Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

The vast and empty temple, the lingering sound of ancient Buddha.

In the Yandang Mountains at the junction of Yingzhou and Yanquan, there is a forest full of green bamboos. In the green bamboo forest, there is a temple called Kongyin Temple. The bamboo paths in the temple are deep and the courtyard is full of moss. It can be said that:

The wind blows the bamboo leaves down, making a rustling sound;

The morning bells ring and the Buddhist music lingers.

Although Kongyin Temple is not a Buddhist holy place, it is very old. No one knows who built it, how many Buddhist disciples have come here, and how many eminent monks have left. This is because Kongyin Temple is a transient Buddhist temple, which means that there are no fixed monks or abbots. All Buddhist disciples in the world can come here without being forced or retained. Therefore, although the temple is located in the deep mountains, the sound of Buddhism has never stopped.

Today, outside the bamboo forest of Kongyin Temple, a handsome young monk in simple monk robes was walking slowly towards Kongyin Temple, smelling the lingering Buddhist incense, looking at the falling leaves, with a smile on his face.

When we arrived at the temple gate, it was wide open, and a pair of door couplets came into view, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left reads:

I have walked three thousand roads, and I came here to listen to the sound;

On the right:

All the affairs of the world end here.

The young monk was stunned. He had indeed heard the familiar sound of the Buddhist bell and came here in search of the sound. But was the unresolved and unfinished matter in his heart also going to end here?

"Amitabha, Fuchen Temple knows that if you pass by here, please ask me to stay here!"

It turned out that the young monk was the monk Mingzhi who had left Fuchen Temple. He walked out of Manghuang and headed south to this place. After entering the Yandang Mountains, the sound of Buddhist bells kept ringing in his mind. He didn't know why the sound came from or where it came from, and he walked all the way to Kongyin Temple unconsciously.

"Understand the affairs of the world, and know the source of good and evil! Come in, the child who was just learning to speak has the potential to become a master. It is worth it that I named you Mingzhi!"

Monk Mingzhi was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that his Buddhist name came from Kongyin Temple. Could this be the fate that Buddha talked about?

"Amitabha, I am deeply grateful!"

As Monk Mingzhi spoke, he bowed towards the empty mountain gate and slowly walked inside.

"Now that you have entered my Buddhist sect, you must cultivate your Buddhist mind and cultivate your true nature. You can leave after three years. From now on, you must no longer regard yourself as a frivolous person, but be empty and hidden and know clearly!"

Monk Mingzhi was very surprised. There was no one in the courtyard, but who was talking?

"Amitabha, I will teach you!"

Since then, a strange phenomenon has appeared in Kongyin Temple. Among the thousands of bamboo forest temples, there is only one monk!

The world-famous Passerby Buddhist Temple has not had a single visitor in three years, and of course no one has left, because there is only one person!

Murong Lunbo, the head of Youzhou Murong family, has been a little upset recently!

He had received news that the Shadow Emperor Ji Xuanhong, who had gone to Manghuang, had safely returned to the Ji Clan Ancestral Hall in Wolong Mountain! No one in the Murong family knew where the news came from, but Murong Yanbo was very sure.

Murong Yanbo had never thought that the core figure of the Demonic Shadow Guard and the Zen Master Wuwang could not seriously injure the Shadow Emperor! How could this be possible? Moreover, the news came that the fake Shadow Emperor of Guyunling was also missing. He was a little confused. With the same five hundred years of cultivation, the Ji family was able to escape unscathed, while the other two died and disappeared!

What was even more troubling to Murong Yanbo was that the news that his precious daughter had gone to Yingzhou alone was spread by someone with ulterior motives, and the person he sent to protect, Xue Ji, had not been contacted for a long time. He knew that this was not an isolated incident, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Moreover, he still didn't know who did it! He suspected that it was the Ji family, but how could the Ji family know about the person he sent to protect?

Murong Yanbo had a headache, looking at the empty courtyard, as if that arrogant and lovely girl was still there.

"Dad, do you think my dress is beautiful?"

"Dad, Mom scolded me again today, saying that I don't act like a grown-up girl!"

"Dad, I will definitely help you make the Murong family stronger in the future!"

……

"Master, do we need to send someone?"

The hunchbacked old man behind Murong Rongbo saw that he had been lost in thought for a long time, so he spoke up to remind him.

Murong Yanbo came back to his senses and said softly:

"Let me take care of this! Notify them and keep a close eye on the Ji family members on the border between Zhongzhou and Youzhou!"

"Yes!"

"Go down, I'll take a break!"

The hunchbacked old man left without saying a word.

Murong Yanbo turned around and looked at the hunchbacked old man's back, wondering what he was thinking.

The Murong family is not a monolithic group, especially since he has only one daughter. The elders and his brothers have long been ready to make a move. They have openly complained several times, saying that the Murong family has no successor and that they should make preparations early!

Murong Junbo ruled his family with iron and blood, and there had been no opposition for decades. But in recent years, he felt that there were undercurrents in Youzhou, and whether the people around him could still be trusted? Looking at the disappearing back, Murong Junbo seemed to be a little shaken!

