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Chapter 317

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The next moment, he gently placed his hand on the Taiji diagram, faint green light, emitted from his palm. Ghost Li expressionlessly looked at the light in his hand, felt the familiar Taiji Xuan Qing Way energy flowing through his meridians, that once belonged to this mountain!

As if a person who had been sleeping for a long time had finally woken up, the tranquility of the stone chamber was suddenly broken by a faint sound. It was as if the entire cave dwelling had sighed softly, and something began to turn. Then, the Tai Chi diagram also lit up with a cyan light, and at the same time, the Tai Chi diagram began to turn.

After turning a full circle from left to right, there was a sudden "click" sound from the stone wall, and everything stopped. Ghost Li retracted his arm, quietly waited.

The moment of silence disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a dull and rumbling sound came from the cave. To the right of the Taiji pattern, a circular crack suddenly appeared on the stone wall that was originally complete. Then, it slowly rotated to the side, revealing a secret cave entrance. However, there was a strange, greyish-white misty object hovering at the entrance of the cave. It looked like mist, but also like water ripples. It was constantly spinning, and the inside of it was hazy and indistinct, making it hard to see clearly.

Ghost Li looked at that mist, Mr Ghost in the end did not lie to him. But in this mysterious mist, who knew what it was?

He didn't hesitate. He didn't even seem to think much about it as he strode in.

The mist swallowed him, that figure quickly disappeared and the two stone walls this time quietly turned back, gently closed, not a trace was left.

In a trance, in the haze, deep in the firmament, a lightning flashed past, abruptly pierced the darkness of the long night, turned into an enormous light sword and descended from the sky, so dazzling, making one unable to look straight at it, pierced deep into one's heart.

Then, in the dark firmament, a strange moon glimmering with strange silver light rose, hanging high in the distant horizon.

In that instant, his mind was completely blank. He had forgotten everything except for his gaze, which was still fixated on the back of that streak of white light.

Like a deep voice with hidden bitterness, someone was softly crying but then a familiar voice laughed, a young voice with a sound, finally started to cry.

For some reason, he held his breath!

He was inexplicably nervous, but his heart was beating so fast. It was as though there was wind beside his ears, but he couldn't feel his own existence. It was as though there was only a pair of eyes looking around, and finally, he saw …

It was a small village with a dilapidated temple behind it.

'Have you given birth? 'a man's voice asked anxiously.

"She gave birth! Mother and child are safe and sound, it is a boy! 'The midwife's voice was full of laughter, and she said loudly,' Congratulations! '

"Hehe, hehe …" The honest man laughed in a simple and honest manner. There was some comfort and happiness in his simple emotions. The next moment, he saw the crying boy, the child nestled in the arms of his parents.

"What name should I give it? His father! "His mother was a little weak, but she still had a happy smile on her face.

Her father thought for a moment and said, "We don't recognize any characters. I think the most knowledgeable person in the village is Mr. Lin, who teaches at the east end of the village. Didn't he name all the children in the village? Why don't we ask him to name them?"

Her mother nodded, and her father went out. Not long after, he walked in from outside with a smile on his face and a note in his hand. He said, "Mister Lin said that for people like us, the most important thing is to be safe and to live a good life. That's why he gave us three characters and wrote it here."

Her mother said happily, "Oh, knowledgeable people are really different. What name did he give our son?"

The father brought the note to the side of the mother with his rough hands. He wrapped his arms around the mother and the child who was sleeping soundly. He lowered his voice, as if he had great respect and love for these three words, and quietly said,

"Zhang, Xiao, Fan …"

"Kaboom!"

There was a sudden clap of thunder in the sky, and rain fell from the sky. His whole body suddenly trembled, and he panted heavily!

It was raining outside the house, and the sky was as dark as ink. The distant Mount Qing Yun looked ferocious. In the bitter rain, his father and mother hugged each other, their peaceful faces were full of smiles, and they looked at the child in their arms …

He wanted to shout, but he could not make a sound. Thousands of words echoed in his mind, but in the end, they only turned into two words:

"Dad, Mom!"

The raindrops that filled the sky seemed to fall on his face, chilling him to the bone.

The moon in the sky was shining with a faint light.

"Bang!"

A stone flew from the sky, like it went through his body, and landed behind him. The sky became clear, a group of children were running in the village, laughing and playing loudly.

The normal looking boy was running with all his might, a boy a little older than him was chasing with a group of children, shouting: "Shaw Danon, stop if you have guts!"

The child in front spat, said as he ran: "You think I am an idiot!" Instead, he ran even faster.

The children ran all the way to the old temple at the east of the village. From the outside, the small temple was very old, it must have been through a lot of storms.

Shaw Danon was the first to rush in, the group of children behind him also ran in. In the old temple, there seemed to be children's voices coming out.

He stared blankly, his mind suddenly blank, as if there was an indescribable fear, coming from the depths of his heart where it had long been buried, spreading out bit by bit, filling his entire heart.

Step by step, he quietly approached the thatched temple, approaching the nightmare that seemed to have disappeared a long time ago.

The older boy with a delicate appearance was riding on Shaw Danon's body, his face was proud, smiled: "I caught you, now you have nothing to say?"

Shaw Danon rolled his eyes, said: "Not counted, not counted, you plotted against me, how can it count?"

The boy was surprised, asked: "When did I plot against you?"

Shaw Danon said: "Baye, you dare to say that you did not put this door here?"

The boy called Baye loudly said: "No such thing!"

Shaw Danon pursed his lips, tilted his head, determined not to surrender, not to give in.

Baye's anger rose, one hand strangled his neck, said angrily: "You said if you catch me, you will admit defeat, do you accept it?"

Shaw Danon ignored him.

Baye's face was red, his hand tightened, said loudly: "Do you accept it?"

Shaw Danon's throat was strangled, breathing became difficult, his face began to redden, but at such a young age, his temper was very strong, he did not say a word.

Baye became more and more angry, the strength of his hand increased, his mouth repeatedly said: "Do you accept it, do you accept it, do you accept it?"

Do you accept it … … do you accept it … … this voice suddenly echoed in his mind like a mountain and sea, the sadness of many years, in the repeated cries, rose up in his heart.

Then, as if he had been looking forward to it, but also as if he was not prepared for it at all, the hand that had quietly stretched out from the passage of time, withered and full of wrinkles, was so familiar, so intimate, and yet so soul-stirring, filled with boundless hatred!

The old monk, smiling, still the kind and kind smile, stood in front of him. In an instant, his world was completely blank. Everything else, the village, the children, the dispute, suddenly disappeared. There was only that compassionate and peaceful old monk looking at him with a smile. It was like a picture that had never faded in the years of time.

His whole body trembled, an indescribable grief and anger rose up in his heart, he could not help but scream to the sky.

The sky, when did it become dark?

There was wind and rain, quietly falling!

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