The mouth of the vortex collapsed and expanded to about three feet in a short period of time. It was cold and dark at an unknown depth, and the rumbling sound was very frightening. A thin mist floated up from the surface of the water nearby, and even the spiritual energy in the sky was affected.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, causing the trees on the island to sway and their branches and leaves to dance.
The water birds flew away in fright, making bursts of chirping, and flew to the farthest island to settle down.
Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the water surface was slowly declining. Using nearby islands as a reference, the wet marks faded out one by one. It was very obvious. He was floating in the air without moving. Why did Shui Jing Mei make such a big noise?
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The huge noise caused by the whirlpool in the water quickly attracted the attention of the world spirit under the yellow sand in the distance.
Balls of yellow sand and mist surged to the edge of the water. They climbed into the air to observe the Taoist priest and the strange things on the water. They did not dare to get too close to the Taoist priest. They were not good-tempered. They would draw their swords at each other if they disagreed with each other. They were extremely murderous.
Now I don't really want to mess with you.
Of course, if they get the chance, they will have to attack in groups and cut the smelly Taoist priest into pieces.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced around with cold eyes, and all the buzzing fell silent.
If he continued to stare at the black whirlpool below, in almost a word, the entire water area dropped five feet. If it continued to fall at this rate, it would take two hours for the water area to completely bottom out.
He was thinking about whether Shui Jingmei was practicing martial arts or something?
He decided to wait for another half hour until the water level dropped to about six feet. If Shui Jingmei didn't show up again, he would say hello with the sword in his hand.
"Excuse me, Chief...what's the situation under the water? Isn't it because the pond is leaking?"
A weak questioning voice came from the southeast.
The question was absurd and whimsical.
Based on various signs, they calculated that the water area should be able to persist for about five years. How could such a change occur in advance? They want to grab the glimmer of hope before the collapse of the blessed land, but they are not ready yet.
Of course, if the situation is critical, they will not make any preparations and rush into battle but still have to fight hard.
This is also the first time that a world spirit speaks so politely.
Zhang Wenfeng replied simply with two words: "I don't know!"
Even if he knew it, he would not tell the other person. He once again warned with his eyes that he would draw his sword and kill anyone who dared to cause trouble.
He was able to despise the eleven clouds of yellow sand and mist surrounding him and not take them seriously, all because of the shocking effect of drawing his sword again and again and fighting to the death.
Those cheap guys can't be polite to them.
There was a spirit in the yellow sand mist that was so angry that it didn't dare to show any obvious dissatisfaction.
They communicated with each other to discuss countermeasures, and strange things happened in the blessed land that were beyond their control, making them feel an unprecedented crisis.
Before their souls were forcibly extracted to suppress this node, all of them were at the fourth level of cultivation, each with their own wisdom and knowledge. Unfortunately, over time, they have experienced the ups and downs of spiritual energy again and again, and their original souls, talents, memories, etc. have been worn away.
With little left, he became violent and violent, turning into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, almost acting on instinct.
Nothing can be achieved through the negotiation, so we can only wait on the edge in frustration.
He can't beat him again and again, and he's not as fierce as anyone else.
There is no other way but to wait for them. After all, we have to see the results, otherwise how can we feel at ease?
The long wait seemed very torturous. The world spirit couldn't suppress its violent emotions and hurriedly left the place and ran to the yellow sand field in the distance to stir up sand mist and sand dunes in the sky. It didn't dare to provoke the Taoist priest to draw his sword. After venting his anger, he ran back and continued waiting.
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Zhang Wenfeng was always paying attention to the falling water level. He saw that for almost half an hour, the fresh sand mark exposed on the island was more than five feet high. He noticed that the mouth of the vortex was slowly converging, and the water level was slowing down. He felt a little relieved.
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Unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to draw his sword against the water spirit lurking under the whirlpool.
It was a life-threatening matter concerning whether he could go out, so he had to be cautious.
