Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Lingxu Mountain and the Soul-Devouring Cave are still desolate and silent.

At this moment, Shen Yichen seemed to have forgotten the danger in front of him, the weirdness brought by the non-human and non-ghost, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was trapped in the Soul Devouring Cave, because he was holding Huang Xiyi's slender jade hand, so silky and tender! In the darkness, his expression was clearly a kind of enjoyment and satisfaction!

Perhaps at this moment, he finally understood the meaning of "To die under the peony flowers, to be a romantic ghost is also a romantic thing."

"Amitabha, Master Xuanku, what exactly happened in the Soul Devouring Cave back then?"

Mingzhi monk regained his composure after seeing the neither-human nor-ghost, and started to talk about the old things again. In his heart, he still wanted to understand everything about the past for his master, Zen Master Wuwang. His master had been detached from the world for a hundred years, but he still could not forget the past events of the Five Buddhas Fuchen Temple on Lingxu Mountain. Perhaps this was the last shackle in his heart!

The monk's words interrupted Shen Yichen who was intoxicated.

"Oh my god! It's worse than drinking!"

Although he complained in his heart, he was reluctant to let go, secretly observing the changes of the non-human, non-ghost. After such a long time of contact, he also understood a little. According to the non-human, non-ghost, he should have never left since entering the cave five hundred years ago. Is he unable to leave? Or does he not want to leave? There are two voices in his body that are always in opposition. Is it that the white-robed monk is afraid that the other half of the black-robed evil man will go out of the cave and cause trouble to the world and resist leaving! Or are the two of them simply inseparable?

"If even he can't leave the Soul Devouring Cave, then won't we be trapped here forever?"

Shen Yichen thought to himself and decided to ask!

"Senior, your cultivation is unprecedented in history. Why haven't you left this place for five hundred years? Are you tired of the fighting and killing in the mortal world? Or do you not like the prosperity of the world?"

Shen Yichen asked cautiously, flatter him first!

Mingzhi Monk glanced at Shen Yichen, which was rare, with a look of anger and surprise, and the meaning of his eyes was clearly:

"Can't you ask later?"

"Hehe, interesting. How do you, a little brat in Huaixu Realm, know how powerful I am? And you still want to leave! What a pity. Let me tell you, forget it. Be good and let us see if you can turn into another one of us, or we will eat you! Tsk tsk, are you curious about the Tuoba ancient tribe criminals here? You have been around this cave, but you didn't find anything? It must be very strange, right?"

Half of the evil men in black were silent for a long time, and suddenly they started talking a lot.

"Amitabha, this is my fault!"

Half of the monks in white robes had a look of guilt and self-blame on their faces.

"Should we satisfy their curiosity? There's too much time left and it's boring. It's been five hundred years, and it's rare for a few living things to come in. Chatting with them can help relieve the boredom!"

"Amitabha, fellow donors, if you have any questions, I can help you solve them!"

Huang Xiyi saw that the neither-human nor-ghost person would not play tricks on her again, so she wanted to pull her hand back. However, when she loosened her grip and tried to pull her hand back, Shen Yichen did not loosen his grip. She tried again, but still could not pull it back. She tilted her head slightly to glance at Shen Yichen.

Shen Yichen looked like he didn't know, but he was thinking:

"We're all going to die anyway, so I won't let go. What can you do? It's strange, why do I not want to let go of her hand when I hold it? I didn't have this feeling when I held Xiao Ling'er's hand on the Guanxing Mountain. Is it because she has no hair on her hands?"

Huang Xiyi gave up and gently placed her loosened hand on Shen Yichen's hand. Thinking that she had taken the initiative to hold the hand, she felt a little shy and her face was hot!

How could these little actions of theirs escape the eyes of those neither human nor ghost?

"Tsk tsk, the man seems to have feelings for her, but I have mixed feelings. Interesting, boy, the rules of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect should not have changed in the past five hundred years, right? This woman's cultivation and beauty should make her a saint, right? If a saint falls in love, it will not be a good thing for you! Just like us back then, and Xuanyuan Hongming back then, which one of us had a good ending?"

"Amitabha, the saint's affection is a disaster, not a blessing!"

It is rare that half of the monks in white agree with half of the evil men in black.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yichen and Huang Xiyi quickly let go of their hands. Shen Yichen cursed in his heart:

"What does this have to do with you, old man? You're so bored. I asked you two questions, but you didn't even answer them!"

Huang Xiyi was so ashamed that she felt embarrassed and thought:

"What's wrong with me?"

He silently practiced his skills, and after a flash of dark green light, he returned to his cold and aloof appearance.

"senior"

"senior"

"Ancestor"

Shen Yichen, Huang Xiyi, and Monk Mingzhi spoke at the same time.

"Why are you in such a hurry? What we have the most is time. We can't get out anyway, and sooner or later it will be in my stomach."

"Amitabha, the three donors must have many doubts in their hearts. I will slowly explain them to you."

