Moon Emperor

Chapter 8
I saw Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, but turned around and said: "Senior, do we still have a chance to meet each other in the future?"

Su Yan just said indifferently: "If there is a fate, we will meet again; if there is no fate, we will be strangers if we pass by."

Xiaofeng thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Xinzheng on the side saw it and persuaded it in a timely manner, "Laugh at the benefactor, the way of magic is not easy to walk, if there is a chance in the future, it is not too late to put down the butcher knife."

Xiao Feng smiled, "Let's talk about it." As soon as the words fell, he rolled up a gust of black wind and disappeared into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the killing god was finally sent away, Su Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, he couldn't completely relax yet, so he looked at Lian Yue first.

Lianyue seemed to know what Su Yan was thinking, she bowed again, and said: "Senior, if you have time in the future, you can come to Zhaokong Mountain Wuyou Valley as a guest at any time, and I will sweep the couch up and down to wait for you. Half a snub."

Su Yan also nodded slightly, but said nothing.

"The chance to meet each other is also due to fate?" Although Lian Yue knew the result, she still couldn't help asking.

This time, seeing the handsome young man on the opposite side with the same expression, she already knew the result, so she had no choice but to turn around and leave with a little regret.

When Lian Yue passed by Monk Xinzheng's side, he also persuaded: "Benefactor Lian Yue, today I should have taken you back to the temple to suppress you, let you listen to the Dharma day and night, and kill your fierceness. But since there are seniors here Therefore, it is not good for me to do anything to you again, I just hope that you will remember the kindness of senior's guidance today, and don't do evil things again."

Lian Yue chuckled, "Monk, I think you should thank me for not teaming up with Xiao Feng today, otherwise it's uncertain who will capture who~"

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for the other party's rebuttal, but a colorful cloud was born under her feet, and she flew away in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

Su Yan looked at the white-browed old monk again, and saw the other party put his palms together and bowed again, "Amitabha, senior, do you really have nothing to do with my Buddhism?"

Su Yan didn't speak, just looked at him like this.

So Xinzheng had no choice but to smile bitterly, "Your junior is being abrupt, I hope that senior will be free in the future, and you can come to visit me at Mingjing Temple in Qixia Mountain. The temple has preserved Buddhist treasures handed down from ancient times. Maybe you will be interested."

Su Yan didn't ask what Buddha treasure it was, but just responded lightly.

Seeing this, Duan Laosan, who was in a coma before mentioning it, left the mountain temple as if shrinking into an inch, and quickly disappeared on the way down the mountain.

People go, the temple is empty, this dilapidated mountain temple seems to be the same as before, still the same fire, still the old and the young.

Except for the disappearance of the statue of the mountain god, the reduction of the fire, and the messy footprints left in the temple, everything is so natural.

But Su Yan only felt extremely tired, and just wanted to bow his head and fall into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Uncle Yan had quieted down, he still felt a little unbelievable that such a catastrophe could be passed through like this? ?And my own young master, is he really my own young master?
I saw Su Yan slowly getting up, carrying his bag on his back, "Uncle Yan, let's go, it's time for us to go on the road."

His tone sounded so natural, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, hey!" Uncle Yan didn't ask any more questions, but just picked up the bamboo basket and walked ahead to lead the way as usual.

To be honest, Su Yan himself did not expect to be able to survive the catastrophe in this way today. Seeing that he could not completely convince Xiao Feng, he still wanted to persuade Lian Yue to side with the monk with rhetoric.

This is not impossible. After all, even a cultivator of the evil way is well aware of the ruthless habit of the devil's cubs. In comparison, the promise of the white-browed monk is naturally more credible.

The road ahead should be smooth sailing.

After one day and one night, in the land of Bashu, at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

Since ancient times, Taoism has said that there are caves and blessed places, and Mount Qingcheng is one of the top ten caves. Its circumference is two thousand miles, and it is also known as "Baoxian Jiushitian".

Moreover, there are many mountains in Shu, and there have been various fairy tales circulating since ancient times, which adds a bit of mystery to Qingcheng Mountain.

After finally reaching the foot of the mountain, Su Yan and the two of them did not set foot on the mountain path like other pedestrians and tourists. Su Yan first took out a blue and simple jade pendant and handed it to Uncle Yan.

The front of this pendant is engraved with the word [Qingcheng], the handwriting is vigorous, and there are strands of Taoist rhyme flowing in it. On the back is a simple and profound Taoist palace, which faintly shows the vicissitudes of life that have not been easy for thousands of years.

Uncle Yan injected true energy into it calmly, which immediately made the jade pendant emit a faint blue light.

Not long after, on the mountain road leading to Mount Qingcheng, a middle-aged Taoist priest flew over with a whisk in his hand. His footsteps seemed uneasy, but he had already reached the foot of the mountain from the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Su Yan's face was a little pale, a little paler than the day before, but even though Uncle Yan was a little excited, he still looked calm and indifferent.

But when the kind-faced Taoist floated over, he had just bowed to the two of them, and before he could speak, Su Yan's eyes darkened, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Uncle Yan was in a turbulent mood, and he couldn't help his young master for a while, and the middle-aged Taoist priest was a little caught off guard, so the two hurriedly helped Su Yan up.

The Taoist checked his pulse and breath, looked at his complexion, and said: "Don't worry, it's just that your body is a little weak. I see that the two guests are full of dust, why don't you go to the Taoist temple to have a rest?"

Uncle Yan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head hastily when he heard the words, "No, no, please send the two of us into the Qingcheng Mountain Gate. We are being chased and killed now, so we must not delay!"

Yes, the well-known Qingcheng Mountain in front of you, although there are Changdao Temple, Shangqing Palace and other places on the mountain, and the incense is quite prosperous, but it is not the real Qingcheng Palace where the fairy gate is, at best it is only the periphery of Qingcheng Palace.

Originally, people who worshiped the mountain would go to the Taoist temple to pass a post and drink a cup of tea. But at this moment, Uncle Yan is in such a mood. You have to really enter the fairy mountain gate before you can rest assured.

"Pursuing?" The middle-aged Taoist frowned, "Have you asked the guest what to call? Why is there a token of my sect on him?"

There are three grades of tokens in Qingcheng Palace, and the two people have the highest grade, otherwise the Taoist wouldn't have rushed here as soon as he sensed the breath of tokens.

Although Uncle Yan was eager, he was not unreasonable, so he explained immediately.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was serious, he immediately ordered his brothers to come over to help, and quickly notified the mountain gate.

Not long after, a Taoist Zhike from the mountain gate came with a crane
(End of this chapter)