Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

At the top of Guoyun Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, a dark green light suddenly flashed.

"Grandpa, why are you trying to steal the Ji family's spiritual consciousness condensation bodies for no reason?"

A little girl asked the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared.

"I want to know the contents of the Ji family's legacy from the Shadow Emperor's consciousness!"

The white-haired old man said with a smile.

"Haven't we seen it?"

The little girl had a puzzled look on her face.

"We copied it, and I think there's something wrong with it!"

The white-haired old man said as he looked at the golden ball of light in his hand.

"Hey, he doesn't look like the Shadow Emperor!"

Then he asked the light ball:

"Who are you in the Ji Family Ancestral Hall?"

A ray of divine consciousness floated over,

"I am Ji Xuanhong, the Shadow Emperor of the Ji Family Ancestral Hall!"

"You can't fool me. With Shadow Emperor's cultivation, the condensed body of spiritual consciousness can speak and perform exercises!"

The white-haired old man was still smiling.

"You went to Manghuang, weren't you going to the Shadow Emperor that was rumored to be there? Who could it be? The Void Emperor or the Illusion Emperor?"

The white-haired old man seems to know a lot about the Ji family and its people!

"Who are you? How do you know the true names of the Three Emperors? This is a top secret in the Ji family!"

This wisp of spiritual consciousness was both surprised and frightened!

"The Ji family is very interesting. Not only do I know the Three Emperors, I also know the one in the Ji family ancestral hall! I'm afraid you don't know!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, a dark green light flashed in his hand, and the golden condensed spiritual consciousness dissipated!

"Grandpa, what if we don't find out?"

The little girl seems to be more anxious than the white-haired old man!

The white-haired old man looked towards Zhongzhou and said:

"The Ji family is not what we recorded, nor what we imagined. It seems we have to send a message to Han Bo and have him infiltrate the Ji family!"

"Grandpa, didn't you say that we shouldn't intervene too early?"

"Ji family, there are things we don't know. We can choose not to intervene, but we can't be ignorant of them!"

"Grandpa, what about us? Going back?"

"No, keep on telling fortunes, telling stories, and looking for what we need!"

After saying that, the two of them disappeared on the top of Lonely Cloud Ridge.

These two people turned out to be the fortune-teller and the storyteller! Who are they? Why do they always appear and disappear mysteriously?

If there are two things in the world that can make a man sleep until noon and still be obsessed with it, one of them should be wine, which can make a man drunk and dream about nothing. The other is something that everyone can do without drinking, and that is the thing that their heart desires tirelessly!

While Shen Yichen was still mumbling to himself in his dream:

"Comfortable, really comfortable, really, really comfortable!"

The sun was already shining brightly in Lingxu Mountain, and the side room of Xiangyun Villa was directly penetrated by dazzling sunlight, disturbing Shen Yichen's sweet dream.

Shen Yichen blocked the sunlight with his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He used his other hand to search for his own warmth. After searching for a while, he found nothing. Shen Yichen sat up suddenly and looked around. There was no trace of Huang Xiyi!

Shen Yichen used his spiritual sense to search Xiangyun Villa, but still couldn't find it. The old man and the young man in the side room opposite had also left, but the round altar was still there!

Shen Yichen's heart at this moment was as empty as Xiangyun Villa. He didn't know what time he arrived at Xiangyun Villa last night, and Huang Xiyi's unusual initiative and craziness last night made Shen Yichen unable to stop. When the two of them finished, the sky seemed to have the dawn. Shen Yichen didn't care what time it was and fell asleep due to exhaustion.

"Is this her way of saying goodbye to me?"

Thinking of Huang Xiyi last night, there was no trace of the reservedness of a saint anymore. She was aloof and proud, and was nothing but coquettish and charming. Shen Yichen was still savoring that refreshing feeling. How could Shen Yichen know that Huang Xiyi wanted to completely eliminate the drug from her body. This drug was too evil, or it could be said that this drug was a poison!

When Huang Xiyi woke up, she felt sore and weak all over. She stood up and prepared to leave quietly. Looking at Shen Yichen with a smile on his face, Huang Xiyi regained her coolness. There was no change on her face, but she felt mixed emotions in her heart. Xuannv was ruthless but also affectionate. At this moment, she couldn't tell whether she was affectionate or ruthless. When she covered Shen Yichen with her waistcoat, her pretty face turned red and she left!

The departure was silent, without any nostalgia, no farewell, and no message, but the longing will linger in the days to come!

When Huang Xiyi went out, she happened to meet an old man and a young man from the side room opposite who were also walking out. Their eyes met, and Huang Xiyi felt that her face under the veil must have been red, because she felt hot. Thinking of her miserable voice and melodious singing last night, she quickly left Xiangyun Villa and headed towards Yingzhou!

"Qingwei Tongxuan Sword? Uncle Qin, she is from the Qingwei Xuannu Sect in Zhongzhou!"

After Huang Xiyi left, the young woman said to the old man beside her that the young woman did not recognize that it was the Qingwei Xuanyu Sword!

"It has nothing to do with us. It's probably not for us!"

