Chapter 7 Mystery

The ancestral temple of Qingyun Mountain is still shrouded between the pines and cypresses, and the huge figure is looming, but this silence was soon broken by the chaotic footsteps. A large group of people under Qingyunmen quickly rushed to this holy place to sacrifice the predecessors of Qingyun ancestors in previous dynasties.

Looking outside, it seemed that everything was still as quiet as usual, but before walking to the ancestral hall, both the puzzled disciples of Tongtianfeng and the anxious Su Ru stopped in astonishment.

The ancestral hall surrounded by pines and cypresses, the solemn holy land of the ancestors, is scattered everywhere at this moment, and it is chaotic.

At the gate of the huge ancestral hall, the original red paint gate was broken, and even the appearance of the door was ugly. In front of everyone, it was just a bigger and more dazzling ferocious hole.

On the outer wall of the ancestral hall, almost all the windows were shaken down, and countless large or small holes appeared on the wall. The solemn ancestral hall was full of holes, which was terrible. Only the darkness in the depths of the ancestral hall still seemed to ignore the faint light from the falling windows and countless holes. Gently diffused in the ancestral hall.

"It's not easy!"

Su Ru was the first to react, and she didn't care why the ancestral temple suffered such a huge change. She flashed and rushed in, hoping to see the people she wanted to see. Master Shuiyue, Elder Yang, Elder Fan and others also chased in.

In the ancestral hall, as well as the outside, it seemed to have suffered a huge impact. Everything that was once heavily damaged was destroyed, the flat slate was broken, and the huge glazed oil bottle was broken. Even when everyone went to the most sacred place, after the huge table was split in half, the countless spiritual positions of the ancestors of Qingyunmen that had been worshipped were scattered all over the ground. At a glance, I don't know how many spiritual cards were beaten in half or even more by some mysterious power.

It's just that except for the mess, everyone can't see a single person.

Su Ru's face was pale and her body was about to fall. Master Shuiyue frowned, took a step, hugged her in her arms, and comforted her in a low voice. Then she turned her head to Xiao Yicai, who was following the crowd, and said, "What's going on here? And where is Brother Daoxuan?"

Xiao Yi had a bitter face. Until now, his surprised look had not retreated. He said, "Uncle, as soon as I came here just now, I saw this scene. As for the teacher, he has been reciting in the ancestral temple almost every day for the past month. I really didn't expect where else he would go besides here?

Master Shuiyue's eyes became more and more worried, and he wanted to stop talking. At this moment, a soft sound suddenly came from the side. Everyone present was a profound person, and almost immediately heard the sound.

"There is someone." Elder Yang quickly judged that the voice was from behind the huge interrupted table.

Su Ru, who was weak all over, was suddenly shocked, and a trace of joy flashed in her eyes. She stood up straight and shouted, "It's not easy, is it you?"

Some disciples had already run over and worked together to turn the table open. I don't know which generation of ancestors passed down the table. It was huge, thick and extremely heavy. Although those disciples also had some Taoism, they actually had a few joint efforts to turn over the table.

After opening, a figure appeared under the rubble and made a low moan at the same time.

Everyone was overjoyed and surrounded, but after a moment, they were stunned again. This person was not Tian Buyi, nor was it the head of Qingyunmen, but Lin Jingyu, the disciple of Longshoufeng, who had been guarding the spirit in the ancestral hall.

Half of his clothes were stained with blood, and he was obviously injured, and the injury was not serious. His face was also extremely pale. It seemed that he was still in a coma, and he had no reaction to the people who knelt beside him and called him at this moment.

The joy on Su Ru's face slowly disappeared, and then she was replaced by greater worry and anxiety. Master Shuiyue stood beside her and comforted her softly. Elder Yang's face was pale and he looked around. The ancestral temple of Qingyunmen is one of the most important places in Qingyunmen, which can be compared with the Huanyue Cave. This scene has been reduced to such a scene, which has never happened in thousands of years, and more importantly, the two most important people in Qingyunmen seem to have disappeared.

