Afterwards, Yang Di talked a lot with the ancient female ghost. Although Wan Xi was taciturn, Yang Di was very patient.
"By the way, doesn't the Xiwang tribe also have a Xiwang Tower, which was also stolen by your high priest?" Yang Di suddenly thought of another thing.
"The Tower of the West King was lost a long time ago and is missing, otherwise the King of the West would not have been killed by me..." The female ghost Wan Xi felt sad for a while.
"That's not your fault, it's all the insidious plan of that perverted old man Li Longji!" Yang Di shook his head.
"But I am the pawn they used to kill the King of the West. If that curse were to grow on someone else, it would not be able to harm the King of the West. I am an unlucky person after all." Wan Xi said quietly.
Yang Di opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After a moment of silence, he smiled like this: "But if you are with us now, you won't hurt anyone."
"Haha, in the past, you were also a satisfactory husband." The female ghost Wan Xi rarely showed a smile.
These words made Yang Di feel ashamed. If the girls heard these words, they would despise him again.
The evening breeze on the top of the mountain was very cold. One person and one ghost were standing on the edge of the cliff. The moonlight was bright and the surroundings were very quiet.
For a long time, just as Yang Di was about to take the female ghost Wanxi back to the tent, suddenly, in the sea of clouds in the distance, an ancient building emerged. Under the moonlight, it looked like a celestial palace floating 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 worship, symmetrical bell towers and drum towers, and a gourd-shaped tower.
Passing through the arched stone gate, a long path leads directly to those buildings.
Under the steps of the main entrance, there is an open space covered with bluestone slabs, with an old osmanthus tree with a crooked neck planted next to it.
The old tree was planted on the edge of the cornerstone of the Taoist temple. Its curved and vigorous branches, as well as most of its branches and leaves, are hanging outside the ground, deep into the clouds and mist, with wisps of light lingering, misty and extraordinary, like the night.
A fairy tree is swallowing auspicious colors.
The entire Taoist temple is floating in the clouds, like a mirage at night, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.
This was not the first time that Yang Di saw a building emerging from the sea of clouds. He had also seen the Fairy Island before, so he was a little unsure of what it was.
Reason told him that it was probably just an illusion, but for some reason, Yang Di had the illusion that the Taoist temple floating in the clouds was very real.
The female ghost Wan Xi also stared blankly at the ancient Taoist temple among the clouds in the distance.
"The benefactor has a kind heart and is very sincere towards the ghosts. I really admire it. Why not come over and have a glass of refreshing mustard together!"
Suddenly, in the Taoist temple floating in the clouds, an old voice sounded, 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 Wan Xi was still there in a daze. I don't know how long it took before she sighed quietly: "Wuji Taoist Temple... Before the death of King Xi, he said that he had two major hatreds in his life. The first was that he could not see the face of the Tang Emperor clearly, and the second was that
Wrong belief in the infinite truth..."
Hearing this, Yang Di looked even more weird. That phantom Taoist temple was actually the most mysterious Wuji Taoist temple in Kunlun legend except Yaochi.
But is that really just an illusion? Why did that old and peaceful voice sound so real just now, as if there really was an old man living in that Taoist temple.
"Mu Changge's mistake was not that he believed in Wuji Taoism, but that he believed in people who shouldn't believe in him." In that vicissitudes of Taoist temple, he was actually talking to the female ghost Wan Xi from a distance.
This gave Yang Di another thought. Could it really be a hallucination?
"There is no need to be suspicious of the donor. Just bring her over. The old Taoist once had a mortal relationship with King Xi and is willing to discuss it with you."
The old Taoist in the view seemed to understand his thoughts and spoke calmly. Immediately, under Yang Di's dumbfounded gaze, the branches and leaves of the old osmanthus tree stretched out in the sea of clouds began to extend this way.
Those branches and leaves, as if using special effects, spread towards the cliff at an alarming speed. In a few seconds, a leafy bridge was built between the Taoist temple and the cliff.
This bridge spanned the clouds and mist, and the branches and leaves were shining with luster and jewels, making Yang Di unable to believe his eyes.
He and Wan Xi stood on the edge of the cliff. The overpass with spread out branches and leaves was right under their feet. Yang Di couldn't help but stretched out his feet and stepped on the bridge with intertwined branches and leaves. He felt that there was weight under his feet, and it didn't seem like an illusion.
This time Yang Di was finally moved. It was unexpected to encounter such a strange event at the top of Yuxu Peak in the Kunlun Mountains.
He originally came here to look for the footprints of Xianyin, but what he saw and heard was a bit beyond his imagination.
"The old Taoist who the donor is thinking about also knows some secrets and can share them with you!" In the Taoist temple, the old man spoke again.
Hearing these words, Yang Di was suddenly moved. The Taoist temple and the old Taoist in the Taoist temple were full of mystery. They were obviously not from this era. The old man might really know something related to Xianyin.
"Wan Xi, do we want to go there?" Yang Di hesitated and asked the female ghost beside him.
However, while he was speaking, Wan Xi had already floated onto the overpass with intertwined branches and leaves, drifting towards the Taoist temple in the clouds and mist.
"I want to clear things up for King Xi!" A faint voice floated from behind Wan Xi.
"oh."
Yang Di nodded and quickly followed without thinking any more.
Stepping on the leafy overpass, Yang Di was cautious. When he lowered his head and looked down, he couldn't help but feel dizzy and dazed. This feeling of hanging in the air and looking down at the mountains was really shocking.
Waves of cool wind whistled in his ears. Without the cover of the rocks, the cold wind around him blew even more powerfully. Yang Di's body was shaking a little, and he felt firsthand what it meant to be cold at high places!
Fortunately, in the end, he and the female ghost Wan Xi set foot on the Taoist temple without any danger. Suddenly looking back, they were hundreds of meters away from the top of Yuxu Peak.
This is somewhat unreal, as if you have ascended to a sky, the entire Taoist temple is suspended in the sea of clouds, and the surroundings are quiet.
Passing through an archway between the mottled walls, Yang Di followed Wan Xi and stepped onto a deep path, going straight to the main hall.
After stepping over the threshold, Yang Di looked up and saw that the stone statue of Sanqing Taoist Master on the high platform of the main hall was damaged. The cinnabar and colored materials had fallen off badly, and it was obviously in disrepair.
There was an incense burner placed under the high platform, with smoke curling up. In the entire hall, there were only a few candles lit under the stone statues, and the light was not bright.
However, with the help of the moonlight shining in from outside the door, the view here is still good. About ten meters away from the door, there is a low wooden table and three futons on the ground.
The table was in a perfect position to be bathed in the moonlight, and the light and shadow were mesmerizing.
An old man with a boyish face and fair hair, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, was sitting cross-legged making tea. His beard and hair were all white, and he had a bun on his head, which was not neat. Some of the weed-like hair had not been combed properly, and one of it was stuck in his hair.
The wooden hairpins on the bun are also polished very casually.