The Other Side of Deep Space

The evening drum of 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 air like a dragon, and the moonlight poured down, making the thousand-year-old temple even more quiet.

The night sky was deep, the Milky Way was brilliant, and Wang Xuan walked towards Ancheng with the stars above his head. He was somewhat unsure in his heart. Did he provoke "someone" again?

He secretly complained, it was really weird! Once the mysterious factor was involved, unnatural phenomena that were difficult to explain scientifically would occur.

He was nervous inside, not knowing what unpredictable events would happen tonight, and he really didn't want to be tossed around again.

At this point, he felt quite touched. Everything in this world is balanced. When you feel that you will gain something, then you must be paying something.

He took the initiative to absorb the mysterious factor, thinking that he was digging out the myth buried by the years and would take a brilliant road in the field of old arts. But he was also approaching danger. It was even a deep pit. The bait with sweet fragrance was placed in front of him, waiting for the later comers to approach. This might not be intentional by the ancients.

Now, Wang Xuan absolutely dared not underestimate those people in ancient times. Since they were brilliant in the past, they must have their extraordinary and terrible qualities. He now seriously doubted the truth of the ascension to the immortal.

"I hope to spend the night safely!"

Wang Xuan went out early in the morning, but returned under the stars. He simply ate something on the roadside and returned home after nine o'clock in the evening.

After washing, he visualized a golden sun, with flames, burning all the clouds and fog in the sky, illuminating a bright world, and golden light rain falling everywhere, sacred and peaceful.

"Demons retreat!"

Wang Xuan took a deep breath and lay on the bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. This is the benefit of practicing the old technique. He never suffers from insomnia.

Sure enough, his worries came true. Even if he practiced the root method before going to bed and visualized a bright sun to dispel the fog and darkness, something still happened.

Close at hand, an old monk was sitting by the bed. His body was black and seemed to be festering. His eyes were bleeding red and he was looking at him.

Wang Xuan's hair stood on end on the spot. He opened the quilt with a whoosh, woke up and sat up. The feeling was too real. He seemed to smell a slightly rotten smell just now.

Is he coming with bad intentions? He turned on the light and drank a glass of water, and then silently practiced the root method. He would definitely not be able to rest tonight.

And he always felt that there was something wrong with this old monk. He was not auspicious at all. There was no Buddha's light shining, and he had never shown a sacred Dharma.

On the contrary, why is this old monk black all over, and seems to be decaying, which is completely different from the scene of the female Taoist priest who casually attracts the brilliant thunder like the stars.

However, there is one thing in common between the two, that is, both of them have blood in their eyes, as if they have experienced some very tragic events and are unwilling to die.

"This pit is a bit big, I fell in for no reason, the situation is not good!" Wang Xuan was rarely so serious, and his mood was extremely heavy.

He increasingly felt that the truth of his ascension might be many times more complicated than what he guessed in the Pufa Temple, and the first glimpse made him feel very scary and shocking.

Earlier, he was very confident, because he was the only one in the world who could enter the inner scene, and he entered by himself. Without the guidance of the founder, he could still stand in the empty time in this era.

But now he is a little scared. 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 be dangerous.

These days he has been thinking about how to find strange objects similar to feather fossils to improve his strength.

At that time, he still thought that if some of the remaining spiritual energy of the ancients appeared, even if some abnormal scenes appeared, it would not be a big deal.

But now he is a little scared, he thought too beautifully earlier.

If he triggers mysterious events many times, there will be a few more inexplicable creatures around him, such as alchemists, fairy ladies, old monks, etc., which will definitely be far from the imagined scene of gathering together in a harmonious atmosphere and playing mahjong

"This time, I haven't entered the inner scene yet, and an old monk with bloody eyes followed me. Does it mean that as long as the mysterious factors are found in the present world, and they are guided and absorbed, something unpredictable will happen?"

Wang Xuan felt that he had lost a lot this time. Last time, at least he entered the inner scene with the help of the remaining spiritual energy of the female alchemist, and his strength was greatly improved.

This time, the old monk didn't give anything, and he followed him home alive and dead. His body exuded a rotten smell and sat at the head of the bed looking at him.

After Wang Xuan had some contemplation, he fell asleep again.

As expected, the old monk came again, his skin was black, his eyes were bleeding, he sat motionless at the head of the bed and looked at him, saying nothing, but it was enough to scare people.

Wang Xuan did not wake up, and the scene he had contemplated appeared. Another him, holding a black gold stick, smashed directly at the head of the old monk sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, not gentle at all, but quite fierce.

He thought clearly, since the remaining spiritual energy at the moment could not interfere with the world, nor hurt his spirit, and the person who came was not kind, there was no need for him to indulge him, just take action directly.

Otherwise, if he met some more in the future, he would treat them like a big boss and he would be exhausted to death.

With a bang, the old monk exploded. Before he collapsed, he seemed to be deeply surprised, and his gray eyes showed astonishment.

"Since you need help from others, speak nicely and don't put on such an attitude!" Wang Xuan, who was holding a black gold stick, scolded. As for the original self, it was still sleeping and did not wake up.

After a while, the old monk reappeared. 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 and stood farther away, with his hands clasped behind his back.

In an instant, a hazy Buddha light fell, reflecting an extremely vague scene, with arhats sitting cross-legged and bodhi trees swaying and chanting.

In his sleep, Wang Xuan's subconscious mind was violently active. He saw those blurred and almost scattered scenes. He was not awakened immediately, but attracted. Was there really a bodhisattva in the past?

