Chapter 319 Qin Xiao

According to legend, the first generation of the founder of the Jiaye Temple was a wandering monk who traveled the world with a big iron chain hanging around his neck. He got lost in Mount Xumi and was trapped for ten days and half a month. When he was about to starve to death, he sat under the old Bodhi tree on Guanzizai Peak and waited for ascension.

It was under that tree that the old monk actually became a Buddha.

Of course, this is one-sided from the Jiaye Temple and cannot be taken as accurate.

In any case, the founder must have had an adventure in the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak.

When this dark old monk who once went door to door with an iron chain hanging on his head appeared again, it was decades later. He exuded a solemn Buddha light all over his body, and his Buddhist magical powers were even more unfathomable. He created the Jiaye Temple lineage in Mount Xumi.

As for the past events, it was even more mysterious. According to what the founder of the Jiaye Temple told others, he entered a fantasy world and did not stay there for long. When he woke up, a hundred years had passed outside his body.

It is in line with the saying in the world of cultivation, there is no Jiazi in the mountains, but there are thousands of years in the world.

For some reason, Yun Qiyou suddenly remembered this legend in her mind. She looked at the Guanzizai Peak standing in the distance in the darkness, and then looked at the Wanfo Peak on the other side. Then, she used her body skills to fly to Guanzizai Peak.

Ye Xiaochuan is so beautiful now. Since Xuanying talked about a lot of great truths in a muddle, and after seeing the green-haired zombie, he thought he had seen through the essence of cultivators and felt a sense of transcendence.

Don't worry about it, because now he doesn't even want to practice the classics on the cliff wall, let alone the ghost cultivation classics.

Now he is refreshed and eats everything he wants. He fell asleep as soon as he returned to the ice cave to make up for the sleep he missed in the past few days.

Xuanying saw that Ye Xiaochuan really fell asleep very quickly, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

According to her original intention, she wanted Ye Xiaochuan to break the limitations of the righteous and evil sects, but the result seemed to not only fail to meet her expectations, but also dragged Ye Xiaochuan further and further away from the path of cultivation.

She didn't understand human nature, and she didn't understand what the extremely emotional Ye Xiaochuan wanted.

Originally, she had rarely shown kindness in thousands of years, and she had intended to guide him based on that ghost art, but she didn't expect it to turn out like this, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Before digging out his heart, Xuanying's temperament was very similar to Yun Qiyou, lonely, indifferent, and unsociable, as if he was born to cultivate Taoism.

In her opinion, longevity and eternity are the craziest pursuits in everyone's heart, and it is worth sacrificing everything to achieve this goal.

After Ye Xiaochuan was comforted by her, he became more and more disgusted with cultivation, so she was very confused.

Seeing Ye Xiaochuan sleeping like a dead pig with a stalactite in his arms, she didn't say anything and turned around and left the ice cave.

It is very dark in the mountains tonight. There are dark clouds in the sky covering the moon, but it seems that it will not rain for a while.

There is a Bodhi tree growing on the shady mountain wall behind Guanzizai Peak. Its branches are all over the steep stone wall. The branches and leaves are very lush. It seems that there are many Bodhi fruits growing between the branches and vines.

There is no Bodhi tree. To put it bluntly, the original form of the Bodhi tree is a vine-like plant. As time goes by, the vine becomes thicker and forms a crooked tree.

This Bodhi tree on the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak does not receive any sunlight all year round. In this case, it grows even slower. It is estimated that it is much slower than the ancient sacred tree on the back mountain of Lunhui Peak.

Looking at this posture, it will take thousands of years for the Bodhi tree to grow into this style.

Xuanying sat on a small tree branch as light as catkins. The surroundings were very quiet, just as quiet as he remembered thousands of years ago.

She took out the Huangquan Biluo Xiao that she had snatched from Ye Xiaochuan from her waist, and began to play the tune in the dark back mountain.

It was also a fluke. Two hours ago, the hundreds of monks from Jiaye Temple had returned to the temple and gave up wasting time on Mount Xumi, otherwise the sound of the flute would definitely be discovered soon.

The sound of the flute was very beautiful, like the sound of nature. She had no human emotions, but the sound of the flute she played seemed to be very emotional.

It was tender and touching, like a woman who missed her lover far away, whispering to herself in the dark night.

When Yun Qiyou came to the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak, she heard the sound of the flute. Her eyes condensed. It was very strange. The sound of the flute was nearby, but with her Taoism, she couldn't feel which direction the sound of the flute came from.

It was like the scene when she first met Master Uncle Yun in the grove outside Hanyang City happened again.

Here, at this time, there was actually a flute sound, and Yun Qiyou's heart almost stopped beating.

Women's intuition is always so accurate, making people feel that it is inexplicably accurate.

She felt that the sound of the flute was related to Xuanying, but no matter how she tried to find it with her telekinesis and mental power, she could not find the specific location of the other party.

The sound of the flute seemed to come from her soul.

At this moment, the demon-suppressing ancient zither in the zither bag behind her seemed to be a little unstable.

The zither and flute sounded in harmony. In the past, the zither and flute of Fairy Yaoqin and Old Man Huangquan played countless amazing and brilliant songs.

Huangquan Biluo Xiao and the demon-suppressing ancient zither were like Zhan Chen and Wu Feng. There was already a slight sense of induction between them.

Yun Qiyou was very courageous. She guessed that the sound of the flute might be related to Xuanying. She also knew that if she met Xuanying, she would probably be killed in an instant, but she still did not retreat.

On the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak, on a large protruding rock, Yun Qiyou sat cross-legged, Zhan Chen was placed by her side, and the demon-suppressing ancient zither was taken out of the zither bag and placed on her knees.

Zheng...

She tuned the strings, and suddenly the clear and melodious sound of the piano rang out in the darkness.

At the same time, the sound of the flute coming from an unknown direction in the darkness suddenly stopped, as if it was disturbed by something.

Yun Qiyou took a deep breath, and eight slender white fingers like ivory gently plucked the strings, and suddenly a beautiful and moving melody sounded.

"The Demon-Suppressing Guqin?"

Xuanying, who was sitting lightly on a branch of the Bodhi tree, frowned.

For others, this sound of the piano may just be very nice and moving, but her experience and knowledge are almost unmatched in the world.

What's more, the moment the sound of the piano just sounded, she immediately felt the Huangquan Biluo Xiao on her lips react.

In the world, only the Demon-Suppressing Guqin, which had played with Huangquan Biluo Xiao countless times, could touch the spirit of Huangquan Biluo Xiao.

Of course she knew in who had the Demon-Suppressing Guqin now. That night outside Zhuxian Town, Yun Yizi only held an unparalleled sword and did not carry the Demon-Suppressing Guqin with him. Moreover, it was absolutely impossible for Yun Yizi to be playing the Guqin at this moment. Therefore, there must be someone else playing the Guqin in the back mountain of Guanzizai Peak of Mount Xumi tonight.