The world spirits who were waiting eagerly also discovered the new situation of the vortex, and there was another buzzing sound. If it weren't for the Taoist priests who shocked the whole audience, they would have used their own methods to test the weirdness below the vortex.
They work hard to break into the water and vapor vitality.
Even if you can't stay for long, it's still okay to take action once or twice.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the vortex shrank to a size of about ten feet, and a slowly rising column of turquoise water gushes out from underneath, dripping with green water. Sitting cross-legged in the middle is a seven or eight-year-old novice monk wearing a gray monk's robe.
The young monk held an alms bowl in his left hand. There seemed to be water flowing in it. He stood up quickly and saluted the Taoist priest in the air with one hand raised in front of his chest: "Little monk Xuanxiu, thank you Taoist Master for protecting the law!"
Zhang Wenfeng had already retreated dozens of feet away, and was level with the water column about five feet above the water. He raised his hands and returned the greeting: "It's not worth mentioning. Zhang Wenfeng has met Master Xuanxiu."
He also didn't expect that the water spirit would turn into a human form and become a little novice monk.
It was really beyond his expectation. There was still a slight aura of water essence in the little monk's body that had not been restrained. He would not admit it wrong.
Then he thought of Monk Fayuan. That monk could know the opening time of the entrance and exit of Bishui Pond Blessed Land. He probably found out the secret from the temple collection and knew that there was such a mysterious young monk hiding under the water here. He deliberately said it was a chance to attract him.
Come.
Young monk Xuanxiu saluted to the world spirits hidden in the mist of yellow sand, looking around, and said: "Thank you all for coming to watch the ceremony, please come back!"
He was very considerate in his etiquette. If it weren't for the fact that the third-level aura exuding from his body could not be completely restrained, he would be like a little monk who is harmless to humans and animals and has no knowledge of the world.
The world spirits were relieved, it was not that the pond was leaking, the imminent crisis was resolved, and the chaos dispersed.
Different ways do not work together, and they are too lazy to be polite to the young monk.
I made them wait in fear for half an hour and didn't say anything harsh to them. It was already showing the Taoist priest's face.
Zhang Wenfeng observed the young monk who suddenly appeared. He would not be fooled by his appearance.
He guessed that the other party was an old senior from more than 500 years ago, at least a monk with a cultivation level of the fourth level or above. He knew that he could not survive the ebb of spiritual energy, but he was not willing to take the risk of going to Duxian Island or Climbing the Immortal Road, so he ran into the Bishuitan Blessed Land to hide.
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Using something similar to the secret technique of reincarnation, he attached himself to the spirit of the underwater spirit, and his mind was awakened by his scriptures. It was similar to the "awakening spirit" of the reincarnation of gods, and then it melted the soul of the water spirit and merged into one.
This also explains why Shui Jingmei was able to advance to the third level of transformation in just a few years.
As for whether it was accurate or not, it was probably about the same. He would not inquire into other people's privacy, so he said warmly:
"Master Xuanxiu, Zhang is abrupt and wants to ask you a question."
"Taoist Zhang, please speak."
The little monk smiled innocently and was able to come back to life. Although the current situation he was in was very bad and the blessed land was on the verge of collapse, he was in a very good mood and everything he looked at felt beautiful.
What is a strong character? It is nothing more than being exposed to many winds and rains and being able to withstand the hardships of the weather.
Zhang Wenfeng did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point and asked: "Master Xuanxiu, you also know the current situation of Bishuitan Blessed Land. Can we get out of trouble and leave? Please tell the truth."
He watched the young monk's every move closely in order to judge the authenticity of the young monk's words.
It was a matter of life and death and hope. No matter how calm and pure his state of mind was, it was now rippled and unstable.
The young monk smiled and said, "There is a way to get out of trouble."
Zhang Wenfeng's tight heart suddenly relaxed. There is a way. A smile appeared on his face. When he looked at the young monk, he felt that he had a pretty face and beautiful eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he was pleasing to the eye.
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