Li Zhixia, Mu Yao, Shu Guan, and Han Biao finally walked out of the cave and walked to the Taoist temple.
Li Zhixia looked up at the plaque above the Taoist temple gate with complicated eyes.
"Qixia..."
He whispered the two words on the door.
Shu Guan, who was behind him, suddenly felt something in his heart. Li Zhixia's name had the character "xia" in it, and Qixia also had the character "xia" in it... Of course, this might just be a coincidence.
But Shu Guan remembered another thing. When Li Zhixia promised Han Biao to come here, she only asked two questions.
One question is where.
Another issue is the name of the Taoist temple.
After Shu Guan said the name of Qixia Temple, Li Zhixia looked a little strange, and then she agreed to come with them almost without thinking.
Mu Yao, who was next to him, seemed to have the same doubts as Shu Guan, because he knew Li Zhixia better than Shu Guan. Just from Li Zhixia's expression at this time, he could tell that the master seemed to be emotionally disturbed.
"Master, have you heard of this Taoist temple before?"
The round-faced young Taoist priest asked in a low voice.
"No, this is the first time I know about this Taoist temple."
Li Zhixia shook her head, then suddenly sighed and said:
"Forget it, I will tell you later. What makes my teacher uneasy is the word Qixia."
Mu Yao suddenly lowered his head, looked at his toes, and seemed a little afraid to speak.
Of course, it was very difficult for Mu Yao to remain silent. After hesitating for a moment, Mu Yao whispered again:
"Every one of our temple masters at Shanji Temple has the name Xia, but it seems that none of them has the name Qixia..."
"No, there is, it's just that you don't know."
Li Zhixia's words made Mu Yao suddenly raise his head.
Li Zhixia continued:
"If the person who built this Taoist temple is really the same as the one I guessed, then the Taoist name of the master here should be Qixia Zhenren. As for his identity, he is your great-granduncle and the tenth member of our Shanxi Temple. Eight Temple Masters.”
"What?"
Mu Yao's body shook slightly and he exclaimed:
"Isn't the eighteenth master of our Good Self-Contemporary Temple Zeng Master Liuxia Zhenren?"
"No, Master, he should actually be the 19th Temple Master. As for the name of the real 18th Temple Master, it has been permanently crossed out from the Temple Spectrum."
"Why? What happened to that great uncle of Master Qixia?"
"Because he went crazy."
Li Zhixia smiled sadly.
Mu Yao's face slowly showed a sad look, as if Li Zhixia's words made him understand what happened.
"What did great-uncle Zeng do after he became a demon?"
"Refining human souls! So when I saw the Five Evil Soul Array just now, I was already roughly certain that the so-called Qixia Temple was the hiding place of Qixia Master's uncle back then. Moreover, when Qixia Master's uncle was young, he once lived in Nan I have traveled in Xinjiang for several years and I know a lot of the Taoism of those sects in southern Xinjiang."
"Hiding place? Why is he hiding here?"
"Because all the temples, temples and academies in Jingcheng were chasing him back then! Master Qixia's uncle's obsession back then was a little different from the obsessions of ordinary practitioners. Generally, when we practitioners become obsessed, it does not mean that the body dies or the Tao disappears. He became a complete madman, but Qixia Master's uncle didn't know how he did it. He was obviously possessed by the devil and secretly did many cruel things that only evil spirits would do. People discovered his abnormality, and until he was later exposed, he was the eighteenth master of our Shan Si Guan."
"Then how was he exposed later?"
"Because of a painter named Shi Zibin."
"A painter?"
"Yes, that was more than five hundred years ago. At that time, the Great China Dynasty was already in chaos. Rebellions continued in various places. Countless people were displaced and became homeless. Jingcheng, as an important town in the Central Plains, Naturally, there are also many refugees from all over the place.”
"A strange case happened at that time, that is, refugees outside the city often disappeared for no reason. If only one, two or dozens of refugees disappeared, of course no one would pay attention to this kind of thing, but if hundreds or thousands The refugees have disappeared, so the government cannot ignore them."
"It was only after some investigation by the government that they had no clue. The then King of Chuzhou had to seek help from our concept of benevolence to others. You know the responsibility of our concept of benevolence to others, and so many refugees disappeared for no reason. As a mortal can do, so the master of the temple, Master Qixia’s uncle, took over the matter, but unfortunately we still can’t find out who did it.”
"Until one day, a monk from Guiyuan Temple went to participate in a spiritual ceremony. The monk was naturally a monk from the back temple of Guiyuan Temple. However, he had just entered the back temple not long ago and his cultivation was shallow, so he was still occasionally invited to go. Preside over some rituals and build up your mind power."
"The person who invited him was the family of the painter named Shi Zibin I just mentioned. Shi Zibin was a well-known painter in Jingcheng at that time, and was also a painter dedicated to the Prince of Chuzhou County. Unfortunately, he suffered from hysteria in his later years and finally went crazy and died. In order to let his soul rest in peace after his death, his family spent a lot of money to go to Guiyuan Temple to ask eminent monks to pray for him."
"And the monk from Guiyuanhou Temple, when he was praying for Shi Zibin's soul, found that Shi Zibin's body had traces of a curse placed by a practitioner. Shi Zibin was cursed to death."
