That night, I rushed to the main peak of Chenji Mountain.
In front of the Hall of No Evil, I reported Lu Zhiyan's name, and the guard at the gate led me into the side hall, thinking that Mo Qing had already explained to them.
What he said at the beginning, "If she enters your dream again, report it to me." It wasn't just empty words.
I am very proud, Mo Qing wants to control my whereabouts so much, he must hate it in his heart, afraid that one day I will make a comeback and take away all his status and wealth, just like what he did to me before.
I sat in the side hall for a while and no one came, so I stood up and looked around.
This side hall of the Hall of No Evil is basically the same as before. The treasures that should be there are still there, and the momentum is still there. The vicious ghosts on the carved beams and painted pillars, the hydras around the pillars, the skeletons on the top lights. Head, a faction that kills the evil atmosphere.
It was the style of Wanlumen when I was there.
In this kind of atmosphere, in a trance, I felt as if I was still alive, holding the power of life and death, and living a luxurious life that everyone in the world feared me.
I sat in the chair, fell backwards, closed my eyes, thinking back then...
A crisp sound of "Ten" came from the main hall next to it. Hey, at this time, there are still people in the main hall? Curious, I walked over quietly, leaned against the door, and listened to an old voice over the wall, suppressing his anger, and said, "The sect master comes in to do things, which is more and more contrary to the purpose of Wanlu Sect."
His voice echoed in the empty hall, but it stirred up thousands of waves in my heart, yes! Yes! I didn't expect that there are such vigilant people in our Wanlumen!
I felt that listening to the corner was not enough for me, so I opened the door and looked out, trying to see which old and immortal hero was speaking.
However, from my point of view, what I saw first was Mo Qing sitting on the Shenlong bench above the main hall. Completely different from the man who always hid himself under a huge cloak many years ago.
The way he sits now is completely different from the way I was leaning, leaning, or cocking my legs on that big chair before.
He is more like the portrait of the old devil handed down a thousand years ago, silent and dignified, with the power of not being angry and majestic.
I curled my lips and admitted in my heart a little reluctantly that Mo Qing had inherited the bloodline of that sect.
At this time, there was no one in the hall, only a pale-haired old man was standing below him. The old man was leaning on a blue-steel walking stick. Thinking that the crunch of the pestle on the ground just now was the movement of the walking stick.
Although I only saw a back, I also recognized the old man.
I have thousands of disciples in the Wanlu Sect, and the number of sub-rudders all over the world is not clear. I can't handle it alone. Therefore, under the door master, there are four mountain masters: east, south, west, and north. This old man is Yuan Jie, the master of Beishan when I was in power.
He was a stubborn, sinister old man who hated Xianmen very much.
Before entering Wanlu Sect, his family was slaughtered by Immortal Sect. From then on, he concentrated on cultivating demons and killed immortal cultivators when he saw them. In the past, there was still a saying in those immortal gates, "I would rather meet Lu Zhaoyao, but not see Beishan Lord". He used to be regarded as one of my commanders, but if there is an immortal sect who doesn't know his death, let him deal with it, it must be right.
But also because this old man's personality is too stubborn and weird, I can't talk about getting close to him.
Thinking about it, this is the Wanlu Sect, which has changed its owner. Who would object to the opinion of the sect owner except for such a stubborn person.
Yuan Jie said in a hoarse voice, "I used to push the front of the formation in front of the mountain gate. That's the form, so it's okay..."
Hey, you old man, saying that makes me unhappy. How can that be a form, that is a symbol! is the spirit!
"Now, the first-class Jiang Wu in the new mountain, although it is a scourge, needs to be wiped out, but no matter what, I can't join forces with the Qianchen Pavilion!"
I raised my eyebrows. I have never heard of Jiang Wu in Johor Bahru. I think it is a character who has appeared in recent years, but I know about Qianchen Pavilion.
Like Jianxinmen, Qianchen Pavilion is one of the Ten Great Immortal Gates. In the battle of Jianzhong that year, they also contributed. But because of this effort, it's not too big or not small, and it's not as sharp as Jianxinmen, so I don't have any image. Now, when I mention it, I remember more about their pavilion master Qin Qianxian, but that's not the case. The world famous beauty.
And he's not only beautiful, he's also genderless.
The Bodhisattva Dao cultivated in Qianchen Pavilion’s lineage does not differentiate between males and females, but the body of both males and females. At the beginning, the genders begin to be blurred. The deeper the practice, the more blurred the genders become. in the Buddha. And this qin Qianxian is probably a living person who is most like a Bodhisattva in this world.
Therefore, his beauty is universal to both men and women.
I still remember the first time I heard about the beauty of Qin Qianxian, and I arrested him once and locked him in a dungeon. I caught him and watched it all night, and it was really enjoyable to watch. Now that I think about it, I still feel a little itchy. If I have a chance to look at him again, it would be good...
"The new mountain is located at the junction of the two forces of immortals and demons."
Mo Qing's voice pulled back the mind that I ran more and more, and he said coldly, "Jiang Wu and others have used my two contradictions and have been happy for a long time. Now, together with Qianchen Pavilion, we can quickly eliminate this scourge, and How can it be wrong not to be attacked by the enemy?"
I smacking it, listening to Mo Qing's words, I also feel that there is nothing wrong with it.
The principle of my work is simple, convenient and fast. Whether or not to join forces with Xianmen is not important. The important thing is that if you want to kill this group of people, in the end, this group of people is quickly killed, that's all.
I nodded and decided, well, that's it.
"Sect Master!"
"Okay, the matter is settled." Mo Qing interrupted him.
I also sighed desolately at this time. The person who made the decision in this door today is no longer me... Before I could finish my sigh, I only felt a murderous aura swept across the hall.