In that scene, the stone pagoda was scattered, the ancient temple collapsed, the bodhisattva flew into the air, the golden arhat stood up, and the bodhi tree rose from the ground. In the light rain of the Buddha's light, those sacred scenes entered the deep space.

What does it mean? Wang Xuan was puzzled. Was this the picture the old monk showed him? Did he have a request?

Soon, the old monk seemed unable to hold on. The originally blurry scenes were shattered and no longer existed. They could no longer be manifested.

The old monk himself was also shaky, and his almost decayed body began to become a little blurry.

At this time, Wang Xuan was surprised to notice the details he had ignored before from his unstable state. When the old monk dimmed and was about to disappear, it seemed as if a thick curtain covered his decayed body.

Then, Wang Xuan woke up with a start, because his subconscious was in intense activity, and he got up from his deep sleep.

"There is something strange. The old monk seems to have come out of the darkness and revealed himself from a far distance. He has tried his best to achieve this step, and the female Taoist priest has always stood close to me. I did not notice the details that should have been there. Perhaps they are actually in a very far place. It seems that the female Taoist priest is extremely powerful, far beyond the old monk."

After Wang Xuan's contemplation, he fell asleep again. That night, he made up his mind to "have a good chat" with the old monk, not panic when encountering things, and communicate slowly.

The old monk reappeared, still coming from the darkness, with a blurred figure. In his demonstration, it seemed that he stepped out of the stone wall and broke the iron chain that bound his body.

Although Wang Xuan's subconscious mind did not wake up, it was shaking violently again. Could it be that the old monk was trapped in the stone wall and was released by him at night after absorbing the mysterious factor?

Then, another Wang Xuan appeared, which was the scene that was preset in the earlier visualization. He still held a big stick and said, "Since you have something to ask of others, why don't you show your sincerity? Mortals have to burn incense to ask for Buddha's help. How should Buddha ask for mortals? In my early years, a female Taoist priest came into my dream and taught me the method of being in the immortal class."

Although Wang Xuan didn't dare to talk nonsense about the woman who was three thousand years older than him being in the immortal class, he was inspired to give the old monk some advice and ask for benefits.

At this time, Xiao Wang was really fearless and was ready to ask for a bribe from Buddha!

The old monk was in a daze, and then silently demonstrated a boxing method. Did he really give benefits? !

Wang Xuan's subconscious mind could naturally see it and quickly memorized it. This was like... the Great Vajra Fist? Moreover, there were only a few styles over and over again.

The old monk was very dedicated. How to exert force and how the various parts of the body, including the five internal organs, vibrate were all demonstrated clearly.

The Great Vajra Fist is indeed a secret skill. When they were in the Great Black Mountain, the black-clothed man Sun Chengkun had used it. Even Wang Xuan, who had mastered the Golden Body Technique, could not withstand it. His fingers were almost broken and his nails were opened by the terrible force.

The old monk's performance was incomplete. He tried to stretch his body, but he was unable to do so. He could only demonstrate this step. When he swung the following fist, he began to disintegrate.

Wang Xuan woke up again, sat cross-legged on the bed and spoke directly, saying: "If you can continue to show me that kind of fist, appear in my dream. If not, don't disturb me to sleep. I will think about your question carefully after I wake up tomorrow."

He recalled that kind of fist, which seemed to be somewhat different from the black-clothed man's Great Vajra Fist. He pondered for a while and felt that it was not simple and seemed quite extraordinary.

In the end, Wang Xuan entered the dream, and the old monk did not reappear.

Until the early morning, Wang Xuan woke up, carefully recalled the experience in the dream, and began to slowly perform the fist print. He felt that the external posture was easy to imitate, but the vibration of various parts of the body and the exertion of force were quite difficult!

"Don't worry, take your time. Today, I still need to go to Pufa Temple to solve the problem of the old monk."

Wang Xuan felt that the scenes in the dream, the Bodhisattva went away, the ancient temple collapsed, and the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree rose from the ground, all of which might be related to some historical events in reality. As long as he understood the inside story, the riddle about the old monk could be solved, and this mysterious incident could be thoroughly handled.

Early in the morning, Wang Xuan came to Pufa Temple again.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice. Why did he feel like Lao Chen? Was it an illusion? But the old colleague was frightened and ran to Xinxing. Wang Xuan had a phone call with Qingmu two days ago, and he didn't hear that Lao Chen was coming back, and Qingmu said that Lao Chen would live there for a while.

"No, it's Lao Chen!" Wang Xuan thought he had heard it right, his perception was so sharp now.

To confirm, he quickly rushed to a courtyard and found Lao Chen.

In Wang Xuan's opinion, Lao Chen was emitting an ominous aura. After all, he was accompanied by a female Taoist priest who could not be dealt with. Wang Xuan turned around and left, not wanting to be implicated by Lao Chen again.

However, when he turned around, Lao Chen also saw him, and actually... ran faster than him!

What's going on? Obviously wrong! Wang Xuan was deeply surprised. Why did Lao Chen run away when he saw him? Shouldn't he come to complain and ask him to ask the "celestial being" to leave?

Wang Xuan immediately realized that Lao Chen, who loved fishing, had not made up his mind and was hiding something from him. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and turned around to chase Lao Chen.

"Old Chen, I see you, stop!"

The morning glow was bright, and many people had come to the temple to burn incense. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Old Chen did not want to attract attention, so he stopped suddenly and walked back calmly.

"Life is full of encounters." Wang Xuan greeted.

"The encounter is just around the corner." Although Old Chen had dark circles under his eyes, he was quite calm and responded calmly.

"Fate is indescribable." An old monk passing by looked at the two of them in surprise, interrupted, and then walked away.