The evening drum at Pufa Temple had already sounded, and most of the pilgrims had left. The branches of the thousand-year-old pine trees outside the temple stretched into the sky like dragons, and the moonlight poured in, making the thousand-year-old temple seem even more quiet.
The night sky was deep and the Milky Way was brilliant. Wang Xuan walked towards Ancheng with the stars above his head. He felt a little unsure. Did he provoke "someone" again?
He secretly complained, this is really weird! Once the mysterious factor is involved, unnatural phenomena that are difficult to explain by science will occur.
He was nervous, not knowing what unpredictable events would happen tonight, and he really didn't want to be tormented again.
At this point he felt quite touched. Everything in this world is balanced. When you feel that you are about to gain something, you must be paying something.
He actively absorbed the mysterious factors, thinking that he was digging up myths buried by the years and would blaze a brilliant trail in the field of old arts. However, he was also approaching danger. It was even a deep pit with bait with a sweet smell placed in front, waiting for latecomers to approach. This might not be intentional on the part of the ancients.
Until now, Wang Xuan absolutely dared not underestimate those people in ancient times. Since they were once brilliant, they must have had extraordinary and terrifying qualities. He now had serious doubts about the truth of their ascension to heaven.
"Hope this night will be safe!"
Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but returned home darkly. He ate something simple on the roadside and didn't get home until after nine o'clock in the evening.
After washing, he visualized a huge golden sun with billowing flames that burned away all the clouds in the sky and illuminated a bright world. Golden light rain fell everywhere, sacred and peaceful.
"Demons retreat!"
Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay down on the bed. Soon he fell into a deep sleep. This was the benefit of practicing the old skills. He would never suffer from insomnia.
Sure enough, his worries came true. Even though he practiced the root method before going to bed and visualized a bright sun to dispel the fog and darkness, something bad still happened.
Close at hand, an old monk was sitting beside the bed. His body was black and seemed to be festering. Blood was flowing from his eyes as he looked at him.
Wang Xuan's hair stood on end on the spot. He threw back the quilt with a whoosh, woke up and sat up. The feeling was too real. He seemed to smell a slightly rotten odor just now.
Is this someone with bad intentions? He turned on the light and drank a glass of water, then silently practiced the root method. He would definitely not be able to rest tonight.
Moreover, he always felt that there was something wrong with the old monk. He was not peaceful at all. There was no Buddha's light shining on him, and he never showed any sacred appearance.
On the contrary, the old monk's body was black and he looked a little rotten, which was completely different from the female alchemist who could easily summon lightning as bright as the galaxy.
However, there is one thing that is the same between the two: both had bloodshot eyes, as if they had experienced some extremely tragic event and were unwilling to die.
"This pit is quite big. I fell into it for no reason. The situation is not good!" Wang Xuan was rarely so serious and felt extremely heavy.
He increasingly had a feeling that the truth behind his metamorphosis might be many times more complicated than what he had guessed at the Pufa Temple, and the first glimpse already made him feel extremely terrified.
In the past, he was extremely confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the inner realm, and he entered on his own. Without the guidance of the founder, he could still stand in the empty and bright time in this era.
But now he is a little terrified. His performance is indeed amazing and his achievements are extraordinary, but this is not necessarily a good thing. He seems to be slowly unveiling a heavy and mysterious curtain that has been pressed down by the years. Doing so may bring danger.
These days he has been thinking about how to find rare objects similar to feather fossils in order to improve his strength.
At that time, he still believed that if some of the remaining spiritual energy of the ancients appeared, it would not be a big deal even if some abnormal phenomena occurred.
But now he was a little scared, because he had thought too optimistically before.
If he triggers mysterious events many times, and there are a few more inexplicable creatures around him, such as alchemists, fairies, old monks, etc., it will definitely be far from the imagined scene of gathering together at a harmonious atmosphere and playing mahjong.
"This time, before I even entered the inner world, an old monk with bloody eyes followed me. Does this mean that as long as we find mysterious factors in the real world, guide and absorb them, something unpredictable will happen?"
Wang Xuan felt that he had suffered a great loss this time. Last time, at least he had used the remaining spiritual energy of the female alchemist to enter the inner realm, and his strength had been greatly improved.
This time the old monk did not give him anything, but followed him all the way home. His body smelled rotten, and he sat at the head of the bed, looking at him.
After some meditation, Wang Xuan fell asleep again.
Sure enough, the old monk came again, his skin was black, his eyes were bleeding, and he sat motionless at the head of the bed looking at him, saying nothing, but it was enough to scare people.
Wang Xuan did not wake up, and the scene he visualized appeared. Another him, holding a large black gold stick, smashed directly on the head of the old monk who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed. It was not gentle at all, but quite fierce.
He thought it through. Since the remaining spiritual energy at the moment could not interfere with the real world, nor hurt his spirit, and the person who came with ill intentions, there was no need for him to indulge him and he could just take action directly.
Otherwise, if he meets some of them again in the future, he will be treated like a boss and will be exhausted to death.
With a bang, the old monk exploded. Before he collapsed, he seemed to be deeply surprised, and his deathly gray eyes revealed astonishment.
"Since you need help from others, please speak nicely and don't put on such an attitude!" Wang Xuan, who was holding a black gold stick, scolded. As for his ego, it was still sleeping and did not wake up.
After a while, the old monk reappeared, but this time he did not sit by the bed. Although his eyes were still bleeding and his body was black and rotten, he was very conscious. He stood farther away and clasped his hands behind his back.
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