"So the monk used the soul-summoning technique of Guiyuan Temple to check the memories in Shi Zibin's soul, and finally solved the mystery of the disappearance of the refugees outside the city."
"He saw a person in Shi Zibin's memory, a practitioner. It was that person who asked Shi Zibin to secretly recruit refugees and send them to a certain place."
"Unfortunately, the monk's cultivation level at that time was still too low, and because Shi Zibin was cursed to death, his soul was already in pieces, so the monk only saw one scene in the end."
"However, that one scene was enough, because he could clearly see the face of the practitioner and the unicorn dragon that the practitioner was riding on."
"The one who owned a unicorn dragon as a mount was the only one in the immortal world at that time who was our great uncle Qixia, the master of the Good Self-Contemporary Temple."
"The monk reported this matter to the abbot of Guiyuan Temple, and then the abbots of the temples and courtyards came to our Shanji Temple to question Uncle Qixia. Uncle Qixia did not deny it, and even claimed that the missing refugees had already disappeared. He extracted the living soul to refine the magic weapon."
"So a big war broke out. Because Qixia Master's uncle admitted what he had done, no one in the temple helped him anymore. Qixia Master's uncle faced the siege of dozens of strong men from one temple and one courtyard. However, Qixia Master's uncle was the Chu king at that time. As the only Yuanying realm practitioner in the continent's cultivation world, and with the help of the unicorn dragon, Qixia Master's uncle finally escaped from the siege of dozens of powerful men and left calmly without knowing where he was. trace."
"Five hundred years ago, almost no one in the world of cultivation could fly anymore. Master Qixia's great-uncle had a unicorn dragon, so naturally no one could catch up with him."
"Since then, no one has seen Master Qixia's uncle. In the next three hundred years, a large number of mortals in a certain place occasionally had their souls extracted and died. It vaguely seemed to be the work of Master Qixia's uncle, but no one knew Where is he hiding?"
"In the past two hundred years, there has been no news about Qixia Master's uncle. Until yesterday, I heard about Qixia Temple, and at that time I felt that it might have something to do with Qixia Master's uncle."
On the cliff, between the white clouds, in front of an ancient Taoist temple, a story about the past five hundred years ago was spoken by Li Zhixia. Mu Yao, Shu Guan, and even Han Biao listened extremely seriously.
Mu Yao's expression changed several times after hearing this.
However, Shu Guan felt that a mysterious world that he had never imagined or been exposed to before was slowly unfolding before his eyes.
It has been eighteen years since I traveled to this world. Perhaps from now on, I will begin to truly understand this world.
"Master, do you think Qixia's great-uncle is still in this Taoist temple today?"
After a long time, Mu Yao, who had been distracted for a long time because he had just heard a huge secret in the door, asked again.
"He's probably gone. If he's still here, how could all the villagers in the village down the mountain be still alive?"
"Furthermore, Master Qixia's uncle was already over 150 years old when he rebelled. Now five hundred years have passed. Unless a true land god, no one can live for such a long time."
"What's strange to me now is that although Master Qixia's uncle may be dead, the Five Evil Spirit Soul Formation is still there, so why are the creatures in this valley completely unaffected."
"Also, what about the dragon that belonged to Master Qixia's uncle? The lifespan of a dragon is much longer than that of our human race. Even if Master Qixia's uncle dies, where will the one-horned dragon go?"
"Okay, let's get ready to go in and take a look. But before we go in, you need to use a blinding technique to take a look. I'm a teacher who can't compare to you in the technique of looking at the qi."
After hearing this, Mu Yao immediately walked to the edge of the cliff and picked a vine leaf from a vine.
Then he covered his left eye with the vine leaf, but closed his right eye.
Shu Guan seemed to see an eye suddenly appearing on the vine leaf.
Of course, he didn't know if he was actually dazzled, because his eyes flickered on the vine leaves.
Then Mu Yao put down the vine leaves, opened his eyes, and said to Li Zhixia with a serious expression:
"Master, there is indeed an evil spirit, but it is very light, and it seems to be restrained by something, making it difficult for it to escape from this Taoist temple."
Li Zhixia nodded, then took a step forward, pushed open the door of the Taoist temple, and stepped in.
After entering the door, Li Zhixia saw the main hall opposite the courtyard and the statue of the black-robed Taoist standing in the center of the main hall.
Li Zhixia's eyes narrowed slightly, then she quickly walked into the hall, walked to the statue, and looked up at the face of the black-robed Taoist.
"Master, is this what Master Qixia's uncle looked like back then?"
Mu Yao came behind him and also looked up at the black-robed Taoist.
"My teacher doesn't know that after my great-uncle Qixia rebelled against the Buddhist temple five hundred years ago, everything about him in the temple has been erased. His name is not on the Taoist genealogy, and there is no portrait of him in the temple. This is The secret will only be dictated by the previous temple leader to the next temple leader."
While speaking, Li Zhixia gave Mu Yao a meaningful look.
Mu Yao didn't seem to understand the deep meaning behind Li Zhixia's words.
Because at this time, he was staring blankly at the statue of the black-robed Taoist. As if he remembered something, his face suddenly changed and he said in a trembling voice:
"Great uncle of Qixia, he is wearing a black robe!"
And Mu Yao himself was also wearing a black robe!
The Taoist sect's twelve-color Taoist robes are not something you can wear casually!
