Zhan Changfeng breathed into meditation, did not absorb pure yin qi anymore, and specialized in cultivating the six senses.

She found that the cultivation of the Dharma is somewhat similar to the martial arts, although the martial arts is to temper oneself and tap the five elements of the body, and the Dharma is to sense all things in nature and exhale the vitality of heaven and earth, but the root of it is to improve the mastery of "me" and explore the secrets of the body and even the soul.

Zhan Changfeng didn't really care about what she cultivated, what she cared about was what was revealed during the cultivation process, and the reason that made her interested in cultivating was not her strength, but that she thought that in addition to her body and soul, there must be something waiting for her that she didn't know.

The more she knew, the more humble she became.

The farther she went, the more she wanted to take the universe apart and observe it.

The unknown is always the most fascinating thing.

Now, a key called "monasticism" gave her the ambition to open the world.

Tick

In the lobby, a drop of water rolled down the edge of the table and fell into her ear.

When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on the untouched food, the small station, which also contained secrets.

In the middle of the moon, the lights of the post station had all been extinguished, like a lonely grave in the wilderness, and the cold chill was spreading.

This chill is not the same as the cold brought about by pure yin power.

Pure Yin Force is one of the high-level Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, representing pure "death", and its coldness is a supreme silence.

However, the chill in the post station, like the letter of a poisonous snake, is a crisis and a thorn.

Is it a ghost or a demon?

Outside the post station, the sound of the flute gradually rose, like crying and complaining, hooking and entangled, as if a very thin thread was wrapped around the heart, strangled into the flesh, making people suffocate.

Zhan Changfeng concentrated her central strength, trying her best to counteract the impact, and she just had the urge to follow the sound of the flute for a moment when her hands and feet were uncontrollable.

The sound of the door opening sounded frequently, and in the darkness, the inn seemed to come alive.

Zhan Changfeng listened and heard someone go downstairs, and then the door was opened, and the chaotic footsteps rang out in unison.

Suddenly, Zhan Changfeng heard a childish shout, "Master, senior brother, where are you going, why don't you take me with you?"

Well, who else is not affected?

Zhan Changfeng picked up his sword and went out, the doors of the left and right rooms were open, there was no one inside, and the coachman was gone.

But there were also a few locked doors, and she pushed them and plugged them in from the inside. How are these people all right?

The sound of the flute faded away, and it was almost inaudible.

Zhan Changfeng didn't linger anymore and quickly chased after him.

Tonight was cold and misty, and when she looked from afar, she saw a figure staggering towards the depths of the mountains and forests. The coachman was inside.

There was also a small figure tugging at the corner of the person next to him, vaguely saying something.

Zhan Changfeng didn't understand the situation, so he didn't rush forward, he just hung not far away, while locking the place where the flute came from.

The sound of the flute is very ethereal, as if it is blowing from all directions, and it is difficult to determine the specific direction and distance.

The cold gets heavier, and the trees are tall and cover the night sky. If you go in again, I'm afraid it won't be something she can grasp.

But in the case of girls, it is not easy to wake them up.

Zhan Changfeng picked up a few stones casually, swished through the air, and the group fell down one after another.

She waited ten breaths, but the sound of the flute did not stop, so she walked out.

Zhan Changfeng probed the coachman's pulse, and after confirming that it was a coma, a pot of ice water poured directly into his face.

"Poof... Ahem. The coachman made a long jump with a carp, his eyes were vigilant, and he saw that it was Zhan Changfeng, so he touched his face, "Palace... Childe, how did we end up here. ”

"Try to wake them up, if it doesn't work, forget it. As soon as Zhan Changfeng finished speaking, the kettle in his hand was ripped off, and he lowered his head, and the three or four-year-old young girl was pulling the kettle strap, looking at her timidly with tears in her eyes, "Little brother, borrow... Lend me one. ”

"There's no water. ”

The girl held back tears, tears, and then wept.

"....." Zhan Changfeng looked at the coachman, and the coachman immediately jumped to the side of the old man in Mai, "I'll see if I can wake him up with a slap." ”

"Smack!"

Master... Beaten?!

