Tianzun and Yin Hou led everyone to Nan'an Temple in the south of Kaifeng Prefecture.

Nan'an Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. Its incense is very popular and majestic on weekdays. However, only a small part of the temple is for believers to burn incense and worship Buddha. The gates in other places are locked, and the monks in the temple live in the South Courtyard and the North Courtyard.

Nan'an Temple is a Bodhisattva Temple. The temple worships Thousand-Handed Guanyin. This temple is a temple supported by the imperial court, so it does not collect incense money from believers. The merit box is placed next to the incense platform. You can throw the money in at will when you take incense. You can burn incense at will if you don't throw it away. Every evening, monks will take out all the money in the merit box and send it to the porridge shop in Kaifeng, so this temple has a very good reputation.

In addition, the host of Nan'an Temple is Master Weichen, and the old monk is also a master of the martial arts saint level. He is very funny and a little unrestrained. He is very familiar with Zhan Zhao. He squats at the entrance of the temple all day long, teasing kittens, dogs and children nearby.

Everyone walked all the way to Nan'an Temple, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang asked Tianzun and Yin Hou all the way, "Didn't Lin Yehuo's life experience have anything to do with the ancient golden city? His ancestors were traced back to Persians, although Lin Yehuo's appearance seemed different from that of Persians..."

Yin Hou shook his head and said, "Things like blood always come from two aspects. One of the fathers and one of the mothers. In this world, there is only one tribe with red-haired and amazingly beautiful tribes. Most of the people in this tribe are fair-skinned to almost translucent."

Everyone was surprised, "What clan is so powerful?"

Yin Hou and the Heavenly Lord looked at each other and said lightly, "Sand Demon Clan."

Everyone was confused after hearing this - Sand Demon? Is it a human or a demon?

Everyone arrived outside the main gate of Nan'an Temple and walked in. Yin Hou whispered to Zhan Zhao and others, "The identity of the Sha Demon is very strange. Wusha has always wanted to hide from Lin Yehuo's bloodline for the rest of his life, but it is not covered up tightly. I guess I will have a headache when I go back now."

Gongsun listened to the conversation between the crowd, chased after a few steps, walked behind Yin Hou and Tianzun, and asked them, "Was the sand demon the two old men mentioned is the kind of person who is known as the three evil spirits together with the mermaid and the mountain maid..."

Yin Hou smiled, "It's indeed...but not."

Gongsun didn't understand.

Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang was a little puzzled when he listened, "Aren't Mermaids and Shanmu both sucking people?"

Zhao Pu listened to it freshly, "I have also heard the legend of the sand demon. There is a kind of sand demon living in the northwest desert. They will appear when the black storm strikes. It is said that the sand demons are very beautiful and will lure passing caravans into the quicksand pit and die. They are very evil monsters. So there is a saying in the northwest that if you see a beauty in the desert, no matter how beautiful you are, you can't follow."

The Heavenly Lord laughed, "The legend is indeed like this..."

Everyone looked at each other.

Pang Yu obviously looked at Lin Yehuo with admiration, "Oh... Lin Yehuo is quite a monster, but isn't he a stupid and cute guy? Why did he become a man-eating monster?"

Yin Hou shook his head, "Sand Demons are in line with monsters like Mermaid, Shanma, Tianmu, etc., just because of misunderstandings from the world. The Sand Demon Clan, like the Silver Fox Clan, is not a monster at all, but a person with special appearance and bloodline. No one knows Lin Yehuo's genealogy, but there must be people from the Sand Demon Clan in his blood relatives, which is why he will never get lost and can get out even after entering the ghost realm."

"Yes, Su Qing said that Lin Yehuo walked into the Ghost Realm and walked around and came out again." Zhan Zhao also remembered, "Although the Ghost Realm and the Skeleton Sea are the periphery of the Ghost Sea, and are not as famous as the Ghost Sea, it is also a dangerous place where there is in and out, there is no going, no going, no going, no going."

"Is the characteristic of the Sand Demon Clan that it is that it won't get lost?" Bai Yutang said that this characteristic is quite good.

