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 poke into the air like horned dragons, and 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 felt a little unsure. Did he provoke "someone" again?
He secretly cursed, it was really evil! Once mysterious factors were involved, unnatural phenomena that were difficult to explain scientifically would occur.
He was nervous inside, 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 up myths buried by the years, and would embark on a brilliant path in the field of old arts. But he was approaching danger. Even this was a deep pit, and there was a sweet-smelling pot in front of him.
It may not be intentional by the ancients to serve as bait for the Tao, waiting for latecomers to approach.
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.
"Hope you have a safe night tonight!"
Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but he returned home covered with stars and moonlight. He ate something simple on the roadside and did not return home until after nine o'clock in the evening.
After washing, he visualized a golden sun with soaring flames that burned away the clouds and mist in the sky, illuminating a bright universe with golden light rain falling everywhere, sacred and peaceful.
"Demons retreat!"
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep. This is the benefit of practicing old skills, and 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 bleeding red, 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 so real. He seemed to have smelled a slightly rotten smell just now.
Is the person who came here unkind? He turned on the light, drank a glass of water, and then silently performed the root method. There would be absolutely no peace tonight.
Moreover, 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, nor did he show the sacred Dharma.
On the contrary, this old monk was all black, as if he was about to rot. It was 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. Both of them were bleeding from both eyes, as if they had experienced some very tragic event and were unwilling to give up 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.
He increasingly had a feeling that the truth about Yuhua might be many times more complicated than what he had guessed at Pufa Temple. The first glimpse of it already made him feel very scary and astonishing.
In the early days, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the interior location, and he did so on his own, without the guidance of his ancestors. In this era, he could still stand in the empty time.
But now he is a little scared. 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 a heavy and mysterious layer that has been laid down by the years.
There may be danger approaching if you do 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 still believed that if some residual 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., it will definitely be far from the imagined scene of getting together at a table with a harmonious atmosphere and playing mahjong.
"This time, before I entered the interior, I followed an old monk with bleeding eyes. Could it be that as long as we discover mysterious factors in the real world, guide and absorb them, some unpredictable things will happen?"
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. He followed him home alive and well. 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 blackened 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 scenery he was imagining appeared unexpectedly. The other person, holding a black gold stick, directly hit the head of the old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed. It was not gentle at all, but quite violent.
fierce.
He thought clearly, since the remaining spiritual energy at the moment could not interfere with the present world, nor could it hurt his spirit, and the person who came back 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 he will be exhausted to death.
With a bang, the old monk exploded to pieces. Before he was about to collapse, he seemed to be deeply surprised, with a look of astonishment in his deathly gray eyes.
"Since you are asking for help from others, please speak up and don't show such a posture!" Wang Xuan, who was holding a black gold stick, scolded him. As for his true self, 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's light shone down, revealing an extremely blurry scene, in which an Arhat sat cross-legged, a bodhi tree swayed, and chanted Zen.
In 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 pagodas were scattered, ancient temples collapsed, Bodhisattvas soared into the sky, golden Arhats rose 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 confused. This was a picture shown to him by the old monk. Did he ask for it?
Soon, the old monk seemed to be 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 nearly decayed form began to become a little blurry.
At this time, Wang Xuan was surprised to notice the details that he had ignored before from his unstable state. When the old monk dimmed and was about to disappear, it seemed that there was a thick curtain covering his decaying body.
Then, Wang Xuan woke up, because his subconscious was violently active, and he got up from his deep sleep.
"It's strange. The old monk seemed to come out of the darkness and appeared far away. He tried his best to achieve this step. However, the female alchemist always stood in front of me. I didn't notice that what was supposed to be
The details, maybe they are actually in a very far place, so it seems that the female alchemist is extremely powerful, far more powerful than the old monk."
After some meditation, Wang Xuan fell asleep again. That night he made up his mind to "have a good chat" with the old monk, not to panic when things 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, still holding a big stick, and said: "Since you have something to ask for from others, why not show sincerity? Ordinary people ask Buddha to offer incense, but what should Buddha do to ordinary people? In the early years, there was
The female alchemist came into my dream and told me that I should be ranked among the immortals."
Although Wang Xuan did not dare to talk nonsense like this, a female college student of the Three Thousand Ranks in the Immortal Class, he was inspired to give some advice to the old monk and ask for benefits.
At this time, Xiao Wang was really fearless and was ready to ask for a bribe from the Buddha!
The old monk was in a daze, and then silently demonstrated a boxing technique. Did it really bring benefits?!
Wang Xuan's subconscious mind could naturally see it and quickly remembered it. This was like...the Great Vajra Fist? Moreover, there were only a few moves over and over again.
The old monk was very attentive and 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 opened by the terrible force.
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, just appear in my dream. If you can't, don't disturb my sleep. I will pay attention when I wake up tomorrow."
Think about your problem."
He recalled that the boxing technique seemed to be somewhat different from the King Kong Fist of the man in black. He thought about it for a while and felt that it was not simple, but seemed to be quite extraordinary.
Finally, Wang Xuan fell into 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!
"Don't be in a hurry, take your time. Today, I still need to go to Pufa Temple to solve the old monk's problem."
Wang Xuan felt that the scenes in the dream, including the departure of Bodhisattvas, the collapse of ancient temples, and the rise of thousand-year-old Bodhi trees, may be related to some historical events in reality. As long as he knows the inside story, then the riddle about the old monk will be solved.
It can be solved and this mysterious incident can be completely handled.
Early in the morning, Wang Xuan came to Pufa Temple again.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. Why did he feel like Lao Chen? Was it an illusion? But his old colleague was frightened and ran to Xinxing. Wang Xuan had talked to Qingmu on the phone two days ago, and he didn't hear that Lao Chen was coming back, and
Aoki said that Lao Chen will live there for a while.
"No, it's Lao Chen!" Wang Xuan believed that he could not hear wrongly. 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 troubled 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 let him take away the "celestial being"?
Wang Xuan immediately realized that Lao Chen, who loved fishing, had not kept his mind up 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 was shining, and many people had already come to the temple to offer incense. Under the gaze of everyone, Lao Chen did not want to draw attention to himself, so 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 the two of them in surprise, interjected, and then walked away.