"Just kidding about my life, and fucking kidding my brother's life." Qi Yin said, "It doesn't matter whether you are gods or demons, you can find someone else, I won't go. I will go back to make up my sleep, and there will be a period later. You!" He stretched out his hand to take out the Qiankun bag, but found that the back of his waist was empty.
Nuluo shook the Qiankun bag in her hand and said, "Are you looking for this? Who told you that we had a deal? This is an order! You can either go in by yourself, or I will kick you in. Pick one."
"I don't choose either." Qi Yin pointed to the bottom, and Nuluo realized that he didn't know when he stood on the edge of the roof, and there was a vast void under his feet. "If you don't give me back my things, I'll jump off. How can there be such a business in the world? Let me tell you, although I'm useless, I'm not easy to mess with. I'll make you all dumbfounded."
"Are you dancing? Are you afraid of you as an old lady?" Nu Luo was disdainful.
Qi Yin hung his feet in the air, making a golden rooster independent posture.
The ridge of the roof was narrow, and it was difficult for him to keep his balance on one foot, and he swayed like a trick in the wind. Nuluo was taken aback, she never thought that this coward was a disobedient thorn. Qi Yin smiled sarcastically, "Don't underestimate the trash, big sister, no matter how bad the trash is, it still has a life, right?"
Nuluo hurriedly said: "You are really here! I said you child, let's talk about it if you have something to say!"
"Okay, let me ask you a question," Qi Yin looked at her, "Is the child in the Liuli Illusion my brother?"
Nuluo didn't answer directly, she just pursed her lips and smiled, "It's hard to say. Who he is should not ask me, but you."
Your grandfather's, and play quizzes with him again. Qi Yin lost his temper, gritted his teeth and smiled, "Okay. But I'm still not happy to help you with your work. Let's go, see you in the next life." He jumped up without looking back. In the blink of an eye, the roof was completely empty, Nuluo gasped, clinging to the roof and looking down, it was foggy, and the shadow of the kid was gone.
Just then, she heard the whistling of the blade cutting through the air. She raised her head quickly, and a cold long knife slid past the face door, the wind of the knife almost freezing her cheeks. Female Luo Xuan stepped back, and a figure fell where she had just settled. It was Fu Lan, the man barely made a sound when he landed, Qing Jun's face was cold and clear, and his tall and slender figure was like a black knife unsheathed. However, there was a fat cat on his shoulders, which made his originally grim figure look a bit funny. Instead of attacking Nu Luo immediately, he bent down and reached down to the edge of the roof ridge. Holding his hand with one hand, he pulled Qi Yin up. Qi Yin lay on the roof ridge, panting, and said, "A quarter of an hour, eldest sister, you are quite accurate."
Nuluo suddenly understood that this guy has been stalling for time. He didn't really jump down, but grabbed the bucket arch at the moment of falling and turned under the heavy eaves. She underestimated him. After all, he had practiced Dao for half a year, and he had arm strength and explosive power that were incomparable to ordinary people.
Being placed by this kid, Nu Luo was so angry that her eyes turned black, and she saw the bone-cutting knife fly back to Fu Lan's hands. Fu Lan threw out a cold and stern arc of the knife, and the arc of light tore through the fog and headed towards the door of Nuluo's face. The light of the knife slashed through the marble, turning everything into powder. Female Luo didn't dare to carry it hard, so she stepped back again and again. She knew that this man was usually a fool who helped women wash clothes and raise sons, but once he drew his knife, he was a murderous god.
Qi Yin watched the battle from the side, and couldn't help being surprised. The end of the blade arc cut into the lapis lazuli jade, and the moon mirror was not damaged in the slightest. He rubbed over and touched the moon mirror, but there were no scratches on it. The moon mirror was as smooth as silk, illuminating his face indistinctly. His face was a little dirty, and there was a little dust on his nose. Qi Yin wiped his nose, and suddenly found that in the mirror, not far behind him, there was a slender black shadow. The shadow is very distorted, with long hands and feet, and can vaguely distinguish the human form. It stood there with its neck tilted, as if staring at Qi Yin.
Qi Yin hurriedly looked back, there was an empty mist behind him, and there was no shadow at all. He searched around, but couldn't find the peeping ghost. He turned his head suspiciously, but was taken aback, the ghost in the mirror had already stood in front of him at some point, sticking his head out from behind his shoulders. They were so close together that Qi Yin could almost see its face without facial features.
Your uncle, this is something in the mirror! Qi Yin suddenly understood, it looked like it wanted to come out, there was no sword in his hand, Qi Yin hurriedly hid back. But after all, standing on the ridge of the roof, just took two steps back and the foot is empty, and it is about to fall. Thin, black-haired hands stretched out from the mirror and grabbed his collar.
This is neither up nor down, and the weapons on his body are only a good tooth. In a hurry, Qi Yin's heart was ruthless, and he bit the fur's hand. This thing is very hard, and it doesn't bite like flesh, but like a lump of wood, and it's very gnawing. With a mouthful of hair and an indescribable bitter taste, Qi Yin felt sick to the point of vomiting. The ghost's face without facial features was immediately distorted, as if it was about to scream, but it had no mouth and no sound came out. It didn't relax, its hands shrank inward, seeing that Qi Yin was about to be dragged in. Over there, Fu Lan turned his head and swooped over to grab his ankle. The two of them, one cat, were dragged into the moon mirror together.
