Mount Wutai, large courtyard.

The whirling ginkgo biloba cut into pieces the moon shadow.

Myolie Chu sat on a branch and shook her head, placing her hands on her head in a figure six shape and humming a tune softly.

"I have horns on my head and a tail behind me. No one knows how many secrets I have~"

"There's something on my head... wow!" The tone of his voice suddenly jumped up a notch.

Myolie Chu was so frightened that she almost fell from the tree.

The clouds and mist broke, and a huge red object hovered in the sky. Its iron scales opened and closed, reflecting the cold moonlight.

The huge head hung down, and its heavy breathing weighed down the ginkgo branches and leaves. The golden candle-like eyes looked down at her, and their eyes seemed to be filled with gold.

"I'll pick you up." Chi Jiao's voice sounded like rolling thunder.

"You, you, you!" the girl said incoherently, pointing her fingers randomly. "You were from that day..."

She was trying to organize her words, but she couldn't think of any words to describe it.

"Nanzhu." Li Xi'an said his name.

"But I didn't realize anything..." Chu Xing'er touched the back of her head, feeling rare embarrassment.

In the past few days, she even gave up the habit of shaking tree trunks every day, and studied the monk's path from day to night. To this end, she also ate and chanted Buddha's prayers with the monks in the temple. Unfortunately, these were all in vain. She felt that she was no different from before.

.Later I simply stopped thinking about it and it would be nice to stay in the temple comfortably.

"No, I was wrong." Chi Jiao said.

"You don't need to follow the path of a monk. You have already begun to trek your own path. The monk has been with you for a long time and can see more clearly than I do. But I was wrong that day. According to ancient sayings, this path is the true Buddha.

the road."

Myolie Chu was in a daze.

It seemed that both the monk and the red dragon in front of her knew her better than she did. But what was the red dragon talking about? She could understand every word, and the sentences they linked together made her as obscure as reciting Buddhist scriptures in the temple.

Li Xi'an slowly swayed his huge dragon body in mid-air.

The burning of the golden candle made the ginkgo tree in his eyes different from the one in the real world. The branches on the ginkgo tree were filled with fluorescence, and finger-shaped transparent substances extended from the ends. The leaves like butterfly wings swayed, reflecting the strokes of ancient characters.

It's not that the old monk doesn't care about the Buddha's Hand Ginkgo. It's because this Ginkgo's practice in Buddhism is probably better than his. What can he teach him?

"Are you willing to leave? But it's your choice after all."

The girl hesitated at this moment. No matter how much she longed to see the outside world, this was the land where she had buried her roots and grown for hundreds of years.

The monks in the temple came out.

They gathered in the courtyard and looked up to see the huge red dragon with wonder in its eyes.

Myolie Chu could see some familiar people among them. They had been meditating and chanting sutras together these past few days, taking care of her in every way. These monks looked reluctant to leave, but they chose to say goodbye.

"Almsgiver Li." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Chijiao nodded, "I'll pick her up."

"We know that, so we came to say goodbye."

"How about it, have you thought about it?" The iron scales of the red dragon soothed.

"Let's go, I want to see where you live first." Myolie Chu replied, her breath seemed to change the moment she raised her head, "Just cut off the excess roots and branches, I'm not afraid of this little pain."

"As you wish." Red Dragon chuckled.

As if an invisible hand dug open the clay slab of the courtyard, the ground shook and the monks retreated. There, an ancient ginkgo tree was completely dug out, leaving scattered dust and deep pits in the courtyard.

The giant bronze cauldron appeared, and the ancient trees suddenly disappeared.

The red dragon raised its head, clouds and mist puffed out from the tip of its nose, and it remained motionless under the moonlight for a long time, as if it had turned into an ancient relief sculpture of a mythical beast.

"Almsgiver Li?" the monk bowed and asked.

After a long while, the red dragon swam and raised the cauldron again, and the seal script ran around, attracting the spirit of the old monk and turning it into a seed.

"When the fallen leaves return to their roots, they may be another Buddhist tree."

The monks bowed their heads.

After saying that, the red figure shot straight into the sky, bringing with it the sound of howling wind, and disappeared in the vast mountains in an instant.

…………

The full moon is reflected on the mirror water lake.

Covered in the darkness of night, red arrows flew down from high in the sky, awakening the big pale tiger curled up under the old camphor tree.

