Liu Xiaoniu supported the small boat and moved forward in the vast mist. Even if he can't see his fingers on the lake, he can clearly distinguish the direction of Yaoque Pagoda.
It was almost evening, and the weather suddenly became cooler, and the fog seemed to spread to the entire lake in an instant. Bi Fang was made very uncomfortable by the sticky breath, so he jumped from the bow to the stern, and from the stern to Liu Xiaoliu.
Yun Qing sat quietly in the middle of the boat, and suddenly asked, "Is Fellow Daoist a white bull?"
Liu Xiaoniu smiled honestly: "No, they just look a bit alike."
What Yun Qing saw in Liu Xiaoniu was a big white cow with a tail like a snake and two wings on his back. He didn't seem to be a very powerful monster, otherwise he wouldn't be seen through so easily. Some of the demon clans who practiced in the Hundred Thousand Mountains prefer human bodies, such as Hu Hanmei, and some never manifest human bodies, such as Bi Fang, and Yun Qing still hasn't figured out what the rules are.
Yun Qing apologized earnestly: "Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt."
Liu Xiaoniu said embarrassingly: "I'm a scorpion, and I can't compare to a big monster like Bi Fang. It's normal that Mozun has never seen it before."
At this time, thin raindrops fell from the sky, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, shattering the already bleak sunset. The pattering raindrops knocked on the small boat and the bones, making different high and low sounds, and the combination of these fine sounds made people feel a little sleepy involuntarily. The rain was as thin as a needle, and it was cold and itchy when it fell on his body. Bi Fang impatiently shook his feathers and slipped under Liu Chick's lotus leaf hat. Yun Qing lowered her head slightly, and her shoulders were wet from the rain, making her look even more embarrassed and thin, but her expression was as leisurely and peaceful as bathing in the spring sun.
"Does it often rain here?" Yun Qing seemed to be very interested in this lake area, "I remember that it also rained like this the day I came out of the tower, but the autumn rain is much colder than it is now."
As soon as Bi Fang heard her talking about the Yaoque Tower, he wanted to blow his hair, but the little girl quickly took over the conversation, and he said: "I only know that Xia Qiu is a frequent visitor, and when the Lord Saint stays outside the tower, he almost always It rains every day. The little monsters here always say that it is because the dead souls of the demon race in the Yaoque Pagoda feel the grace of the saint, but where do the dead souls of the demon race come from in the tower, obviously only the saint is alive."
"Has Lord Saint been in the tower all this time... But I've never seen her?" Yun Qing asked with some doubts, speaking, she seemed to have never seen the big white bull in front of her.
"Nonsense! She is asleep! If I see it, can I still let you take away the book!?" Bi Fang yelled at her fiercely.
Liu Xiaoniu is easier to talk to than Bi Fang, he thought for a while and explained: "Probably Lord Saint reappeared when he fell asleep, you didn't recognize it."
Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, there were bones inside and outside the Yaoque Pagoda, could it be that the original sage of the demon way was also a pile of bones? So, when she woke up from the tower twelve years ago, she probably wasn't far away from the demon saint, but because she slept too deeply, she couldn't find anything unusual around her. On the one hand, Yun Qing came to Yaoque Pagoda to get Aman back from the hands of the demon sage, to get rid of the Tianshu matter completely, and on the other hand, she still wanted to ask her own origin.
When she woke up, she was in Yaoque Pagoda, and she had no memory of the past at all, as if her life had started here in an instant. This feeling of no beginning and no end made people very disturbed. But now it seems that the sage of the demon way fell asleep and didn't even know that there was a thief around him, so it is probably impossible to understand the messy things about Yun Qing.
"We're here." Liu Xiaoniu tied the boat to a huge bone spur, signaling that Yun Qing had arrived.
Yun Qing raised her head, and the White Bone Pagoda in front of her was sunken deep in the white mist, looking vicissitudes and silent. It stood upright as it did twelve years ago, and time seemed to stand still on it. Seeing this familiar White Bone Pagoda suddenly today, when things are changing and people are changing, Yun Qing is somewhat moved.
This is the starting point of her journey, and everything started when she walked out of this tower with the heavenly book.
At that time, Yun Qing, who just came into consciousness, grasped the shimmering sacred object in the tower, and then broke through the endless darkness without hesitation, and fled thousands of miles to Jiuming City. Now she has traveled all over the South Wind Continent, crossed the South China Sea, and traveled far away to the Realm of Invincible Demons. In just twelve years, bones paved the way, and she sailed in the sea of blood. There was a bloody storm behind her. Perhaps at that time, what she pierced was not only the darkness in the Yaoque Pagoda, but also the fragile veil covering this prosperous world.
"Demon Venerable Huangquan?" A slightly puzzled voice interrupted Yun Qing's thoughts.
She raised her head and saw the sage of the demon way in the haze of mist and rain. She held up a bone umbrella, and the umbrella was full of flowers, which was quite gorgeous, but this beauty could not suppress the paleness and weakness in her face.
"Master Saint." Yun Qing bowed and saluted, "Huang Quan has come to receive the punishment."
The demon saint took a few steps forward, and Yun Qing subconsciously wanted to back away, but she didn't make any unnecessary movements, she just used the bone umbrella to cover her from the fine rain.
"I know." The demon sage smiled and looked down at Yun Qing.