Looking forward, it was Yuan Jie who stared at me sullenly.
At this moment, when Mo Qing had just rejected the proposal, he was so angry that his face was ashen. I met his eyes and saw a murderous golden light suddenly flashed in his eagle-like eyes.
"Who is here!"
As soon as his voice fell, an invisible qi blade slashed into the air, and I was startled, I just wanted to hide, but Zhi Yan's body was so unsatisfactory! Under the pressure that was several times stronger than hers, all the muscles in her body were so stiff that she couldn't move!
The air blade slid in front of me in an instant, I just said, it's over, now I don't have to worry about paper money anymore, I can hold hands with Zhiyan, and we will play the game of catching ghosts by the Qingqing grave in the future.
But at this moment, the air blade came to me, but I didn't know it hit a barrier. It made a huge crashing sound. The sound shocked me two steps back, and the huge stone gate of the side hall outside the barrier was already there. Was shaken to the ground.
Mo Qing waved his hand and let the guards who heard the movement rushing into the temple retreat, with no expression on his face: "Beijing Mountain Master is too aggressive." He glanced at me, then looked at Yuan Jie: "It is with me to report It's just an informant."
"Subordinates are convicted."
Hmph, what conviction, I still don't know the virtues of you guys, this old man just got angry at Mo Qing, and turned his head to take my anger out.
Mo Qing didn't punish him, Yuan Jie handed him back, and the Qinggang crutches were on the ground with a crisp sound. When he left the hall, he glanced sideways at me. I also stared at him unavoidably.
He let out a cold snort full of contempt, and then stepped out of the hall.
I raised my eyebrows and suddenly remembered that the body I use now is also a body of cultivating immortals. I curled my lips, and for the sake of what he said earlier that Mo Qing acted against the original intention of the Legislative Sect, I intend to let him offend and not bother with him.
This Fang just stared at Yuan Jie and left, but Mo Qing's voice came from behind him: "It's daring at night." When I turned around, I saw Mo Qing had entered the side hall at some point, standing three steps behind me with his hands behind his back. The place, glanced at me, "Let you wait in the side hall, why not be as disciplined as the day?"
I casually gave a reason: "I'm going to the grave during the day, of course I have to be more disciplined..."
"Oh." He replied, but in the blink of an eye, a black shadow flashed by, and in the next instant it stood in front of me, close at hand.
I looked up at him, wondering why.
I saw Zhi Yan's face clearly reflected in his black pupils: "Aren't you as afraid of me as the daytime?"
He was suspicious of me, but I couldn't panic, the more panic I became, the easier it would be for flaws, so I calmly responded to his doubts: "Master, I'm so scared."
Mo Qing: "..."
The side hall fell into silence for a moment. I cleared my throat and didn't want him to continue to meditate: "Master, I took a nap earlier and dreamed of Lu Zhaoyao again."
"Yeah." He turned around, walked slowly to a chair beside him and sat down, not as majestic as the one sitting on the main hall just now, he grabbed a plaything in his hand, "How is she in her dream?"
I babbled all over the sky: "It's okay, just stand. But Master, I don't think it's the way to keep her in my dreams." I approached Mo Qing step by step, "She is in the dark, you are in the light, no matter what you do We've lost the opportunity, let's find her first."
Mo Qing then looked up at me and looked at me: "Can you find her?"
"It's not possible now." I walked to the chair beside Mo Qing and sat down slowly. There was only a square table between him. I leaned over halfway and tried my best to make my breath blow Mo Qing's. On the temples, "Maybe if there are some books for me to consult, maybe I can find the method of the predecessors."
I firmly believe that Mo Qing has a good impression of Zhi Yan's body, otherwise it would not have been so easy for me to fool me twice before.
But as I got closer and closer to his cheek, an invisible wall separated him and me. I pressed my face against it, squeezing a bit ugly, so I had to back away angrily.
He didn't look at me, but concentrated on playing with the things in his hand: "Tell me how she stood there, with what kind of look and attitude."
Mo Qing, this clown and eight monsters, is so strange that I can't understand it. Why does he care about such a biased point? I rolled my eyes and said, "Just... floating in the air with no expression."
"Didn't she let you burn paper?"
"Ah... yes."
"Never complained about the lack of money? Didn't ask to continue? What about tomorrow? No more burning?"
Yes... The money is too little to kill, it will definitely continue tomorrow, and I have to find a way to let others burn it for me, it is absolutely impossible if I don't burn it! I answered these few words in my heart, and when I looked up, I saw Mo Qing staring straight into my eyes...
I suddenly remembered a long time ago. At that time, I hadn't established Wanlu Gate. I just ran out of Chenji Mountain and saved Mo Qing, who was a little boy by mistake. I took him all the way. He has never been taciturn, wearing a black cloak that is much bigger than him, covering his face and refusing to show it easily.
And one night, I drank too much and found an inn to live in the village at the foot of Chenji Mountain. I woke up in a daze at night and wanted to touch the water to drink. A small hand next to me hugged my head and brought water to my lips.
I saw his face, covered with blue marks, scary enough to make the scalp tingle.
He found that I was looking at him, and the water was not finished, so he was eager to withdraw his hands. In a hurry, the bowl was broken and the water was spilled. He silently shrank to one side, and covered his face in a hurry.
But I didn't remember the shape of the ink marks on his face, only his eyes: "Like filled with bright stars."
I was like... that's how I described it.
This scene was originally sealed in the dust of my accumulated memory, until I saw him now, the dust cloth of memory was lifted and shaken, and it became clear.
I shrank back, avoiding his eyes unconsciously...
In the trance, there was an illusion, as if his too clear eyes had seen the soul.