The evening drum of the Pufa Temple has already sounded, most of the people who entered the incense have left, and the branches of the thousand-year-old pine outside the temple poke into the air like a dragon, and the moonlight poured down, making the thousand-year-old temple look more and more quiet.
The night sky is deep, the Milky Way is brilliant, Wang Xuan walked towards Ancheng with his head full of stars, he was somewhat bottomless in his heart, and he provoked "one" again?
He secretly slandered himself, he was really evil! When it comes to mysterious factors, unnatural phenomena occur that are difficult to explain scientifically.
He was nervous in his heart, he didn't know what unpredictable events would happen tonight, and he really didn't want to be tossed around anymore.
At this point, he felt that everything in this world is balanced, and when you feel that you will gain something, then you must be giving something.
He took the initiative to absorb the mysterious factor, thinking that he was digging up the myths buried by the years, and would step on a brilliant path in the field of old magic, but he was not approaching danger, and even this was a deep pit, with a sweet and fragrant bait in front of him, waiting for the latecomers to approach, this may not have been deliberately done by the ancients.
By now, Wang Xuan would never dare to underestimate those people in ancient times, since they were once brilliant, then there must be something extraordinary and terrifying, and he now has some serious doubts about the truth of becoming an immortal.
"I hope you can spend tonight safely!"
Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but he returned with the stars and the moon, had a simple meal on the side of the road, and returned home after nine o'clock in the evening.
After washing, he visualized a golden sun, with flames soaring, burning the clouds and mist in the sky, illuminating a bright world, with golden light and rain falling everywhere, sacred and peaceful.
"Demons retreat!"
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed, and he fell into a deep sleep after a long time, which is the benefit of practicing old techniques, and he will never lose sleep.
Sure enough, his worries came true, even if he ran the root method before going to bed and visualized a bright sun, dispelling the fog and darkness, something was still wrong.
Close at hand, an old monk was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body was black, as if he was about to ulcerate, and his eyes were bleeding with crimson blood, looking at him.
Wang Xuan's hair exploded on the spot, he lifted the quilt with a whistle, woke up and sat up, the feeling was so real, he seemed to smell a slight rotten smell just now.
Is the one who came bad? He turned on the light and drank a glass of water, and then silently operated the root method, absolutely unable to be at peace tonight.
And he always felt that something was wrong with this old monk, it was not ominous at all, there was no Buddha's light shining, and he had never shown the divine Dharma.
On the contrary, the old monk was black all over, and some seemed to be about to decay, which was completely different from the scene of the female alchemist casually attracting the bright thunder of the galaxy.
But one thing is the same, both of them have bloody eyes, as if they have experienced some very tragic event, and they are unwilling to die.
"This pit is a bit big, I fell in inexplicably, the situation is not good!" Wang Xuan is rarely so serious, and his heart is extremely heavy.
He felt more and more that the truth of the feaathing might be many times more complicated than his speculation in the Buddhist Temple, and the first glimpse already made him feel very scary.
Earlier, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the inner scene, and he entered by himself, without the guidance of the patriarch, he could still stand in the empty time in this era.
But now he was a little scared, his performance was indeed amazing, his achievements were extraordinary, but this was not necessarily a good thing, he seemed to be slowly lifting a heavy and mysterious curtain that had fallen over the years, and there might be danger approaching in doing so.
These days, he has been thinking about how to find strange objects similar to feather fossils to improve his strength.
At that time, he was still thinking that if some of the remnants of the spiritual energy of the ancients appeared, even if there were some abnormal scenes, it would not be a big deal.
But now he was a little frightened, he thought too well earlier.
If he triggers mysterious events many times, there will be a few more inexplicable creatures around him, such as alchemists, fairies, old monks, etc., which will definitely be far from the imagined scene of forming a table with a harmonious atmosphere and playing mahjong
"This time, before I entered the inner scene, I followed an old monk with bleeding eyes, could it be that as long as we find mysterious factors in this world, attract and absorb them, something unpredictable will happen?"
Wang Xuan felt that this time he had lost a lot, last time he at least used the remaining spiritual energy of the female alchemist to enter the inner scene, and his strength had improved a lot.
This time the old monk didn't give anything, and followed him home, his body smelling of decay, sitting on the head of the bed and looking at him.
After Wang Xuan visualized it, he fell asleep again.
Sure enough, the old monk came again, his skin was black, his eyes were dripping with blood, and he sat motionless on the bedside looking at him, not saying anything, but it was enough to make people feel terrified.
Wang Xuan did not wake up, and the scene he visualized was presented, and the other him, holding a large black gold stick, directly smashed at the head of the old monk sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, which was not gentle at all, quite intense.
He thought clearly, since this kind of residual spiritual energy at the moment could not interfere with the present world, nor could it hurt his spirit, and the person who came was not good, he didn't need to get used to it, just take action.
Otherwise, if he encounters some again in the future, he will have to make a confession like an uncle, and he will have to be exhausted to death.
With a bang, the old monk exploded, and before he collapsed, he seemed to be deeply surprised, and his dead gray eyes showed a look of astonishment.
"Since you have a request for help, speak well and don't put on this posture!" The Wang Xuan holding the black gold stick scolded, as for the self, he was still asleep and did not wake up.
After a while, the old monk reappeared, this time he did not sit on the edge of the bed, although his eyes were still bleeding and his body was black and rotten, but he was very conscious, standing far away, and his backs were folded.
