The yellow sun shines on the Siguo Cliff, the bluestone path is covered with moss, and there is a faint smell of decay in the air, as if it had drifted over thousands of years ago.
Qi Yin was covered in bandages and leaned on the bald rattan chair. Another injured person, Yun Zhi, was lying on top of the beauty with his upper body naked. This fellow was also a little white face, with a thin white body and firm muscles. The fly in the ointment is that an arm is missing.
In the Qing Dynasty, Daotong took out many boxes and cabinets from the house. Four identical Daotong opened the drawers one by one, some filled with wooden eyeballs, and some filled with wooden ears. Tongues are all there. Qi Yin's sharp eyes still saw that **.
It was only today that he found out that this fat man was proficient in this kind of stunt—a secret technique that was not passed down. No wonder there was one more Taoist boy here in the Qing Dynasty within a few days, and they still looked exactly the same as before. They are all Yan people, dismantling their legs and feet, and inside are the gears. A compass is installed on the skull to identify the direction, and a spirit stone is placed in the heart to provide power for the whole body. One sweeps the floor, one serves tea, one combs hair, and one sings a ditty. Qi Yin originally thought that he came few times and didn't recognize people fully, and that daring feelings were made in Qing style.
Qingming whispered: "His arm was abolished more than ten years ago. When he was a child, he was unloaded and eaten by the snake monster who tied him as a ration. Some monsters are very vicious, not like your cat master, let alone. Like your silly brother. They kidnap people around for rations. Children are tender and they like it most. When they are very hungry, they take one bite. When they are not hungry, they raise them. Very pitiful, the snake demon ate his arm in front of him."
Qi Yin was just silent, he still couldn't believe that Feng Huanshan's first rogue senior brother who was flying like a sword on weekdays turned out to be a cripple. After all, this kid is so arrogant, and always laughs so cheaply, Qi Yin remembered his coquettish sword-wielding appearance, tricking Fu Lan to help him do the laundry, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a beast in clothes, rather than missing an arm. poor egg.
"But it's okay, the wooden arms that your master cut are invulnerable to water and fire, and are better than ordinary people's arms." Qingming said, "It's just ugly, and it's impossible to pretend to be an ordinary person's skin color, so your senior brother usually wears it. Wear a glove."
Qing style held a wooden arm and compared it to Yunzhi's left hand, cut off the long part, and then carved complicated runes on the arm. The rune is like a flower vine, climbing up on the wooden arm, it has a strange and magnificent. Qing style placed the wooden arm on Yunzhi's shoulder, and the seam was stitched with mulberry and white leather.
Qing Shi said with a smile: "Now that you know the pain, you must practice your sword more diligently. Don't get your arm broken by the monster next time, and find a teacher to help you clean up the mess."
After the stitching was finally completed, Yun Zhi grabbed his fist, and the rune on his arm flashed with fine golden light, and the whole arm became flexible. Yun Zhi put on his clothes and saw the gloomy mist on Qi Yin's face. He smiled and said, "Little Junior Brother, don't be afraid to meet demons in the future. Even if you only have a head, our master can make you a wooden body and save you."
With such a cynical appearance, no one could see that he was disabled. For the first time, Qi Yin had respect for this rogue senior brother, confronted him with fists, and said, "Forget it, if there is such a time, please let me ascend to heaven."
Qingming left with Yunzhi, Qing-style sat on the bench to clean up the cages, and the four Taoist boys fought and moved the cages back to the house one by one. It is warm under the sun, the bluestone road is shining brightly, and the distant mountains are a touch of water, stretching between heaven and earth. Qi Yin moved her fingers and asked, "You already knew that Miss Lanxian was a monster."
"To be precise, she is a half-demon." Qing Shi said slowly while picking things, "Her mother fell in love with a scholar, devoted herself to him, and gave birth to a daughter. One day, the scholar encountered a demon and was seriously injured. , her mother stepped forward to save her, and lost her cultivation base to save the scholar's life. Unfortunately, the demon lost his cultivation base and could no longer be transformed into a human form. When the scholar saw his mother's original prototype, he was horrified and fled overnight. Later, he took the test in the capital. She became the champion and became famous. This dream tapir went to Beijing and killed him while he was riding a horse and parading through the streets. At that time, the emperor asked the old man to go out and catch the demon, and the old man took her into the Jingtian Barrier. Years ago, she died thinking about the foot of the cliff. The usual dream tapir has black hair all over her body, only this girl Lanxian has a face, which is the bloodline her father left her."
Qi Yin lowered her head, remembered the girl who looked like a white velvet flower, rubbed her toes on the ground, and said, "I think... this girl is quite pitiful."
"All things are born, except for the sky, all things are humble, who is not pitiful?" Qing Shi shook his head with a smile, "This girl entered the Changlefang a month ago, and she inquired about the old man as soon as she came in, and she wanted to enter every night for a month. The old man's dream. The old man is fat and bald, but after all, he is the head of a faction. Today's young people still think too highly of themselves."
"Then you asked me to find Yunzhi myself."
"No, no," Qing Shi said, "Isn't this Yun Lan's little apprentice? Look, with him, even if you have a big hole in your chest, he will mend it for you."
Qi Yin was taken aback and said, "You know my brother..."
