The dusk drums of Pufa Temple have already sounded, and most of the people who offered incense have left. The branches of thousand-year-old pines outside the temple are like horned dragons protruding into the air. The moonlight pours in, making the thousand-year-old temple even more tranquil.
The night sky was deep and the Milky Way was brilliant. Wang Xuan walked towards Ancheng with stars in the sky above his head. He was somewhat unsure. Did he provoke "someone" again?
He secretly cursed, how evil! Once mysterious factors are involved, unnatural phenomena that are difficult to explain scientifically will occur.
He was nervous, not knowing what unpredictable events would happen tonight, and he really didn’t want to be tormented anymore.
At this point, he had some feelings. Everything in this world is balanced. When you feel that you will gain something, you must be giving something.
He took the initiative to absorb the mysterious factors, thinking that he was digging out the myths buried by the years and would embark on a brilliant path in the field of old arts. But he was also approaching danger. Even this was a deep pit. Putting sweet-smelling bait in front of you to wait for latecomers to approach may not be intentional by the ancients.
Now, Wang Xuan definitely does not dare to underestimate those people in ancient times. Since they were once brilliant, they must be extraordinary and terrifying. Now he has some serious doubts about the truth of becoming an immortal.
"I hope I can spend tonight safely!"
Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but he came back under the stars and the moon. He ate something simple on the roadside and didn't return until after nine o'clock in the evening. Arrive at home.
After washing, he visualized a golden sun, its flames rising, burning up the clouds and mist in the sky, shining out a bright universe, with golden light rain falling everywhere, sacred and peaceful.
"The demon retreats!"
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed. After a short time, he fell into a deep sleep. This is the benefit of practicing old skills. He will never suffer from insomnia. .
Sure enough, his worries came true. Even if he used the root method before going to bed and visualized a bright sun to dispel the fog and darkness, something happened.
Close at hand, an old monk sat beside the bed. His body was black and seemed to be ulcerated. His eyes were filled with red blood and he was looking at him.
Wang Xuan's hair stood up on the spot. He opened the quilt with a cry, woke up and sat up. The feeling was too real. He seemed to have smelled a slightly rotten smell just now.
Is the person coming here unkind? He turned on the light, drank a glass of water, and then silently worked on his root method. There would be absolutely no peace tonight.
And he always felt that something was wrong with this old monk. He was not peaceful at all. He did not have the Buddha's light shining all over him, and he never showed the sacred Dharma.
On the contrary, why is this old monk all black, as if he is about to rot? It is completely different from the sight of the female alchemist casually attracting thunder as bright as a galaxy.
But one thing is the same between them. They all had bleeding eyes, as if they had experienced some very tragic event and were unwilling to die after death.
"This pit is a bit big. I fell in for no reason, and the situation is not good!" Wang Xuan was rarely so serious, and his mood was extremely heavy.
HeThere is a growing feeling that the truth about Yuhua may be many times more complicated than what he guessed at Pufa Temple. The first glimpse already made him feel very scary and amazing.
In the early days, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the inner scene, and he did so by himself. Without the guidance of his ancestors, he could still stand in the empty time in this era.
But now he is a little shocked. His performance is indeed amazing and his achievements are extraordinary, but this is not necessarily a good thing. He seems to be unintentionally slowly uncovering something that has been suppressed by the years. There is a heavy and mysterious curtain, and danger may be approaching when doing this.
These days, he has been thinking about how to find strange objects similar to feather fossils to improve his strength.
At that time, he still believed that if some of the remaining spiritual energy of the ancients appeared, even if some abnormal scenes appeared, it would not be a big deal.
But now he is a little frightened. He had thought too well earlier.
If he triggers mysterious events many times, and there are a few more inexplicable creatures around him, such as alchemists, fairy aunts, old monks, etc., they will definitely form a table with the imaginary ones, where the atmosphere is harmonious and you can play mahjong. The scene was far different
"This time, before I entered the interior, an old monk with bleeding eyes followed me. Could it be that as long as we discover mysterious factors in the real world, guide and absorb them, we will Something unpredictable happened?"
