Dao Fruit

At the same time as the vortex appeared, the clay sculpture on the altar shook violently, making a creaking sound, and the eyes glowed and shot out, connecting with the vortex above Qiu Yan's head.

Suddenly, a simple artistic conception filled the surroundings.

"It appeared!"

Seeing the vortex and noticing the changes in the clay sculpture, Chen Jing showed joy.

"The spirit in this clay sculpture must have been captured by Qiu Yan. I heard that Wen Pi's way shook the clay sculpture, and the spirit in it was revealed, just like a rope that can pull the road to Shilin over..."

Thinking about it, he turned his head and looked at Tao Ying: "Brother Tao, don't delay. If you miss this time, you don't know how long you will have to wait!"

While speaking, Chen Jing quickly stepped forward and came to Qiu Yan's side in two steps. Then his eyes moved slightly, and his expression was trance-like.

"Huh?" Tao Ying was stunned, and remembered something Chen Jing told him two days ago, and immediately came back to his senses, "Okay!" Then, he took a step and walked towards Qiu Yan.

The closer they got, the more obvious Qiu Yan's aura became, and the more complicated the expression on Tao Ying's face became. There was an indescribable taste in his eyes when he looked at Qiu Yan.

When he stepped on the ground, gravel bounced from time to time, making crisp sounds. Every sound made Tao Ying's heart tremble. The incident just now still made him feel scared.

But when he arrived in front of Qiu Yan and heard the sound of reading from the vortex, Tao Ying's heart suddenly settled down. His mind was erratic, and all kinds of wishes in his heart emerged, constructing a scene in his mind that was addictive.

For a while, Tao Ying and Chen Jing fell into a trance.

However, Chen Jing quickly came back to his senses, and then patted Tao Ying's shoulder to wake him up.

At this time, Lu Daoren had also come to the side. This person also had a strange look on his face, but he was not distracted.

Tao Ying was awakened by a slap, and then he noticed the surrounding situation. There was a trace of regret on his face, and he whispered: "It turned out to be just an illusion..."

"It's not an illusion, but the aftermath of Shilin. After entering Shilin, Brother Tao will naturally know the reason for the scene just now." Chen Jing said, and then looked at Chen Yun, "Brother, the rest of the things are up to you!"

"Of course." Chen Yun nodded, and then his eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the sage paper. The words on the paper were rising, and the spirit was overflowing.

Getting a response, Chen Jing nodded, and looked at the Taoist Lu again.

The Taoist didn't say anything, reached into his sleeve, took out a porcelain bottle, unplugged it, and poured out three green pills.

As soon as the pill came out, there was a hint of coolness in the air, which blew on Tao Ying's face, making his mind clearer and even his thinking improved. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the Qingshen Pill?"

"Yes!" Chen Jing took two pills and gave one to Tao Ying, "This Qingshen Pill is one of the three treasures of Qingping. It can clear the mind and calm the spirit, allowing the mind to gather as one, without any dispersion."

Tao Ying took the pill, put it to his nose and smelled it, and immediately his stomach was filled with fragrance and refreshed: "It is indeed a treasure. If I have such a pill in front of me when I am reading and reciting, I can Smell it from time to time, and you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort! "

"This is also a Chinese method, but this order is precious, and ordinary scholars can't get it," Chen Jing smiled slightly, and then changed the subject, "When we follow others into the forest, we must calm our minds and eliminate distractions. If there is a slight deviation, we may lose the opportunity, but as long as we hold this pill, there is no need for such trouble. The mind can be focused immediately and the distractions will disappear. "

As he said, he opened his mouth, put the green pill in his mouth, pressed it under his tongue, and then sat cross-legged. Suddenly, the whole person's breath changed, restrained and calm.

"In addition, with this Qingshen Pill, we can also use the connection between souls and spirits to maintain the tenacity of the soul, so that we will not get lost in the scholar's circle. There are many benefits. I asked for a long time before Master Lu was willing to take it out. "

His voice became weaker and weaker, and his breath gradually became weaker, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Chen Jing's head dropped, and his soul jumped out from the top of his head. This soul was confused at first, with three souls entangled inside. It was just an ordinary living soul. If it were not for a layer of green light wrapped around the living soul, it would immediately be swept away by the surrounding airflow and scattered.

Then, the green light moved, and Chen Jing's living soul regained clarity. Then, without saying anything, he sent out a thought-

"I will go inside and wait first. The living soul is too fragile in the outside world, and there are too many variables. The details will be discussed later."

As the thought fell, the living soul rose up and went straight into the vortex above and disappeared.

"In this case, I will follow..." Taoist Lu looked up, then swallowed the Qingshen Pill, sat down cross-legged, and turned his five hearts to the sky.

After a breath, the Taoist's soul also jumped out, integrated into one, with a beating heart fire inside.

Soul!

This Taoist Lu was a cultivator who had condensed the soul! His soul leaped out, floated up, and entered the vortex, the whole process was unhurried.

Tao Ying looked around, his mortal eyes could not see the living soul outside the green light, he hesitated for a moment, and then did the same thing, pressing the Qingshen Pill on his tongue, sitting on the ground, snoring from his mouth and nose, and then the living soul jumped out, it was also an ordinary living soul in a daze.

