A Monk in Another World 59, A Monk in Another World

This article comes from [Yao~Kan~Piaotian Literature] Once the formation breaks out, it will be impossible to stop it. He fully understands this, his face is as gloomy as water, he did not expect to be so careless and jump into the fire pit so easily (high-quality text first,

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Although he was frightened and angry, he did not have an attack. He suppressed his anger and slowly looked around, trying to find a flaw. Although every formation has infinite mysteries, it always has its flaws. There is nothing in the world without flaws. If you find a flaw, you can break the formation.

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Although he has no confidence, moving less and looking more is the way to protect yourself when you are trapped in the formation. A single move affects your whole body, just like being stuck in a quagmire. The more you move, the deeper you sink (high-quality text first published, all in %

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Presumably the three of them also have this common sense. As long as they don't move, the distance between them will not change, but everything in front of them will obscure their five senses.

He pondered for a moment, pulled out his sword, and swung it slowly. The distance between them was not far, and they might be able to touch each other. As long as the four of them got together, it would be easy. There was strength in numbers.

He waved a few times, frowned, and failed to detect the other three people. He saw a pine tree not far away. If he waved the pine branches, judging from the original distance, he could touch them.

Thinking of this, he was a little excited and hurriedly walked towards the pine forest. After taking three steps, his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and looked back. The scenery changed again and was beyond recognition.

He slapped himself fiercely. He was so stupid that his mind was shaken. When he took this step out, he was really trapped in the formation!

He looked up to the sky and let out a long whistle, and listened for a moment. There seemed to be a whistle in the distance, so he chased in the direction of the whistle.

From time to time, he let out a long roar, performed Qinggong, climbed mountains and waded through rivers, and moved forward in a straight line, but after walking for a while, his face became gloomy again.

The howling sound in the distance keeps changing. Sometimes it's in front, sometimes it's behind, then it's left, then it's back, it's right, it's unpredictable, like several people are howling at the same time.

Could it be that all three people heard his whistle? The old man surnamed Lu pondered, thought about it, and decided not to blindly chase. He only went in one direction.

He moved forward in one breath toward the east, which he estimated to be about ten miles, but there was no more whistling. Instead, there was a constant whistling coming from the south, constantly responding to his own long whistling.

He frowned and thought for a while. Still not giving up, he whistled and headed east. After more than ten miles, there was still no movement. After each whistle, only the south responded.

He shook his head helplessly and could only head south, but after walking for more than ten miles, the whistling disappeared again, and only the whistling echoed from the west.

At this time, no matter how stupid he was, he knew there was a problem. This was the function of the formation, to make him faint and confused, and it did achieve its goal.

He took a deep breath and stopped, knowing that there was no hope of finding his companions. Instead, he would sink deeper and deeper, and would eventually be in bad luck.

The only way out is to sit down and wait quietly.

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Li Muchan observed the words and deeds of the four old men with the eyes of the void, feeling the depth of their cultivation, and secretly sighed that they were indeed worthy of the Baiyun Sect. The depth of their cultivation was far beyond his own reach (first high-quality text, all in %).

Even after using the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, he was not sure that he could defeat any of them. Moreover, they were also proficient in swordsmanship, so he didn't know if they could defeat the Sky-Breaking Sword.

The power of the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique is infinite, but he dare not think that he is the best in the world and that no one can match it. Although the swordsmanship in this world is not prosperous, the environment in this world is different, and there is no guarantee that there will be no one who can beat the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique.

If it weren't for the Great Teleportation Technique, he wouldn't have dared to get close to these four people. Once he got close, based on their cultivation, they would have long since caught up with him, and they wouldn't be able to escape even if they wanted to.

After observing silently for a while, he turned around and left. The formation naturally dissipated after an hour. The death of Su Keli and Wei Chaoyang, along with the death of An Xiangnan, has become an unsolvable mystery that cannot be traced back to him.

There is no grudge against the Baiyun Sect, so there is no need to kill these four old men.

As he walked, he opened the bag and found a small flat box inside, as well as an antique silk album. The silk album had about thirty pages and was thick and bulging.

He was overjoyed and ignored the small box. He took the silk book and looked at it carefully. A line of ancient characters came into view. They were powerful and simple, and contained a strong sense of peace. He frowned and shook his head with a wry smile. He did not recognize these characters.

Large characters.

In the original world, he could recognize almost all the ancient characters, but not in this world. For the people in this world, he was far from being called knowledgeable.

He glanced at it a few times, but in the end he didn't recognize it. He still didn't recognize it. He wouldn't recognize it just because he looked familiar. Recognizing words is different from recognizing people.

He felt that the temperament contained in these words should be something from Buddhism. This kind of peaceful atmosphere was the most familiar to him and was unforgettable.

He is extremely curious about the Buddhism in this world. Unfortunately, the Buddhism in this world is different from the original world. They are hidden in the world and cannot be seen by ordinary people. The martial arts they practice are even more secrets.

Even if someone like Master Xuezhu is seen, they can only practice Zen and cannot ask him for martial arts. They can only say that the secrets of Buddhism are different from secular martial arts and should not be practiced.