After a long time, Murong Lunbo kept changing seals with his hands, gradually increasing his true energy. All the true energy gathered in a wooden box. He also whispered something, and after he finished speaking, he turned into a beam of light and stored it in the wooden box. After it was completed, he threw it into the void, and the wooden box disappeared in the air. When all this was done, Murong Lunbo's forehead was already covered with sweat!

In Yingchuan County, north of Youzhou, near the border of Yingzhou, at midnight, a spirit pigeon flew into a magnificent mansion. A man in a purple round-necked gown took the letter and opened it:

"Kill, no aid, no guard!"

Yuyang County, located in the southern part of Manghuang, close to Yingzhou, is the largest city in the western part of Manghuang. Except for several densely populated areas in the eastern part of Manghuang near Daihai, Yuyang County is also the most populous! About fifty miles south of Yuyang County is the Hanhai Desert area, which is also a famous uninhabited area! Less than a hundred miles to the north are the Manghuang Mountains, but the people of the ancient tribes of Manghuang rarely come here! They prefer to go to Tuoliang City, because the supplies in Tuoliang City are enough for the ancient tribes of Manghuang to live!

There are no larger sects near Yuyang County, but there are a few ancient sects with a small number of members. Most of them are not very famous, but some have a deep foundation.

Recently, there are many more cultivators in Yuyang County. Most of them come from the eastern and northern parts of Manghuang, and there are also some sect disciples from Yingzhou. They all come for the treasures in the vast desert.

These cultivators were waiting for news in Yuyang County so that they could enter the vast desert, because the desert had been closed for more than half a month. There were hurricanes everywhere, yellow sand filled the sky, lightning and thunder, and rain and hail from time to time. Although the locals were used to the changeable and unpredictable climate of the desert, it was too rare to have such extreme weather. Coupled with the continuous arrival of cultivators, the locals gradually believed that there was a treasure in the desert, and some people were eager to try! Therefore, the hidden sects near Yuyang County also sent disciples to Yuyang County. For a time, the cultivators were rampant in the city, which was very lively!

But recently, things are not peaceful outside Yuyang County. Many people have disappeared in many villages, and there are many bones in the mountains and forests. So many people are saying that evil cultivators have come to the outside of Yuyang County. Disciples from various sects have gone out of the city to kill the evil cultivators, but none of them have returned! Fortunately, the evil cultivators have not entered Yuyang County. They may be afraid of the many cultivators in Yuyang County and the masters! So now the situation is a bit strange. Yuyang County is peaceful and prosperous, and everything is the same as before, but outside the city, there is a panic and everything is like an enemy!

Two people did come from outside Yuyang County. One of them was dressed in black, with demonic light surrounding him and a round altar in his hand. He specialized in killing cultivators and turning them into blood, which was all sucked into the round altar. It was none other than Yang Xiaoli, the master of the Lonely Demon Palace who came out of Xiangyun Villa. He was now standing on the top of a small hill.

"When can you heal my wounds? I recover too slowly!"

Yang Xiaoli looked ahead and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, a voice came from the circular altar:

"You hurt me too badly last time, and these disciples' cultivation is not high, and I am still very weak!"

Yang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at Yuantan, saying:

"You'd better not play any tricks, or I'll destroy the last of your spiritual consciousness!"

Another voice came from the altar:

"Don't worry, since we have chosen to cooperate, I will not only make you healed, but also greatly increase your power. But don't forget to help me get revenge!"

"Don't worry, as long as my injury heals, you and I will join forces to avenge our blood feud!"

Yang Xiaoli's face was full of anger at this moment!

"Why don't you feel comfortable with him? Maybe he can be a good helper! Or I can just absorb him!"

The round altar seems to have a hidden meaning!

Yang Xiaoyu looked up at the figure on the distant mountain and said softly:

"No, his condition is a bit strange. He should be controlled by drugs, but the drugs seem to be insufficient. He should be in a state of chaos now! If we are not careful, we may become cannon fodder. If we want to cooperate, it is best to wait until he wakes up!"

"He will be destroyed sooner or later. As a cultivator, he cultivates with the blood of ordinary people. This is a taboo for all cultivators and is not tolerated by both good and evil!"

The voice inside the round altar seemed a bit regretful!

"It's not that good and evil cannot tolerate each other, it's that the way of heaven cannot tolerate it. Since ancient times, there has been no exception! And how could this evil technique appear in the world?"

Yang Xiaoli was very confused!

Because it is said that after the war between good and evil, all the techniques that used ordinary people as the medium or foundation were destroyed by the righteous and evil ways. Both the righteous and evil ways believed that the path of cultivation was to fight against heaven, not to fight against the people! Therefore, all the cultivation methods that cost the lives of ordinary people were destroyed.

Although cultivators have the ability to harm ordinary people at will, few people would do it. It is unacceptable to both good and evil, and it goes against the will of heaven!

However, the blood-stained man outside Yuyang County used the blood of nearby people as a medium for cultivation, which shocked Yang Xiaoli, a demon. This kind of rule-breaking behavior would not have a good end, so he just watched, not wanting to make friends with him, not wanting to get close to him, and even less wanting to form an alliance with him!

The bloody man also looked at Yang Xiaoyu, his eyes expressionless, as if he had no thoughts or soul. Not long after, he whispered:

"Who am I? Who am I?"