Chen Yang let go, and the bronze mirror fell to the table with a clang. The picture on it shook with water ripples, not daring to dissipate.
He didn't dare to connect to the subsequent scenes, so he just froze there, quietly waiting for Chen Yang to recover.
I really don't dare to move.
"Logan..."
"...And, my child."
"Am I really a father?"
Chen Yang didn't notice that at some point, his face was filled with tears.
He closed his eyes, letting the sun shine on his face, letting the lotus mist tree rustle, and the wind passed through its branches and leaves, bringing out wisps of fruity fragrance and hitting Chen Yang's face, as if
Comfort softly.
"Hmm, fruity?"
Chen Yang raised his head, wiped away his tears, and looked up.
All I could see was that among the branches and leaves of the Lotus Mist Tree, at a height facing Chen Yang, a Lotus Mist Fruit was constantly condensing.
First it was the size of a little finger, then it looked like a thumb, then it was about the size of a baby's fist, and finally it was about the size of Chen Yang's fist.
Pink, white, and fragrant.
The fruit looks like lotus mist, or the legendary life fruit, with a slight human shape.
When the melon is ripe, the stem will fall off, and when the fruit is ripe, it will fall off.
The Lotus Mist Fruit fell directly into Chen Yang's arms, without even picking it.
Chen Yang smiled and said to the Lotus Mist Tree: "Brother Shu, are you congratulating me?"
The wind blows and the tree crowns sway up and down, as if they are nodding with joy.
"Then I thank Brother Shu."
Chen Yang wiped the lotus fruit with his sleeve and then took a bite.
The extremely sweet juice exploded in his mouth.
In addition to the rich and fresh fruity aroma, there was also full spiritual energy bursting out, like a clear spring, washing his whole body.
"As expected of the fruit of spiritual roots."
Chen Yang sighed with emotion. After eating a few mouthfuls, he moved the energy and blood throughout his body and felt that he had unknowingly increased a lot.
In my mind, the visual images of Yin Shen became increasingly clear, as if all kinds of dharma images were brought into my mind.
Chen Yang thought about it for a long time, and made up his mind that before he returned, he would ask the tree brother to bear a few more fruits and bring them back to his wife and the children who didn't know whether they were boys or girls to taste.
Chen Yang allowed his thoughts to wander. After a while, he calmed down completely. He tapped the mirror with his knuckles and said calmly: "Continue."
Bronze Mirror obediently continued the demonstration.
This time, what appeared was a well.
The edge of the well is covered with moss, which looks primitive and vicissitudes of life. I don’t know how many years it has been there.
The well is neither big nor small, and has an eight-sided shape.
It was moving slowly, emitting green smoke.
Up to this point, everything was normal, until the next scene appeared, Chen Yang's spirit suddenly became tense.
That's a person.
A man wearing a black cloth cover on his head and black gloves on his hands pushed the corpses one after another into the well.
The well was like a bottomless pit, no matter how many corpses were pushed in, they would all be swallowed up silently.
"stop!"
Chen Yang let out a low drink, and the picture on the mirror froze.
He didn't have Mei Wenxin's masterful painting skills and image-like memory. He could just stop and observe carefully at any time, and he didn't dare to utter the word "no" even if he was drying the mirror.
Chen Yang's eyes mainly fell on the corpses.
He saw that there were blood spots on the skin of the corpses, and the faces that had not been wiped were bleeding from all the orifices, and they were full of sick faces.
All died of illness.
Moreover, Chen Yang was all too familiar with this state of death.
After he, Guan Yun and the others came back from Lingyin Village, most of the dead in Longmen County looked like this.
"This well is at Longmen."
"The picture above is also something that happened recently, is happening, or will happen in the future. In short, it is not far away."
"Otherwise, where would we find so many corpses of those who died of illness?"
Chen Yang thought about it, waved his hand and said calmly: "Continue."
The images on the mirror flow.
The well, after devouring the corpse, seemed still unsatisfied, vibrating gently and spitting out colorful smoke...