Jianchou was just confused and couldn't solve the problem. He happened to remember that there were some discussions related to reincarnation in the old house in Wangsi City. He also thought that Zhang Tang had kept this old house for him, so he decided to take a look. ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
She didn't expect that she would see Xie Buchen here!
When I saw the other person standing by the plum blossom in front of the window, a creepy feeling suddenly came over me.
She subconsciously wanted to take a step back cautiously, but her clear mind in an instant forced her to restrain this subconscious action. Instead of stepping back, she took a step forward.
Seeing that there was no flaw in the smile on Chou's face, his mind raced as he replied, "Wansi City has been captured. I heard that everything has been checked out, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect that I would find Fellow Daoist Xie here when I was passing by the street just now. I was a little curious, so I came in to take a look."
He never mentioned that he was the owner of this old house.
She walked into the courtyard and asked Xie Buchen again: "Fellow Daoist Xie, what is so special about this courtyard?"
In terms of cultivation, Jianchou is one level higher than Xie Buchen.
So according to common sense, it is a very normal thing for Jianchou to pass by outside and find Xie Buchen.
It is also common sense that Xie Buchen’s cultivation is not enough and he cannot detect Jianchou’s spiritual consciousness.
But all this is just "common sense".
Xie Buchen stood at the window, looking at her through the half-open carved window. He was dressed in a green robe with a sense of otherworldly elegance, and the three slanting plum blossoms made him look even more calm and refreshed.
After hearing Jianchou's words, he seemed to have no doubts.
Seeing her walk up the steps from the courtyard, he did not stop her, but only replied: "This house is indeed somewhat special. Not long ago, some fellow disciples entered the city to check around, and when they found this house, they found something unusual, so they asked me to come and take a look. Daoist Jianchou, you came at the right time."
"oh?"
Jianchou clenched his fingers quietly behind his back, but seeing that Xie Buchen's cultivation level in the middle stage of entering the world had not changed at all, he just stood there and walked into the house.
All the furnishings have not changed much from those days.
The black, smooth floor tiles, row after row of bookshelves filled with books, and the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk were exactly the same as when she left.
Countless details in my mind flew out in an instant.
The moment he walked into the house, Jianchou had confirmed that he had not left any traces or flaws in this old house in the City of the Dead that would allow people to recognize that "Yashan Jianchou had lived in this house."
Xie Buchen gently wiped away the dust that had just stained his fingertips. Knowing that Jianchou had come in, he moved aside a step, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the window sill and said, "The strangeness of this house must start from here. Since Daoist Jianchou is here, why not take a look."
There is a line of words carved on the window sill.
I hope someone who cherishes flowers will be able to grow this plum tree for me.
The part that was half pressed down by the plum vase at the back was "The water in the pond where Ksitigarbha was reincarnated, I thank you and reply to you."
Jianchou had seen it before, so he came over and raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised: "This owner of the house is quite an elegant person. However, the water in the reincarnation pond..."
Xie Buchen raised his hand and tapped lightly, and a bright green light emerged from his fingertips and fell on a floor tile covered with shadows in the room.
“Buzz!”
The faint green light suddenly became brighter, and a formation appeared in the house!
After a while, the formation was broken.
The floor tile in the very center of the room made a slight "click" sound and sank, followed by the floor tiles around it, one after another, sinking like ripples.
Soon, the two-foot-high groove in the ground appeared.
But today, there is not a drop of water in the groove.
Jianchou didn't say anything, but looked at Xie Buchen, as if waiting for his answer.
Xie Buchen said, "When I came here, I made a brief exploration of this house, and because of the words carved on the window sill, I discovered this underground formation. But there is no reincarnation pond water in it. I think the plum blossoms in the bottle have bloomed. Before we entered this house, someone got the chance and raised plum blossoms for the person who left the words."
"Wrongly Dead City is a place where ghosts who died wrongfully on an isolated island in the human world gather. There are also many ghost cultivators living here. This house looks old and it has been built for hundreds of years. It is not uncommon for someone to get there first and seize the opportunity."
Jianchou seemed very rational and didn't care much about this matter.
"I think that when Fellow Daoist Xie said that this house is quite special, it must be more than just this little thing, right?"
Xie Buchen turned around and saw Chou, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and all the reflections in his pupils seemed like the blurred outlines of distant mountains.
He chuckled and walked over to the row of bookshelves.
He then pulled out a very old book, opened a page, and handed it to Jianchou: "Daoist Jianchou is also familiar with formations. I think you will understand after taking a look."
Jianchou took it and took a look. The opened page recorded an ancient formation, and next to it were densely packed texts of related research records.
