arts of the parties concerned who get the news heavy, and the secret land is becoming more and more dangerous. it seems that something has changed, and it is more and more difficult to collect strange...the twilight drum of Pufa Temple has already sounded, and most of the people who enter the incense have left. Outside the temple, the branches of the thousand-year-old pines are like a dragon in mid-air, and the moonlight is pouring, making the thousand-year-old temple more and more quiet.

the night sky is deep and the galaxy is brilliant. Wang Kui walked to Ancheng with stars all over his head. He was somewhat unsure in his heart, so he got into trouble with "one" again.

he secretly suffers from himself. It's really weird! When it comes to mysterious factors, unnatural phenomena that are difficult to explain scientifically will occur.

he was so nervous that he didn't know what unpredictable events would happen tonight, and he really didn't want to be bothered any more.

so far he has some feelings that everything in this world is balanced, and when you think you're going to get something, you must be giving something.

he took the initiative to absorb the mysterious factor, thinking that he was excavating the myth buried by the years, and that he would embark on a brilliant path in the field of old art, and that he was not approaching danger, or even this was a deep pit, with sweet-smelling bait in front of him, and so on. It was not necessarily the ancients' intention to do this on purpose.

up to now, Wang Xuan absolutely does not dare to underestimate those people in ancient times. Since they were once brilliant, there must be something extraordinary and terrible about them. Now he has some serious doubts about the truth of feathering and ascending to immortals.

"I hope I can get through tonight safely!"

Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, only to return home in front of the stars and the moon. He simply ate something by the side of the road and didn't get home until more than nine o'clock in the evening.

after washing, he imagined a golden day, glowing, burning clouds all over the sky, shining out a bright universe, golden rain scattered everywhere, sacred and peaceful.

"Demons retreat!"

Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed. Soon he fell into a deep sleep. This is the advantage of practicing old skills. He will never lose sleep.

sure enough, his worry came true. Even if he ran the root dharma before going to bed and imagined a bright day to dispel the fog and darkness, something went wrong.

close at hand, an old monk sat by the bed, his body black, as if he was about to fester, and his eyes were bleeding with red blood, looking at him.

Wang Xuan blew up his cold hair on the spot, lifted the quilt with a cry, woke up and sat up. The feeling was so real that he seemed to smell micro-rot just now.

is it bad for those who come He turned on the light and drank a glass of water, and then silently ran the root dharma. There will be no peace tonight.

and he always felt that there was something wrong with this old monk, that he was not at all peaceful, that there was no Buddha's light, let alone that he had never shown the sacred Dharma.

on the contrary, how the old monk is black all over, and some are going to rot, is completely different from the sight of the lady who easily attracted the bright thunder of the stars.

but there is one thing that is the same. Both eyes bleed, as if they have experienced some very sad event, and they are unwilling to die.

"this pit is a little big. I fell in inexplicably, and the situation is not good!" Wang Xuan is seldom so serious and his heart is extremely heavy.

he has a growing feeling that the truth of feathering may be many times more complicated than his guess at Pufa Temple, and the first glimpse has already made him feel terrible and amazing.

in the early days, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the interior, and he went in on his own, without the help of his ancestors, so he could still gain a foothold in the empty time in this era.

but now he is a little creepy, his performance is really amazing, extraordinary achievement, but this is not necessarily a good thing, he inadvertently seems to be slowly uncovering some heavy and mysterious curtain that the years have fallen down, and there may be danger approaching.

these days he has been thinking about how to find strange things similar to feather fossils, so as to improve his strength.

at that time, he was still thinking that if some of the remaining mental energy of the ancients appeared, even if there were some abnormal phenomena, it would not be a big deal.

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but now he's a little scared, he thought too well earlier.

if he triggers mysterious events many times, and there are several inexplicable creatures around him, such as Fang Shi, fairy aunt, old monk, and so on, it will definitely be a far cry from the imaginary scene of forming a table in harmony and being able to play mahjong.

"this time, before I entered the interior scene, I followed an old monk with bleeding eyes. Does it mean that as long as mysterious factors are found in this world, some unpredictable things will happen"

Wang Xuan felt that he suffered a big loss this time. Last time, he at least entered the interior scene with the help of the remaining spiritual energy of the female scholar, and his strength was greatly improved.

this time the old monk gave nothing and followed him home alive. His body smelled of decay and sat at the head of the bed watching him.

after some contemplation, Wang Xuan went to sleep again.

sure enough, the old monk came again, his skin blackened, his eyes dripping blood, sitting motionless at the head of the bed looking at him, saying nothing, but enough to make people creepy.

Wang Xuan did not wake up, and the scenery he imagined was remarkable. The other, holding a black gold stick, threw it directly at the head of the old monk sitting at the head of the bed. It was not gentle at all, but rather intense.

he thought clearly that since the remaining spiritual energy could not interfere with the present world, nor could it hurt his spirit, and the newcomer was not good, there was no need for him to get used to it.

otherwise, in case he encounters some more in the future, he will have to confess like an uncle, and he will have to work to death.

with a bang, the old monk exploded, and before he collapsed, he seemed surprised, with a look of amazement in his dead gray eyes.

"since you want something from others, speak well, don't make such a gesture!" The Wang Xuan with the Wujin stick yelled, but the id was still asleep and didn't wake up.

A moment later, the old monk reappeared, and this time he did not sit by the bedside. Although his eyes were still bleeding and covered with black rot, he was very conscious and stood far away, and his queen closed together.

all of a sudden, there is a hazy light of the Buddha, reflecting an extremely vague scene, with Luohan sitting on a plate, a banyan tree swaying and singing Zen.

in his sleep, Wang Xuan's subconscious moved violently and saw the blurred and almost scattered scenes. Instead of being awakened immediately, he was attracted. Was there really a Bodhisattva in the past.

in that scene, stone pagodas are scattered, ancient temples disintegrate, Bodhisattvas rise, golden Luohan rises, banyan trees rise from the ground, and in the light rain of Buddha light, those sacred scenes go into deep space. What does

mean Wang Xuan wondered, this is the picture shown to him by the old monk. Do you want anything from him

soon, the old monk seemed unable to support it, and the already blurred scenes were fragmented, ceased to exist and could no longer be manifested.

the old monk himself is wavering, and the almost decaying body begins to blur a little.

at this time, from his unstable state, Wang Xuan was surprised to notice the details that had been ignored before. When the old monk dimmed and was about to disappear, it seemed that there was a heavy curtain covering his decadent body.

then Wang Xuan woke up because his subconscious mind was in strenuous activity, so he got up from his deep sleep.

"there is something strange about the old monk. The old monk seems to come from the dark, showing himself from far away, trying his best to achieve this step, while the female monk always stands in front of me, and I don't notice the details that should have been. Maybe they are all in some distant land, so it seems that the female monk is extremely powerful and far more powerful than the old monk."

after some contemplation, Wang Xuan went to sleep again. That night, he made up his mind to "have a good chat" with the old monk, do not panic, and communicate slowly.ing water, dared not delay, and rose to the sky.it is so happy that its mouth is crooked with laughter, because it is wet all over. Is this the fairy spring where it takes a bath If you say it, you ca...