Fengyunlu

In the cycle of illusions, Bai Ximo once appeared in the illusion of Fairy Ji Yao...

"What's going on?" The picture suddenly stopped, Bai Ximo was confused, his eyes drifting away. "Xumei Palace?" He whispered to himself. The old monk in the picture was a monk from Xumi Palace, one of the five great imperial sects. His Buddhist name was Xuanyin. He was well versed in Buddhism and had been wandering around the world for many years, making great contributions to Xumi Palace.

The strange thing is that although Bai Ximo knew this old monk, he had never experienced the things in the picture, or even heard of them. This made Bai Ximo puzzled: "Is the treasure in this pool hinting at something?"

Just when Bai Ximo was confused, the scene appeared in the pool again. This time, he saw the scene of the desert. Bai Ximo guessed: "It seems that this matter is related to the desert."

In the picture, a roar was heard, followed by an unfamiliar scene. Bai Ximo quickly concentrated his mind, and saw the picture in the pool turning, and a black shadow appeared, cursing: "Old monk, if you dare to ruin my good deeds, go to hell!" The black shadow was surrounded by black fog, which looked extremely terrifying.

Before the black shadow finished speaking, he launched an attack. Bai Ximo saw the old monk with a bitter smile on his face: "I didn't expect that in just half a month, the donor has become more compatible with this devil flame. If it's too late, even if the head Buddha personally takes action, he can't save you."

As he spoke, the old monk's hands were not idle. The Buddhist beads in his hand flew into the air and instantly turned into eighteen huge Vajra Bodhi. At this time, the black shadow roared, and a magic blade appeared in his hand. The old monk and the black shadow started a fierce battle, and finally, the old monk defeated the black shadow with the Vajra Bodhi.

However, the black shadow was unwilling to accept defeat, and he activated the magic soldiers, triggering a fierce battle. The old monk tried his best, but was still hit by the black shadow and fell heavily to the ground. The scene ended here, and Bai Ximo was also full of doubts: "What on earth is going on?"

The old man tried hard to get up, but found that his body was completely out of control. His eyes went dark, his chest felt stuffy and hot, and his hands and feet gradually became cold. He tore open his clothes with difficulty and saw a two-finger-wide hole on the right side of his chest. Blood was dripping, and the temperature gradually turned from hot to cold.

"You, you are not that little donor..." The old monk suddenly understood something, laughed bitterly, and said it slowly.

"Hahaha...that's right! Monk, are you still going to chase him now?" The black shadow seemed very happy, as if his conspiracy had succeeded, and even the black mist on his body became excited.

"You have great magical skills, and I'm afraid you have a high status in the evil world. Now you are using the body of this little donor to act, I'm afraid you are targeting me? Also, the tragedy at Jinji Temple was also your conspiracy, right?" The old monk analyzed clearly, his eyes becoming more and more indifferent, and finally he even seemed calm. It was obvious that he was prepared.

“You, a monk, are not stupid, but compared to this kid, you are nothing. If you didn’t have the sacred wood jade on you, I wouldn’t bother with you.” The black shadow said sarcastically, not taking the old monk seriously at all.

The old monk couldn't argue, so he just asked calmly: "Your cultivation is so high, why don't you come in person and let me die with a convinced heart?"

The shadow sneered, "Hmph, don't try to trick me into showing up, monk. Let me tell you, I can't come now, otherwise those old guys from your Buddhist sect will be nothing in my eyes. I won't tell you about my true self."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, the old monk's eyes moved, as if he wanted to delay time: "Are you the demon shadow?"

"Hmph, you've seen through me. I didn't want to kill you originally, but now that you know my identity, I have no choice but to send you to see the Buddha." The black shadow spoke bluntly, his tone full of murderous intent.

The old monk continued to ask: "Forget it, I know I can't escape this fate. But you, Moying, are not an unknown person. You can kill me, but can you let this child go?"

"No." The black shadow flatly refused.

The old monk still didn't give up: "This place is not far from Fengsha Castle. If you don't agree, I will have to fight to the death. By then, I'm afraid that the Feng family will be alerted, and it will be difficult for you to escape."

The shadow snorted coldly, and then taunted: "Humph, do you think Feng Wanlin will fight for you? Don't forget how your Xumi Palace treated the Feng family. Feng Wanlin will take revenge. Not to mention that you die in the desert, even if you fall in front of the gate of Fengsha Castle, he will just have people throw you to the dogs."

