Xumihuan once refined a psychic bead and hung it in the sky, and the fairy spiritual energy collected by Goddess Peak was rarely consumed. Therefore, the mustard space has ample light and fresh air, just like a natural oxygen bar.
In the small courtyard, several bead-loving plants and trees sway leisurely. Under the snow-white courtyard wall, shelves full of blooming flowers emit wisps of fragrance.
Passing through the ancient hall and stepping into the inner courtyard, Qingluan remained motionless, standing on the rockery stone with his eyes closed and meditating. The long green clouds swam around it, making it appear noble and extraordinary. This bird has become accustomed to Yan Ci's constant coming and going, so it just narrows its eyes slightly and is too lazy to pay attention.
The east wing is quiet and elegant, with a pot of seven-leaf green radish planted on the window edge, and the lady-like green fruit is slightly shy.
The warm light shines through the window lattice and gently falls on the bed, reflecting Han Bing's quiet and gentle face.
Every time he saw this pretty face, Yan Ci was always so sad that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to express his true feelings to Han Bing countless times, but he was speechless and choked every time.
Xiao Mengjiu teased the baby Qilin from time to time on the edge of the bed, and said lightly: "I only thought of this place after eating outside."
The young Qilin kept nodding his little head, deeply convinced.
Xiao Mengjiu suddenly covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't ruin the scenery here."
The little Qilin stretched lazily, then gently and deftly jumped to the ground, followed Xiao Mengjiu out of the door with a sweet cry.
Yan Ci sighed deeply. Whether it was a dream elf, a blue luan bird, or a young unicorn, they were all precious creatures. Now he was willing to be lonely and spend his time with him. What else could he be dissatisfied about? Woolen cloth?
After quietly staying by the bed with Han Bing for half the night, Yan Cicai reluctantly left.
The moonlight in the sky is as cool as water, and the figure on the calm lake is the shadow of the phoenix tree.
Yan Ci didn't know that there was another story happening in the inn. He just wanted to stay away from the hustle and bustle. Isn't it a blessing to have clean ears? The disdain and criticism from others can't shake the emotions in his heart. He has more urgent things to do, right?
The earth gradually fell into sleep, but the stars became brighter and brighter. The sound of surging lake water came to my ears, and sleepless frogs jumped up to the river bank and croaked.
In the haziness, a strange bolt of lightning struck the distant mountains, and the sound of thunder suddenly rolled over the sky, one after another that seemed to be endless.
Deafening thunder woke up Changhu Town. There were numerous figures in the sky above the inn, and all the cultivators staying overnight rushed out to take a look.
The deep starry sky was suddenly covered by a dark cloud, and the dark night seemed to be brewing something. Silver snakes danced wildly on the top of the mountain in the distance, thunderbolts came down one after another, and the sound of thunder shook the hearts of the cultivators.
A violent storm came in an instant, and the water level on the wide lake suddenly rose. The cultivators looked at each other in amazement, marveling at how strange this scene was.
Thick dark clouds squeezed the sky, and it was pitch black under the dome. The dense clouds rolled rapidly, converging into a gloomy and ferocious funnel shape.
In the deepest part of the darkness, a bit of white light emerged out of thin air, and suddenly turned into a blazing white light pillar, piercing the dark clouds and reaching the mountains. The roar of the clouds swept across the wasteland, and an extremely abundant spiritual energy spread rapidly.
"A strange treasure has appeared." A horrifying scream was as urgent as a command, and more than ten rays of light were instantly awakened and shot towards the distance.
The huge pillar of light was extremely dazzling in the sky that looked like splashing ink, and the holy white light attracted monks from all directions.
The heavy rain came and went quickly, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the light pillars suddenly converged into the ground like a whale sucking water.
The water on the lake was calm, and the trees were washed as green as jasper. Yan Ci dispersed the protective light curtain and leisurely followed the monks into the distance with a huge sycamore leaf on his head.
Deep in the vast forest sea, there is a bald peak that has been scorched by violent thunder and lightning. Black smoke curls up from the peak. The ancient trees are scorched, the vines are fallen, and the scattered flames are still struggling to lick the air and refuse to be extinguished.
