Deep Space Beyond

The twilight drum of the Pufa Temple has long sounded, and most of the people who entered the incense have left. Outside the temple, the branches of the thousand-year-old pines protrude into the air like horned dragons, and the moonlight pours down, making the ancient temple more and more quiet.

The night sky was deep and the Milky Way was shining brightly. Wang Xuan walked towards Ancheng with the stars in the sky on his head. He was somewhat at a loss, did he provoke "one" again?

He secretly slandered, it's really evil! When mysterious factors are involved, unnatural phenomena that are difficult to explain scientifically will occur.

He was nervous in his heart, not knowing what unpredictable events would happen tonight, he really didn't want to be tossed again.

At this point, he has some feelings. Everything in this world is balanced. When you think you will gain something, then you must be giving something.

He took the initiative to absorb the mysterious factors, thinking that he was digging up the myths buried by the years, and he would embark on a splendid road in the field of old art. Why is he not approaching danger, even this is a deep pit, and there is a sweet scent in front of him. The bait of the Tao, waiting for the latecomers to approach, this may not be intentional by the ancients.

Up to now, Wang Xuan absolutely dare not underestimate those people in ancient times. Since they were once brilliant, they must have their extraordinary and terrifying qualities. Now he has some serious doubts about the truth of Ascension to Immortal.

"I hope you can spend tonight safely!"

Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but ended up returning with a star and a moon. He simply ate something on the side of the road and returned home after nine o'clock in the evening.

After taking a shower, he visualized a golden sun with soaring flames, burning up the clouds and mists in the sky, illuminating a bright sky and raining golden light everywhere, sacred and peaceful.

"The demon retreats!"

Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep. This is the benefit of practicing old art, and he will never suffer from insomnia.

Sure enough, his worries came true, even if he ran the root method before going to bed, visualized a bright sun, and dispelled the mist and darkness, something would still happen.

A short distance away, an old monk was sitting beside the bed, his body was black and seemed to be festering, and his eyes were flowing with red blood, and he was looking at him.

Wang Xuan's hair exploded on the spot, he lifted the quilt with a snort, woke up and sat up. The feeling was too real, he seemed to have smelled a slightly rotten smell just now.

Is the visitor bad? He turned on the light and drank a glass of water, and then silently ran the root method. There is absolutely no peace in tonight.

Moreover, he always felt that something was wrong with this old monk, not peaceful at all, without the light of the Buddha, let alone the appearance of the divine Dharma.

On the contrary, this old monk was black and looked like he was going to be rotten, which was completely different from the scene where the female alchemist attracted the dazzling thunder like a galaxy.

But there is one thing that the two are the same, they both bleed from their eyes, as if they had experienced some kind of very tragic event, and they are unwilling to die.

"This pit is a bit big. I fell into it for no reason. The situation is not good!" Wang Xuan is rarely so serious, and his heart is extremely heavy.

He felt more and more that the truth about the feathering might be many times more complicated than his guesses in the Pufa Temple, and the first glimpse made him feel very scary.

Earlier, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the interior, and he entered it by himself, without the patriarch to guide him, so he could still stand in the emptiness of time in this era.

But now he is a little scary. His performance is indeed amazing and his achievements are extraordinary, but this is not necessarily a good thing. He seems to be slowly uncovering a certain layer of heavy and mysterious greatness that has been pressed down by the years. curtain, doing so may be in danger.

These days, he has been thinking about how to find something similar to the feather stone, so as to improve his strength.

At that time, he was still thinking that if there was some residual spiritual energy from the ancients, even if there were some abnormal sights, it would not be a big deal.

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

If he triggers mysterious events many times, and there are a few inexplicable creatures around him, such as alchemists, fairy girls, old monks, etc., it will definitely be far from the imagined scene of forming a table with a harmonious atmosphere and playing mahjong.

"This time, before I entered the interior scene, I followed an old monk with bleeding eyes. Could it be that as long as mysterious factors are discovered in this world, and they are absorbed and absorbed, something unpredictable will happen?"

Wang Xuan felt that this time he lost a lot of money. Last time, he at least used the remaining spiritual energy of the female alchemist to enter the interior scene, and his strength improved a lot.

This time, the old monk didn't give anything, and followed him home, his body smelled of rot, and he sat on the bedside and watched him.

After Wang Xuan meditated, he fell asleep again.

Sure enough, the old monk came again, with dark skin and blood dripping from his eyes. He sat motionless at the head of the bed and looked at him, saying nothing, but it was scary enough.

Wang Xuan didn't wake up, and the scene he imagined appeared. Another him, holding a **** gold stick, smashed it directly at the head of the old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed. It was not gentle at all, but rather violent.

He figured it out clearly, since the remaining spiritual energy at the moment cannot interfere with the world, nor can it hurt his spirit, and those who come back are not good, he doesn't need to get used to it, he just needs to take action.

Otherwise, if he encounters some again in the future, he will have to give it up like an uncle, and he will have to die of exhaustion.

With a bang, the old monk exploded. Before he collapsed, he seemed to be deeply surprised, and his dead gray eyes showed a look of consternation.

"Since you have a request from others, speak well, and don't put on such a posture!" Wang Xuan, who was holding a big stick of black gold, scolded him. As for the self, he still slept and didn't wake up.

After a while, the old monk reappeared. This time, he didn't sit by the bed. Although his eyes were still bleeding and his body was black and rotten, he was very conscious, stood far away, and folded his back.

In an instant, a hazy Buddha's light shone down, reflecting an extremely blurry scene, an Arhat sitting cross-legged, a Bodhi tree swaying, and chanting chanting.

