Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

There is no sound of wind outside Fuchen Temple, and for whom does the lotus flower bloom?

Mingzhi monk returned to Fuchen Temple on Mount Qihui the next day.

The wind and rain in Lingxu Mountain yesterday were really strange. Monk Mingzhi flew north along the foot of Lingxu Mountain. The raging wind and heavy rain in the sky caused him to consume too much of his true energy. Monk Mingzhi had just recovered from a serious injury, so he had to go to Kelaixiang again. This time he did not go in, but hid from the wind and rain under the eaves outside the Kelaixiang Restaurant all night.

The next day, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, with light clouds and gentle breezes. If the water level of the Xuxue River had not risen sharply and broken branches had not been scattered on the ground beside the mountain road of Lingxu Mountain, no one would have believed that the wind and rain in Lingxu Mountain last night were like the howling of ghosts and wolves, like a world-destroying disaster.

Not far from Lingxu Mountain, there is a valley with gurgling water flowing into a deep pool in the shape of a half moon, called Eclipse Moon Lake. The water in the pool is icy cold all year round and no one has ever seen fish or other aquatic animals in the pool. As Eclipse Moon Lake is well-known far and wide, this valley was named Eclipse Moon Valley.

At this time, an old man with white hair and eyebrows fishing blocked Monk Mingzhi's way north.

Knowing that the monk was just passing through the valley, he was in a hurry. Although he was surprised to see someone fishing in the Eclipse Moon Lake, he ignored him and went straight north without stopping. But he heard the old man's voice behind him:

"The Buddha said that fate is indescribable. Fate should be left to nature. Since we have met, it is fate for us. Pretending not to see it goes against the Buddha's words!"

The monk Mingzhi, who was hurrying, was startled when he heard this, and turned back to the old man fishing, and said respectfully:

"Amitabha, I have something in mind, but I have no intention of forming a connection!"

"One thought brings about fate, and one thought brings about the end of fate. Master, whether a thought arises in your mind or disappears, it is actually fate too!"

The old man with white hair and white eyebrows whispered.

"Amitabha!"

Knowing that the monk didn't know what he meant, he recited a Buddhist phrase.

"Master, do you know about the storm at Lingxu Mountain yesterday?"

The old man with white hair and white eyebrows asked instead of explaining.

"Amitabha, I personally experienced the violent winds and heavy rains, and the howling of ghosts and wolves!"

"Master, do you know who caused the wind and rain? Who blocked the road for the wind and rain? Who is the sky crying for?"

Monk Mingzhi shook his head and said nothing, with a puzzled look on his face, and said to himself:

“Isn’t that a normal natural phenomenon?”

"Let's go, thoughts come and go, thoughts arise and die, thoughts fall and then they are born, thoughts gather and then they die!"

Mingzhi saw the monk walking towards Fuchen Temple with a dazed look on his face. Although he was confused, he didn't take it too seriously.

"One night of wind and rain brought us together. The survival of a thousand years of floating dust depends on your thought!"

After saying this, there was a flash of white light, and the old man disappeared!

If Huang Xiyi was there, she would definitely recognize the old man with white hair and white eyebrows. He was the chieftain of the Xue Yi tribe who saved her life on the top of Lingxu Mountain.

When Monk Mingzhi arrived at Fuchen Temple on Qihui Mountain, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing gently.

A delicate lotus flower, a pool of green lotus leaves, a weathered wooden pavilion, a thousand-year-old plaque of "Fuchen Temple", and a piece of black soil and yellow dust.

There are no more blue bricks and black tiles, no more green grass, no more distant Buddhist incense, no more morning bells in the ancient temples, no more kind-hearted Zen Master Wuwang, and no more earnest teachings and deep teacher-student love.

We know that monks have no sadness or joy, no emotions or desires!

A few days later, a grave appeared in front of the lotus pond. There was no spirit or tombstone. It was unknown for whom the monk Mingzhi built it. Was it for himself? For the Zen Master Wuwang? For the Fuchen Temple?

"Thousands of years of floating dust have bound me, one building, one sign, and one empty grave!"

The sound echoed over the Fuchen Temple for a long time!

Mingzhi monk left Manghuang and his whereabouts are unknown.

Besides, Ji Xuanhong, the guardian of the Ji family ancestral hall who calls himself the Shadow Emperor, escaped from Luoji Mountain and quickly crossed the Yuanheng Mountains and entered the territory of Youzhou. He did not dare to show his face or go to places where there were people. He chose places with poor mountains and bad waters and few people along the way and moved towards Zhongzhou.

Ji Xuanhong believed that even if the Murong family was not the mastermind behind the ambush at the Ghost Demon Palace, they must have been involved, so he was extremely careful in Youzhou.

But what puzzled him was that he had not encountered any interception while walking in Youzhou. Was he overthinking? Or did he happen to avoid the people of the Murong family along the route he chose? The journey was smooth and even his injuries had recovered by 70% or 80% as he moved forward. Looking at the Lonely Cloud Ridge in front of him, he said to himself:

"Could it be that the Murong family didn't know about this ambush? Who arranged it?"

