Big dreamer

Shen Luo's eyes lit up and he stared at the map.

According to the records in the book, the location of Luanshui River was closer than he expected, only about 200 miles away from Chunhua County.

Shen Luo put down the book and fell into deep thought.

"Junior Brother Shen." At this moment, there was a heavy knock on the door, and at the same time a voice came from outside.

Hearing this, Shen Luo stood up and opened the door. A burly young man stood at the door, but it was Tian Tiesheng.

"Senior brother Tian, ​​your Qingyang hand is close to perfection. Junior brother's door is made of wood and cannot withstand your attacks." Shen Luo greeted with a smile.

"Junior Brother Shen, don't make fun of me. I don't have much talent in martial arts. I won't be able to achieve success in Qingyang Hands if I practice it for another ten years." Before Tian Tiesheng could open his mouth, Shen Luo made fun of him and said with a wry smile.

"Senior brother, you are too modest. You came to my place, but what happened?" Shen Luo invited Tian Tiesheng into the room and asked.

"I heard from Junior Brother Bai a few days ago that you were feeling unwell. After finishing morning classes today, I went to the Jade Emperor Palace and didn't meet you. Junior Brother Lin next door also said that you haven't left your room since the morning, so I came here to take a look. Hey , Your complexion does not look good, are you sick?" Tian Tiesheng asked after seeing Shen Luo's poor complexion.

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I didn't have a good rest last night. It's nothing serious." Shen Luo didn't want to tell anyone about the jade pillow yet, so he explained casually.

"It's fine. You should pay more attention to rest and don't get tired. It's lunch time soon, let's go together." Tian Tiesheng seemed to really believe it when he heard Shen Luo said that he was fine. He looked at the time and said.

Shen Luo was also a little hungry, so he and Tian Tiesheng walked towards the dining hall.

"Senior Brother Tian, ​​Master has been out for a few days. Do you know when he will come back?" Shen Luo asked Tian Tiesheng.

His body has recovered now, but the situation after waking up from two dreams still worries him. Daoren Luo should be able to see the condition of his body at this moment.

He really couldn't feel at ease if he didn't ask about this clearly.

"Master is going down the mountain this time to catch ghosts for a wealthy family in Dingyuan City. It's not far away. Judging from the time, he should be back soon. Do you have anything to do with him?" Tian Tiesheng asked.

"I have some questions about cultivation that I would like to ask this old man for advice..." Shen Luo was very happy to hear that Taoist Luo was coming back soon and explained casually.

Halfway through his words, all the strength in his body suddenly disappeared. The scene in front of him started to spin, and then he fell to the ground with a "plop".

"Junior Brother Shen, what's wrong with you?" Tian Tiesheng next to him was shocked and hurriedly picked up his body.

Shen Luo's whole body was trembling, and he felt that a big hole seemed to have appeared in his body, which was devouring his life force crazily, making him extremely painful, even more intense than the pain he felt in the previous dream, but he was unable to make a sound. It was really worse than ever. die.

Fortunately, at this moment, everything in front of him quickly became blurry. In the blink of an eye, the endless darkness overwhelmed his entire consciousness and he passed out.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Shenluo's consciousness slowly recovered, and he felt a warm current slowly flowing through his body, making him feel very comfortable, and he slowly opened his eyes.

A strange roof appeared above. There was a big word "道" written in the center of the roof. Surrounding the word "道" was a circle of cyan patterns, and outside the pattern was a larger purple box with paintings on the four corners. There are four auspicious animals such as green dragon, white tiger, red bird and black basalt.

Shen Luo had just woken up and saw this unfamiliar roof again. He was a little confused for a moment and his mind was confused as to what was going on.

"Junior Brother Shen, are you awake?" At this moment, a face came into his field of vision, and he looked down at him. It was Tian Tiesheng.

"Senior Brother Tian, ​​what's wrong with me?" When Shen Luo saw Tian Tiesheng, he immediately recalled everything that had happened before and struggled to sit up.