Female Luo was so tired that she was out of breath, leaning on the stone wall and looking into the distance, the white mist at the end of the sky suddenly surged up, layer by layer, one after another, like the tumbling of the ocean waves. She knew that Wu Yuli was approaching rapidly, and he would arrive in less than ten breaths.
"The two little dolls have entered the moon mirror, and now they will start to apply the seal." Nu Luo said to herself, as if she was reporting to someone, but there was clearly no one around her.
She cast ten Uro-sealing spells on the moon mirror. Ten secret spells are equivalent to ten big locks, which can buy Qi Yin and the others some time. After everything was done, a cold light flashed across the side, and a long and narrow crack appeared in the void. Nuluo jumped in and lost track.
Rolling all the way, the world keeps turning over and over. Immediately afterwards, Qi Yin's universe bag fell out of the moon mirror and hit the top of Qi Yin's head, and the black cat bit it. Fu Lan was holding Qi Yin tightly, Qi Yin was holding the black cat, and the two cats kept turning down the heavy eaves. They lost their center of gravity and fell all the way, almost rolling into a ball. They didn't have time to care about the ghost figure who was holding Qi Yin before. Fu Lan's back rested on the stone sculpture of the beast crouching down on the eaves. He didn't say a word, took the opportunity to stabilize his posture, unsheathed the bone-cutting knife and inserted it into the stone wall. Fu Lan held the knife with one hand, and the momentum of the fall suddenly stopped, and the two and one cat were hanging in the air.
The black cat stepped on Qi Yin's head and slapped the blade, then Qi Yin. Fu Lan's right hand was broken when he fell, and he used his left hand to lift himself up. He squatted on the knife, clenched his right arm with his left hand, and a tooth-crushing sound rang out. The bones were in the right position, and they were re-welded together like steel in a breath. At the same time, the little fish flew out of his palm and scattered around.
All around is the same Bashan Temple as outside, but there is no white mist. They could clearly see the turrets, urns, and gables surrounding the temple, the canals on the side of the shrine, the sacred flower carved on the Xumi seat, and the white deer running to the moon stone painting on the wall. The stele pavilion is lit by a long bright lantern, swaying quietly in the wind. This is different from the temple outside the moon mirror. The temple there is dead, but the one here seems to have a sound. The pine trees on the mountain are green, the wind blows, and the leaves and waves crash one after another.
If it were not recorded in ancient books that the gods and witches had long since become extinct, Qi Yin even believed that someone would hold sacrifices here later.
Xiaoyu tried to pass through the moon mirror at the top of the temple, but was unable to pass. They abandoned the moon mirror and stepped on the bone cutter. There are bright and dark lights in some halls, as if there are still people. However, everything is silent, they are like marching in a forgotten ancient city. They didn't dare to go into the palace, the sun couldn't get in there, and they always felt that there was some danger hidden.
"Brother, have you been here before?" Qi Yin lowered her voice unconsciously, as if she was afraid of being heard.
Fu Lan shook his head silently, the little fish circling and flying around him, alert to all unknown threats.
"This is the forbidden area of the Bashan Temple, Xiaoyin," the black cat said, squatting on his shoulder. "The temple has ten instructions, which are engraved on the gable with blood by the high priest. All gods and witches must abide by it. One instruction, do not touch the white deer. God, the second precept, do not falsely call the White Deer God, the third precept, do not privately cast the statue of the deity... Other things that cannot commit adultery and stealing are no different from the rules and precepts of your Taoist sect, except for this tenth precept, do not open the Bashan Moon Mirror. In the past, we only thought it was some rules. According to your experience in the tomb of the gods, these are actually the rules of living in the temple. Once the rules are violated, you are likely to be cursed by witchcraft.”
Qi Yin looked at himself, "We are not on fire, we should not be cursed by witchcraft."
"Yes, this is really strange." The black cat was also puzzled.
Fu Lan said softly: "There is another possibility, perhaps the witch thinks that those who enter the moon mirror cannot leave alive."
In this way, there is no need to impose any more witch curses. Qi Yin felt a little hair in her heart, the surroundings were so quiet, it seemed like she was about to hear a sound. The Bone Chopping Knife moved forward silently and entered the Chun Wood Forest. The woods were very quiet, and the dense leaves cut on the cheeks, making a thin brushing sound. Qi Yin always felt uncomfortable and asked in a low voice, "This place is so strange, there is no sound at all."
"And it's very new," the black cat also lowered his voice. "The trees are not dead, and there are no creepers on the gables of the temple. The sacred way and the canals are so clean that they are cleaned every day. It seems that there are still gods and witches living here, abide by the precepts, and clean them every day. Temple."
"Could it be the old monster who comes back regularly to sweep the floor?" Qi Yin asked.
"It's unlikely," the black cat said. "Looking at his thin skin and tender flesh, this old man doesn't look like a person who can handle a broom at all."
"Is that the black-haired monster?" Qi Yin said, "Although it has no eyes, nose, and mouth, it can sweep the floor very well."
The Bone Chopping Knife suddenly stopped, Qi Yin did not stabilize, and slammed into Fu Lan. Fu Lan raised her hand and whispered, "There are footprints on the ground."
The little fish was flying close to the ground, and Fu Lan's eyes caught the cluttered footprints in the grass. He said, "There are many footprints, and they will not last for more than a day. The breath is mortal, and there are twelve kinds of footprints, belonging to twelve people, extending to the north. . There are living people here, beware of the Quartet, beware."
Qi Yin thought for a moment, these twelve footprints, shouldn't they be the twelve Taoist priests led by Zong Lan