Exorcism

"Was there really a Pangshan Ancestor Peak in the past?" Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons asked. She stood on the ridge like a lonely tree, but in fact there was a person standing beside her.

Yang Qingyin looked towards the mountain and was surprised to find that she could not find the exact location of Laozu Peak.

When the Monster Fire Mountain destroyed the main peak of Pangshan Mountain, it left a long ravine in the mountains, which became a mark. By comparing the ravine with the peaks on both sides, Pangshan Taoist priests were able to determine the location of the old place, but among the Five Elements The calamity disrupted everything, ravines were intermittent, and the mountains rose and fell. Yang Qingyin searched the memories in her mind and could only point out the general direction.

"Of course, it is in the memories of many people, including me." She was not convinced, her eyes were still moving, and the black phoenix was circling and flying in the sky, conveying the scene she saw to the Spirit King.

Our Lady of Wanzi laughed softly for a while, as if she heard a subtle pun. Others were still confused, but she understood it tacitly, but there was no one else around, and there was nothing clever about Yang Qingyin's words, so Wanzi Madonna's laughter seemed a bit out of place. Even old friends who had known her for a long time found it difficult to get used to this kind of laughter and always thought they had said something wrong.

Yang Qingyin lowered her lips and suddenly stretched out her arm, pointing to a valley a few miles away, "That's right there. To the south is Jinghu Village, and to the east is Zhiyongsuo and... Where is Muma Valley? No, it's not here."

Yang Qingyin lowered her arms in disappointment.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons laughed again, this time thinking of something else, "Do you think it is possible that a certain demon or a person practices in a hidden place for many years and becomes a top master, but before he is born? Just die?"

"How is that possible? The lifespan of a practitioner is very long." Yang Qingyin was accustomed to the various whimsical ideas of the Holy Mother of All Sons, but she couldn't agree with them all.

"If the rumors are correct, Kun Chao has been cultivating in the Devil's Cave for hundreds of thousands of years. Only when the demon soul appears and the demon clan shows signs of rising can he leave the treasure and come to the world - hundreds of thousands of years, if Taoism is still here In the meantime, can we find another way to eliminate all the demon souls and demon species? Kun Chao will never come out, and no one will know about his existence."

"Hmm...it's possible. Why are you talking about this? Kunchao has already come out anyway."

"You said that the Ancestor Peak is in the memory of many people. I was thinking that memory is so powerful that it can allow a destroyed mountain to continue to exist, but the strongest person in the world almost ceased to exist because no one remembers it.

Yang Qingyin was stunned. She thought that she would never be able to understand the Virgin Mary of Ten Thousand Sons. The strength of this banshee could not be said to be strong or weak. The words she spoke seemed to have deep meanings, but also seemed to be just a joke. No one could take it. No, many descendants of the Holy Mother of All Sons simply gave up guessing and didn’t think much about it except the literal meaning.

Yang Qingyin couldn't control her thoughts, "Yin Buchen said that he was in Duanliu City and that he had lost his past memory. Are you reminding me that his existence depends on my memory?"

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons lowered her head, with a hint of surprise on her face, "It's just a small talk, you don't need to relate everything to Mu Xingqiu, right?"

Yang Qingyin smiled, her thoughts already going south.

"Since we are talking about Mu Xingqiu, there is something I have always been curious about."

"Um."

"You only had that one encounter with him, right? Then there was Mu Dong'er."

Yang Qingyin's face suddenly turned red, and her thoughts, no matter how far they flew, fled back in an instant, "Is this what you are curious about?"

"Of course, I have given birth to countless descendants, but not once. They are all..."

Yang Qingyin was once criticized for creating a special magic weapon in Wandi Mountain, but compared to the Virgin Mary of Wanzi, she was a conservative person. She hurriedly interrupted the banshee, "No need to continue, I not interested."

"I haven't said what I'm really interested in yet."

Yang Qingyin hesitated for a while, "It has nothing to do with you having children and grandchildren, right?"

"It's irrelevant, that's just chatting. I want to ask, what is so special about Mu Xingqiu that makes you care about him so much and refuse to forget him for so many years?"

Yang Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, then found that this question was not easy to answer at all. There were countless reasons in her mind, each of which could convince herself, but none of which could convince onlookers.

"Are you still thinking about it?" Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons asked.

"Um."

"Okay, let me take a look at the scenery."

The past slowly flowed through Yang Qingyin's mind. Some scenes flashed very quickly, while others were like pebbles at the bottom of the river, refusing to go with the flow.

She thought of the time after the collapse of Laozu Peak. They had experienced adventure after adventure, and their relationship had become closer and closer. There were signs of lovers, but more of a trusting comradeship.

She thought of her experience of amnesia. At that time, she could not remember who Mu Xingqiu was, but there was always a gap in her heart that could not be filled. When she recovered her memory and finally filled the gap, she could no longer forget it, but this Still unconvinced, the onlookers would probably say that it was more like a spell...

"You've been thinking about it for too long." Our Lady of Wanzi spoke at this moment, "It's so long that it makes me wonder if you really care about Mu Xingqiu."

Yang Qingyin laughed a few times, and then said seriously: "I just like him. There is no reason. I can change my heart, but he can't. I have been waiting for so many years. I don't want his thanks or his promise. I just want his Heart, his memory. Losing memory is a good excuse - then I will engrave another memory in his heart."

