Chapter 56 Chapter 56: The Former Floating Cloud Pavilion

The two black lacquered gates of Fuyun Pavilion still showed no signs of loosening, but the two divine beasts were getting closer and closer to the old monk Jingyuan.The situation has reached a critical point. At this time, the sound of the door shafts slowly turning finally came from inside the two fortified tall black lacquered doors.The sound of the door shaft turning was very slow and subtle, and it seemed cautious and cautious. At this time, the old monk Jingyuan, who had his eyes slightly closed, felt very keenly. He felt the sign that the door in front of him was loose, and the sound of Sanskrit between his lips and teeth was inexhaustible towards the crack of the door.

The gloomy cold wind that was constantly swirling around him also sensed the message that the door was loose, and began to become more restless.The monk's robe of the old monk Jingyuan was flipped and fluttered, and the whole monk's robe swelled up like a balloon filled with gas. The low growls from the two unicorns became more ferocious and terrifying. The old monk Jingyuan was ready to enter quickly once the black painted door opened a gap.Because the two unicorns could spew flames at him at any time. The slow sound of the door shaft turning continued to be heard from the black painted door.At this moment, the old monk Jingyuan has transferred all his tactile nerves to the auditory organs, and he can clearly feel that the black lacquered door has opened an extremely small gap.

Finally, the old monk Jingyuan accurately sensed this opening gap, and he had to seize this fleeting opportunity.I saw his body suddenly transformed into a golden light penetrating through the gap.He really felt that there was a strong wind following behind him. The moment the old monk Jingyuan entered the black-lacquered gate, the black-lacquered gate closed with a bang at an unimaginable speed.The gust of wind that followed it beat the closed door with a loud bang.Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of shrill and chaotic screams outside the gate. Apparently, the unicorn has already spewed raging flames towards the undead that turned into strong winds.

The golden light receded, and the old monk Jingyuan was already sitting cross-legged inside the black painted gate.He let out a long breath, and slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't help being secretly surprised by what appeared in the old monk Jingyuan's eyes.In front of his eyes, apart from a dilapidated and barren ancient temple, there were unkempt and lush wormwood.A few tall Podocarpus trees stand upright in the lush wormwood, looking extremely lonely. A path paved with bluestone slabs buried in wormwood is covered with moss. The old monk Jingyuan has a feeling of deja vu to such a dilapidated temple.But for a moment he forgot where he had seen such a temple.

It was quiet and deserted all around. The old monk Jingyuan felt that he was between illusion and reality.He stood up slowly, and walked towards the dilapidated temple along the path paved with bluestone slabs. The temple is already quite dilapidated, only the sloping walls and broken eaves seem to still vaguely tell the glory of the past when the incense was at its peak. At this time, two people walking out of the ruined temple surprised him. Of these two people, one is Yu Feng who is tightly wrapped in a black cloak, and the one who follows Yu Feng is Chun Xing. Why did Yufeng and Chunxing appear here?The old monk in Jingyuan is like falling into the clouds and fog.

A rare gentle smile appeared on Yufeng's face, and she spoke to the old monk Jingyuan first: "Jingyuan, you didn't expect that we would meet in such a place, did you?" The old monk Jingyuan didn't show the slightest surprised expression on his face, he clasped his hands together and sang a Buddha's name to Yufeng: "Amitabha, Yufeng, it turns out that you cast a demonic barrier here, the old monk's naked eyes have never seen through it, so I took the liberty to do so." Come on, I made you laugh." "Jingyuan, what you see is not what you think it is. This is not a magic barrier, this is the true appearance of Fuyun Pavilion."

The old monk Jingyuan said: "If this is the legendary Fuyun Pavilion, then why would the undead gather outside devoutly and try to risk their lives to enter?" Yufeng said: "This is the truth that I dare not let them know. Let them continue to have a little dream in their hearts! This way they will not go completely crazy in despair. The glory of Fuyun Pavilion is the same as that of Fuyun Pavilion itself , has become a passing cloud, gone forever.” Jingyuan seemed to understand something, nodded lightly, and said, "Yufeng, this is the first good deed that I, Jingyuan, have seen you do since I knew you, Yufeng, existed."

Yufeng laughed and said: "I can be considered content to receive your Jingyuan's praise for my old lady." The old monk Jingyuan continued to ask, "Why are you here?" "Actually, I've been here all along, you just don't know it." "Then, what about the former owner of the Floating Cloud Pavilion?" "The former owner of Fuyun Pavilion has also become a passing cloud." The old monk Jingyuan said thoughtfully: "Amitabha." Yufeng said: "Jingyuan, these undead who have been sleeping for thousands of years have finally been awakened. The reason why they still gather here for a long time and refuse to disperse is because the dream of entering the Fuyun Pavilion still remains in the hearts of these undead. After all, these undead don't want to wander like rootless water in the wandering space. They also hope to return, but they have no way to return. And the gate of Fuyun Pavilion dare not open to them after all. I don't know how long this deceitful illusion can last. If these disturbed undead even have their last dream shattered, they might really scatter in all directions, endangering all directions, and directing the final madness!"

The old monk Jingyuan said: "That's right! That's exactly what I'm worried about." "This is the end of the matter, Jingyuan, let's join hands." Yufeng said. The old monk Jingyuan looked at Yufeng with wise eyes, and said, "Are you asking me to join forces with you to deal with the undead outside?" "No. I asked you to join hands with me to deal with the Dream Demon. I must take the Dream Demon's staff from his hand. I can't let him do whatever he wants anymore. He also knows this undead now. The existence of power. He is trying to get this power. I can no longer control him now. The demon in his heart is just like the pile of desire he guards all day long. It has been burning more and more. I worry that one day he will become a real demon king !"