One body with two voices, neither halves has too many emotional fluctuations.

"You three can each take turns answering a question. Two of us can volunteer to answer. Of course, you can also rush to answer. I can also decide who gets to answer!"

"Amitabha, I know everything!"

Shen Yichen and Mingzhi looked at each other, then looked at Huang Xiyi. Huang Xiyi looked cold and frosty, and did not respond to them. She said:

"Senior, where is the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword I taught you?"

Hearing this, Shen Yichen said in his heart:

"Why are you pretending? It was you who took the initiative to pull my hand just now!"

"Didn't I tell you? The sword is in the disc behind you. As for what's inside the disc, I don't know either, and of course he doesn't know either."

"Amitabha, the saint Shen Chuyi died in the cave, and the Qingwei Xuanyu sword remained in the cave. We tried to chop the walls around with swords, but to no avail; we looked for countless ways to leave here, but we couldn't break the flowing substance on the walls. Finally, we placed our hopes of leaving on the two discs behind you. He wanted to enter the convex disc, but I resisted because I found something very evil there; I wanted to enter the concave disc so that I could die and destroy this evil body, but he didn't enter. The two of us have been deadlocked in front of these discs of life and death, and we didn't expect that five hundred years would pass in a flash"!

"Can you speak and get to the point? Didn't you hear what she asked? You keep talking so much. You still can't forget the Buddhist scriptures that are hundreds of years old, right?"

Half of the villains in black are getting impatient!

"Amitabha, because we were blocking each other, neither of us could get in, so we thought of using something to test it, but it was useless. The Qingwei Xuanyu Sword was an object he used to test the concave disk."

Half of the white-robed monks finally explained the whole story of the disappearance of the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword.

After hearing this, Shen Yichen quickly pushed Huang Xiyi two steps forward, some distance away from the concave-convex disk. If they accidentally went in, they would be in danger of life or death. Shen Yichen seemed to have forgotten that his life and death were also unknown in the Soul-Devouring Cave.

Although Huang Xiyi was pushed, she didn't react at all, knowing that the monk followed her.

"Tsk tsk, boy, you're so afraid of death and yet you still come to the Soul Devouring Cave?"

"Amitabha, the concave and convex disc will not actively suck in objects."

Shen Yichen was a little embarrassed and thought:

"I don't want to come. Only a fool would come here on his own initiative! If it weren't for her..."

When I think of this girl Huang Xiyi, why did she suddenly become so cold? Is this what the Qingwei Xuannv sect calls forgetting love?

Shen Yichen temporarily put aside these distracting thoughts and asked:

"Senior, is this state caused by your practice? Are you alone or with someone else now?"

Shen Yichen decided to ask about this state of being neither human nor ghost first. After listening to half of what the evil man in black said, he might also become this state. After all, he did practice three different types of skills at the same time, and he didn't want to become this state of being neither human nor ghost.

"Are you scared silly, or are you blind? We are alone, can't you see? Do you want to get closer and take a look?"

"Amitabha, my situation can be said to be caused by my practice, or it can be said not to be caused by my practice."

One sentence per person, never changed.

Shen Yichen thought:

"Which normal person would be like you? If you tell others about this, who would believe that you are a human being?"

Of course he didn't dare say this!

"The two of us are in a state of balance now. I represent the innate power in my body, and he represents the acquired power from his practice of Fuchen Temple's Buddhist teachings. Because of coincidence and his inner persistence, the two of us have become what we are now. With half each, neither of us can destroy the other!"

"Amitabha, I was originally a monk at the Fuchen Temple on Lingxu Mountain. When I was young, I traveled around the world with my Buddhist teachings and was very famous. I knew from a young age that there was an evil power in my body. As I grew up with my cultivation and age, I practiced Buddhism and suppressed this innate power steadily. I became the world-famous Master Xuanku. However, because of love, identity, and those illusory hatreds, I became obsessed and let the power that had been suppressed for a long time erupt. When I woke up, it was too late. I could only stabilize half of my body and half of my Buddha heart. Now I think it's because I haven't practiced Buddhism deeply enough. I only pay attention to its external magic power but not to the Buddha heart."

"Boy, do you understand? To put it simply, it is the result of the competition between the different attribute powers in the body. There are some things that you have not yet touched in the Huaixu realm. We are now two condensed bodies of spiritual consciousness, each occupying half of the body. Although it is one person, there are two different condensed bodies of spiritual consciousness. Let's talk about it after you cultivate spiritual consciousness!"

"Amitabha, I am me, and I am not me!"

Shen Yichen heard this and said to himself in surprise:

"I already have spiritual consciousness! Spiritual consciousness takes shape? I don't have a different spiritual consciousness now! Am I still me? There is no other me!"

Shen Yichen didn't know that this was the beauty of his practice of Xuanxu Chenxiao Jue! Because normal practitioners only have spiritual consciousness after reaching the realm of peeping at the Tao, and whether the spiritual consciousness can be formed depends on opportunity and cultivation!