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons smiled and her figure swayed like a weak willow in the strong wind. Then she pointed at the phoenix in the sky, "Someone is peeking at you from a distance. King Ling, go and fight to take back Mu Xingqiu. If you win, If you can abandon him after that, I will admire you even more."

"I don't want your admiration." Yang Qingyin and Hei Huang had a close connection, but neither of them noticed the external magic. Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons often said some weird things, but Yang Qingyin didn't particularly care. "Why don't you go to Duanliu City with me?" ?"

"Soldiers are valuable and quick. You have to go first. Use your fastest speed to Duanliu City. I will follow behind with my army."

"I'm not in that hurry. The information from Yin Buchen should not be taken too seriously. Maybe he has defected to someone else and is setting a trap for us."

"Then you have to go ahead and explore the way for us." Our Lady of Wanzi pushed Yang Qingyin's shoulder twice with her slender fingers.

The eccentricity of Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons is self-evident, and she makes more predictions that are wrong than accurate. Every time she is proved wrong by facts, she will claim that her previous words were all jokes, but she has indeed been involved in several particularly important events. She made a forward-looking judgment on the matter, so Yang Qingyin preferred to believe her.

"Okay." Yang Qingyin stretched out her arms to the black phoenix in the sky, preparing to work together to perform the teleportation technique, and then fly normally. It wasn't long after dawn and they could arrive at Duanliu City before dark. "If we meet Dong'er, beat him hard for me."

"If you have to carve another memory into Mu Xingqiu's heart, add me to it." Our Lady of All Sons said.

The black phoenix fell from the sky, and when it was still more than a hundred feet away from the ground, it disappeared at the same time as Yang Qingyin on the ground.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons staggered down the mountain to the military camp stationed in the mountains.

Black Phoenix led the way, followed by Yang Qingyin. They had performed teleportation once and needed to rest for a while before performing it again. This was not an escape, nor was it running to a real battlefield. There was no need to be too anxious.

Yang Qingyin was not as tough as she appeared. In fact, the closer she got to Duanliu City, the more worries she had, and she even became uneasy, so she postponed her next teleportation. She knew that many things might disappoint her during this trip to Duanliu City: Mu Xingqiu might not be there at all, he might not remember her at all, and the so-called engraving of another memory was just a joke. There is no such spell in the world... …

It was long after nightfall that Yang Qingyin and Hei Huang saw Duanliu City from afar in the darkness.

The frozen city shone brightly under the starlight, like a huge crystal, but its entire light combined could not compare to another nearby light source.

The black phoenix sensed the spirit king's thoughts, flapped its wings and rose into the sky, keeping watch above. Yang Qingyin stopped flying and looked at the two tall mirrors on the sunset lake.

The two mirrors are very close and slightly tilted, as if two people standing side by side are turning to stare at each other.

Powerful spells emanate from the mirror, apparently as a warning to all outsiders.

Yang Qingyin has not contacted Yin Buchen. She has never particularly trusted this half-demon.

The Black Phoenix above sent a message. While the Soul King was focusing on the two mirrors, the Black Phoenix was responsible for guarding the surroundings. She discovered a problem on the east side.

Yang Qingyin and Black Phoenix flew eastward silently. Not long after, they saw a strange scene in the frozen river: the half-demon Yin Buchen was practicing the beast-refining method with a group of short, furry monsters. While thinking, While dancing his limbs slowly.

The black phoenix shot out a feather and quickly flew dozens of feet into the air above Yin Buchen's head.

Yin Buchen immediately became alert, spread out his arms, and summoned a demon staff and demon head in his hand. Dozens of monkeys quickly stood on both sides, like long wings.

"Who?" Yin Buchen shouted, immediately recognizing the origin of the feather, "Black Phoenix? Haha, long time no see... Is the Spirit King here too? You guys came really fast."

Yin Buchen raised his head and looked around, but saw only feathers and no people.

"Yin Buchen." A voice came from the feathers.

Yin Buchen recognized who this was, with a smile on his face, "It is indeed the Spirit King, where are you? Come out quickly, I will take you to see the Taoist Master."

"Not urgent."

"Ah? Okay." Yin Buchen put away the demon weapon and turned around in a circle, "Please forgive me, Lord Spirit, I won't salute you anymore. I just made an oath before dark to restore the power of King Jiao's son." I will never cling to any strong person from now on, nor will I bow to the strong.”

A sneer came from the feathers, but the voice was obviously not from the Spirit King.

"Black Phoenix, don't you believe it? To be honest, I don't believe it myself either, but I have to give it a try and see how long I can hold on."

The voice of the Spirit King came from the feathers again, "Yin Buchen, whose are the two mirrors outside Duanliu City?"

"Didn't the Spirit King recognize it? That is the mirror transformed from the Great Light Mirror. There is a cave inside, and it is two rooms. Unfortunately, I have never been in. The owner of the Great Light Mirror..." Yin Buchen suddenly understood that he had been with him before. When Ling Wang contacted him, he said one extremely important thing, "Yes, it's Taoist Qin Lingshuang."

Yang Qingyin understood why she was uneasy. Ever since she said goodbye to Yelin Town, she knew that sooner or later she would meet Qin Lingshuang again.