It is rare for Yun Qing to be so close to an outsider. At this distance, he can even smell the very faint fragrance of grass and trees on Yaosheng's body, which is exactly the same as the smell of Shiwan Dashan. Yun Qing has no doubts about the ability of these saints to calculate the secrets, as if she never concealed them when she used the book to cover the secrets, and the calculations of the secrets will not be more than what they calculated.
"The Heavenly Book has been forcibly fused by me." Yun Qing looked very straightforward, and Bi Fang was beside him so angry that he had never seen someone so confident in stealing something.
"Then there is no need to pay it back." The demon saint nodded.
This time, Bi Fang yelled directly: "What will you do if she doesn't return the things!?"
"Master Saint wants to use it?" Yun Qing frowned. When she took away the heavenly book, she was still in a state of ignorance of the world, and she didn't know what the heavenly book was used for at that time. Later, she consulted a large number of classics in Guiling Temple and Liudao Yan Mozong, all of which only mentioned that the Heavenly Book had been suppressed by the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but did not mention its specific use at all. According to Bi Fang, this thing probably has something to do with the demon saint.
"Does the Demon Lord think that I am so weak that I need the protection of the Heavenly Book?" The sage of the demon way seemed to be worthy of the title "the ancestor of all demons" at this time, she said calmly but firmly. Yun Qing felt that she probably played the role of a guardian in the Yaozu. She protected this orthodoxy, like a mother protecting her own child, without reason or fear, and was incredibly powerful.
As she said, there is no artifact in the world that can match the realm of the saints. And no matter how powerful Yun Qing can be under the blessing of the Heavenly Book, it is only limited to one premise, and now she is just a "weak person" who needs the protection of artifacts.
Yun Qing thought for a while and asked, "Then what will the Lord Saint do to return my body?"
"It's very problematic."
Yun Qing thinks she knows this better than anyone else: "I know."
The demon saint shook his head: "You don't understand. Where does the divine power come from, have you ever thought about it?"
"...Talent?" Yun Qing was really not clear about her own affairs.
"There is no god anymore." The demon saint looked a little solemn, "Why do you still have divine power left in your body? The matter of one life and two lives... You should find out."
Yun Qing came here just to find out these things, and she pushed the question to the demon sage in doubt: "I came out of the Yaoque Pagoda, does the sage know nothing about it?"
"I fell asleep. You were not in the tower before I went to bed." The demon saint coughed and added, "I started sleeping about a hundred thousand years ago."
"..." Yun Qing was silent, how to check after such a long time? In a hundred thousand years, basically anything can happen, and if one thing is counted, it will not be exhausted.
"About one life and two lives..." The demon saint pondered for a while and then said, "You don't have to worry too much. Although the problem is big, it seems that there is no fatal injury. And someone will answer some questions for you within ten years."
"Thank you, Lord Saint, for your guidance." Yun Qing quickly adjusted. Some things will not be answered until she reaches a certain level, and it will not help to be anxious now.
The demon saint nodded: "Your body is in the pagoda, if you can bring it out alive, then the grievances between Shiwan Dashan and you will be wiped out."
According to the statement mentioned by the demon saint, it is impossible for any saint to directly attack the existence other than the saint, so the demon saint will not hurt her. If other monster races are allowed to take action, then the situation of twelve years ago will most likely reappear. The fighting between the two sides will become more and more violent, and the cause and effect will continue to fetter. Therefore, the sage of the demon way handed over the blood debt of Hundred Thousand Mountains and Yun Qing to Yaoque Pagoda, the Holy Land of the Yao clan, to make a decision. If Yun Qing came out alive, then both sides would give up all previous animosity. If she died, then the cause and effect would be resolved naturally.
"Thank you, Lord Saint." Yun Qing bowed again, "There is also the matter of Hu Hanmei..."
The demon sage frowned slightly: "Sheng Tianxiang has already covered this karma for you. Remember, he will find a way to take care of everything he asks you to do. Every saint is like this, No one wants to embarrass their juniors."
"You don't seem to be like this to Hu Hanmei." Yun Qing looked at her, questioning neither humble nor overbearing.
The sage of the demon way didn't think it was disobedient, her eyebrows and eyes softened, and she recalled that Hu Hanmei was still a little fox: "Hu Hanmei is my child, but which one of the 100,000 mountains is not my child? Even if it is our saint Or, there is always a time when there is no last resort, and all the efforts we are doing now are to break through this last resort."
Yun Qing doesn't know whether her words are true or false, but she believes that all saints are standing at the pinnacle of this world and trying to break through the existence of this pinnacle, they are stronger than anyone else, and the things they carry must be Heavier than anyone else.
"Go." Seeing that she had nothing to say, the sage of the demon way slightly raised his hand as a signal. Yun Qing nodded, left under her umbrella, and walked towards the empty entrance of the Tower of Bones without hesitation.
The Yaoque Pagoda has only one door, and it looks like it is made of countless dentary bones, and each bone comes from the great monster who roamed the world countless years ago. The surface of the white bone is rough after countless years of vicissitudes, but its tip is as sharp as before. Some of the bones have a white jade-like luster, and they don't look ferocious or evil, but they are very fresh and beautiful.
The sage of the demon way watched Yun Qing step by step, and her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
"Will she die inside?" Bi Fang glared at the door gloomily.
The demon saint sighed softly and rubbed the top of its head: "You should always have hope in your heart instead of malice. If possible, it is naturally better for everyone to be safe."
But that's impossible.