"Nephew Xiao," Elder Yang turned his head to Xiao Yicai and said, "Are you sure the head brother is here?"

Xiao Yi looked at the unconscious Lin Jingyu, and his face slowly calmed down. He meditated for a moment and said, "Yes, for a period of time, the teacher has indeed only been in this ancestral temple. Usually, the disciples ask him for advice, and they are all here."

Elder Yang was obviously a little upset and didn't know what to do for a while.

Xiao Yicai coughed twice, slowly approached Elder Yang, lowered his voice, and whispered, "Uncle Yang, this matter should not be delayed. So many brothers gathered here to see that the ancestral hall of the Holy Land was damaged, which was harmful and useless. And listening to what Uncle Su Rusu said, Uncle Tian Buyi of the benefactor and Dazhufeng's Uncle Tian seems to have hidden feelings. I'm afraid it has something to do with what happened here. Why don't we let them quit first, and then make a decision?

Elder Yang woke up, nodded repeatedly, and then said, "I don't do much about these things. The boss has always believed in you, and you usually take care of everything. Now you have to make a decision!" After saying that, he shook his head and sighed, walked aside and discussed in a low voice with Elder Fan, who was standing aside.

Xiao Yicai nodded to Elder Yang, which was regarded as receiving the order. Then he turned around and said loudly, "Uncles, brothers and sisters, the ancestral temple has suddenly suffered a great disaster here recently. I'm afraid that there is an invasion by an external enemy, so I just came here. The so-called lost sheep can be repaired, I can't sit back and wait to die," Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows and said to one of the disciples of Tianfeng next to him, "Brother Qin, you take ten people and immediately go to the periphery of the ancestral hall to guard it. No one is allowed to come in. In case there To me."

A tall man came out of Tong Tianfeng's disciples and said solemnly, "Yes." After saying that, he turned around and greeted the left and right, and even the index immediately walked out quickly.

At this moment, the ancestral temple was quiet, and only Xiao Yi stood in the middle. Although there were still several elders next to him who were taller than him, at this moment, it seemed that he was the backbone of Qingyunmen.

Xiao Yicai said again, "Brother Chang!"

"In." A man came out with a firm face, but he once took Zhang Xiaofan and others to the mountain to meet martial arts, and had a battle with Song Dayen, the eldest disciple of Dazhufeng.

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "Brother Chang, the most important thing at the time is to find a benefactor. With him in charge of the overall situation, he is not afraid of anything. Although there seems to be a big event here, the teacher is omnipotent and invincible in the world, and ordinary demons must not infringe on him. You bring 80 people... No, the more people, the better. You take 150 people and look for them from top to bottom from Tongtian Peak. You have looked for the front of the mountain and the back of the mountain. Don't miss the slightest clue.

Chang Jian was deeply worried. Obviously, he knew that although Xiao Yicai said well before, the most important thing was the last sentence. At present, he did not hesitate. After answering in a low voice, he quickly greeted everyone and went out. Seeing that the number is obviously not enough for what Xiao Yicai said, most of them still have to go to Qianshan to dispatch troops.

As soon as this large group of people left, the ancestral temple was obviously empty. Roughly, there were only a few elders and Xiao Yicai, as well as Wen Min, who was behind Master Shuiyue, and finally Lin Jingyu, who was still in a coma.

Xiao Yi sighed, turned around and saluted the elders, and whispered, "Uncles, there is a big change in Qingyunmen today. The disciple is at the moment of the opportunity to break it. If there is anything inappropriate, please punish me."

Su Ru and Master Shuiyue didn't say anything. Elder Yang nodded and said, "Nephew Xiao, you don't have to be modest. You did a good job just now. Now what else do we old men need to do? Just tell me. You're welcome."

Xiao Yi pondered for a moment and said, "Now that the situation is unclear, we still need to be careful. Several uncles, please go back to their respective mountains. In case, they can take care of their respective veins. It's a pity that the brother Lin of Longshoufeng is still unconscious. Otherwise, we will ask him, I'm afraid we can know everything. After all, he was the only one present at that time.

