The night was dark and the wind was cold.

The mass grave outside the city, Ye Chen, who was taken away for the first day, came back again, and he was really like a living dead, lying there, motionless.

Roar!

Soon, the beast's low roar sounded, and more than a dozen wild dogs sniffed again, sniffing and sniffing, and sniffed Ye Chen's side.

Immediately, more than a dozen wild dogs were collectively stunned.

Who said that dogs have no expression, their expressions are very strange, squatting around Ye Chen, Banban squatted in a circle, just because of this person, their teeth have not grown out yet.

I don't know when, more than a dozen wild dogs left with their tails between their legs, and Ye Chen's body they couldn't gnaw on, so they could only find other things.

Night, plunged into silence.

I don't know how long it took, but when he was asleep, his little thumb trembled.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes, and the hazy night sky gradually became clear in his confused eyes.

The next moment, he sat up suddenly, and kept looking around, until he was sure that this was not a vain Daze, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and after a lot of hard work, he finally walked out of the place of death.

"The aura is so thin, this is the mortal world. Ye Chen muttered and slowly stood up.

Woooo

Suddenly, he heard the howls of ghosts around him, which attracted his attention.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw something dirty that mortals couldn't see, it was a lonely ghost, floating here.

Unconsciously, he raised his palm, pinched the recipe with one hand, and kept pouring out complex and difficult scriptures in his mouth.

This is a scripture that can resolve the resentment of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and send them to re-enter reincarnation.

Woo woo woo ....!

Such a voice still exists, but it continues to be annihilated, Ye Chen's scriptures have formed layers of ripples, with a flash of holy brilliance, and everywhere he passes, lonely souls and wild ghosts are liberated in wandering.

After tempering them, Ye Chen withdrew his handprint and turned to leave.

From afar, he saw an ancient city, and from a distance of thousands of zhang, he seemed to be able to see the three big characters engraved on the city wall: forget the ancient city.

He walked over with his feet up, he needed to figure out where he was, and how far he was from the monastic realm.

The street of the ancient city in the middle of the night is empty, without the prosperity of imagination, quiet and comfortable.

It's dry, watch out for candles!

The only thing Ye Chen could see was a watchman, who was really walking on the street at the moment, and sometimes curled up his body, because the cold wind was raging, and there was an eerie atmosphere in the air.

Without thinking too much, his powerful divine sense instantly enveloped the entire ancient city, hoping to find a monk.

This is a powerful divine sense, whether it is people or things in the ancient city, he has a full view, and it is precisely because of this that he sees something that should not be seen, such as the little couple in the bed.

There are no monks!

Ye Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to step into the void sky.

However, just as he was about to withdraw his divine sense, his divine eye swept to an ancient temple, well, more precisely, a Guanyin temple.

Subconsciously, he moved his steps, stepped down, and disappeared with a whoosh.

Seeing this, the one not far away was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes, a big living person, gone.

Hell!

Soon, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls resounded through the streets of the ancient city, causing abuse one by one.

Here, Ye Chen had already landed in an ancient temple.

In front of him was a stone statue full of incense burners, and the incense burners were filled with musk, and it seemed that there were many people who came to pray for blessings, and it represented the Bodhisattva, which was worshiped by the world.

"Chu Xuan, are you purifying sentient beings?" Ye Chen spoke, looking at the stone statue, his voice hoarse and dry.

The stone statue was cast lifelike, and every line was so clear, as if it was alive, standing there, with compassion on its face, just like a Bodhisattva of salvation, to benefit all sentient beings.

It is a stone statue, but she is Chu Xuan.

Ye Chen smiled, with tears in his laughter, blurring his vision.

After looking for it, how could he think of meeting Chu Xuan again, but it was a cold stone statue, he didn't know why Chu Xuan's stone statue was standing here, but he knew that Chu Xuan must have been here.

Who are you!

The peace in the temple was broken by an abrupt voice.

At the door, an old man with sleepy eyes appeared there, thin like a monkey, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, an old Taoist priest.

Ye Chen turned around, first glanced up and down at the old Taoist priest, and then asked, "The person of this stone statue, have you ever been to the ancient city of forgetting, when did you come, how long did you stay, and when did you leave?" ”

"No, who are you! I ...... ”

Syllable!

Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, the crisp applause rang out, and this guy was slapped by Ye Chen and spun around three times, and then fell to the ground.

"Answer my question. Ye Chen had already appeared in front of the old monk, his voice was indifferent, with an indisobedient majesty, his slap didn't matter, he cried to the old monk on the spot.

"She's a friar. The old Taoist priest snorted and cried, and said a little confusedly, "She came last year, stayed for three days, cured the plague here, and then left." ”

After speaking, the old Taoist priest trembled, and then he found that he was still standing in front of the door, without the slightest movement at all, and there was no hot feeling on his face, as if everything had never happened.

He was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked not far away.

Ye Chen was still standing there, with his back to him, quietly looking at Chu Xuan's stone statue, everything before was like a dream.

Fantasy... Magic!

The old Taoist priest woke up from a daze, and knelt on the ground with a pop, "Xiaodao doesn't know that the immortals are coming, and please go to the immortals to atone for your sins." ”

Ye Chen didn't answer, still standing quietly.

He did use illusion on the old Taoist priest before, and he also got the answer he wanted, Chu Xuan did come here, and the reason why he was cast into a stone statue and worshiped was because she saved the people of the ancient city.

"She... She's here to find someone. Seeing that Ye Chen was silent, the old Taoist priest spoke again, and after saying that, he didn't forget to peek at Ye Chen, for fear that something was wrong and angered the immortals.

Ye Chen stood quietly, still not answering.

Of course he knew that Chu Xuan was here to find someone, but wasn't he here to find him?

The night is very quiet, and the temple of Guanyin is also calm, without the slightest extra sound.

Ye Chen stood all night and never moved.

When dawn came, the ancient city of Forget ushered in a new day, and many mortals came to pray for blessings, but they were all blocked by the old Taoist priest.

In this way, the sun and the moon change, and the day and night are reincarnated.

It wasn't until the third night that Ye Chen, who had been standing for three days, slowly turned around, came quietly, and walked quietly.

It was late at night again, calm on the street of the ancient city, he walked endlessly, reflecting the moonlight and starlight, and the lonely back was very bleak.

Lofty....!

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, which made him stop slightly, and his eyes subconsciously looked to the side, as if he could see a woman holding a pipa in the boudoir through many houses.

What a familiar sound!

Ye Chen muttered, the sound of the piano was like water, coming from the deep valley and secluded mountains, with sadness and helplessness, making people want to shed tears.

Unconsciously, he took out the flask, found an old tree, and sat there, nestling against the trunk, and drinking the liquor quietly while listening to the mournful music of the harp, until his eyes were hazy and he fell into a deep sleep.

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