For a long time, Qi Yin thought that Fu Lan was a human, but because he had been in the monster pile for a long time, he was like a savage who grew up in a pack of wolves, and could not distinguish his own race. It wasn't until Fu Lan's life and death, flesh and bones, that he pulled him back from the gate of the ghost gate, and even like a demon, he would not die if he didn't kill his heart, and Qi Yin didn't know that this guy might really not be a human being.
But what if it's not human
Qi Yin stood up and said, "Master, although my brother is not human, he is a good boy. He lived with my mother when he was a child, and my mother recognized him as a son. Look, he and I Mother and I have been here for so long, and in Fenghuan Mountain for so long, he has never harmed anyone."
"Everyone in the world thinks that Fulan is a pig demon, but in fact it's just a counterfeit who uses the name of the co-owner of the demon to show off his power." Qing Shi smiled with his sleeves on his back, "The Yuanshan Demon Dragon has been entrenched in Jiugai for thousands of years. After a long time, how could he be killed by a pig demon who has practiced the Tao for hundreds of years? However, the rumored Fu Lan is neither murderous nor cruel, and usually only loves to wash and cook and raise his younger brother, which the old man did not expect."
"You misunderstood, my brother is not a co-owner of a demon, it just happens to be the same name. He is poor and stupid, and he doesn't even have a guardian. What kind of emperor must be a misunderstanding." Qi Yin accompanied him with a smile.
The Qing-style smile did not change, as if he hadn't heard him speak, "Little disciple, do you really know your brother?"
"Of course I understand! He is an honest man, treats people with sincerity, respects his teachers, and cares about his fellow students. He is a rare and good young man." Qi Yin gave a thumbs up.
"The old man is more than forty years old, and he has asked himself and read all the books, but he has never seen any spells that can repair the heart, and pull a person with a rotten stomach back from the gate of hell. Don't you want to know, your brother used What is the method?" Qing Shi asked.
"I don't want to," Qi Yin replied quickly, "I just need to know that he is my brother."
Qing Shi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, "You baby... well, you should listen to a story. In the southern border, there are many legends about your brother. To talk about him, the old man has to talk about one place first. Yin, have you heard of Bashan Temple?"
Qi Yin shook his head.
"It is a temple located in the hinterland of Bashan. According to the records of "Southern Xinjiang Chronicle", thousands of years ago, when the great god walked the earth, the witches built temples for worship, sacrifices, and access to the sky to ask for help. The temple of Bashan is south The largest temple in Xinjiang is dedicated to the great god Bailu in southern Xinjiang. It is the great god who protects the demons. We call it the evil god and the wild god in the Central Plains. It is said that this god likes to eat the hearts and livers of children. After the circle, the children all cut their hearts to death."
Qi Yin shuddered and asked, "Are you sure this is a god or a monster?"
Qing Shi shook his head and continued: "In the past hundred years, Taoism has gradually declined, many techniques have failed one after another, and the Taoist's lifespan generation is shorter than one generation. Ancient sorcerers can live for hundreds of years, or even a thousand years. The most respected Taoists are only over a hundred years old. Later, some people suggested that Taoism originated from ancient witchcraft, and they might as well seek the method of helping the micro from the source. So they thought of the Bashan Temple. However, "Southern Xinjiang" records 3,000 years ago, the last great witch died suddenly, and Bashan was suddenly blocked by thick fog, and since then no one has been able to pass through the white fog and reach the Bashan Temple."
"fog?"
"That's right, it's a white fog that can eat people." Qing Shi looked down at Qi Yin, his eyes were meaningful, "Fifty years ago, Wufangshan summoned Xianmen Zhishi and formed a team of twelve to go deep into the south. Xinjiang, explore the temple. Each of them has left a ray of spiritual consciousness in the Wufang Xiaoshi mirror. Twelve mirrors, twelve spiritual consciousnesses, in this way, the spiritual consciousness is connected with their body, and the Wufang elders can pass through Xiaoshi. The mirror learned what they had seen and heard. At that time, Zong Lan, the elder of the precepts of Wufang, led the team. Twelve people hid their breath and rushed all the way to Bashan. They entered the thick fog, but found that they could not see anything. "
"Because the fog is too big? They are so powerful, so they must have divine sense. If they can't see, just use divine sense." Qi Yin asked.
"They are just like you think. Once they enter the thick fog, they release their consciousness, but they still can't see anything, even if they put their palms in front of them, they can't see. If the vision is not white, they think they are blind. In desperation, they had to use ropes to fix each other to avoid separation. Fortunately, their voices could still be heard in the mirror. Although they could not see anything, it did not prevent them from communicating with Wufangshan.
"Because the gods couldn't find the temple, they had to search on foot. They were also afraid that there were monsters in the mountains. Everyone kept their voices down, and they didn't raise fire or make a sound, and only occasionally talked in a low voice. At night, it was dark there, and it was dawn. It slowly turned brighter, but still couldn't see anything. They set the direction and went all the way west, but strange things happened. Every day, a person's consciousness was lost in the mirror of Xiaoshi. There is only one situation that can make consciousness If it disappears, it means that the person is dead. Wufangshan asked them, but they answered that the number is not small. In order to prove that everyone is there, Elder Zong Lan asked everyone to report the number one by one."
Qi Yin's heart trembled when he heard it, and he asked, "Are they all there?"