Everyone frowned together, and they were all worried. At this moment, Su Ru slowly calmed down under the comfort of Master Shuiyue. After all, Tian Buyi was not there. Although he was worried, there was still hope after all, so she was not so nervous. Listening to Xiao Yicai's arrangement all the way, she was so confused that she only hoped that nothing would happen to Tian Buyi.

At this moment, she glanced at Lin Jingyu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly frowned and shouted softly, "Huh!"

Master Shuiyue stood beside her and said in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

Su Ru pointed to Lin Jingyu and said, "There seems to be something in his hand?"

Everyone was shocked. Xiao Yi quickly walked to Lin Jingyu and turned his body over gently. Sure enough, he pressed in his right hand under him and grasped a rectangular black board tightly. Xiao Yi just reached out to get it. Unexpectedly, the board did not move. Although Lin Jingyu was in a coma, somehow he grabbed the board tightly and did not relax at all.

Everyone was puzzled when they saw it.

Elder Fan walked aside, turned around, and suddenly said, "This board seems to be the ancestor's spiritual card!"

Master Shuiyue stared at it and nodded and said, "Yes, it's a spiritual card."

It took Xiao Yi a long time to slowly break off Lin Jingyu's tightly grasped finger and take out this spiritual card that seemed to be extremely important to him. Everyone gathered around. As a witness of this change, Lin Jingyu cares so much about this spiritual card, which obviously has a lot to do with it. Unexpectedly, at a glance, everyone was stunned, and then looked at each other.

Although this spirit card is the same size as other spirit cards and is also painted black, it is still a complete spirit card, and it is completely empty.

This is actually a wordless spiritual card!

Then who is the spiritual seat it is dedicated in this solemn ancestral temple?

Who put it to enjoy the incense with the ancestors of all dynasties? Since it was put on, why didn't you write the name?

Lin Jingyu grabbed the wooden card and refused to let go even if he was seriously injured and in a coma. What does it mean?

All kinds of doubts seem to linger in everyone's hearts.

Southern Xinjiang, 100,000 mountains, Zhenmo Ancient Cave.

Legend is a very strange thing. First of all, the legend itself does not seem to be reliable, but because some things seem to have a reason to pass on, people pass it on by word of mouth, or some literati take notes. Secondly, the longer the legend spreads, the more the legend itself will gradually change. The people and things in those years gradually become completely different. Under the addition of countless people and the grinding of time, who still remembers the truth of that year?

Who else cares?

So the legend finally became a legend, just like the beautiful and gentle woman, slowly changing her face in the time.

After thousands of years, can you still recognize each other?

In the dark, the wind seems to be still, rampant and presumptuous, which seems to belong to the world outside the ancient cave, and in this dark world, everything is quiet.

This is the deepest part of the ancient cave of Zhenmo. At the beginning, the place where Heimu took the sacred artifacts of the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang and resurrected the body of the beast god. But today, the once boiling demonic atmosphere here has disappeared without a trace, leaving only silence and the occasional low gasp.

That's a gasp. From the deepest darkness, a little strange dark red light shines in this dark and illusory space.

The low roar suddenly sounded in the depths of the darkness, just where the gasp sounded, like a fierce beast with a strong uneasiness, and even some permission to hear the fear, grinning, angrily facing the red light.

The low gasp paused, as if something had appeased the strange beast in the dark. The roar gradually lowered and finally disappeared. Silence was restored in the cave. Only the strange dark red fire was still flashing, constantly flashing.

Suddenly, a woman's voice, pleasant to the ear, but it didn't seem to have any feelings, echoed in the cave indifferently: "Your glampant seems to have never been good for me!"

The space where this darkness is located seems to be really big. The woman's voice sounds like it's far away, floating around, empty, just listening to the source of the sound, just behind the dark red light.

Responding to this voice was a burst of calm laughter, "You don't have to care. It never believes in human beings."

The woman snorted and said, "What, does it already regard me as a human?"