"Don't move!" A majestic voice sounded, stopping his movements.

Shen Luo turned around and saw a tall gray-haired old man standing next to him.

This man was wearing a dark green Taoist robe and a clear lotus crown on his head. He had a stern face and two eyebrows drooping, as if he was a hanged man. He looked a little scary.

"Viewer!" Shen Luo saw the gray-haired old man's face clearly and was startled. He followed his words and did not dare to move at all.

This gray-haired old man is the master of Spring and Autumn Temple, Master Feng Yang.

Only then did Shen Luo see clearly that Master Feng Yang's left hand was pointing somewhere on his chest. His fingertips were flashing with red light, and a stream of warmth was flowing into his body along his fingertips.

He suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation coming from his waist and eyes. He glanced sideways and saw that it was Feng Yang Zhenren holding a golden needle with flashing red light between two fingers of his right hand. The needle tip penetrated a key point at his waist and eyes. Twist gently.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a scene that almost made him scream.

I saw seventeen or eighty golden needles densely inserted between his waist and abdomen, all of which emitted a faint red light.

Shen Luo quickly realized that he knew that Master Fengyang was probably performing some kind of secret acupuncture technique on him, so he didn't dare to disturb him, but he felt a little worried in his heart.

"What's wrong with my body? Forget it, it's useless to think about it now. Since Master Feng Yang has taken action to treat me, I can probably turn the crisis around."

With this thought in mind, he glanced around and found that the hall was quite spacious. The surrounding walls were painted white and there were not many decorations. It looked quite simple.

A large altar table is placed in front of the wall opposite the door, enshrining the three pure gods of Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun, with a solemn bearing.

There are six large sandalwood chairs placed in front of the shrine, three on each side, which seem to be used for discussions.

The wooden couch he is currently lying on is located against the wall on the left side of the hall.

Apart from these things, there is nothing else in the entire hall. It looks a bit empty, but it also exudes a sense of majesty.

Shen Luo recognized this place as the Jingjing Hall in the Spring and Autumn Temple, where the temple owner handled affairs. He had only been there once when he first entered the temple, and he had never had the opportunity to approach this place again.

Master Feng Yang ignored Shen Luo's looking around and continued to perform acupuncture. Not long after, he inserted five or six golden needles into his waist.

Shen Luo felt a burning sensation gradually arise in his waist and abdomen, and soon spread throughout his whole body, feeling indescribably comfortable.

The weakness in his body gradually subsided, and some color returned to his paper-pale face.

Master Feng Yang lowered his eyes and glanced at Shen Luo's face, retracted the fingers of his left hand, and made a hollow move with his right hand, with a red light shining from his palm.

The twenty-odd golden needles flew out of Shen Luo's body with a "swish" sound and disappeared into his sleeves.

"Thank you, Master." Shen Luo's body was still a little weak, so he forced himself to sit up and bowed to Master Fengyang.

"I've heard from Junior Brother Luo that your health is not good, but I didn't expect it to be so bad. I really don't know how you practice. A mere "Little Yang Hua Gong" can practice backlash. Can you It's a strange thing for someone to start practicing this skill." Master Feng Yang looked at Shen Luo and said with a slight snort.

"What? The skill backlashed?" Shen Luo was stunned as if struck by lightning.

"Master, is Junior Brother Shen's physical condition very serious?" Tian Tiesheng next to him also changed his face after hearing this and asked hurriedly.

"What do you think? The pulse in his body is disordered, the energy loss is extremely serious, and the skills are obviously backfired!" Master Feng Yang glanced at Tian Tiesheng and asked.

"Junior Brother Shen, there is something unclear about your cultivation. Why don't you ask Master for advice? How can you practice carelessly? The energy in your body cannot be compensated by making up for it. Alas..." Tian Tiesheng stamped his feet and sighed.

"Master, will the loss of vitality affect the disciple's longevity?" Shen Luo took a deep breath, managed to calm down his chaotic mood, and asked Master Fengyang.