At the same time, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain in the second world, seemed to notice something. He raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.
At that moment, he had a vague feeling as if he was swept by divine thoughts, but this divine thoughts lacked agility and were very mechanical, as if they were only aimed at exploring the rules of the outside world.
As for Wang Baole, his entire body, both inside and outside, is now permeated by the laws of joy. Over the past few months, he has completely hidden the external laws within his body.
This point has a lot to do with the fifth step of his cultivation. Since all the ways are available, he can also achieve the ultimate in subtle control, so he can hide it perfectly.
If the fourth step was taken, it would be impossible to hide it completely like Wang Baole because it was just the source of the source and the involvement was too deep.
"The water in the Yuan Yu Dao Kong is very deep..." Wang Baole withdrew his gaze towards the sky, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate, causing the seeds of the Tao of Happiness in his body to emit countless tentacles and continue to grow in his body.
Time passed slowly like this, and soon another three months passed. Wang Baole's rules of the Way of Happiness have now reached a more perfect level. At the same time, he has also experienced the goodwill from the residents of the village at the foot of the mountain. It seems that those who practice this Way of Happiness, themselves
Most of them are kind, which is related to the origin of this rule.
This kind of goodwill was also recognized by Wang Baole.
But...it is obvious that in this Yuanyu Daokong, qualities such as goodness are not the main theme. It is like a torch appearing in a dark night. If the darkness cannot be suppressed, the final outcome will be to be regarded as an alien.
Extinguished in darkness.
This was the case in this branch village of Xiyi Line. One night a few days later, Wang Baole, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the mountains in the distance.
What I looked at there was completely dark, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I could only see the dark shadows formed by the vegetation with the help of the faint moonlight, but... it was too quiet.
Perhaps it was this quietness that caused Wang Baole to hear the faint sound of a strange opera.
"There will be no rebirth..."
"The back is always there..."
It was a woman's voice, full of resentment, strangeness, and even more depressing, as if it contained a shrill unwillingness and roar, but could not be released.
When it reached Wang Baole's ears, Wang Baole's whole body shook violently, as if his heart was being held by a pair of invisible hands at this moment, and was slowly squeezing it, as if to crush it, tear the blood vessels connected to it, and cause death.
It's like being pulled out of the body.
At this moment, in front of Wang Baole's eyes, the dark mountains in the distance became translucent. The originally weak moonlight seemed to be able to penetrate through this translucency, making the world seem clearer than before.
a lot of.
And with this clarity, I can see... there is a woman wearing a green dress and black hair shawl, with her head lowered, walking from the mountains. Her figure is very tall, even level with the mountains, and she can see
There were drops of blood slowly falling on her face covered by black hair.
Around her, there were hundreds of vague figures floating. Sometimes these figures turned into music, sometimes they returned to human form. Together with this woman, they were slowly walking towards the village under the mountain where Wang Baole was.
The singing became clearer and clearer.
"It hurts lovesickness and stirs up dust..."
"Who is waiting for whom to come back..."
Wherever he passed, the surrounding translucent mountains were dyed red by dripping blood, and all the vegetation was withering. The malice of the voice was even stronger, and the suppressed and sad thoughts seemed to have reached their extreme at this moment and were about to burst out.
Wang Baole's mind roared again, and the principles of joy in his body dispersed instantly. He squinted his eyes and stared at the woman in green walking in the distance. Based on his understanding of the world, he already knew the origin of the woman without having to guess.
It was the monk from Tingyucheng, but it was obvious that what appeared this time was not at the same level as what he encountered in the red mist. The latter was just a short section of notes, not a complete piece of music.
But now, not only the music is more complete, but also the lyrics have appeared.
It can even affect his mind, which shows that the identity of the woman in green must be a powerful person in Tingyu City.
"Are you looking for me? Or are you going to destroy the branch of Xi at the foot of the mountain?" When Wang Baole's eyes flashed with cold light, in the depression under the mountain where he was, the monks of the Xi branch also woke up one after another, with bursts of joyful sounds, accompanied by
Joy suddenly overflowed in all directions, like a fire that was suppressed in the darkness but was unwilling to be extinguished and was barely holding on.
As this joy spreads, a certain method of transmission is formed, which is being continuously activated. A soft light curtain can be seen rising from the edge of the depression, as if it is turning into a cover.
As an orthodox branch of the Joy lineage, even if it is weak now, since it has been hunted all year round, it is natural that there are some ways to save one's life, and relying on the transmission of joy is one of them.
When these light curtains are connected together to form a complete cover, it is the moment when the transmission begins.
It's just that the singers who came to listen to the city this time were too powerful. The strangeness and malice revealed in the singing directly affected the minds of everyone in the village, making every monk of the Xi branch feel as if his heart was being grasped, and his face was expressionless.
While it is pale, its vitality is also rapidly passing away, as if it is about to wither.
This caused their laws of joy to be impacted and affected. The opening of the method of teleportation could not be completed instantly. It was even distorted in the fluctuations of the singing. The rising light curtains showed signs of collapse.
.
Wang Baole sighed softly. He had lived here for half a year. Since he recognized this village, no matter whether the other party came to find him or the target was this village, he had no reason to stand idly by.
So at the moment when the teleportation light curtain in the village was distorted, Wang Baole looked at the woman in green walking slowly in the distance, with a smile on his face. Almost at the moment when his smile appeared, the Rule of Joy burst out on him, forming a wave of
Invisible fluctuations of emotions suddenly spread out around him.
Wherever he passed, the withered grass and trees seemed to be alive again, and the blood-stained mountains seemed to be washed away, showing their true colors. Even the translucent heaven and earth were forcibly transformed at this moment.
Return to position.
The woman in green clothes walking from a distance suddenly stopped in her steps. The singer monks floating around her, seven or eight of them, could not help but smile. Their music was interrupted by themselves, and their bodies were swaying.
The moment the smile appeared,... both body and soul disappeared.
Taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, the light curtains in the village at the foot of the mountain were connected in an instant, and the teleportation formation suddenly opened. While the Xizhi branch monks in the village were teleporting away, the woman in green who had paused in her steps slowly raised her head.
beginning.
Under the moonlight, you can see the face of this woman exposed in the gap between her black hair. That face... there is bleeding from all her orifices, and there is a deep black bruise on her neck.
Her eyes were deep and dark, and there seemed to be a wisp of a woman's figure inside her eyes, dancing gracefully like an actress, singing a more depressing and malicious opera.
"It rains at night and the lights turn on in autumn..."