Subsequently, Yang Di talked a lot to this ancient female ghost, although Wanxi was silent, but Yang Di was very patient.

"By the way, isn't there any other piece of the West King Pagoda in the Xiwang Tribe, which was also stolen by your high priest?" Yang Di suddenly thought of another thing.

"The West King Tower was lost a long time ago, and I don't know where I did, otherwise the West King wouldn't have been killed by me......" The female ghost Wanxi was gloomy for a while.

"That's not your fault, it's all the insidious and poisonous tricks of Li Longji's old man!" Yang Di shook his head.

"But I am a pawn of them to kill the King of the West, that curse, if it grows on others, it is impossible to harm the King of the West, I am an ominous person after all. Wanxi said quietly.

Yang Di opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, he was silent for a moment, and he smiled: "But you are with us now, but you won't hurt anyone." ”

"Hehe, in the past, you were also a satisfactory Langjun. The female ghost Wanxi rarely showed a few smiles.

Yang Di was ashamed of these words, and if the girls heard them, they would despise him again.

The evening breeze on the top of the mountain was very cool, and one person and one ghost stood on the edge of the cliff like this, the moonlight was bright, and the surroundings were very quiet.

For a long time, just as Yang Di was about to take the female ghost Wanxi back to the tent, suddenly, in the sea of clouds in the distance, an ancient building appeared, and in the moonlight, it was like a sky floating in the sky.

"Is it a phantom again...... Yang Di rubbed his eyes, for some reason, the building floating in the sea of clouds looked very real.

It is a Taoist temple with a sacrificial rooftop, a symmetrical bell tower and drum tower, and a gourd-shaped tower.

Through the arched stone gates, a long path leads to the buildings.

And under the steps of the main entrance, there is a clearing covered with bluestone slabs, and an old laurel tree with a crooked neck is planted next to it.

The old tree was planted at the edge of the cornerstone of the Taoist temple, and the bent and vigorous branches, as well as most of the branches and leaves, were suspended outside the ground level, deep in the clouds and mist, with wisps of light lingering, ethereal and extraordinary, like a fairy tree that was swallowing Ruicai under the night.

The entire Taoist temple floats in the clouds, and at night, it is like a mirage, making it difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.

It was not the first time that Yang Di had seen a building appear in the sea of clouds, and he had seen Xiandao before, so he was a little unsure of what it was.

Reason told him that it should be just an illusion, but for some reason, Yang Di had an illusion that the Taoist temple floating in the clouds was very real.

The female ghost Wanxi also looked at the ancient Taoist temple in the clouds in the distance in a daze.

"The donor's heart is kind, and he can be full of sincerity to the ghost, which is really admirable to the old man, why not move and come to the temple to drink a cup of mustard with sobering eyes!"

Suddenly, in the Taoist temple floating in the clouds, an old voice sounded, calm and peaceful, like a leisurely echo of midnight.

Yang Di's complexion changed, did he not only have hallucinations, but also auditory hallucinations?

The female ghost Wanxi was still there in a daze, and I don't know how long it took before she sighed faintly: "Wuji Taoist Temple...... Before his death, King Xi said that he had two major hatreds in his life, one hated not seeing the face of the Tang Emperor clearly, and the other hated the wrong belief in the great Tao......"

Hearing this, Yang Di's face became more and more strange, and the phantom of the Taoist temple turned out to be the most mysterious Wuji Taoist temple in Kunlun legend except for Yao Chi.

But is it really just an illusion, why does the old and peaceful voice just now sound so real, like there is really an old man living in that Taoist temple.

"The mistake of the shepherd is not that he believes in the great way, but that he believes in those who should not believe. "In that vicissitudes of Taoism, I was talking to the female ghost Wanxi in the air.

This made Yang Di's heart suddenly burst again, isn't it really a hallucination?

"Don't be suspicious, you bring her over, Lao Dao has had a relationship with the King of the West, and I am willing to discuss it with you. ”

Looking at the old man, as if he knew his thoughts, he spoke indifferently, and immediately, under Yang Di's stunned gaze, the branches and leaves of the old laurel tree stretched out in the sea of clouds began to stretch towards this side.

Those branches and leaves, as if using special effects, spread towards the cliff at an astonishing speed, and in a few seconds, a bridge was built between the Taoist temple and the cliff.

The bridge spanned the clouds, and the branches and leaves were shiny and shining, and the jewels made Yang Di unable to believe his eyes.

He and Wanxi stood on the edge of the cliff, the overpass spread out of the branches and leaves, right at the feet, Yang Di couldn't help but stretch out his feet and stepped on the bridge intertwined with branches and leaves, feeling that his feet were very weighty, not like illusory.

This time, Yang Di was finally moved, it was really unexpected that he would encounter such a strange incident at the top of Yuxu Peak in the Kunlun Mountains.

He originally came to find the footprints of the fairy sound, but what he saw and heard was a little beyond his imagination.

"The person the donor is thinking of, the old Taoist also knows some secrets, and he can share them with you!" In that Taoist temple, the old man spoke again.

Hearing this, Yang Di suddenly felt a little moved, that Taoist temple, as well as the old Taoist in the Taoist temple, are full of mystery, obviously not a person of this era, the old man may really know about things related to Xianyin.

"Wanxi, are we going over?" Yang Di hesitated for a moment and asked the female ghost beside him.

However, as he spoke, Wanxi had already floated onto the overpass with intertwined branches and leaves, and floated towards the Taoist temple in the clouds.

"I want to figure things out for King Xi!" a faint voice floated behind Wanxi.

"Oh. ”

Yang Di nodded, didn't think much about it, and hurriedly followed.

Stepping on the leafy overpass, Yang Di was cautious, looked down, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy and trance, this feeling of hanging in the air looking down on the mountains and mountains was really shocking.

Gusts of cool breeze whistled in his ears, without the cover of the rocks, the cold wind around him blew more powerfully, Yang Di's body shook a little, and he personally felt what it means to be cold in a high place!

Fortunately, in the end, he and the female ghost Wanxi both stepped on the Taoist temple without danger, and suddenly looked back, and they were already hundreds of meters away from the top of Yuxu Peak.

This is somewhat unreal, as if you have climbed a piece of heaven, and the entire Taoist temple is suspended in the sea of clouds, and the surroundings are quiet.

Passing through an arch between the mottled walls, Yang Di followed Wanxi and stepped on a deep path to the main hall.

Stepping over the threshold, Yang Di looked up, and the stone statue of Sanqing Daozun on the high platform of the main hall had been damaged, and the cinnabar and color materials were very badly falling off, and they were obviously in disrepair.

There was an incense burner under the high platform, and the smoke was curling, and in the whole hall, only a few candles were lit under the stone statue, and the light was not bright.

However, with the help of the moonlight shining in from the door, the sight here is still good, and more than ten meters away from the door, there is a low wooden table, and three futons are placed on the ground.

The place where the table visited was just right to bathe in the moonlight, and the light and shadow were trance-like.

An old man with a childish face and crane hair and a shabby robe is sitting there making tea, his beard is white, and he has a bun on his head, which is not neat, some weed-like hair is not combed well, and a wooden hairpin inserted in the bun is also polished very casually.