Hearing this, the old monk nodded and said, "You are right, I did think too highly of myself. However, there is one thing you have not considered."

"Oh?" The black shadow looked at him curiously, wanting to see what he would say before he died.

The old monk raised a hand with great effort and pointed to the small sand dune next to him: "Moying, look at that female donor. She is wearing a purple cloud robe and holding a Qingping sword. These are all the belongings of the Great Emperor Cangyun. If you know these, you should know that even if you kill the eldest daughter of the Bai family in the desert, your backers can't protect you."

The shadow suddenly trembled, as if he was thinking about something, or weighing something. Finally, he seemed to give up something and slowly walked up to the old monk: "Old bald donkey, you are so insidious. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten about it. Now that you have said it, I can't keep her."

After saying this, he turned around and said to the small sand dune: "You two kids, you don't have to hide anymore. This old monk has already pleaded for you."

Two young men and women walked out from behind the sand dunes, looked at the old monk and the black shadow, and didn't know what to do.

The shadow sneered and said, "You two little kids are really lucky to have met this old monk."

After saying this, he waved his hand, and a black mist enveloped the old monk and the young couple. All that was left in the scene was the rolling yellow sand, and the black shadow and the old monk and the others had disappeared without a trace.

Bai Ximo frowned, wondering how these two children could appear here, and who they were...

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the woman in the picture say, "Bai Laoqi, why are you running?"

The man complained, "Sister, can you use your brain? Can't you see that those two people are going to kill someone?"

"Say it again!" the woman shouted.

"Shh..." The man made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Oh." The woman responded and then fell silent.

......

The picture suddenly stopped, and Bai Ximo was stunned, not understanding what happened next. He had never heard of the story in the painting, and the two children in the painting had never mentioned it. If it really happened, why didn't his brother-in-law Feng Wanlin mention it at the time? This happened in the desert, why did everyone seem to have never experienced it? Are these all illusions, true and false, just to confuse people?

Bai Ximo racked his brains, but still couldn't figure it out. The scene appeared again, still in the desert, with the old monk and the shadow confronting each other. Strangely, the previous scene appeared again, but there were two endings.

"Old monk, you are looking for death!" The black shadow suddenly went berserk, thrusting his knife into the sand dune, then chanted six seals, and his body shook violently. Then, black smoke came out of the black shadow's body and gathered on the knife, and he himself groaned in pain.

"Devil Flame Blade!" the old monk muttered, as if he couldn't believe it. Wasn't this thing sealed in the Thunder Pool? But the thing in front of him looked very similar.

The shadow did not give the old monk time to react and began to perform a blood sacrifice. The old monk's face changed drastically and he screamed in fear.

"Donor, let go!"

The old monk jumped away in panic, and the eighteen golden bodhisattvas beside him also flew over. They spun and turned into a three-meter-long golden lock, rushing into the black fog first, trying to tie up the black shadow.

The old monk finally arrived, and with his left hand he slashed at the black shadow like a knife, while his right hand, which glowed golden, snatched the knife from the black shadow.

"It's over, monk, it's too late! Hahahaha..."

A gust of wind rushed up into the sky, shaking the old monk and Jinsuo away. The shadow was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing huge waves. Black fog gushed out and instantly filled the surroundings. The black cloud above the shadow's head was also stirred into a whirlpool of inky light by something.

The vortex was only half a mile wide at first, but after a gust of fishy wind, it grew larger and larger. Soon, it covered the sky like a canopy, and it was bottomless.

Suddenly, a flash of dark light passed by, and thunder roared. A blood-red magic light descended from the center of the vortex, piercing straight into the thick fog where the black shadow was, and did not come out for a long time...

In the dark vortex, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were wailing, and the blood-colored magic light and the black shadow's energy intertwined, forming a strange picture. Seeing this, the old monk's heart sank, knowing that the power of this demon shadow was far beyond his imagination. He gritted his teeth and injected all his energy into the golden bodhi lock, trying to restrain the black shadow.

However, the black shadow seemed to be unconcerned about the old monk's attack. He sneered and swung the blood sacrifice knife in his hand. The blood-red light cut through the golden bodhi chain like a sharp blade. Under the impact of the blood-red light, cracks gradually appeared on the chain.