The old monk Jingyuan sang the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, Yufeng, I originally thought you were the one who led the dream demon astray, but now it seems that I have wrongly blamed you." Yufeng smiled and said: "I, Yufeng, was misunderstood by you, Jingyuan. As for how I was in the same interface as the Dream Demon, and even made an alliance with him, maybe I have to wait until the day when the truth comes out. But, Now what I expect is not how to clear up my misunderstanding. What I expect is that you, Jingyuan, can join hands with me to stop the dream demon's crazy ideas. His ultimate goal is to lure your elves from Yuquan Mountain to take action. He wants to take this opportunity Enter Yuquan Mountain."

The old monk Jingyuan pondered for a moment, and said: "This old monk has expected it. This is why I have been hesitant to clean up Mengze." "Jingyuan, it is wise for you to do this. But being wise does not mean that you have the means to solve the situation that has happened." "How do you want me to join forces with you?" "Release those creatures from the sealed world and let them enter our interface. I want to use them!" Yufeng finally revealed her intention, and the old monk Jingyuan immediately became alert.He sang "Amitabha" and said, "Yufeng, I'm sorry I can't agree to your condition." Yufeng said coldly: "Jingyuan, do you still have a choice?" The old monk Jingyuan said firmly: "I would rather not choose such a choice!" Yufeng sneered again: "It's better not to choose one. Jingyuan, you don't have the right to make hasty decisions about some things." "Yufeng, let's get rid of your thoughts completely. This old monk will not agree to your request." The old monk Jingyuan still said. "Jingyuan, your stubbornness will make you make mistakes again and again." "Amitabha, Yufeng, if you really want to join hands with this old monk, this old monk alone is enough, there is no need to involve any extra people." Yufeng sneered again and said: "With your Jingyuan's words, I, Yufeng, at least know that there is a possibility of joining forces between us. But, with you and me, even if we can control the succubus, then we can also control the dream monster." Do you hold the dream elf's staff in the dream demon's hand?" "This matter needs a long-term plan and careful consideration. Don't overdo it!" said the old monk Jingyuan. "You Jingyuan is really pedantic. Do you still have time to think long-term? Do you still have time to think carefully?" The old monk Jingyuan said "Amitabha" again, and then fell silent. Yufeng said again: "The undead outside are already entrenched there. Once they are used by the succubus, I really don't know how serious the consequences will be. If you Jingyuan are still hesitating about gains and losses, you will lose the initiative If the timing is right, the big mistake you made in Jingyuan is definitely not something you can just say 'Amitabha Buddha' to evade." The old monk Jingyuan still said: "Amitabha! Yufeng, you should stop wasting your words. I will definitely not agree to your request that is so harsh that it is almost rude." Yufeng laughed coldly and said: "Jingyuan, it seems that you have entered the Buddhist school in vain. Don't you Buddhist practitioners value the word 'sudden enlightenment'? You can't even realize the importance of the light, so why do you practice Buddhism? ah?" The old monk Jingyuan said "Amitabha", then bowed his head and remained silent. Yufeng felt that the old monk Jingyuan was full of contradictions in his heart at the moment, and it was really difficult to make this stubborn old monk trust her. So Yufeng said: "I, Yufeng, will not make it difficult for you. You still have time to think about it, but this kind of time is really running out. I hope you can realize a result as soon as possible. Chunxing, let's go." As soon as Yu Feng finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew across the tile ridges between the temples.The figures of Yufeng and Chunxing had disappeared. The old monk Jingyuan stood on the wild path obliterated by weeds, looking at the dilapidated temple in front of him, his face was full of melancholy. If the undead outside the black painted gate still refused to disperse, how would he place them?The heart of the old monk Jingyuan was full of confusion. And why did that Yufeng suddenly appear in Fuyun Pavilion again, and expressed the idea of ​​joining forces with him to deal with the Dream Demon?Could it be that he really misunderstood Yufeng all this time?Could it be that his hundreds of years of practice can't see through the simple confusion disguised by the black cloak wrapped around Yufeng? The old monk Jingyuan was not reconciled to the facts in front of him.He walked slowly towards the ruined temple. The temple once apparently did not exist in isolation.There are still large-scale ruins around the temple. Obviously, the former Fuyun Pavilion must have performed an extraordinary period of glory.But why did this splendor turn into the dilapidated appearance it is today? Such dilapidation and desolation do not show gradual destruction and damage, but a complete subversion and destruction! What kind of disaster happened to the legendary Fuyun Pavilion in the closed black gate?Why has such a disaster never been known to the outside world? This series of mysteries made the old monk Jingyuan puzzled. A Maitreya Buddha is still in the dilapidated temple.It's just that the smiling face of Maitreya Buddha, who always smiles, has become blurred, and the face with uneven features is covered with thick dust. Maitreya Buddha can no longer laugh! Seeing this bodhisattva with a big heart and a big belly look so downcast, the old monk Jingyuan couldn't help shaking his head and sighing secretly. Is everything in the world really just like a fleeting cloud?When the glory of the past passes by like clouds, will everything start all over again? Is the ups and downs really like floating clouds? Looking at everything in front of him, the old monk Jingyuan felt mixed feelings and uncontrollable excitement.He picked up a rotten wooden stick from the ground, wrapped it around a rotten banner cloth, and was going to dust the dusty Maitreya Buddha off his body...