Big dreamer

"Since Miss Li is still waiting for someone, don't bother and let your martial arts friends lead the way. Anyway, we will all be in your gate in the near future. If you want to reminisce about the past, you can do it at any time." Shen Luo said with a smile.

"Then...okay." Li Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

After everyone said goodbye, Wu Ming took Shen Luo and the two of them into the thatched house.

The furnishings in the thatched house were mediocre, with only an Eight Immortals table and four benches, with tea in the middle. Wu Ming had no intention of letting the two of them sit down, and led them directly towards the back door of the thatched house.

After passing through the doorway, the sky seemed to brighten suddenly, and Shen Luo and the two people's eyes suddenly brightened. It no longer looked like the desolate look of an isolated island on the blue sea that they had seen outside. .

Outside the door of the thatched house is a white stone square with an area of ​​nearly 100 feet. There are pavilions and buildings on both sides. You can see many people wearing clothes with the logo of Mount Putuo coming and going, which is quite lively.

The terrain behind the square gradually rose, forming a mountain peak nearly a hundred feet high. A spiral mountain road was built according to the mountain top, extending to the top of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a fairly flat cliff, with several Putuo Mountain disciples hanging on it. They are each holding hammers and chisels, hammering on the mountain wall, as if they are carving murals.

Shen Luo carefully identified it. Judging from the carved outline on it, it seemed to be a picture of Buddha preaching.

"Why do Putuo disciples still have such lessons?" He couldn't help but ask.

When Wu Ming heard this, he followed his line of sight and glanced at the cliff over there, sneered and said:

"What are you talking about? They are just handymen who come to Mount Putuo to do work. How can they be my disciples of Putuo? Are they worthy?"

"Buddha said that all living beings are equal. You are also a disciple of a Samana, why do you speak like this?" Bai Xiaotian frowned when he heard this.

Although he had not shaved his head and practiced Buddhism, he still believed in Buddhism sincerely, so he felt unhappy when Wu Ming spoke like this.

When Wu Ming heard this, he grinned and sneered without saying anything.

When Bai Xiaotian saw this, he was about to have a fit, but Shen Luo shook his head at him before giving up.

The two of them followed Wu Ming around the peaks on Xingzi Island and came to the other side of the island, looking towards the sea ahead.

All I could see was the vast mist above the sea, and the vague outlines of the island peaks could be vaguely seen, quite far apart from each other.

"This is a virtual sea. There is some confusing fog on the sea surface. It is not poisonous and harmless, but it can make people lose their sense of direction. Therefore, you cannot fly randomly here. We, Putuo disciples, need to be guided by sea boats to cross the sea." Wu Ming said.

"Then it's hard work." Shen Luo said.

Hearing this, Wu Ming raised his hand and waved, and a six-foot-long black boat appeared on the shore in front of him. The hulls on both sides were engraved with water-wave-like patterns, and it looked very small and exquisite.

"Come with me." Wu Ming said and jumped onto the boat first.

Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian followed closely behind and also stood on the boat.

Wu Ming pinched a magic formula with one hand, pointed at a point on the boat, and a stream of magic energy flowed into it.

The wave patterns on the boat's body immediately lit up, automatically guiding the water on both sides to the rear. The boat's hull swayed slightly, and Shen Luo and the others rushed out towards the sea.

The speed of the boat was neither fast nor slow, and soon it was far away from Xingzi Island and rushed into the sea fog.

The fog on the sea was misty. After Shen Luo tried it for a while, he discovered that this fog can also obscure people's spiritual consciousness. Once deep into it, the line of sight is blocked and the spiritual consciousness is also hindered, making it difficult to identify the direction.

"There is no need to try in vain. Even the spiritual consciousness of the monks in the True Immortal Realm may not be able to break through this fog. With just you, there is no need to hope." Wu Ming knew what Shen Luo and the two were trying without having to guess, and said immediately.

"Is this also your mountain-protecting formation?" Shen Luo withdrew his consciousness after hearing this and said.

"It doesn't count. This sea area was once a battlefield for the battle between gods and demons in ancient times. There are many reefs and trenches on the seabed, and the sea is covered by fog, which often causes ships to sink and disappear here. After that, the Bodhisattva made a great wish to use his great supernatural power to The formation formed by moving Putuo Mother Mountain and the eighteen sub-mountains into the sea is the mountain-protecting array." Wu Ming did not hesitate to explain.

"So that's it. With Mount Putuo in charge, this treacherous sea area has been suppressed. If any ships pass by, they will only be guided away from here by the magic circle, but there will be no more tragedy of shipwrecks." Sinking Point He nodded.

"Although this is not a mountain-protecting formation, it is a barrier for the sect after all. There are still some means deployed in the sea. If someone wants to sneak in rashly, the same thing will happen..."

Before Wu Ming finished speaking, the boat under him suddenly made a "boom" sound and hit a protruding rock. His body couldn't help but rushed forward, and he fell into the sea unsteadily.

Although Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian also staggered, they quickly steadied themselves and did not fall after all.

But when they went to look at the sea again, Wu Ming was gone.

"Hey, Shen Luo, do you have any trouble with this kid? Why did you give such a big blow to him when we first arrived?" When Bai Xiaotian saw this, he couldn't help but sneered and asked.

"There was a bit of conflict before, but I didn't expect him to be jealous for so long." Shen Luo was also a little bit dumbfounded.

"Now that it's left here for us, what should we do?" Bai Xiaotian spread his hands and asked.

"Can your fish-shaped talisman still work?" Shen Luo asked.

"This thing is pointed at Putuo Mountain. It works outside. We are all inside, so it doesn't matter." Bai Xiaotian raised his wrist and said with a smile.

"Then there's nothing we can do. We have to rely on ourselves. But this fog is really weird. I guess what Wu Ming said before is not entirely false. We'd better not fly rashly." Shen Luo looked around and couldn't see anything in the vast sea. Seeing other figures, he said.

"Not bad." Bai Xiaotian nodded in agreement.

Shen Luo's eyes were slightly focused, and he glanced ahead. He pointed his hands towards a point in the void on the boat, and a stream of mana flowed into it.

The runes on the boat were slightly bright, and the boat trembled slightly, but it did not move forward.

Shen Luo hesitated for a moment, then the mana in his body suddenly surged, and doubled the mana flowed into the boat.

The light on the boat suddenly brightened, and the boat rushed forward, directly over the reef in front, and plunged into the sea below.

Neither Shen Luo nor Bai Xiaotian could stand firm and almost fell into the sea.

At the critical moment, Shen Luo used his water technique to catch a wave of water, which supported the hull of the boat and landed smoothly.