high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 84

It is the rising sun, and the auspicious light is ten thousand points.

Bai Shu, who was meditating on the futon, slowly opened his eyes, and a bright light appeared in his pupils.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is cold and I do not know the year.

Before he knew it, he had lived in Fengshan Temple for nearly half a month.

There is no news, whether it is Wuhui, or Wuhuai who came to apprentice him.

He naturally didn't know that Wuhuai had the intention of polishing his xinxing, so in desperation, he had no choice but to continue to study boxing techniques and polish his true qi.

Day after day, Bai Shu got a little impatient staying in this small building.

As for the magic sound under the Zhenmo archway, he also listened to it several times.

Like a pipa with broken strings, or a mournful dongxiao on the cold river in Qingqiu, all kinds of music are pouring in, among them, there is even the joyful suona sound.

If it weren't for the sudden burst of Zen singing on the door, he would have almost walked out of the building and was hooked into the bright red Suppressing Demon Archway.

Bai Shu also finally understood why Fengshan Temple didn't have a single pilgrim or pedestrians.

Even martial arts fighters in the fetal breath state have their minds taken away, and mortals who don't know how to use force, if they come, they will die.

Under the Zhenmo Memorial Archway, what exactly is Zhende?

An evil cultivator, a heavenly demon, or a big monster like a yellow flood?

Naturally, no one gave him answers to these questions. In the morning, he could often see the vast white mist billowing like a rolling dragon in the mountains. It was extremely heavy and heavy. Looking from the window, the sky and the earth were all a chaotic whiteness.

I really, really came to Jiangbei.

There are no living corpses here, a talisman rain from the heavenly official Sun Wei almost wiped them out, and the things that I have cited as my confidant's serious troubles, in the eyes of those adults, are just Taicang rice.

Military affairs, political reforms, party struggles, aristocratic families and holy places...

The things that cannot be avoided in the world have always been these.

If it wasn't for the unfathomable Ziwu and the demons following him, the mere living corpses would have been quickly forgotten just like many major epidemics over the years.

In Jiangbei, there are no living corpses.

Even in Jiangnan, in order to compete for merit, almost all living corpses were killed.

Red dragon, human consciousness scripture, celestial human body...which one doesn't use attribute value?

If you want to climb the road, you only have a few thousand points in your hand, which is undoubtedly far from enough.

Practicing Acupoints, the sky is the limit, that is, the Yang Talisman...

Even whether it is possible to pass the Shurangama Dharma Assembly and truly enter the Vajra Holy Land is only a matter of choice.

Not to mention other things, just the Xuyan I saw, his cultivation base is unfathomable, far beyond what I can match now.

This kind of person, in the Shurangama Dharma Conference, is going to compete with me on the same stage.

What's more, this is just a Fengshan Temple, and the Sanbai Temple under the Jingang Temple, who knows how many potential dragons are lurking in the deep water of the deep pool?

In Fenyin City, the flag that I planted earlier will not really come true, will it?

Bai Shu sat cross-legged, the red dragon in his body swam through the meridians by itself, breathing in and out the energy of heaven and earth.

His mind was erratic, and his heart was extremely bitter.

It turned out to be this feeling of being banned for cheating...

Without living corpses, it means that there are no attribute values, so the attribute panel can only be a decoration.

Human devil?

At this time, he recalled the words in the unobtrusive conversation.

The purple mist descends from the sky, and those who are below King Kong will become living corpses if they absorb Qi into their bodies, and those who are King Kong will turn into human demons if they swallow purple Qi.

Now that the living corpses are extinct, the demons...

In other words, the root of all this is the strange and unpredictable purple mist above the head, which even immortals can't fathom.

Bai Shu's expression brightened, and he turned his thoughts away, but soon, he shook his head again, dismissing this impractical idea, at least not feasible at the moment.

Let's just talk about human demons, King Kong of the Four Realms, he can only hide when he sees it, even if there is a wishful golden lotus gifted by Wu Xian, it can only barely protect himself.

Moreover, although there are many people and demons, they are very good at hiding, but they are not so easy to meet.

As for Ziwu, there is no need to mention it.

This kind of thing is far from what he can consider at the moment.

Turning around, but still going back to the original place, Bai Shuchang sighed, his face was numb.

When he was about to run for another week, he ended today's qi practice and began to polish Shenxiangquan.

Outside the door, there was suddenly Xu Yan's door calling.

"Brother?" Bai Shu stood up, "Please come in."

He didn't go forward to open the door easily. It's not known whether the person outside the door is a human or a ghost.

In the past half a month, he had a good time understanding the magic sound under the Zhenmo Memorial Archway.

In addition to the endless music, it will also conjure up various human voices.

The whimpering of a woman, the crying of a child... More than once, the voices of "Xuyan" and "Wuhui" sounded outside the door.

Bai Shu, who had been reminded by Xu Yan earlier, was naturally unmoved, no matter how shouted and shouted outside the door, he didn't intend to open the door.

It can only confuse people to walk out of the door, but it cannot take the initiative to enter the door.

As long as he doesn't leave the room, his life is naturally safe.

After hearing Bai Shu's voice, Xu Yan's voice suddenly stopped.

After a long time, when Baishu was puzzled, there was a squeak, and a tall and fat monk smiled and pushed open the door.

"Be startled." Xu Yan laughed loudly, "This magic sound disturbs you so much."

"Brother." Bai Shu also smiled, "Why is it so early?"

Although he has completed the fetal breath and achieved a dust-free body, it is inevitable that he will eat and drink.

As for eating qi and bigu, that's a method only available in practice.

These days, Xu Yan also brought the meals every day, and ate with him.

According to him, there were few monks in Fengshan Temple, no more than a dozen or so monks, and they all went down the mountain to escape because of the knot with Wuhui.

Because of this, Bai Shu only saw Xu Yan alone.

"This is not food delivery." Xu Yan rubbed his head and said happily: "Teacher wants to see you, junior brother."

He grabbed the shocked Bai Shu and said with a long smile, "Follow me, I will take you to see the teacher!"

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On the mountainside, in a Bayeux Palace.

Dozens of monks lined up left and right, standing solemnly with their hands down.

In the main hall, Buddhist incense bursts, and the erratic incense mist flows on the ground, and a few Candles in Cantonese Vases are lit up, adding some bright colors.

The monks all had scars on their faces, which were constantly bluish and red. What's more, one of them had a big swollen head, which was neatly arranged, like the meat bun on the top of the Buddha.

Surrounded by two rows of monks, the square and majestic monks with red faces sat down in lotus, their lips moved slightly from time to time, and they chanted sutras as thinly as a mosquito.

Behind him, a red dragon with a length of several feet and a winding dragon body, which almost filled the entire Bayeux Palace, was sticking out its horns from the red mist.

After a while, there was a sudden rush of footsteps coming from outside the palace, speeding towards here.

The two rows of monks stretched their heads unconsciously, vying to see.

Seeing everyone with bruised noses and swollen faces, Xu Yan, who was leading Bai Shu into the Bayeux Palace, was taken aback, and couldn't help but look weird.

"teacher."

Xu Yan stepped forward respectfully, and bowed respectfully to the red-faced monk above him.

"I brought my junior brother."

(End of this chapter)