A formation that looks somewhat familiar.
Before she went to participate in the competition and left the old house, she memorized all the books in the house. How could she not remember this
It can be said that she had already recognized it as early as when Jiyu set up this formation during the battle at Ghost Gate a few days ago.
Although there were slight differences, the formation used by those ghost soldiers was clearly the formation left by the owner of the old house.
It just so happened that this was the page that Xie Buchen opened!
Jianchou didn't play dumb, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked surprised and fearful: "This isn't..."
"… "
Xie Buchen's gaze never left her.
At this moment, I actually found it a little funny.
The conversation between the two of them clearly had undercurrents.
It was just because he had his own suspicions in his heart, and he could feel that she must be hiding something that he needed very much, and he wanted to kill her to get it. But now he spoke to her in a strange and polite manner, treating her with courtesy, as if even if they were not close friends, they could be considered nodding acquaintances with no conflict of interest.
Concealing cunningly and being hypocritical cleverly.
If it were him, he would also be worried.
"Yes, I'm sure that Daoist Jianchou has also figured it out. This formation was used by the Jiyu party in the previous battle at Ghost Gate. It is extremely powerful. At that time, I was thinking that the person who set up the formation had a better understanding of formations than me, and it was really a fluke that they won."
Xie Buchen walked from one end of the row of bookshelves to the other.
The corners of his robe swayed with his footsteps, and the faint fragrance of winter plum blossoms mixed with the smell of old books and ink in the room, lingering on his body.
In a trance, he saw the third young master of Marquis Xie's mansion walking in his study.
Jianchou looked at him and gently closed the open page of the book.
Xie Buchen had raised his fingers and was slowly stroking the old books. It seemed to be an unconscious action, or as if he was just thinking through this action.
Monks don't need to use their eyes to read.
As long as your spiritual awareness is strong enough, you can easily know what is written on it by just scanning the room.
Jianchou guessed that he had read all the books in this room.
Xie Buchen said nothing, only saying, "Logically, the original owner of this house should have had a close connection with the Eight Directions Hell Palace, and was very interested in the origin and evolution of the universe, and the reincarnation of heaven and earth. But the strange thing is that all the writings in this house can be divided into nine types of notes according to the degree of newness. And the later notes all seamlessly connect to the content of the previous notes. Judging from some of the words, there may be a great secret hidden here."
Of course there is a huge secret.
Unfortunately, the three plum blossoms in the plum vase have already blossomed, and the handwriting left by the old house owner on the window paper has disappeared, not to mention that the stick of purple incense made from three drops of blood of the nine-headed bird has long been sealed away by her...
Even if Xie Buchen wanted to investigate further, he didn't have the chance.
Jianchou's eyes flashed slightly, and he walked over and casually put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf, but he stopped for a step while walking.
Every floor tile in this house is intact.
Except for the one she was standing on at the moment.
Jianchou said, "Although the Extreme Domain was built not long ago, there are still many powerful ghost cultivators. The City of the Dead is where new ghosts who died unexpectedly one after another in their fate go. Most of these ghosts are geniuses. It is not surprising that some strange ghosts come up with strange ideas. Since we can't find more clues in this room, the so-called 'secrets' can only be guesses."
While she was talking, Xie Buchen had walked around the bookshelf and turned back. He saw her move away and lower her head to look at the floor tile below.
There was actually a narrow crack on the floor tiles.
Jianchou frowned slightly, and in front of Xie Buchen, he probed his spiritual sense and said, "Compared to this room full of books with no roots to trace, I think this gap is more bizarre."
The narrow slit is actually square.
Half a finger long and less than half an inch wide.
But when she probed downwards, even with Jianchou's current huge spiritual awareness coverage, she was unable to reach the bottom of the gap. It was gradually blocked by the thick earth power of the ground, and there was also a mysterious force that separated yin and yang, making it difficult for her spiritual awareness to advance even half an inch.
Xie Buchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "When I came here, I also noticed this strange thing like Daoist Jianchou, but my cultivation is not enough to find out where this gap leads to. I wonder what Daoist Jianchou can find out?"
Jianchou shook his head.
Compared to Xie Buchen, or what Xie Buchen showed at this moment, she certainly knew more. She even witnessed with her own eyes how this narrow gap was created.
The mysterious existence outside the window...
Kill, to apologize for being disloyal; behead, to lose 70% of your soul!
A stick of purple incense interrupted...
Half an unknown character "卩"!
