Afterwards, Yang Di said a lot to this ancient female ghost. Although Wanxi was taciturn, Yang Di was very patient.

"By the way, isn't there another Western King's Tower in the Western King's Tribe? It was also stolen by your high priest?" Yang Di suddenly thought of another thing.

"The Western King's Tower was lost a long time ago and disappeared, otherwise the Western King would not have been killed by me..." The female ghost Wanxi felt sad.

"That's not your fault, it's all the sinister tricks made by the old man Li Longji!" Yang Di shook his head.

"But I am the pawn they killed the Western King. If that curse grows on others, it will be impossible for the Western King to harm it. I will be an ominous person after all." Wan Xi said quietly.

Yang Di opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but he was silent for a moment, and he smiled like this: "But you will not harm anyone if you are by our side now."

"Haha, in the past, you were also a satisfying man." The female ghost Wanxi rarely smiled.

Yang Di was ashamed of this. If the girls heard this, they would despise him again.

The evening breeze on the top of the mountain was very cool, and each person and a ghost stood by the cliff, with bright moonlight and quiet around it.

After a long time, just as Yang Di was about to take the female ghost Wanxi back to the tent, suddenly, an ancient building appeared in the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. Under the moonlight, it was like a sky drifting 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 was a Taoist temple, with a rooftop for sacrifices, a symmetrical bell tower and a drum tower, and a gourd-shaped tower.

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

And under the steps at the main entrance, there is an open space covered with bluestone slabs, and an old osmanthus tree with a crooked neck is planted next to it.

The old tree was planted at the edge of the foundation stone of the Taoist temple. The curved and vigorous branches and most of the branches and leaves were hanging outside the ground plane, deep into the clouds and mists, with wisps of light lingering, ethereal, like a fairy tree that was sucking and spitting auspicious colors under the night.

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

This is not the first time that Yang Di has seen a building appear in the sea of ​​clouds. He has seen fairy islands before, so he is a little confused about what it is.

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 was also staring at the ancient Taoist temple in the distance between the clouds and staring in a daze.

"The donor is kind-hearted and sincere to ghosts. It really makes the old master admire him. Why not come and drink a cup of fragrant mustard in the sight with a refreshing look!"

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

Yang Di's expression changed. Did he not only have hallucinations but also auditory hallucinations?

The female ghost Wanxi was still dazed there. It took me a long time before she sighed quietly: "Wuji Taoist Temple... Before the Western King died, he said that he had two great hatreds in his life, one hatred that he did not see the face of Emperor Tang clearly, and the other hatreds that he believed in the Great Dao of Wuji..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Di's expression became more and more strange. The illusion of the Taoist temple turned out to be the most mysterious Wuji Taoist temple in Kunlun legend besides Yaochi.

But was that really just an illusion? Why did the old and peaceful voice just now sound so real, like an old man living in that temple.

"Mu Changge's fault is not that he believed in Wuji Dao, but that he believed in people who should not believe." In that vicissitudes of Taoism, he actually talked with the female ghost Wanxi across the air.

This made Yang Di's heart chaotic again. Isn't it really an illusion?

"Don't be suspicious, please bring her here. The old Taoist once had a relationship with the Western King. I would like to discuss it with you."

The old Taoist in the Guanzhong seemed to know his thoughts and spoke indifferently. Immediately, under Yang Di's stunned gaze, the branches and leaves of the old osmanthus tree stretched into the sea of ​​clouds actually began to extend toward this side.

The branches and leaves seemed to have used special effects to spread to the cliff at an astonishing speed. In a few seconds, a bridge of lush branches and leaves was built between the Taoist temple and the cliff wall.

The bridge spans the clouds and mist, and the branches and leaves are shining brightly and jewel-like, making Yang Di unable to believe his eyes.

He and Wanxi stood by the cliff. The overpass spread out from the branches and leaves was just under his feet. Yang Di couldn't help but stretch out his feet and stepped on the bridge with branches and leaves. He felt that his feet were very heavy, not like an illusion.

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

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

"The old Taoist also knows some secrets that the donor thinks of, and can share with you!" The old man spoke again in that Taoist temple.

After hearing this, Yang Di was immediately moved. The Taoist temple and the old Taoist temple were full of mystery everywhere. It was obviously not from this era. The old man might really know what was related to Xianyin.

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

However, just as he was speaking, Wanxi had already floated up the overpass with branches and leaves, and floated towards the Taoist temple in the clouds.

"I want to figure out the matter for the King of the West!" A faint voice floated behind Wanxi.

"oh."

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

Stepping on the overpass with lush branches and leaves, Yang Di was careful and looked down and couldn't help but feel dizzy and dazed. The feeling of looking down at the mountains and ridges in the air was really shocking.

The cool breeze whistled in my ears. Without the cover of the rocks, the cold wind around me was blowing more powerfully. Yang Di's body shook a little, and he felt what it means to be cold at a high place!

Fortunately, in the end, he and the female ghost Wanxi stepped onto the Taoist temple without any danger. Looking back, they were hundreds of meters away from the top of Yuxu Peak.

This is somewhat unreal, as if you were climbing a sky, and the entire Taoist temple was suspended in the sea of ​​clouds, and there was a quiet surrounding it.

Passing through an archway between the mottled walls, Yang Di followed Wanxi and stepped onto a deep path, and went straight to the main hall.

After stepping over the threshold, Yang Di looked up and saw that the stone statue of the Sanqing Daozun on the high platform of the main hall was damaged, and the cinnabar and colored materials were all very severely removed, and it was obviously disrepaired.

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

However, with the help of the moonlight shining in outside the door, the sight here is still good. More than ten meters away from the door, there is a low wooden table with three cushions on the ground.

The visiting table was just right where you could bathe in the moonlight, and the light and shadow made you trance.

An old man with a baby-faced and shabby Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged there making tea. His hair was white and his hair was covered with a bun on his head, which was not neat. Some weed-like hair was not combed well. A wooden hairpin inserted into the bun was also polished casually.
Chapter completed!