Through the bright moonlight, I noticed a black door standing in a hidden corner. The black door was as dark as eternal night, as if an unknown greedy monster was entrenched here, endlessly sucking up the light and stingyly leaving nothing behind. Gives half a shine.
Li Chonglou, Miao Zhan and others stood in front of the door, thinking hard. Pan Yinjian poured in several spells of magic power, but as soon as they touched the facade, they disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
The door frame and shaft fit tightly together, blending into the hard and cold mountain wall. It seemed that it could not be opened by brute force.
The other monks dispersed to look for the rare treasures, and when there were no clues, they moved closer to Miao Zhan and others.
A bright light flashed in the distance, and it seemed that more cultivators were coming. Everyone was helpless. They were so anxious that they sacrificed the magic weapon and smashed it at the black door. Unfortunately, the black door was stronger than gold and stone. No matter how brutal the impact, it could only stir up a few sparks. .
When it was time to have some tea, not only the monks from the Changhu Inn arrived, but also the casual cultivators who had seen the light pillar phenomenon nearby. All kinds of rays of light are flying around like fireflies, all gathered in the small space between the peaks.
Li Chonglou was very angry and let out a loud snort to vent his dissatisfaction. Seeing that Hua Qing and Jia Lan had disciples coming, the monks who came from afar calmed down their arrogance a little and low-key offered their magic weapons to assist.
In the sky, two figures, one black and one white, rolled up in a halo of light, and the noisy and biting wind woke up the cultivators who came to search for treasures.
Looking up, a black and white butterfly shadow suddenly fell, transforming into a rebellious man in black with ink-stained eyebrows and a handsome young man in white robes with red lips.
The two of them stood nonchalantly not far away and pointed, but they actually looked down upon the monks in the room.
The casual cultivators who attacked the Black Gate saw clearly who was coming, recalled their magic weapons in a swarm, and retreated to both sides with a look of caution on their faces.
The charming peach blossom eyes of the white-robed young man were full of smiles, and he said leisurely: "Ji and I are here just to hunt for treasure, and have no other purpose."
Li Chonglou stepped out from the crowd and said with a sneer: "It turns out they are the notorious couple Jichong and Qiao Li from Dahuang Ruins. It's been a long time since we last met."
Jichong has a handsome face, delicate eyebrows, and affectionate peach blossom eyes, full of femininity. It complemented Qiao Li's swaggering, rough and domineering masculinity. No wonder the monks almost burst out laughing when they heard the word husband and wife.
Ji Chong smiled and said nothing, but his eyes wandered wildly, staring lustfully at Pan Yinjian's chest and legs. Pan Yinjian's face turned red, she shrank back and said angrily: "You are rude, why don't I go see you?" Mother?"
Ji Chong retorted: "What a couple made in heaven!"
Li Chonglou was so angry that he was about to explode, but he heard Miao Zhan advise: "There is no point in having this quarrel, we should look for the treasure first to avoid any complications." He glanced at Ji Chong abruptly and said in a deep voice: "What do Tan Yue think? ?" Ji Chong's heart suddenly trembled, and he was speechless.
The monks didn't know why, but seeing Ji Chong showing weakness, they couldn't help but relax their nerves a little. After this incident, the atmosphere became somewhat more harmonious. Miao Zhan invited several well-known cultivators to discuss ways to break the ban on the spot.
Ji Chong behaved calmly, but felt very embarrassed in his heart. Just now, Monk Miaozhan used the shocking secret technique to quietly shake his mind, making him lose face in front of everyone. He planned to repay him immediately, but missed the opportunity.
The mute eats Coptis chinensis and cannot tell the story of his suffering. However, in order to fight for the rare treasure, Ji Chong can only hold his nose and admit it.
The full moon is in the sky, the moonlight is melting, and the black arch gradually lights up, as if waking up from a long sleep.
I saw the door cymbal guarding the head of the pepper picture, and the sun, moon and stars slowly flowing on the door leaf guarding a dazzling fluorescent scepter.