The girl hugged the old man's arm and trembled, looking at Zhan Changfeng and the two as if they were looking at the Great Demon King, and they forgot to cry.

However, this slap had an effect, the old man in Mai woke up slowly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt a hot pain, but when he saw the surrounding situation clearly, this trace of pain was left behind him, "What's going on!"

As soon as the coachman saw that it had an effect, he hurriedly grabbed the young man, and raised his palms high.

"Hey, strong man, I can't do it. The old man in sackcloth hurriedly pounced, he knew why his face was so swollen.

The coachman glared at him, if it weren't for His Highness's orders, who would care, "I have to wake him up." ”

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" the old man in Mai slapped the young man on the back with a condensed breath, and instantly woke the young man awake.

"These people are..."

"It's also a post station. ”

Zhan Changfeng took a closer look and found that most of them were the men in the lobby, "Wake them all up first, and then talk about what they have to go out." ”

The old man in Mai heard the sound of the flute, and his heart sighed, where did he dare to delay time.

"Why am I here?"

"What the hell is going on?"

As soon as the person woke up, chaos was naturally indispensable, Zhan Changfeng had no idea of explaining, and when he saw that the last person was awake, he simply waved his hand at the coachman, intending to leave.

"Stop!" shouted the leader of the men, "none of you are allowed to leave, just wait here!"

Now everyone is angry, don't say anything about it, you come up and take what Joe wants!

"Hugh is rampant, who do you think you are. ”

"Is this related to you, do you know anything!"

"What do you want to do to us!"

The leader glared at the bull's eye, and showed a token, "The Inspector's Mansion handles the case, if you don't want to die, shut up!"

"You two stay and guard them, and the others follow me!"

"Yes!"

Seeing the man and his party running towards the depths of the mountain forest, the group of people who were shouting just now were quiet.

Inspector's Office?

The Yin Dynasty did not have such an institution.

This time, there was no need for Zhan Changfeng to make a look, and the coachman asked the old man in Mai nearby: "Uncle, what does the Inspector Mansion do, why do you all listen to them so much?"

The old man in Mai didn't answer, but asked, "What are you doing here?"

The coachman couldn't answer, and looked at Zhan Changfeng.

The old man in Mai touched the back of his aching neck, and also looked at Zhan Changfeng, although he asked the coachman, he actually wanted to hear her answer.

When he awoke, he saw that his apprentice and his master and servant were standing, and the back of the servant's neck was swollen, and no matter what he thought, it was the child who had stood by and watched at first.

Thinking about it this way, this little boy is unpredictable, and he has the momentum of martial arts with a stone in one hand, and the breath that comes and goes from time to time seems to be the way of law.

And whether it is martial arts or law, he was not confused by the sound of the flute, which makes people look sideways.

The surroundings were very dim, and someone lit firewood, and the fire swayed. Zhan Changfeng discovered early on that these people were not simple, and they contained strength in their bodies.

Thinking of the sudden increase in travelers in Huangzhou City, the road to heaven in August and a half, and the so-called monks' yearning for the Tibetan Cloud Stream, she said: "I came to seek the Tao." ”

The old man in Mai looked like this, "Hey, your master or family member, didn't you mention the Inspector's Mansion to you?"

"I died early, I didn't confess. Zhan Changfeng thought his words were very interesting, could it be that there are many people hiding from the Tibetan Cloud Stream or knowing the Tibetan Cloud Stream?

She replied like this, and the old man in Mai was embarrassed to ask, and said: "It is generally forbidden to travel between the Tibetan Cloud Stream and the mortal world, but there are also many people in the Tibetan Cloud Stream who have no intention of cultivating or who have given up cultivation due to lack of qualifications. ”

"The road to heaven opens in the middle of August every year. Only on the day of the eighth half of the month, the monks of the Tibetan Cloud Stream can go to the mortal world with an order, and the monks or descendants of the monks in the mortal world can also take the certificate and go to the Tibetan Cloud Stream to fight the path. ”

"It's just that this has come and gone, and there are more people in the mortal world who have cultivated in their bodies, in order to prevent them from causing damage to the mortal world, the six courtyards of Zangyunjian have set up a special department to patrol the mansion, specializing in the affairs of the mortal monks. ”