But the green light flashed, Tao Ying woke up, and immediately struggled like a drowning man. He looked at the vortex above and wanted to fly over, but the more he struggled, the more he sank. If it weren't for the layer of green light protecting him, he would have been blown to pieces by the wind.

Chen Yun, who was not far away, saw this scene, shook his head slightly, and made a seal. Suddenly, the wind rose from the ground, holding Tao Ying's soul and sending it into the whirlpool.

After doing this, he turned his head and his eyes fell on Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan's consciousness was in the sage paper, but his flesh and blood body still followed the thoughts in his heart and wrote words full of flesh and blood.

The words are connected in series, and the thoughts are like a spring, gushing out from the paper!

The trembling clay sculptures of sages exude an artistic conception of simplicity, hard work, and dedication, which intersect with Qiu Yan's literary thoughts.

In the empty ruins, a little light suddenly flickered out.

"A spark of wisdom..." Chen Yun noticed the change and his face became solemn, "This Qiu Yan is reading pictures and communicating with the spirit of order in the clay sculptures, as if he has forgotten to go to Shilin."

Snap!

Just as Chen Yun was thinking, a soft sound came from the clay sculpture.

He followed the sound and saw a crack on the clay sculpture, running directly from the head to the base, and his expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, Qiu Yan and Zhang Nei's consciousness suddenly shook, and they felt that the surrounding scene changed and turned into a continuous golden farmland. The rice ears in the fields were moving in the wind. An old man walked through the rice fields and walked towards him.

His outline was blurred and his face was unclear. Only his coarse linen shoes could be seen.

"This person is..." In doubt, the person suddenly collapsed, turned into a drop of blood and flew straight over, arriving in front of him in the blink of an eye!

"Um?"

With a start in his heart, Qiu Yan suddenly came back to his senses, his consciousness returned to his physical body, and his muscles tensed up. He looked down and saw that the pen in his hand had been put down. The sage paper in front of him was glowing with light, and ink marks were faintly visible.

The pen has been written and the article "Difficulty Knowing and Encouraging Action" has been completed.

Recalling the previous scene, Qiu Yan changed his mind and searched himself, but found nothing unusual. He pondered slightly, then shook his head and looked up at the whirlpool above his head.

The vortex vibrated, and there were faint signs of collapse.

Qiu Yan suddenly had an enlightenment in his heart, and the hole in his soul trembled. The incense and thoughts swarmed out, filling every part of his body, but because they were integrated into flesh and blood, they could not be traced.

"Without further delay, in just a few moments at night, it will become a wedding dress for others."

As soon as the thought fell, the connection between the soul and the soul came out, directly entering the vortex.

Suddenly, the ruins became quiet. Qiu Yan's physical body was sitting on the chair without moving. Chen Jing, Tao Ying, and Lu Tao were scattered beside them, sitting cross-legged.

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes, his face uncertain.

Wow!

There was a sudden collapse sound on the sacred table. Chen Yun was startled when he heard the sound. He turned around and saw the clay sculptures scattered, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Not good!" While shocked, his mind changed, he shrunk to the edge of the divine case, and then used Taoist magic to wrap the statue, trying to prevent the statue from disintegrating, but in the end it was a useless effort.

Looking at the pile of mud, Chen Yun frowned and looked a little panicked: "What should I do now? I was hiding this from the owner of the family, but now the clay sculpture of the sage accidentally collapsed, how should I explain it?"

As the clay sculpture collapsed, the suspended vortex also disillusioned like foam and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the candles on the divine table were extinguished.

This forgotten saint's church fell into darkness and silence.

………………

At the same time, Dongdu, the inn room where Qiu Yan lived.

Bang!

There was a strange noise from the corner of the room, and the water mist shattered, and the hidden spiritual energy contained in it spread out. Then, three things rose into the sky, but they were a jade basin, a paperweight, and a A white jade pen.

In the paperweight, the aura forcibly poured into it by Qiu Yan surged out, showing a strange scene with changing light and shadow.

Inside the jade basin, layers of aura surged out, and it turned out to be Qiu Yan's aura, also showing a changing brilliance.

In the white jade pen, literary thoughts surged out, gradually integrating with the other two objects.

Three completely different auras burst out, and three different opinions converged in the sky.

The next moment, a vortex appeared above each of the three objects...

Crunch.

The door opened, and Dai Guo walked in. He let go of his senses, carefully explored the scene in the room, and finally frowned.

"It's strange. I obviously heard something strange. Why...huh?" Suddenly, his expression changed and he came to a corner.

The water mist gradually dispersed in the corner, and there was still residual spiritual energy mixed in it.

"Weird! So weird! Did someone perform Taoist magic in the young master's room?" With doubts, Dai Guo raised his hand and grabbed a wisp of water mist along with the spiritual energy, and then left in a hurry.

He didn't notice that on the desk, there was a thumb-sized wooden sculpture rippling with thin divine power.

This wooden sculpture is a tiny statue of the Kitchen God. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)