While talking, everyone entered the south courtyard of the temple and walked straight north.

When he walked to the north gate, a little monk ran over and bowed to Zhan Zhao, "Sir Zhan."

Zhan Zhao recognized the chubby monk who was sixteen or seventeen years old at a glance, "Xuyan, is the abbot here?"

"The abbot is in the North Courtyard." Xu Yan obediently ran to open the gate leading to the North Courtyard and led everyone in.

As soon as you enter the gate of the North Courtyard, compared with the hustle and bustle of the South Courtyard, this place is simply a pure land. It is surrounded by kapok trees. The flowering season has not yet arrived, so the trees are full of green leaves.

The birds singing on the trees, and the sound of chanting scriptures coming from afar, the solemnity of the school really makes me feel like a Buddhist Pure Land.

Xu Yan had already jogged to the Zen Hall, and Zhan Zhao and others came straight to the front of the White Tower, looking up at the top of the tower with their faces raised.

Zhan Zhao looked at the locked stone door in front of him with his hands behind his back, "Weichen is becoming more and more cautious, and the doors are actually locked."

"Amitabha, aren't you afraid that people will sneak in?"

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw an old monk with kind eyebrows coming over and saluted everyone with a smile.

Wei Chen is a great monk who is in power. His status is not as high as a few floors higher than that of Shaolin abbot, and everyone hurriedly returned the greetings.

Weichen raised his head and saw Yin Hou. He was a little surprised, "Rare guest."

Hou Yin raised his eyebrows and looked behind him.

Wei Chen looked over his gaze and saw a kapok tree not far away. Tianzun stood sideways with his hands behind his back, looking up at a bird's nest on the tree.

Wei Chen was stunned. The Tianzun had black hair at this time, which made the monk instantly feel that he had some illusion, "Uh..."

The monk opened his mouth, and the Heavenly Lord turned around and glanced at him.

The monk was stunned for a long time, and asked Yin Hou laughed and crying, "Is this man rejuvenated or dyed his hair or who did you stimulate him?"

Yin Hou smiled slightly, "It's a long story."

Wei Chen looked at Tianzun again. At this time, he noticed the little four sons who were following Gongsun obediently.

The monk tilted his head and stared at Xiao Sizi.

The little fourth son was quite shy and hid behind Gongsun, revealing half of his face and aiming at Weichen.

Wei Chen was so happy that he squatted down and waved to him.

The little fourth son looked at Gongsun, and Gongsun patted his head and asked him to go over.

The little Sizi walked to the dust. At this moment, he was still wearing a goose-yellow silk gown, a rusty red cotton jacket, and a pair of red deerskin boots, which was particularly cute.

After Weichen looked at it carefully, he raised his face and laughed, "What a fat little fox..."

Master Weichen said something and looked at Xiao Sizi again. Sure enough... the little guy's cheeks were bulging.

Zhan Zhao gently touched Bai Yutang with his arm, that's what he meant - this monk was also trying to die, and when he met, he said that Xiao Sizi was fat.

The little fourth son glanced at the monk and went back to Gongsun. Wei Chen was still following him, "Little God, do you eat persimmon cakes? Have you brought those little foxes in your house? Tell me to hug me."

Yin Hou stopped the monk who was unrighteous and said, "We have a good job, let's go to the tower."

The monk blinked, then looked at the Tianzun who was looking at the scenery in the distance, and asked, "Confirm?"

Yin Hou nodded.

"Oh." The monk took out the key, opened the door of the pagoda, and let everyone in.

Everyone followed Yin Hou into the pagoda. Bai Yutang turned around and saw the Heavenly Lord standing under the kapok tree watching the scenery, and seemed to have no intention of following him.

Zhan Zhao looked at Yin Hou, who shook his head and signaled - don't worry about him, let him stand outside.

So, everyone entered the interior of the pagoda together.

Although this pagoda is locked all year round, it is obviously someone who cleans it carefully. At least there is no floating or sinking on the floor stairs, and there are no spider webs on the roof.

Weichen took everyone upstairs, arrived at the roof, and opened another door.

