Chapter 321 Bury in the Heart

On the snowy mountain, the snow is flying, and the magnificent and solemn hall stands quietly. The surrounding is full of rare beast stone carving totems more and more ferocious in the wind and snow, making this holy place in the hearts of the people of theliao people more solemn and not to be devious.

In front of the towering palace with heavy eaves and nine ridges, a figure was sitting quietly in the wind and snow, and the snowflakes were scattered down, which had already covered him.

"Ah!"

A roar came from the roaring north wind, and then I saw the snow flying all over the sky. With red eyes, Yang Yanzhao's fists fell fiercely. The thick snow sank down, and a little red color was stained on the stone steps under the snow.

"You can't break this seal."

A figure appeared quietly, standing on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, and his white gown danced with the wind, as if he were a snowflakes on the ground that day.

Light and dust-free.

Without making a sound, Yang Yanzhao gasped and said in a low voice for a long time, "I'm going down the mountain."

Looking at the vast white area, Ye Luming sighed, "Why bother to insist on the joys and sorrows of this world? With hatred all day long, it will only cover your heart and not get the way of the day and the earth."

"I want to go down the mountain."

Yang Yanzhao still gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

Hearing this, Ye Luming looked down at him, and then shook his head and said, "Even if you go, what if you go? All the evildoers who assassinated you that day have been killed, and those who did not show up were scared out of courage and disappeared."

"As for..."

After a little pause, Ye Luming continued to say faintly, "As for Ye Lu Xiu, with your current skills, you can't kill him at all. It's better to have a good understanding in your Dharma Hall, forget these common things, and ask with all your heart.

"I will go down the mountain."

He said in a low voice. Yang Yanzhao got up from the cold and piercing steps and walked to his strange Dharma Hall. He was haggard, like a flowing cloud swaying in the sky with the wind, lonely and cold.

In the hall, the stove was very warm. On top of the futon sat Zuo Posha, who didn't know when he came. When she saw Yang Yanzhao coming in, her face was still a little pale. She opened her eyes and said, "I'll go with you."

"Why?"

Yang Yanzhao left these two words, turned around and walked into the inner hall to change the wet jacket. When he came out, the woman looked up and said firmly, "I like Mo'er."

"Good."

There were not many words between the two, so they reached the first cooperation since they met. Although they still didn't like each other, they had a common enemy because of Chen Moer's death.

With Yang Yanzhao's consent, Zuo Posi didn't stay much, so he wanted to leave. When he turned around, something was thrown in his cuffs. "The Taoism of the ancestors is unfathomable, and his seal is very untiable. This is the most basic formula for the cultivation of this religion. If you have nothing to do, you may be able to help."

After saying that, Zuo Po Si left. Yang Yanzhao pulled the silky brocade silk in his hand and immediately unfolded, and saw a line of beautiful small words.

"The phase of yin and yang, the omen of the lind, the tortoise and the hexagram, the main choice of the five divination. Knowing its good or bad luck, the witch is lame. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers all have spirits, and birds and beasts are also Tao. The blood and heart meridian pass through the five elements, and the snowy sea of Dantian distinguishes yin and yang, feels the underworld of heaven and earth, gets the magic of all things, can do everything invisible, and dances to surrender to the gods.

After reading these, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, paced in the hall, meditating these words, and trying to think about the meaning.

This practice of witchcraft seems to be very similar to that of the Taoist and Buddhist families. They all focus on understanding the way of heaven and earth, the five elements of the universe, and the yin and yang occupy each other. This is consistent with what Master Geng Yuanfu said. The world's martial arts are all of the same origin.

A few days ago, Yang Yanzhao integrated the true qi of the two schools of Taoist Buddha in his body into one, and breaking through the realm of imperial qi verified this truth.

However, since it can establish a sect and inherit it for thousands of years, it must still have its own uniqueness. Taoism has no cultivation of mind, and Buddhism crosses the world in the air. These are all different from ordinary people.

And this witch religion uses blood to communicate with the world, and uses totems to improve its cultivation, which is its uniqueness.

For a moment, Yang Yanzhao seemed to have some inexplicable and unclear ideas in his mind. He quickly stuffed the brocade in his hand into his arms, sat on the futon, closed his eyes and realized it.

"Huh..."

A turbid breath exhaled, and before the seal in Dantian was brighter, every ancient text and strange pattern was floating around the lotus.

Although I still haven't found a way to crack the seal, I don't know why Yang Yanzhao felt a little relaxed. The kind of pleasure that comes from the bottom of the heart, without distracting thoughts, as if every pore is breathing.

Is it the influence of this formula?

Yang Yanzhao took out the brocade in his arms and looked at it for a long time before he raised his head. At this time, it was dark outside the hall, and there was no sight. The wind and snow that devouring the world roared, which made people's hearts numb.

Two days later, on the top of the snowy mountain, Ye Luming stood with his hands and stared at the wind and snowy sky in the distance. After a long time, he sighed, "If you can't kill him this time, you will be killed by him. But if you kill him, I will naturally take your life. What's the pain? It's better to stay in the snowy mountains and practice at ease to prove the way of heaven.