Guoyun Ridge is the boundary between Zhongzhou and Youzhou. The area south of Guoyun Ridge is Zhongzhou and is under the jurisdiction of the Ji family. The area north of Guoyun Ridge is Youzhou and is under the jurisdiction of the Murong family. Guoyun Ridge does not belong to either family, and neither family is allowed to send people to garrison there.

There is a pavilion at the foot of Guoyunling Mountain. It is built with spruce trees unique to Guoyunling. The pavilion is made entirely of wood from top to bottom. No one knows who built it or when it was built. The pavilion is called Spruce Pavilion.

At this moment, there was a man sitting on a wooden bench at the round table in the pavilion. He was twisting a string of black beads in his left hand, with demonic energy rolling in the beads. In his right hand, he was holding a golden Buddha body. The Buddha was Maitreya Buddha, smiling. He was wearing a black collared robe with brocade patterns, and had sparse black, white and gray hair. His face was thin, dark and yellow, and full of wrinkles. He was looking straight ahead, looking at the man who was coming here. If you look closely, you will find that this man's eyes are gray!

Ji Xuanhong, who was walking ahead, also saw this person and sighed:

"What is coming will come!"

He stopped and looked at the person in the pavilion with an indifferent expression.

"Master Ji, I never thought that the great devil in the cultivation world would work for the Murong family!"

Ji Xuanhong spoke first.

"I am here only for a favor, not for the Murong family!"

The man in the pavilion answered with a cold and chilly voice!

"It's meaningless to say such things at this time. The Murong family dares to do things but not to take responsibility. This is not in line with the style of a great family!"

Ji Xuanhong's face was full of disbelief.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not, but it's up to me how to say it!"

As the man in the pavilion spoke, he flew to stand right in front of Ji Xuanhong.

"Why did you come?"

Ji Xuanhong knew that he came here to kill him, but he still asked a question!

"kill you!"

After the man in the pavilion finished speaking, the beads in his hand flew towards Ji Xuanhong. As they moved forward, they kept getting bigger and finally became a string about one meter in diameter. Countless magic lights flew out and hit Ji Xuanhong!

Ji Xuanhong was well prepared and he punched the evil light with his Holy Dragon Fist. There was an explosion and Ji Xuanhong retreated five steps, while the opponent did not move at all!

"As expected of a Taoist priest who specializes in killing Dao-seeking realm masters, but this is not good enough!"

After Ji Xuanhong finished speaking, a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, "Holy Dragon Sword Art: Phantom Sword!"

With a roar, countless swords condensed from true energy appeared around Ji Xuanhong and attacked the Taoist priest together.

"The Buddha's Laughing Golden Body!"

The Taoist priest shouted loudly, and countless golden bodies of Maitreya Buddha met the thousands of qi swords. The two golden lights kept colliding and suppressing each other. The power was constantly rising. In the end, the Buddha's light suppressed the sword light. The huge breath pressed towards Ji Xuanhong. Ji Xuanhong flew backwards and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

"You are from the Murong family. Although you use Buddhism, the aura around you has the shadow of the Murong family's Zixia Gong!"

Ji Xuanfeng covered his chest while speaking, and was horrified: "He was seriously injured after just two moves."

In fact, his injuries were mostly caused by existing injuries!

"Really? How come I didn't know that?"

The Taoist priest had an evil smile on his face.

"Buddha and Demon have no self and no form"

The Taoist priest roared, and he and the Buddha statue both entered the magic bead. Countless Buddha's and demonic auras intertwined together and hit Ji Xuanhong!

"I never thought that the notorious villain was actually from the Murong family. The Murong family is wronged for being righteous!"

Ji Xuanhong circulated his Qi throughout his body as he spoke.

"Saint Emperor Technique!"

A shocking breath hit the mixed breath, "boom" the two huge energies collided and exploded. The huge airflow caused the clouds on the top of the Guyun Ridge to dissipate. After calm was restored, only a trace of blood was seen at the corner of the Taoist's mouth, and Ji Xuanhong was a condensed body of spiritual consciousness.

Looking at the golden condensed body of spiritual consciousness in the air, the Taoist priest felt something was wrong. How could the "Shadow Emperor" be defeated so easily? He hadn't even used his Purple Cloud Skill yet, so he asked:

"You are not the Shadow Emperor Ji Xuanhong!"

A ray of divine consciousness floated over,

"It seems that the Ji family is not a pure land. The Murong family has arranged a lot of people, right?"

The priest asked angrily:

"Who are you, Shadow Emperor Princess Xuan Hong?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I really want to know who you are in the Murong family. What are you doing hiding in the Demonic Path?"

Another ray of questioning consciousness floated over.

"Your Ji family is also unexpected, prepare to die!"

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, a huge purple palm force hit the golden ball of light!

"Still denying that you are from the Murong family, this is Zixia Gong!"

"So what? Can you leave alive?"

The Taoist priest said this grimly.

Just as the purple palm force was about to hit the golden ball of light, a figure flashed by and the golden ball of light disappeared!

"who?"

The Taoist priest looked around and saw no one. He used his skills to investigate but still found no one. He was shocked. Who was this person who could save people under his hands without being noticed by him? He was a killer in the realm of peeping at the Tao. At this moment, the Taoist priest was notorious in the world of cultivation and was feared by everyone. He was afraid. With a flash of light, his figure disappeared in Guyun Ridge.

Scared away!