Now that he finally encountered the secret method of Buddhism, he was both excited and emotional. It seemed that he was still destined to Buddhism, and he would always meet the opportunity no matter what.

Although he didn't recognize these words and didn't know what was written, he would never think it was a Buddhist scripture. An Xiangnan would not treasure a set of Buddhist scriptures and keep them secret.

He flipped through the inside and found some pictures of handprints, then some words, and a picture of Buddha sitting cross-legged on a huge lotus, his eyes slightly closed, his hands in the mudra, his body emitting colorful lights, and there were three figures behind his head.

Dao light wheel.

He didn't understand any of the rest of the text, so it was impossible to guess.

He put the silk book back into his arms, then picked up the small box and opened it. Inside was a round black bead, pitch black, like a ball of ink solidified into a black bead.

Could this be the reincarnated spirit bead?

Li Muchan stared at the black bead for a while, then tried to inject internal energy, but there was no response. Then he concentrated on it with his spirit, but there was no response.

He thought for a while, and finally squeezed his middle finger, and a drop of heart blood dripped onto the black bead. The blood slid down directly, without any contamination, and there was still no reaction.

Li Muchan shook his head helplessly. The more he looked at the black bead, the more it looked like an ordinary stone bead. No matter how hard he tried, there was no response. However, his keen intuition clearly told him that this bead was extraordinary and contained great mysteries that needed to be explored.

Although he got these two treasures, he could see whether he could eat them or not, which made him feel happy and depressed at the same time.

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The Song Family Bamboo Grove Courtyard in Baiye City

In the evening, Song Shuhua sat in the small pavilion, holding her chin with one hand and resting her elbow on the stone table, lazily looking at the rustling bamboo forest.

The green bamboo swayed. It seemed to contain an inexplicable rhythm. I fell in love with it, and my heart calmed down unconsciously, and everything around me became quiet.

She was wearing a dark green robe, and her skin was like cream. Her face was as white as jade, her eyes were as black as jet ink, and as white as mercury, with clear black and white.

She was lazily motionless, but she was twirling her fingers with her left hand, as if calculating something, her delicate red lips lightly opened, and she murmured to herself. Her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly from time to time.

After a while, she let out a long sigh, stood up somewhat solemnly, and wanted to go back to sleep, when suddenly a chuckle sounded: "Miss?"

She turned around and looked over. Li Muchan was standing in front of the pavilion with a fluttering green shirt and a smile.

"You...you..." Song Shuhua pointed at him.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Done!"

Song Shuhua breathed a long sigh of relief and said angrily: "Why did you come back!"

Li Muchan chuckled and said, "We encountered a little trouble!"

"What's the trouble? (The first high-quality text, all in %)!" Song Shuhua tensed up. Although Li Muchan was in front of her, he couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard this.

Li Muchan said: "Someone from the Baiyun Sect has also gone."

"People from the Baiyun Sect?!" Song Shuhua frowned. The Baiyun Sect was something the Song family couldn't afford to offend. If a conflict really broke out, the consequences would be disastrous.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It seems that there are many strange people in the world. There is a person in Baiyun Sect with an amazing sense of smell. He found An Xiangnan's hiding place. Fortunately, I was one step ahead!"

"They didn't chase you, did they?" Song Shuhua immediately realized that since she could chase An Xiangnan, she could also chase Li Muchan.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "I will use the formation to trap them, and he will suffer a little. It is not that easy to chase me."

"What kind of trouble?" Song Shuhua looked interested.

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Li Muchan jumped, fluttered into the small pavilion, and sat down in front of the stone table. Song Shuhua sat opposite him, holding a pot in her bare hands and pouring him a cup of tea, staring at him with clear eyes.

Li Muchan took the tea cup and said with a smile: "I set up the Five Souls Loss Chaos Formation. The sharper the facial features, the more unlucky it will be. This will probably break his sense of smell."

"How to break it?" Song Shuhua asked.

Li Muchan laughed and said: "It will confuse his sense of smell and make it lose its sensitivity. The sharper the sense of smell, the easier it is to stimulate and break it."

He has a deep understanding of this. The more sensitive he is, the more susceptible he is to stress. A loud bang is just a shock to ordinary people, but to people with keen ears, it is like a thunder, shaking the heart, and may even scare people with heart disease.

In the past, things often had yin and yang, pros and cons, and nothing was perfect.

Song Shuhua curled her lips and said, "If they find out, you'll be doomed!"

No matter how powerful Li Muchan is, he can't defeat the Baiyun Sect. It's like an ant meets an elephant. No matter how powerful he is, it's useless. The Baiyun Sect has a profound foundation and has many masters.

Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't face them, I hid in the dark. The Baiyun Sect really can't be underestimated, they are all powerful!"

"That's natural!" Song Shuhua said angrily: "They don't have much ability. Baiyun Sect has been finished long ago. The higher they go, the more fierce the fight becomes. This is not a small fight like Taihuatang!"

She was a little angry that Li Muchan provoked them. If he didn't do anything right, his life would be in danger. It was no joke. These famous sects were high-sounding, but they were all ruthless.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Taihua Hall is not easy either. Xiyang Hall is ready to make a move these days. Do you want to send a few experts there?"

"Can't you handle it?" Song Shuhua squinted at him.
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