After greedily and ferociously absorbing the clear light of the bright moon, four golden ancient seal characters appeared on the lintel like creeping vines.
The monks stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, not knowing what kind of writing it was.
Miao Zhan guessed: "If the ancient seal characters are not the name of this place, they are the password to enter the Black Gate." Everyone believed this, and even though they read what they had learned throughout their lives, they were still illiterate.
Ji Chong said calmly: "There is no need to waste your efforts. This is the secret text of the demon clan that has been lost in the Xia Shenzhou for a long time. No one knows it."
Miao Zhan asked doubtfully: "Could Tan Yue be able to recite it?"
Ji Chong stretched and smiled: "I know its shape but don't understand its meaning. If there is a demon cultivator present, I might be able to enter it."
Li Chonglou said coldly: "The demon cultivator is really here, but with the cultivation of fellow Taoist Ji, the three-legged cat, I'm afraid I won't be able to get in."
Jichong said disdainfully: "I'd rather offend a gentleman than a villain. Brother Li will definitely retaliate. This is the best evidence."
The monks looked dejected. The rare treasure was in the mountain but they had no chance to see it. It was possible that they came here to take advantage of the excitement and leave after being disappointed.
Pan Yinjian was disappointed and angry at the same time. He wanted to vent his anger but couldn't resist Ji Chong's sharp tongue, so he poured wildfire on Miao Jian.
Miaojian sat bored on the side of the black door and played with two pebbles. His white and tender bald head was extremely bright against the moonlight. Suddenly, he heard Pan Yinjian complain: "The young monk is not doing his job. Either go back to chant sutras or come and think about it." Method."
Miao Jian touched his bald head, raised his head and greeted him, "What the female donor said makes sense." After saying that, he sat down and took out a finely carved wooden fish and a copper chime from his arms and started knocking.
Pan Yinjian was so angry that he stamped his feet. He really didn't know whether this little monk was too stupid or too smart.
Miao Zhan held back his smile and said, "Junior brother is always by Master's side every day. Have you ever heard of the secret text?"
Miaojian closed one eye and shook his head: "No..." He seemed to suddenly remember something extremely funny. He staggered with laughter and said intermittently: "The four-character secret of 'Amitabha' is Wen, do all the donors know?"
The Buddhist mantra is known all over the world, and all the monks showed understanding smiles.
Qiao Li got carried away for a moment and recited a limerick at an inappropriate time, saying: "A young monk came from the west, and he knocked the wooden fish loudly. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, Amitabha, which made the teacher's wife confused..."
The group of cultivators were laughing and laughing, secretly thinking that this devil kid in the Great Wasteland was indeed "not sticking to trivial matters".
The young monk Miaojian was so angry that he threw the wooden fish with the copper chime. Qiao Li realized that he had made a mistake, so he smiled awkwardly.
Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard, the black arch trembled slightly, and the fluorescent scepter slowly started to rotate. The viewers were filled with surprises. Could it be that the secret text is really "Amitabha"?
Li Chonglou looked sideways at Ji Chong and sneered: "Amitabha is included in the demonic text. It's funny, it's really funny!"
The glow on the edge of the scepter moved faster and faster, suddenly releasing a bright light, reflecting the venue magnificently. Suddenly, the black arch erupted, and the deep and dazzling black light suddenly opened and closed, condensing into a black crystal and inlaying it on the top of the staff.
The scepter floated faintly in mid-air, an obscure and unspeakable aura suddenly emerged, and a hidden spiritual pressure swelled in the mountain.
Qiao Li exclaimed in disbelief: "Earth-level magic weapon!" Before he could finish speaking, the scepter suddenly shook and transformed into a startling rainbow that rolled towards the belly of the mountain.
Unaware of the rare treasure in front of you, you can only lament your lack of luck! However, the entrance is guarded by the spiritual energy of earth-level treasures, and the cave inside is even more eye-catching!
The group of cultivators would not let the scepter escape on its own. They unintentionally rolled up several whirlwinds and rushed into the heart of the mountain to seize the treasure.