The moment the door was opened, the square-shaped sunlight cast from the window on the roof shone on the red wooden floor, and a faint smell of sandalwood came to the face, which was simple and quiet.

The space inside the wooden door is spacious, with four pots of lush June snow potted plants placed in four corners around it. Between the lush green branches and leaves, there are white flowers dotted with stars.

In the middle of the room, there is a group of white jade sculptures. Under the sunlight, the surface of the white statue is covered with a layer of faint, soft warm light.

A man with long white hair stood in the wind, holding a cane in one hand and holding a book in his hand behind him. There were seven lifelike foxes around him, accompanied by his lifelike foxes.

This sculpture, Zhan Zhaohe Baiyutang and Zhao Pu, has seen it... Nan'an Temple has a long history. Before, they only thought that this group of sculptures was treasures left in ancient times, so they were preserved so carefully. Later, they realized that this was the famous Silver Demon King, so they faced this legendary strange man again, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and look carefully.

Although it is hard to see the charm of an old friend, the beauty of the statue in front of you still makes everyone feel deeply moved.

The demon king has a handsome face as a fairy, and his expression and manners are quite similar to that of the Heavenly Lord. However, in terms of temperament, the demon king has a sense of vicissitudes that is difficult to describe in words... Although he is very young and very gentle, the feeling revealed between his eyebrows and eyes is much more complicated than that of Yin Hou and the Heavenly Lord.

Unfortunately, no matter how realistic the white jade statue is, it cannot carve the eyes of the demon king. The eyes are the seedlings in the heart. Not seeing the eyes means not seeing the person, and everyone can't help but feel regretful.

In addition, Zhan Zhao noticed that the corner of the demon king's mouth was slightly picked, as if he was smiling, and his smile was quite sarcastic, but the whole facial expression gave people the feeling that it was not frivolous.

So Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang suddenly asked at the same time, "What kind of person is the Demon King?"

After asking, the two looked at each other - it really felt the same.

But what is even more surprising is that Master Weichen and Yin Hou spoke almost at the same time, only answering three words, "Big bastard!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Yin Hou sighed, walked behind the demon king, and reached out to break the scroll in his hand.

The upper half of the scroll was broken off and it turned out to be a jade cylinder.

Hou Yin took out a scroll from the cylinder and took it to a table beside it to spread it for everyone to show it.

There were many words written on the scroll and many tables were drawn. When everyone looked at it briefly, they found that it was similar to a genealogy. It introduced several tribes in detail and was also accompanied by paintings.

Mr. Yin turned to a certain section and pointed at it, "There is a description of the Sand Demon Clan here."

Everyone carefully read the record.

It turns out that the Sand Demon Clan is a tribe who can understand the sound of wind, rain and sand flow, and feels particularly sensitive.

The number of people in the Sand Demon tribe is rare, and it is said that they live in the sea of ​​ghosts. At the same time, the Sand Demon does not lure merchants into the quicksand pit, but because they are too beautiful and occasionally encountered by merchants, they will be followed. The terrain in the desert changes rapidly, and those merchants lose their direction because they fail to follow and fall into the quicksand pit. Gradually, there is a legend that the sand demons are seduced into the quicksand pit.

The scroll also records that the sand demon lives in the ghost sea without contacting people, and the number is gradually becoming rare. The demon king predicts that the sand demon clan will be completely extinct in not long.

Zhan Zhao pulled the scroll down and found that there were hundreds of records of different tribes.

"Are these tribes with special abilities?" Zhao Pu asked.

Yin Hou nodded, "But there are only a few remaining species that still survive. The others have been exterminated, mostly because of the fusion of bloodlines."

Everyone nodded, thinking that the Silver Demon King is OK, is it really a reincarnation of an immortal? Why do you know so many secrets?

Master Weichen saw that Mr. Yin looked through the scroll and was curious, "What are you doing when you check the sand demon?"

Yin Hou suddenly remembered and asked Weichen, "How long hasn't you seen Wusha?"

Weichen raised his eyebrows, "Who wants to see that fat man?"

Everyone nodded secretly, and their expression seemed to be quite familiar.
To be continued...