Although he didn't know how this old monk from Yinxi Temple appeared, Jiang Yu still invited him into the ruined temple.
Although the damaged doors and windows cannot shield everyone, and the cracks in the broken green tiles are still breathing wind, and they may be discovered by the group of vicious villagers at any time, but it is better than the wind and snow hunting outside.
Jiang Yu originally wanted to set up a barrier to protect against the wind and snow, but Shen Zhaixing was one step ahead of her. Taking a bunch of debris he found out from nowhere, he quickly created an unbreakable barrier.
She glanced at it in surprise, feeling a little suspicious.
In the past at Xianyun Mountain, when Shen Zhaixing was still a wind-spawned beast, he never showed any means of forming an array.
Who was he before 'Sheng Po'?
The time and space here are weird. People who have just passed away have disappeared from their graves in the blink of an eye. It is inevitable that everyone feels depressed.
Fortunately, there was still a heartless guy like Xiang Yang here. Before Jiang Yu could continue his random thoughts, he invited a few people to come and warm themselves by the fire. He let Shen Zhaixing sit on the left side of his arms, and he sat cross-legged by the fire. Sat down.
He didn't know where he took out the pointed file. After warming his hands by the fire, he was able to make two rough dolls in a short time using the limited wood in the ruined temple.
Shen Zhaixing looked at it strangely and was diverted by Xiangyang. Jiang Yu sighed and invited the old monk who was standing aside to watch them with a smile to sit down by the fire. Yin Baner looked at the old monk warily. , closed his mouth and stood behind Jiang Yu.
Of the two little dolls, one was holding a small wooden hammer and working hard to repair the broken window that was leaking, making a clanging sound; the other was running around holding dry wood to add firewood to them.
The old monk from Yinxi Temple took off his curtain hat, shook off the ice and snow, and revealed his face.
Although he is old, the old monk's eyes are still clear and pure. His two long snow-white eyebrows and beard hang down to his shoulders. He looks very kind.
The old monk sat down next to Xiang Yang and asked curiously: "Little brother, this is the mechanism technique of Wanxiang Valley, right? You are Yanshi, right?"
"Master is quite knowledgeable." Xiangyang rubbed his nose awkwardly, and his tense face showed a little relief. He put down the file and clasped his fists at the old monk, "I am Xiangyang, who is a Yanshi."
"Amitabha."
The old monk put his hands together and returned the salute, and looked at Jiang Yu and Shen Zhaixing: "The poor monk Dongling comes from Yinxi Temple. I don't know what to call these two young heroes."
Jiang Yu's eyes flickered for a moment, and he bowed his hands to the old monk Dongling.
"I have heard the name of Master Dongling for a long time. I am named Jiang Yu of Yunshan Climbing Immortal Pavilion. He is my senior brother Shen Zhaixing. I wonder why Master Dongling is here?"
Monk Dongling became a monk in the early years. Because of his high talent and good divination skills, he had a large number of followers among the people. He was called the Four Arhats of Yinxi Temple together with the three masters of Yinxi Temple.
The master once talked to her about various sects in the world. When talking about this person, he was silent for a long time and only said that he was a poor person.
Jiang Yu looked at the old monk's tall figure and honest appearance with a charming smile, and felt a little confused.
How can he be such a pitiful person if he is so optimistic and open-minded?
Master Dongling put down his Zen staff. Hearing Jiang Yu's self-destruction, he became a little interested. His eyes wandered on Shen and Jiang: "Oh, are you going to ascend the Immortal Pavilion from Mount Yunshan? Could it be that the two young benefactors are Yinque's disciples?" ?”
Jiang Yu was a little surprised: "Master, do you recognize our master? But I have never seen you."
Monk Dongling laughed, his rich laughter making the air tremble.
He finally stopped and paused, then turned around and said: "The poor monk and the little benefactor's master are close friends. After he left the Xingyan Sect, he went to Xianyun Mountain and also sent a message to the poor monk. But since After the abbot passed away, the poor monk stopped going down the mountain, and it has been more than 20 years now. It is normal that the young benefactor has not seen the poor monk."
"I wonder where Yinque is now? How is your health lately?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yu could only smile bitterly and shake her head. She lowered her head and said, "Master went down the mountain a few days ago and couldn't find any trace of him. I have been looking for him for more than a month, and I only found some clues from the incense master of Haitang. Now I'm stuck here,"
Yu Wuhen said that in order to find the master, she had to uncover the secret of the jade tablet, but according to the master's temperament, it would be extremely difficult for her to decipher it.
I don't know if this secret has any connection with the seal here.
Since arriving here, Jiang Yu has never stopped asking questions.
After listening to the conversation between these people, Yin Ban'er looked a little strange and muttered in a low voice.
"Xianyun Mountain Dengxian Pavilion? Where is this place? Isn't Mr. Qi the divine general of Xingyan Sect Dengming?"
Xiangyang took the firewood handed over by the boy next to him and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Yin, how many years have you been locked up here? Second Master Qi has long since left the Xingyan Sect and joined another sect."
Yin Ban'er raised her eyelids and sneered: "I've been here for forty-five years, and I don't know if it's normal for things to change in the world."
"Compared to this, you'd better tell me quickly, where is the Dengxian Pavilion? Where can I let Mr. Qi, who is loyal to Xingyan Sect, go?"
"Ascending the Immortal Pavilion, the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, punishing sins and repaying merit, the sun and the moon are shining, and the gods and ghosts are coming. In this Ascending Immortal Pavilion, the immortals of the dead are ascending, and the rising stars of the west sky are flying." Monk Dongling looked at it with a smile. Holding the Yin Banner, "If this Yin Benefactor wants to know about Dengxian Pavilion, why don't I come and give you some answers?"
When it comes to Dengxian Pavilion, we have to mention Yunshan. Xianyun Mountain was originally just an ordinary high mountain, but it was located at the junction of Yin and Yang, so it became a small world of its own. There were many living beings in the small world. Because of the division of Yin and Yang, they could not enter and exit the two phases, so there was the underworld. The title of Shan Xian Yun.
Mingshan Tianyun was a place that frightened all cultivators in the past. Those who entered it would have a narrow escape from death.
The Dengxian Pavilion was built in this place.
The entire sect is low-key and hidden. There are only about twenty people in the whole sect at most, so it is normal for no one outside to know about it.
The master of the sect disappeared and disappeared, and Jiang Yu himself was not seen a few times.
There are rumors that the sect master holds countless resentful souls, dominates the Ming Mountain, and controls the exchange of dead souls at the intersection of Yin and Yang.
So maybe what the Dongling monk said is right, when you climb the Immortal Pavilion, you climb the immortals of the dead, and you fly up to the west sky.
Yin Ban'er smacked his tongue, thinking that his cheap master was not from Dengxian Pavilion. He turned around and found Jiang Yuzheng looking at Monk Dongling with burning eyes.
Jiang Yu bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the gourd, thoughtfully: "Master Dongling, I think you are different from us who came here by mistake. You should have come here for a purpose."
Several people came back to their senses and looked at Monk Dongling. He had a smile on his face, just touched his smooth head and sighed.
"As expected of Yinque's proud disciple, Jiang Xiaoyou hit the nail on the head. Yes, the poor monk is indeed different from you. He took the initiative to enter this seal."
Monk Dongling stretched out his hand to warm the fire, and the warm flames jumped and danced on his hands, as if they were doing a palm dance.
"This is Yangtian Nest, and it is also the hometown of the poor monk."
"The poor monk is ashamed. He is already over sixty years old, but he came here to overcome his emotional difficulties."