The giant creature with stretched iron scales spread out like leaves as it approached the old tree, turning into a figure and landing steadily on the thick branch. The old camphor tree had grown a lot due to the aura of the mountain during this period, but it was still not enough to support Li Xi'an.

’s huge body.

"How long have you been waiting?" Li Xi'an sat on a branch and looked at Qing Yan who woke up.

Not long after, a familiar green-feathered bird flew over and landed on his corner. There was a little dissatisfaction in his eyes, maybe he was wondering why the branch left on its own.

"Today is just a temporary idea." Dahu's voice was calm.

"That's it." The young man smiled.

Li Xi'an didn't dwell on this issue anymore. He was used to the inconsistency between the cat's words and her actions. His eyes were focused on the white fox emerging from Dahu's thick arms.

The snow-white little fox was nestled in the big tiger's arms, raising her head to look at him. Her dark eyes were full of aura.

"The spirit fox of that day." Qing Yan said.

"Actively cutting off the circuit means that even if you take a medium, you can't rise again. Now you can only be an ordinary creature with a little aura. The fox's lifespan is not long. I can accompany her in the later years until she dies. At least I don't have to worry about what I once did.

A life of fear and struggle to survive.”

Li Xi'an nodded.

He had made some guesses before, because Qing Yan would stay with him until dusk at most and then leave. Now it was easy to see that Ye Mu left because of the little fox.

"By the way, let me show you something good." The young man smiled.

The Heaven-Containing Cauldron was sacrificed, and the seal scripts ran around, spilling out the few strands of sealed souls.

These tortured souls are distorted, and the pale old faces can be vaguely seen. At the same time, there is an ominous red light flashing in the depths of their souls, which is the seal script, which is the medium to activate the golem.

"Originally, we were planning to send these lonely ghosts to reincarnation, but they were not very obedient, so we could only fulfill their wishes and let them become ghosts and stay in the world forever." Li Xi'an said calmly.

He drew out these twisted souls and handed them to Qing Yan.

"You should be able to."

Dahu was stunned and said, "I thought that you, being born holy, would hate this kind of magical power."

Working for the tiger is an ancient legend. The soul of someone who dies in the tiger's mouth will turn into a ghost to work for the tiger, specifically leading the tiger to eat people. It is an evil tiger with fierce flames, and goes down the mountain to kill people. It turns the humans who have killed the tiger into ghosts.

Ghost, but this magical power did not manifest in front of Nanzhu.

Li Xi'an shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

"That's it." The huge green eyes of Qingyan seemed to be burning, and the tiger's palm hit the ground, pulling out a ghostly figure. That was the ghost it had already refined, and the ghostly figure was holding something like a lamp to attract Li Xi'an.

The old soul handed over.

"Ahhhhh!" The wailing sound was harsh.

The souls are decaying and degenerate, tainted with the aura of a fierce tiger. Those souls are running away, with distorted faces that look more like ghosts. Unfortunately, these running souls are all trapped by the lamp, burning with faint green fire. The process is cruel and terrifying.

"Oh..." Li Xi'an naturally covered his ears with his hands. The cries of these old ghosts were really unpleasant.

About half an hour later, the soul in the lamp dissipated, and a few dark and unclean rickety ghost shadows condensed around the fierce tiger. Those eyes occasionally flashed a sinister cold light, as if they were still calculating.

But now their plan is for the fierce tiger, and all their thoughts are to make their master happy.

"Roar──!" Qingyan roared, and the ghosts disappeared in its shadow.

"After all, these things are external objects. To truly defeat the enemy, you still have to rely on killing lightning." The big tiger licked his claws and couldn't help but think of the scene in Ri Taihang when it was trapped in a tight siege. If its killing lightning were more amazing,

To break through the woman's formation, Nan Zhu was not needed to rescue her.

"By the way, is that big bow easy to use?"

"It was affected that day, and some parts were damaged. Finally, it completely collapsed after the human imperial capital drew its bow and shot the arrow of the diamond glass."

"How about the formation flag?"

"The unformed formation flag itself is very fragile, and I don't have a way to repair it, so it can't be used anymore."

Li Xi'an was silent.

"I have memorized the thunder method engraved on the bow. It is very helpful. I have been studying it in recent days. The formation flag is of no use to me, so I put it aside." Qing Yan saw something, "You need to take advantage of it.

Ancient artifacts?”

"No, it's just that I will leave Taihang in the near future and go on a long trip."

"Where to go?" Qing Yan was surprised.

The young man stretched out his finger and pointed to the west along the stars he saw.
To be continued...