Uncle Qin replied calmly, but he was puzzled in his heart:

"Aren't disciples of the Qingwei Xuannv Sect forbidden to show affection? But last night..."

After saying that, the two of them left Xiangyun Villa and headed south along the Yunu River.

Shen Yichen lay there for a while. His body was covered in dirt anyway. After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yichen felt very upset. He took off his waistcoat, put on his shorts, walked out of Xiangyun Villa, jumped into the Yunu River, and took a cold shower!

After washing, he leaned against the stone lion outside Xiangyun Villa, basking in the sun for a while, looking at his tattered clothes, and muttered to himself:

"My wife didn't even leave me any money, so I have nothing to eat and nothing to wear!"

Shen Yichen probably forgot that Huang Xiyi didn't have any money either! Last time Ke Laixiang ate, he didn't even pay.

"I'm leaving now. Senior, please don't do too many bad things. Be careful of getting robbed!"

Shen Yichen shouted towards Xiangyun Villa and headed north. Yes, he headed towards Beilingxu Mountain.

Shen Yichen thought as he walked:

"Senior, please stop doing bad things. I haven't done anything bad, but I still have bad luck all the time!"

Thinking about what happened during the time he was down the mountain, he shook his head and whispered:

"The feng shui of Guanxing Mountain is really bad. Master, don't you even ask someone to take a good look at it?"

How could Shen Yichen know that if his master's ability in Feng Shui was second to none, no one would dare to compete for first place! Oh, no, someone still dared to do it!

After Shen Yichen left, Xiangyun Villa completely returned to peace. Yuantan muttered to himself:

"If I hadn't been hurt, I would have settled the score with you long ago!"

Neither Shen Yichen nor Yuantan had expected that Shen Yichen's unintentional words would actually become reality!

Not long after, in the twilight, another person came to Xiangyun Villa—Yang Xiaoli, the master of the Lonely Demon Palace!

After Yang Xiaoli fled from Luoji Mountain to the north of Yingzhou, he, like the "Ji Xuanhong" he intercepted, hid from place to place, looking for places where there were few people. Finally, he came to Manghuang with serious injuries and ran into Xiangyun Villa.

That night, a scream and a loud laugh were heard from Xiangyun Villa:

"Haha, Murong family, Gongsun family, just wait, I, Yang Xiaoli, am back again!"

Soon, a dark shadow appeared at the gate of Xiangyun Villa, holding a round altar in his hand and heading south.

Why did Shen Yichen go to Lingxu Mountain again? Shen Yichen thought to himself, Yibanyi once said that the conflict between Fuchen Temple and the Tuoba Ancient Clan was because Fuchen Temple sealed something, but he did not notice the existence of the seal in Fuchen Temple of Lingxu Mountain! Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he thought, when it was late at night, he would sneak up to Fuchen Temple of Lingxu Mountain and investigate carefully again!

That night, Lingxu Mountain was particularly quiet after the rain. In the darkness, Shen Yichen quietly sneaked into the former site of Fuchen Temple on Lingxu Mountain. Shen Yichen used his spiritual sense to explore it twice, but there was no trace of any formation at all!

"Is it because my cultivation is not enough?"

Shen Yichen talked to himself as he walked.

Shen Yichen was unwilling to give up, so he walked around the five areas again. After he finished walking through all of them, he stood at the highest point and looked around. His spiritual sense still did not find anything special, but at this moment the Qiankun jade pendant on his chest moved. To be exact, the Moro Pearl flashed. Shen Yichen took off the Qiankun jade pendant, and it stopped flashing. Shen Yichen stood in the same place and turned in different directions. When he turned towards the mountain, the Moro Pearl flashed again.

"Hey, the mountain doesn't belong to Fuchen Temple!"

Shen Yichen walked up the mountain while talking to himself. The Moruo Pearl flashed faster and faster, and finally lit up. Shen Yichen stopped and saw a towering ancient tree in front of him. Shen Yichen exclaimed:

"Oh my god! How can there be such a thick tree? How many years must it have taken to grow?"

The tree was as thick as a small wall. Shen Yichen used his spiritual sense to detect and found that there was a bright light under the roots of the tree, which seemed to be a Moro Pearl. Shen Yichen used his palms to break the soil under the roots of the tree. There was a wooden box inside, which was full of vicissitudes and looked very old. After Shen Yichen took it out, he opened it without hesitation. Anyway, there was no one around and he found it himself!

There was indeed a bead in the wooden box. Its shape was the same as the Moro Bead, but its color was dark green. Shen Yichen didn't think much about it and put it into the storage bag. There was also a yellowed book in the wooden box with "Bodhicitta Sutra" written on it. Shen Yichen flipped through it casually and was ecstatic. He had always wanted to learn a righteous magic formula. This Buddhist magic formula must be righteous. Moreover, behind this Bodhicitta Sutra there are sword techniques, stick techniques, and boxing techniques based on the heart formula!

Shen Yichen bowed to the tree and said:

"Amitabha, I didn't steal it. It was the Māra Pearl that led me here, the most precious treasure of Buddhism!"

After saying that, he ran out of Lingxu Mountain without even looking back.

Finally, it was night again, and Shen Yichen returned to Xiangyun Villa in a strange way again!