"Old monk, you are still too naive." The shadow mocked, "Do you think you can trap me with these scraps of copper and iron?"

The old monk did not answer, but silently urged the Golden Light Bodhi Lock. He knew that this was his last resort. He silently recited the secret method of the Buddhist sect in his heart, trying to summon the guardian general of the Buddhist sect.

At this moment, the vortex in the sky suddenly spun violently, and thunders fell from the sky, hitting the black shadow. Seeing this, the black shadow's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that the old monk could actually attract thunder.

"Hmph, so what even if you attract the thunder from the sky? Why would I, Demon Shadow, be afraid of these!" The black shadow roared, waving the blood sacrifice knife even more frantically.

However, just as the black shadow was trying his best to deal with the thunder, the old monk suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him. He turned around and saw that the young man and woman had stood behind him without him noticing. In their hands, they each held a long sword emitting a faint purple light, which was the belongings of Emperor Cang Yun.

"Old monk, let us lend you a helping hand!" the young man said loudly.

The old monk was delighted, knowing that the two young men were not ordinary people. He nodded and signaled them to be careful.

The three of them worked together, and the golden bodhi lock, the sky thunder and the purple cloud sword energy intertwined together to form a powerful offensive. Under the triple attack, the black shadow finally revealed a flaw.

"Demon Shadow, you will not escape death today!" The old monk shouted, and the golden Bodhi lock tightened suddenly. The heavenly thunder and purple cloud sword energy bombarded the black shadow at the same time.

The black shadow let out a shrill scream, and his body gradually dissipated under the powerful attack. Finally, he turned into a ball of black mist and was completely dispersed by the thunder.

Seeing this, the old monk finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at the young couple, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Thank you both for your help. Who are you?" asked the old monk.

The young man smiled and replied, "Old monk, we are just practitioners passing by here. We saw you were in trouble and offered our help. As for our identities, it is better not to tell us."

The old monk nodded, knowing that practitioners often have their own secrets, and stopped asking. He turned to look at the two children, secretly thanking himself in his heart. If the two young men had not acted in time, it would have been difficult to resist the attack of the demon shadow today.

"Let's go, let's leave here." The old monk said to everyone.

The group slowly left the desert, leaving behind only the sand dunes that were once full of bloodshed, quietly waiting for the next storm to come.

At the edge of the desert, the group finally found an abandoned post station. The old monk suggested taking a short break here to recover their strength. Everyone nodded in agreement, after all, the thrilling battle just now made them exhausted.

The post station was filled with an old atmosphere, and the walls were covered with cracks, as if telling of the vicissitudes of the past. The young man and woman found a corner to sit down, while the old monk sat cross-legged in the middle of the post station and began to recite scriptures silently, trying to calm his inner fluctuations.

Bai Ximo walked around the post station, observing every detail. He was still full of doubts. The appearance of the young man and woman and their mysterious power made him feel uneasy. He couldn't help but wonder if all this was related to the truth he was looking for.

At this moment, the young woman suddenly said, "Bai Ximo, you don't have to worry too much. We are not enemies. We just happened to pass by here and saw this battle."

Bai Ximo turned his head and looked at the young woman, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The young man smiled and replied, "We are just ordinary practitioners. We were involved in this battle by chance. As for our identities, it is indeed inconvenient to reveal them."

Bai Ximo was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. He knew that some things could not be forced. He turned and asked, "What do you think of this battle? What is the origin of that black shadow?"

The young man hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "That black shadow is not an ordinary monster. He exudes an ancient and evil aura. We guess that he might be a demon that has been sealed for a long time and was released for some reason."

The old monk stopped reciting the scriptures, opened his eyes and said, "It is true. The power of that shadow is far beyond my imagination. If you hadn't helped us in time, I'm afraid we would all have died here today."

The young woman smiled and said, "You're welcome. This is our fate. However, we'd better leave here as soon as possible. Although the black shadow has been eliminated, his aura still permeates this desert. I'm afraid there are other dangers."

Everyone nodded in agreement. So, they packed up their bags, left the abandoned post station, and continued their journey. The desert sands rolled up again, as if telling an endless story, and everything they experienced would become an eternal mystery in their hearts.