Li Zhixia slowly entered the stone chamber behind the door, Mu Yao followed him, and then Shu Guan, who ran from the other side of the square, also entered the stone chamber.
When Shu Guan ran over, his steps were a little eager.
This urgency comes from some inexplicable random thoughts deep in my heart during this period.
On the twenty-sixth day after the old cripple's death, Shu Guan increasingly felt that the old cripple he had lived with for eighteen years might not be an ordinary person.
He didn't notice it when the old cripple was alive, but his feeling became stronger and stronger after the old cripple died.
Then he listened to everything he had experienced in the past few days, especially after meeting people like Li Zhixia and the conversations between Li Zhixia and Mu Yao, such as the story about the immortal named Qixia Zhenren.
At a certain moment, Shu Guan had an uncontrollable guess in his mind.
That is whether the old lame man is Qixia Zhenren.
Because if you think about it carefully, the possibility seems quite high. He can always learn anything he wants to learn for no reason. This is really unlike what an ordinary old man from a mountain village can do.
And only he could see the colorful grass before.
Listening to the conversation between Li Zhixia and Mu Yao, it seems that only their practitioners can see this kind of colorful grass.
And that prayer for rain a few years ago.
At that time, Shu Guan thought it was just a coincidence, because with his knowledge at the time, he could only make such a judgment.
But after knowing the existence of Qixia Zhenren, this matter has another possibility.
If the old lame man is Qixia Zhenren, then what if he was just asking for rain?
The most important thing was the strange dream that Shu Guan had, the dragon that the old lame man summoned by raising his hand, and the cold and condescending look in his eyes when he looked at him.
If the old lame man is actually Qixia, then all this will be explained.
For example, why is this valley what Li Zhixia calls the Five Evils Absolute Yin Formation, but the villagers in the valley are still living well.
Because the old cripple, or the real Qixia himself, lives in Taoyuan Village!
So at this moment Shu Guan rushed into the stone chamber with some urgency.
Then he saw the black-robed Taoist sitting on the stone chair. His appearance was similar to the statue in the hall above, but he had no resemblance to the old cripple.
Of course, this doesn't mean anything. For an immortal, it should be very easy to change your appearance!
But the black-robed Taoist sitting on the stone chair looked dead.
And why is there such a strange look on his face?
At this moment, Li Zhixia and Mu Yao were also standing in front of the black-robed Taoist.
"Is this the great-uncle of Master Qixia?"
"That should be it."
"Is the great uncle of Qixia's great master now sitting down?"
"My teacher doesn't know that. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a cultivator who is obsessed with madness to sit down and die. Even if he does not die suddenly on the spot, he will only be trapped in madness in the years to come, and eventually become a human being." A monster that is neither human nor ghost.”
"But Master Qixia's uncle can't feel any breath on his body. He must be really dead."
"Why does Master Zeng Qixia have such a strange expression on his face, as if... he was scared to death."
Finally, Mu Yao murmured in confusion.
But Li Zhixia didn't. Her thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her expression was also extremely confused.
Yes, the black-robed Taoist sitting on the stone chair had a lifelike face, but his whole body was cold and lifeless, and his life had long since left him.
Master Qixia was already a great practitioner in the Yuanying realm before he left Shanji Observation. Even five hundred years ago, he was a figure who was about to reach the pinnacle of the cultivation world in Dahua. After the death of a practitioner in the Yuanying realm, It is normal for a body not to decay for hundreds of years.
Li Zhixia naturally wouldn't be surprised by this.
What puzzled him was the expression on Qixia's face.
It was an expression of horror, as if he had seen something extremely incredible and terrifying.
This was the expression left on Qixia's face before she died.
Apart from this, there were no traces of fighting or any wounds on the body of Master Qixia.
Li Zhixia frowned for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward and placed her palm on the head of Qixia's body. Purple lightning flashed in her eyes.
About ten minutes later, Li Zhixia withdrew her palm, but the expression on his face did not change much. Instead, he seemed more confused.
"Master, how's it going?"
Mu Yao asked quickly.
He knew that the master had just used his own spiritual energy to detect the situation in Qixia's body, and if this method was used, nothing should be hidden from Li Zhixia's detection.
"Master Qixia's uncle should have died nearly three hundred years ago."
Li Zhixia said this first.
"Died nearly three hundred years ago? In that case, it should be that Master Qixia's uncle died not long after the first villagers in the valley below were brought in."
Mu Yao exclaimed.
"Yes, this may be one of the reasons why the souls of the villagers in the valley were not extracted."
"Then Master, have you found out how Qixia's great-uncle died?"
"Uncle Qixia Master's body also has no hidden injuries, and the meridians in his body are quite relaxed. In other words, before Master Qixia's uncle died, he did not use his spiritual power, and it was not like he wanted to fight with others."
"The only thing that's wrong is that his Zifu has been shattered."
"The Zifu is broken? What does this mean?"
"It means that Master Qixia's uncle died in a state of disorientation."
Li Zhixia looked at the frightened face of the black-robed Taoist on the stone chair and said in a deep voice:
"I don't know the reason why Master Qixia's uncle suddenly lost his mind, but it's not impossible to say that he was frightened to death."
Mu Yao couldn't help but be stunned.
Just now, he said that Qixia Master was scared to death. He just said it casually, but he did not expect that this could really be the case.
Just to scare a great practitioner of the Nascent Soul Realm, and a great practitioner who was extremely crazy inside, to death, what terrible thing did Master Qixia see before he died?
At this moment, Mu Yao felt a slight chill all over his body.
He looked around and saw that there was nothing in the stone room except a stone chair and the dead Yuanying realm monk on the stone chair.
Li Zhixia had already turned around, facing the pock-marked young man behind her, and made a grand salute in a meticulous manner.
"Li Zhixia is very grateful to this little layman. If it hadn't been for the little layman's arrow just now, Li Zhixia would have been in a place of eternal disaster."
Li Zhixia said very seriously and sincerely.
For a cultivator, the most fearful thing is to go crazy, so Li Zhixia didn't think that it would be too grand to salute a young man in a mountain village like this.
However, Shu Guan turned sideways to let go of the purple-robed Taoist priest's gift, and just smiled at Li Zhixia.
At this time, be humble.
He thought so.
After Li Zhixia straightened up, she seemed to think for two or three seconds, and then asked Shuguan a question.
"Little layman, I have never asked for his name. I wonder if I can see him."
This is actually a very common problem.
But it was this question that made Shu Guan suddenly feel filled with emotion at this moment, and he felt as if he was in another world.
But it is indeed a world away.
For eighteen years, he has been called Mazi. Because he was called Little Mazi by the old cripple since he was a child, he was called Mazi when he grew up.
In this world, he has no name.
And today, someone finally asked him seriously, what is your name.
Yes, I actually have a name, and I don’t want to be called Mazi all my life.
Shu Guan looked down at his toes with mixed emotions for seven or eight seconds, then raised his head and smiled slightly at the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him who was still looking at him seriously and solemnly.
"My name is Shuguan."