In his sleep, Wang Xuan's subconscious became violently active, and when he saw the blurred and almost scattered scenes, he was not awakened immediately, but was attracted. Was there really a Bodhisattva in the past?

In those scenes, stone pagodas were scattered, ancient temples disintegrated, bodhisattvas vacated the sky, golden arhats rose up, bodhi trees rose from the ground, and in the rain of light sprinkled by the Buddha's light, those sacred scenes entered the deep space.

What's the meaning? Wang Xuan wondered, this is the picture the old monk showed him, do you want to ask him?

Soon, the old monk seemed unable to hold on, and those blurred scenes were fragmented, no longer existed, and could no longer be manifested.

The old monk himself was also unsteady, and his almost rotten body began to become a little blurry.

At this time, Wang Xuan, from his unstable state, was surprised to notice the details that he had neglected before. When the old monk faded away and was about to disappear, it seemed as if there was a thick curtain covering his decaying body.

Then, Wang Xuan woke up. Because his subconscious was vigorously active, he got up from his deep sleep.

"It's weird, the old monk seems to be coming from the dark, manifesting himself far away, and doing his best to achieve this step, while the female alchemist is always standing in front of me, I didn't notice that what should have been Maybe they are all in a very distant land, so it seems that the female alchemist is extremely powerful, far surpassing the old monk."

After Wang Xuan meditated for a while, he fell asleep again. That night he made up his mind to "have a good chat" with the old monk, not panic and communicate slowly.

The old monk reappeared, still walking from the darkness, with a blurred figure. In his demonstration, it seemed that he stepped out of the stone wall and broke the chain that bound his body.

Although Wang Xuan's subconscious was not awake, it was shaking violently again. Could it be that the old monk was trapped in the rock wall and was released by him after absorbing the mysterious factor at night?

Then, another Wang Xuan appeared. It was the vision he had imagined earlier, still holding a big stick, and said, "Since there is something to ask for, why don't you show your sincerity? Ordinary people ask the Buddha for incense, what should the Buddha ask for ordinary people? The female alchemist entered my dream, and it was said that I was ranked in the fairy class."

The 3000th female university ranked in the immortal class. Although Wang Xuan didn't dare to talk nonsense like this, he was inspired to give advice to the old monk and ask for benefits.

At this time, Xiao Wang was really fearless, ready to bribe Fosso!

The old monk was in a daze, and then silently demonstrated a boxing technique, did it really benefit him? !

Wang Xuan's subconscious can naturally be seen and quickly memorized, this is like... Donkey Kong Fist? Moreover, there are just a few over and over.

The old monk was very dedicated. How to exert his strength and how to vibrate various parts of his body, including the five internal organs, he demonstrated very clearly.

Donkey Kong Boxing is indeed a secret skill. When he was in the Great Montenegro, Sun Chengkun, a man in black, used it. Even Wang Xuan couldn't bear it when he practiced the golden body technique.

The old monk's performance was incomplete. He was trying to stretch his body, but he was unable to do what he wanted. He could only demonstrate this step. When he swung the following fists, he began to disintegrate.

Wang Xuan woke up again, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said, "If you can continue to show me that kind of boxing, it will appear in my dream, if not, don't disturb me to fall asleep, I will wake up tomorrow and carefully Think about your problem."

He recalled that kind of boxing, which seemed to be somewhat different from the Donkey Kong Boxing of the Man in Black.

In the end, Wang Xuan entered a dream, but the old monk did not reappear.

Until early in the morning, Wang Xuan woke up, seriously recalled the experience in his dream, and began to slowly cast that kind of fist mark. He felt that the external posture was easy to follow, but the vibration and force of various parts of the body were quite difficult!

"Don't worry, take your time. Today, I still need to go to the Pufa Temple to solve the problem of the old monk."

Wang Xuan felt that the visions in the dream, the departure of the Bodhisattva, the disintegration of the ancient temple, and the rise of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree may all be related to some historical events in reality. com As long as he understands the inside story, then the riddle about the old monk can be solved, and this mysterious incident can be completely dealt with.

Early in the morning, Wang Xuan came to Pufa Temple again.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, how could he feel like Old Chen? Are you delusional? The old colleague was frightened and went to Xinxing. Two days ago, Wang Xuan was on the phone with Aoki. He didn't hear that Lao Chen was coming back, and Aoki said that Lao Chen would stay there for a while.

"No, it's Old Chen!" Wang Xuan thought that he would never hear it wrong, how keen his perception is now.

To prove it, he quickly rushed to a courtyard and found Lao Chen.

From Wang Xuan's point of view, Lao Chen was exuding an ominous aura all over his body. After all, he was surrounded by a female alchemist who couldn't solve it. Wang Xuan turned around and left, not wanting to be implicated by Lao Chen again.

However, when he turned around, Lao Chen also saw him, and he ran faster than him!

What's happening? Obviously wrong! Wang Xuan was deeply surprised, why did Lao Chen run away when he saw him? Shouldn't he come to complain and ask him to invite the "celestial" away?

Wang Xuan immediately realized that Lao Chen, who likes to fish, didn't hold back his idea. He was hiding something from him. Fortunately, he responded very quickly, and he turned around and went after Lao Chen.

"Old Chen, I see you, stop!"

The morning sun was shining, and many people had come to the temple to offer incense. Under the watchful eyes of all, Lao Chen didn't want to attract attention, so he stopped abruptly and walked back calmly.

"Where in life do we not meet." Wang Xuan greeted.

"Meeting is very close at hand." Although Lao Chen had heavy dark circles under his eyes, he was quite calm, and the old **** responded.

"The fate is indescribable." An old monk passing by glanced at the two of them in surprise, interjected, and then walked away.