Jianchou withdrew his spiritual consciousness, his brows revealing confusion and bewilderment: "This gap is really too deep, and the further down the spiritual consciousness goes, the greater the obstacles it encounters, and it is further restricted by the rules of the Yin and Yang worlds, and cannot be traced down any further. I actually feel that this gap seems to have penetrated the barrier between the Yin and Yang worlds and led to the other side of this extreme evil land..."
The other end
This feeling can be described as shocking.
Xie Buchen's eyebrows twitched, and deep thought flashed in his eyes for a moment. He did not respond to Chou's words at this moment, but walked past her and took out a dusty volume from the bookcase on the side. With just one flip, he found the "Map of a Thousand Continents" tucked inside!
This is also what Jianchou had seen before!
The picture on the top is nothing else but a map of the Polar Region and the Nineteen Continents.
The upper part of the map is the Nineteen Continents, which include the Nineteen Continents, the West Sea, the East Sea, and isolated islands on earth; the lower part is the Polar Region, with large tracts of wasteland on both sides, the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and the Seventy-two Cities of the Polar Region; a line is drawn in the middle, dividing the two parts.
The upper and lower parts are not symmetrical.
But if you look carefully, you can clearly see that this picture is drawn relatively. Every place drawn in the polar region, across the line in the middle, faces a place on the 19 continents.
The two worlds of Yin and Yang, one on the ground and the other underground, are separated by a thick layer of earth and are opposite to each other like mirror images.
Xie Buchen took out the picture and folded it in half along the center line.
At this time, the upper and lower parts overlapped each other, and the pattern lines intertwined.
Jianchou easily understood his intention. When he leaned over to take a look, his pupils shrank slightly. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying, "What a coincidence."
In the map that Xie Buchen had folded, the City of the Dead where they were now was stacked on the other side of the Nineteen Continents, and it turned out that Kunwu was facing it!
In other words, if you break through the ground beneath your feet, Kunwu will come out.
Could it be that this crack under their feet really penetrated the yin and yang and led to some corner of Kunwu
Although he looked calm on the surface, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
As usual, he didn't show any sorrow.
Xie Buchen was also very careful. Seeing the result he had put together, he seemed to be slightly startled. Then his eyes wandered and he unfolded the map again. He said to Jianchou, "There are so many books in this room, and there are many mysteries worth pondering. I should report to the seniors and study the source in detail."
"Thank you, Daoist friend, what you said makes sense." Jianchou smiled, "This matter has nothing to do with me, so of course I'll leave it to you, Daoist friend."
"Xie originally thought that Daoist Jianchou had lived in Wangsi City, so he should have heard of the owner of this house."
Xie Buchen said indifferently.
Jianchou glanced at him and said, "I have not been in the Extreme Region for very long, and I have been in the City of the Dead even shorter. I don't even know a few people, so how can I know the situation in this city? As for the owner of this house, I have never heard of him at all."
"Yeah?"
Xie Buchen curled the corners of his lips and smiled as well.
It seemed like he was just asking casually and he didn't really want to get any useful information from Jianchou.
He just sighed and said, "After all, we discovered this place too late. Perhaps we have missed some important clues. In the end, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the true face of this secret."
“It’s a pity.”
Isn't the "Three Drops of Heart Blood Incense" that most likely contains the old house owner's nine lifetimes' memories and cultivation hidden on her body
Jianchou did not show any guilty feeling when he responded to Xie Buchen.
She walked around the room twice, and seemed to think there was nothing interesting to see, so she shook her head and said goodbye to Xie Buchen.
But unexpectedly, Xie Buchen didn't want to stay here for long.
Seeing Jianchou was about to leave, he said, "It just so happens that today, Master Hengxu, Hermit Fudao, and several other great men are going to enter the city to visit the old alley that Daoist Fellow Jianchou mentioned, and visit the 'Fairy in the Mist'. Why don't we go together?"
Go visit the Fairy in the Mist
Jianchou has been recuperating from his injuries these past two days and has no idea what is happening outside.
Hearing Xie Buchen's words, she naturally remembered the old man who had given her the stone and helped her, so she did not refuse, nodded, and left the house with Xie Buchen.
But when she stepped out of the door and looked back at Xie Buchen closing the two doors again, the thought that had been suppressed in her heart since she met Xie Buchen just now emerged with a strange color.
really…
It takes the report from fellow disciples to enter this house. Is it that easy
Three lives and seven worlds, thousands of years and hundreds of generations.
Even if there are billions of reincarnations!
I-
It's still me!
…
What kind of face does the owner of the old house who dared to speak out against the sky have now? What kind of identity does he have? What kind of "big picture" is he planning
"Daoist friend Jianchou?"
Xie Buchen turned around and walked back.
Jianchou retracted his gaze, smiled faintly, and said, "Let's go."