"Roar", a low roar, passed in mid-air in an instant. In front of the dark red firelight, a flame suddenly lit up. It turned out to be a clumsy brazier, tripod bracket, and rust spots. I don't know how many years ago it was, but the fire burned in this brazier, and the So bright, just like the clothes after the flames.

Bright, silk clothes.

Beast God!

He sat on the ground between the flame and the shadow of darkness, leaning against the stone wall of a platform. The flame flashed, which made his face light and dark. He still had an indescribable strange enchanting feeling, but unlike when he was just resurre, his face was extremely pale, and he said that his face was like ashes Yes.

Under the firelight, the one who is close to him and snuggles up to him is the beast that describes strange and ferocious. At this moment, the gluttonous eyes were wide open, and he grinned slightly, revealing his terrible tusks. His mouth seemed to be constantly panting, viciously passing through the firelight of the brazier in front of him, staring at the dark red light in the distance that had become no longer visible.

Although the beast god's face is not good-looking, his expression is very calm, and there is even a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. He said, "You have been a monk for thousands of years. Don't you just want to be a person? If I say so, you should be happy."

The woman's voice was silent and she didn't say anything for the time being. Instead, the dark red fire suddenly lit up.

The glour seemed to be alert immediately, roaring in his mouth, staring at the dark red light.

The ignition light slowly moved, and the direction was exactly where the beast god was. The gluffian's face was more ferocious, and he slowly stood up. Suddenly, a hand stretched out next to him and patted Taoist's head gently. Then Taoist slowly calmed down.

The beast god withdrew his palm and looked back. The ignition light had slowly flown in front of him, like an eye, fixed not far in front of him and stared at him.

The Beast God looked at the dark red fire for a long time and suddenly smiled and said, "You and I have been friends for less than a thousand years. Although we can't say that we are friends of life and death, we are old friends!" Besides, I'm seriously injured at the moment. Why are you so wary of me?

The dark red fire flashed a few times, suddenly let out a sharp roar, and quickly retreated back. When it swept over the brazier, it even pressed down the flame in the brazier. The surroundings suddenly became dark, and after a moment, it returned to normal. At this time, the dark red fire had disappeared. In the dark.

The woman's cold voice sounded at the same time and said, "I don't believe you, just like your glour doesn't believe me."

The beast god looked at the darkness in front of him and suddenly laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, okay, well said it. It's just that I don't understand. Since you and I don't trust each other so much, why do you help me this time?

The woman said faintly, "Because what I want, now only you can give it to me."

The beast god smiled and said, "Just because of this, these ugly images engraved on the stone wall and the ground?"

He waved his hand. Although his smile was still there, the fatigue on his face seemed to be deeper.

The flame in the brazier suddenly rose and made a crackling sound. It turned out to be several times larger than the original. For a moment, it was full of light, and the surrounding temperature quickly became unbearable heat. However, whether it is the beast god, the glor, or the mysterious figure who is still hidden in the dark shadow, there is no reaction to these.

The flame burned and stretched slowly in the dark, as if there was a gradual life. Even the shape in the firelight began to slowly expand and change, gradually growing from the mass, and slowly condensing into the shape of a faint dragon.

In the dark, staring at the gradually forming fire dragon, the woman said slowly, "I remember that these ugly images have trapped you for countless years, right?"

The beast god smiled, but in the firelight, he could not tell whether he was smiling bitterly, sneered, or sneered...

Because at the moment he laughed, the fire dragon above the brazier had taken shape. He opened his teeth and claws in the flames, suddenly looked up to the darkness and let out a silent roar.

The blazing heat wave surged up like a wave almost at the same time, rushing around in an instant, rolling in and destroying everything in front of it. After the sea of fire, in the blazing fire, four patterns lit up one by one around the brazier, with rough lines and blood-red colors. In the painting, there are four different fierce and ferocious gods. After a while, four pattern stone carvings were lit up above the brazier and the left and right stone walls in turn, which were also roughly the same content.

These eight stone carving patterns are exactly the same as what Gui Li saw in the Xuanhuotan of Burning Valley that day.

Eight fierce mysterious fire array!