In an instant, a hazy Buddha's light fell down, reflecting an extremely vague scene, with Arhats sitting cross-legged and Bodhi trees swaying, singing Zen songs.
In his sleep, Wang Xuan's subconscious was violently active, and he saw those scenes that were blurred to the point of almost dispersing.
In those scenes, stone pagodas scattered, ancient temples collapsed, bodhisattvas soared into the sky, golden arhats rose, Bodhi trees rose from the ground, and in the light and rain sprinkled by the Buddha's light, those sacred scenes entered deep space.
What does it mean? Wang Xuan wondered, this is the picture the old monk showed him, is there any request for him?
Soon, the old monk seemed to be unable to hold on, and those already vague scenery were shattered, no longer existed, and could no longer manifest.
The old monk himself was also uncertain, and his almost decayed form began to become a little blurry.
At this time, Wang Xuan noticed in surprise from his unstable state that he had ignored before, and when the old monk dimmed and was about to disappear, it seemed that a thick curtain covered his decaying body.
Then, Wang Xuan woke up, because his subconscious mind was working violently, and he got up from his deep sleep.
"It's strange, the old monk seems to have come from the darkness, revealing himself from a long distance, trying his best to make this step, and the female alchemist always stood in front of me, I didn't notice the details that should have been, maybe they are actually in a very distant realm, so it seems that the female alchemist is extremely powerful, far surpassing the old monk."
After some visualization, Wang Xuan fell asleep again, and that night he made up his mind to "chat well" with the old monk, not panicking, and communicating slowly.
The old monk reappeared, still walking from the dark, his figure was blurred, and in his demonstration, he seemed to step out of the stone wall and broke the iron chain that bound him.
Although Wang Xuan's subconscious mind 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 him absorbing mysterious factors at night?
Then, another Wang Xuan appeared, still holding a big stick, and said: "Since you have asked for it, why don't you show sincerity? In the early years, a female alchemist entered my dream and once said that I was ranked in the immortal class."
Although Wang Xuan did not dare to talk nonsense like this, he was inspired to mention the old monk and ask for benefits.
At this time, Xiao Wang was really fearless and was ready to ask the Buddha for a bribe!
The old monk was in a daze, and then silently demonstrated a boxing technique, which really gave benefits?!
Wang Xuan's subconscious can naturally be seen and quickly memorized, which is like...... Donkey Kong Fist? Moreover, there are only a few styles of turning and turning around.
The old monk was very dedicated, and he clearly demonstrated how to exert force and how various parts of the body, including the five organs, vibrated.
When he was in Daheishan Mountain, Sun Chengkun, the man in black, had used it, and even Wang Xuan couldn't bear to practice the Golden Body Technique, his fingers were almost broken, and his nails were lifted open by terrifying forces.
The old monk's performance was incomplete, he was trying to stretch his body, but he couldn't do it, he could only demonstrate this step, and when he swung the fist technique behind him, he himself began to disintegrate.
Wang Xuan woke up again, sat cross-legged on the bed and spoke directly, saying: "If you can continue to show me that kind of boxing technique, it will appear in my dreams, if not, don't disturb me to sleep, I will think carefully about your problem when I wake up tomorrow."
He recalled that kind of boxing technique, which seemed to be a little different from the Donkey Kong fist of the man in black, he pondered for a while, and felt that it was not simple, it seemed quite extraordinary.
In the end, Wang Xuan entered the dream, but the old monk did not reappear.
He felt that the external posture was easy to imitate, but the vibration and force of various parts of the body were quite difficult!
"Don't rush, take your time. Today, I still need to go to the Buddhist temple to solve the problem of the old monk."
Wang Xuan felt that those scenes in the dream, the Bodhisattva was gone, the ancient temple collapsed, and the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree rose from the ground, all of which may be related to some historical events in reality.
Early in the morning, Wang Xuan came to the Pufa Temple again.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, how could he feel like Lao Chen? Two days ago, Wang Xuan was on the phone with Aoki, and he didn't hear that Lao Chen was coming back, and Aoki said that Lao Chen would live there for a while.
"No, it's Lao Chen!" Wang Xuan thought that he would never mishear, how keen his perception was now.
In order to confirm, he quickly rushed to a courtyard and found Lao Chen.
In Wang Xuan's opinion, Lao Chen was exuding an ominous aura all over his body, after all, he was accompanied by an unsolvable female alchemist, Wang Xuan turned around and left, not wanting to be implicated by Lao Chen again.
However, when he turned around, Lao Chen also saw him and actually ...... Faster than he ran!
What is the situation? Obviously wrong! Wang Xuan was deeply surprised, why did Lao Chen run away when he saw him? Shouldn't he come over and complain and ask him to take away that "immortal"?
Wang Xuan immediately realized that Lao Chen, who loved fishing, had not held back his good idea and was hiding something from him, but fortunately he reacted super quickly and turned around to chase Lao Chen.
"Lao Chen, I see you, stop!"
In full view, Lao Chen didn't want to attract attention, so he stopped abruptly and walked back calmly.
"Where in life do you not meet?" Wang Xuan greeted.
"The meeting is close at hand." Although Lao Chen had thick dark circles under his eyes, he was quite calm, and the old god responded.
"The fate is indescribable." An old monk passing by glanced at the two of them in surprise, interjected, and then walked away.