Wang Xuan felt that he had suffered a big loss this time. Last time, he at least used the remaining spiritual energy of the female alchemist to enter the interior location, and his strength improved a lot.
This time the old monk didn't give him anything, and followed him home alive and dead. His body exuded a rotten smell, and he sat on the bedside and looked at him.
After some meditation, Wang Xuan fell asleep again.
Sure enough, the old monk came again. His skin was black and his eyes were bleeding. He sat motionless on the bedside and looked at him. He didn't say anything, but it was enough to scare people.
Wang Xuan did not wake up, and the scene he was visualizing appeared unexpectedly. Another person, holding a black gold stick, directly hit the head of the old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed. Not gentle at all, quite intense.
He thought clearly, since the remaining spiritual energy could not interfere with the present world, nor could it hurt his spirit, and the person who returned it was not good, there was no need for him to tolerate it, he could just take action.
Otherwise, if he encounters them again in the future, he will be treated like an uncle and sacrificed to death.
With a bang, the old monk exploded. Before he was about to collapse, he seemed to be deeply surprised, and there was a look of astonishment in his death-gray eyes.
"Since you have something to ask for, speak up and don't show such a posture!" Wang Xuan, who was holding a black gold stick, scolded him. As for himself, he was still sleeping and did not wake up.
After a while, the old monk reappeared. This time he was not sitting beside the bed. Although his eyes were still bleeding and his body was black and rotten, he was very conscious and stood far away from him and put his hands together.
In an instant, a hazy Buddha light fell, reflecting an extremelyIn the blurry scene, there are Arhats sitting cross-legged and bodhi trees swaying, singing Zen.
During his sleep, Wang Xuan's subconscious became violently active, and he saw the scenery that was so blurry that it was almost scattered. He was not awakened immediately, but was attracted to it. Was there really a Bodhisattva in the past?
In that scene, stone towers were scattered, ancient temples collapsed, Bodhisattvas soared into the sky, golden Arhats stood up, and Bodhi trees rose from the ground. In the rain of light falling from the Buddha's light, those sacred scenes entered the deep sky.
What does it mean? Wang Xuan was puzzled. This was the picture the old monk showed him. Did he ask for it?
Soon, the old monk seemed unable to hold on any longer. The originally blurry scenery was fragmented, no longer existed, and could no longer be manifested.
The old monk himself was also unsteady, and his almost decayed body began to become a little blurry.
At this time, Wang Xuan was surprised to notice the details that he had ignored before. When the old monk dimmed and was about to disappear, it seemed that there was a thick curtain covering him. A decaying body.
Then, Wang Xuan woke up. Because his subconscious was violently active, he got up from his deep sleep.
"It's weird. The old monk seems to be walking out of the darkness, appearing in a very far place. He tried his best to achieve this, but the female alchemist is always standing in front of me. I I didn't notice the details that should have been there. Maybe they are actually in a far away place. It seems that the female alchemist is extremely powerful, far more than the old monk."
Wang Xuan thought about it for a while. , fell asleep again, and this night he made up his mind to have a "good chat" with the old monk, not to panic when something happened, and to communicate slowly.
The old monk reappeared, still walking from the darkness, his figure blurry. In his demonstration, he seemed to step out of the stone wall and break the iron chains that bound him.
Although Wang Xuan's subconscious did not wake up, it was shaking violently again. Could it be that the old monk was trapped in the stone wall and was released by the mysterious factor absorbed by him at night?
Then, another Wang Xuan appeared. It was the scene he had envisioned earlier. He was still holding a big stick and said: "Since you have something to ask for from others, why don't you show sincerity? Mortals ask Buddha to offer incense. Buddha What should I do to a mortal? In my early years, a female alchemist came into my dream and told me that I would be ranked in the Immortal Class."