"You have been in the snowy mountains for so many years, and you still have enmity and hatred."

A cold voice came from his ear, and Ye Luming suddenly felt that his words were stuffed. At this moment, he also felt that he was a little hypocritical. He persuaded Yang Yanzhao to give up hatred, but he had not been able to step out of this circle over the years.

When he was speechless, the stubborn and thin figure passed by him, with inviolable pride, melted into the wind and snow, and went further and further down the mountain.

"Brother, you go too. It's better not to let him have contact with Yelu Xiu."

Hearing the words, Zuo Po's eyes were full of struggles. Finally, he lowered his head and answered, and his body floated down like goose feather crystal snow, leaving with Yang Yanzhao.

The dark clouds in the sky seem to be torn apart in an instant, pouring down one after another, flying between heaven and earth, making the wind and snow better than before.

The endless wilderness is full of enchanting white.

"Drive!"

A rough Wupeng carriage is galloping in the snow. Yang Yanzhao, who is driving, flies the whip in his hand from time to time and beats the dark horse that has run away.

The carriage was bought in the village at the foot of the mountain. Without cultivation, Yang Yanzhao certainly could not gallop 500 miles as easily as Zuo Po.

And the young man who can drive a car is cold and can't find a driver. Although Zuo Pos is good at martial arts, how can she drive a carriage all day long?

What's more, Yang Yanzhao would not lose his face and let a girl come to drive the car, so he sat on the car, danced the whip from time to time, and became a driver.

The horse was not as good as last time, and it lacked a lot in speed and endurance, but Yang Yanzhao kept whipping and finally entered the capital on the eve of sunset.

When he entered the city, the speed slowed down. The carriage swayed gently and walked on the sparsely populated street. Zuo Posha, who was sitting in the car and meditated with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a strong murderous atmosphere around him.

Although her cultivation has not reached the level of deciduous leaves and flying flowers, she can still clearly sense that there are no suspicious people within a radius of more than ten feet.

In this way, this murderous atmosphere may only be released by Yang Yanzhao, who is driving.

For unknown reasons, Zuo Poqi picked up the corner of the curtain and looked out of the car. Immediately, her eyes formed a layer of ice, and her jade hand clenched the curtain tightly.

Not far away, a section is cold and empty, and the vendors with stalls around them seem to be deliberately far away. Although it is covered with snow, faint blood can still be seen.

The night ten days ago, it was here. The lively and lovely Chen Moer went with the wind like falling snow. In the future, the laughter like the clear valley birds could no longer be heard.

Thinking of this, Zuo Posa only felt that his chest was very sour. Unconsciously, tears were in his eyes, which made his eyes more and more hazy. In a faint time, he seemed to see the cheerful figure running towards her.

"Oh..."

There was a low roar in my ear. The carriage stopped and called back Zuo Po's thoughts. Looking out, it arrived at the house where he had lived before.

He tried his best to squeeze his red eyes and took a deep breath. Zuo Posa jumped out of the carriage, and Yang Yanzhao beside him came forward and knocked on the door.

It took a long time for someone to respond. Seeing that it was Yang Yanzhao, the subordinate retreated aside in a panic and whispered, "It's good for the adult to come back safely, but it scares the villain."

That night, the news that Yang Yanzhao was assassinated, seriously injured and sent to the snowy mountain in a coma has been known to everyone. Although it was under the hands of pagan people, the market rumors connected the matter with the previously forgotten hunting. Even if you don't believe that the newly sealed Yu Yue is such a small-bellied chicken intestine, the most indispensable thing in rumors is random speculation. Therefore, after a few days, it has been rumored, and the servants who buy vegetables on the streets of the house can also hear it. Careful, coupled with Yang Yanzhao's failure to return for several days, he immediately believed it more and more.

Entering the house, several servants who heard the news all looked happy. Yang Yanzhao glanced at them and asked softly, "Where is Housekeeper Chen?"

The people looked at each other. The man who opened the door before bowed and said, "The night the adult disappeared, the housekeeper Chen disappeared. Until now, I haven't seen him. The villain and others thought he was with the adults in private."

There are no white funerals in the house. It seems that Housekeeper Chen took Moer away, and they don't know about it.

When Yang Yanzhao waved his hand and retreated from these servants, Zuo Po, who was standing aside, slowly said, "Housekeeper Chen is a master. After you fell into a coma, you were taken to the carriage. It was he who took the end from your arms. The powerful breath is far above you and me. And these days, all the secret evil churches around Bianliang City have been lifted, and there are dead people everywhere. I think he did it.

Sure enough, Housekeeper Chen is a master, but why does he always pretend to be timid? Yang Yanzhao can't figure it out and can't see through it.

"What are you going to do now?"

Zuo Posa asked what she was most concerned about. Seeing Yang Yanzhao silent, she couldn't help but continue, "In two days, it will be the celebration of Yelu Xiuge's sealing of Yue. At that time, he will definitely travel across the horse to Beijing."

Speaking of this, Zuo Po said silently. Of course, Yang Yanzhao understood what she meant and lowered his head and answered, "That day was also the anniversary of his death."

The voice was so cold that she couldn't help trembling.