others, Wuyin Temple, he The most trusted is this highly respected Master Xuan.
"Dr. Xiao, please inside." Master Xuan Daji immediately took a gesture of asking.
Xiao Chen entered with him, only listening to the chanting sounds in the Great Hall of Great Heroes, Master Xuan looked at him, thinking that he was the only master in his generation, and he turned his eyes. After the new year, the disciples now cannot see Xiao Chen ’s cultivation behavior, but he can see that Xiao Chen ’s cultivation behavior is no longer under the older generation. So what's the matter? "
Xiao Chen stopped, a gloomy color flashed across her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "I want to ask the master, to pass me an old friend for me ..." said while slowly taking it from his arms Out of the hairpins of condensed smoke, looking at the hairpins in his hand, listening to the chanting sounds in his ears, smelling the breath of cigarettes in the temple at this moment, his eyes turned red.
Master Xuan Dajie glanced at the hairpin in his hand, and immediately understood that his hands were folded together: "Amitabha, good, good, and Buddha said that everything is like a dream bubble, like dew, like electricity, and hope that Xiao Xiao will be sad." , Looked at a little monk behind him, and the little monk immediately took out a small plate, and walked over with his hands holding it.
Xiao Chen sucked his nose and put the hairpin gently on the plate. The little monk took it to the Great Hall of Heroes, and Master Xuan Great Master withdrew his gaze, and said to Xiao Chen, "Lord Xiao, you follow me."
In the next three days, there was a monk in the Daxiong Pavilion who overcame the smoke, and Xiao Chen listened to the Dharma in the Zen hall. The four monks worked together to resolve the magic consciousness that he had dyed on the burial dragon abyss that day. The monk had long missed the murder that Xiao Chen had committed in Tianyuan City, and he had not broken the tower that night and released many monsters.
Three days later, Xiao Chen ’s demon consciousness was exhausted, and footsteps sounded outside. Then I saw that the little monk who was holding the hairpin of the condensed smoke came back again. Xiao Chen picked up the hairpin from the plate, and his face was miserable. , But with a little bit of relief, from now on, Ning Yan will finally not be afraid anymore, but finally the distress of the world, go to life, go to reincarnation ...
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Chen took the hairpin into his arms, folded his hands together, and said to the four monks: "Younger Xiao Chen, thank you four masters here ..."
Before the words were finished, suddenly the whole Zen monastery shook, and a movement came from Houshan. The movement seemed to come from the town demon tower in Houshan.