Although Wang Xuan did not dare to say such nonsense. But I was inspired to give some advice to the old monk and ask for benefits.
At this time, Xiao Wang was really fearless and prepared to ask for a bribe from Buddha!
The old monk was in a daze, and then silently demonstrated a boxing technique. Did it really provide benefits? !
Wang Xuan’s subconscious mind can naturally see it and quickly remember it. This is like...the Great Vajra Fist? Moreover, there are only so many moves to do over and over again.
The old monk was very attentive. He demonstrated clearly how to exert force and how to vibrate various parts of the body, including the five internal organs.
The Great Vajra Fist is indeed a secret skill. When he was in Dahei Mountain, Sun Chengkun, a man in black, once used it. Even Wang Xuan couldn't handle the golden body technique. His fingers were almost broken and his nails were severely damaged.The power of fear is revealed.
The old monk's performance was incomplete. He was trying hard to stretch his body, but was unable to do so. He could only demonstrate it to this point. When he swung the subsequent punches, he himself began to disintegrate.
Wang Xuan woke up again, sat cross-legged on the bed and spoke directly, "If you can continue to show me that boxing technique, then appear in my dreams. If you can't, don't disturb my sleep. I will think about your question carefully when I wake up tomorrow."
He recalled that the boxing technique seemed to be somewhat different from the man in black's King Kong boxing. He thought about it for a while and felt that it was not simple, but seemed quite similar. of extraordinary.
In the end, Wang Xuan entered a dream, but the old monk did not reappear.
Until early in the morning, Wang Xuan woke up, carefully recalled the experience in his dream, and began to slowly perform the fist seal. He felt that the external posture was easy to imitate, but the vibration of various parts of the body and the exertion of force were quite difficult. Big!
"Don't rush, take your time. Today, I have to go to Pufa Temple to solve the problem of the old monk."
Wang Xuan felt that those things in the dream Scenes such as the departure of Bodhisattva, the collapse of ancient temples, and the rise of thousand-year-old Bodhi trees may all be related to some historical events in reality. As long as he knows the inside story, the riddle about the old monk can be solved and completely solved. Deal with this mysterious incident.
Early in the morning, Wang Xuan came to Pufa Temple again.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. Why did he feel like Lao Chen? Is it an illusion, but the old colleague was frightened and ran to Xinxing. Wang Xuan had a phone call with Qingmu two days ago. He didn't hear that Lao Chen was coming back, and Qingmu said that Lao Chen would live there for a while.
"No, it's Lao Chen!" Wang Xuan thought that he would never hear it wrong. His perception was so sharp now.
To confirm, he quickly rushed to a courtyard and found Lao Chen.
In Wang Xuan's view, Lao Chen's whole body exuded an ominous aura. After all, there was a female alchemist who could not be solved beside him. Wang Xuan turned around and left, not wanting to be involved by Lao Chen anymore.
However, when he turned around, Lao Chen also saw him, and he actually... ran faster than him!
What's the situation? It's obviously wrong! Wang Xuan was deeply surprised. Why did Lao Chen run away when he saw him? Shouldn't he come here to complain and ask him to take away the "celestial being"?
Wang Xuan immediately realized that Lao Chen, who loved fishing, had not held back his idea and was hiding something from him. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and turned around to chase Lao Chen.
"Old Chen, I see you, stop!"
The morning glow is shining, and many people have come to the temple to offer incense. In full view of the crowd, Old Chen does not want to offend Attracting everyone's attention, he stopped suddenly and walked back calmly.
"We meet each other everywhere in life." Wang Xuan greeted.
"We are close at hand." Although Lao Chen had heavy dark circles under his eyes, he was quite calm and responded calmly.
"The fate is wonderful." An old monk passing by looked at him in surprise.The two of them glanced at each other, said something, and then walked away.