"Na Sumeru is a mustard seed, which is the biggest feature of the first spiritual treasure in the feng shui world. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Qin Feng said lightly.

To put it in layman's terms, it is actually simpler, it is the magic weapon of its own space. This is the beauty of the first spiritual treasure. ”

"Brother Feng, you mean that this black token is also this type of spiritual treasure. Hearing Qin Feng's explanation, the little monk Zikong was suddenly surprised.

"Hmm. Qin Feng nodded.

This black token was felt the moment I held it in my hand.

Of course, this was not the reason for Qin Feng to pay attention to this black token.

The real reason is that there are all kinds of doubts in this coffin, Xiao Hei is not lying, the corpse of the Tang Dynasty Feng Shui monk is indeed in this coffin, in the space of this black token.

Moreover, Qin Feng also knew that this extremely red coffin nail was not arranged by other enemies, but by this feng shui monk himself.

The feng shui monks of the Tang Dynasty were not full of food and support, but to lock the soul.

Locking his soul is safe in this coffin black token, but also to paralyze others.

If it is really excavated here by peers, it will naturally create an illusion.

The whole point of the tomb is on this black token.

Qin Feng squinted his eyes and thought in his heart.

Right now, Qin Feng still has a bold guess, that is, in this token, the soul of his feng shui monk still exists.

Although it is said that there is this black token, after all, it is a thousand years, and Qin Feng does not know the nature of this black token, so he can't tell what the answer is.

"Na Sumeru is a mustard seed, I didn't expect that the legend is actually true. The little monk Zikong sighed at this time.

Qin Feng heard the little monk muttering alone, and he also sighed in his heart.

Qin Feng knew that there was actually an allusion to the sentence that Na Sumeru was in mustard seeds.

This allusion comes from "Ancestral Hall Collection: Returning Monks": "There is a saying in the teacher's teaching: Sumeru Na mustard seeds, mustard seeds Na Sumeru." When Sumeru takes mustard seeds, people don't doubt it, and mustard seeds don't make Sumeru a lie?"

Life is like mustard seeds with Sumeru, and the heart is like a fine dust hidden in the world.

Li Bo, the assassin envoy of Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, once asked Zen Master Zhichang: "The Buddhist scriptures say that 'Sumeru hides mustard seeds, and mustard seeds take Sumeru', I think it is too mysterious and bizarre, how can a small mustard seed accommodate such a large Sumeru Mountain? This is really too ignorant of common sense, is it a lie?"

After listening to Li Bo's words, Zen Master Zhichang smiled lightly and asked, "People say that you 'read more than 10,000 books', is there really such a thing?"

"Of course, of course, why don't I read more than 10,000 books?" Li Bo looked triumphant.

"So where are all the 10,000 books you have read now?" Zen Master Zhichang asked Li Bo along the topic.

Li Bo raised his hand and pointed to his head and said, "Of course, it's all kept here." ”

Zen Master Zhichang said, "Strange, I see that your head is only the size of a coconut, how can it fit ten thousand books?

After Li Bo heard this, he immediately realized and suddenly became enlightened.

Qin Feng retracted his thoughts and refocused his attention on this black token.

The black token was held in Qin Feng's hand.

A cold sensation came from the hand.

Right now, all the answers are in this token, and as long as you open this token, you will know the outcome.

Qin Feng who came back to his senses.

His consciousness was released, and he began to feel the fluctuations emanating from the black token.

Open this kind of spiritual treasure, there is no secret technique, you only need to synchronize the frequency of this spiritual treasure with your divine sense.

After all, this spiritual treasure is very special, and this feng shui monk's physical body is no longer there, in a sense, this spiritual treasure belongs to the ownerless.

Qin Feng's divine sense felt the aura fluctuations of this spiritual treasure.

Slowly mobilize the fluctuations of his divine consciousness, step by step synchronization.

With the passage of time, Qin Feng's divine consciousness also slowly changed.

The black token in his hand also gradually changed, and the original pitch black, swarthy token gradually emitted a white light.

A unique suction force appeared around Qin Feng's body.

When this suction slowly expands.

A dazzling light burst out, and in the suite, Qin Feng's figure suddenly disappeared.

Only the little monk Zikong with a surprised face was left.

……

At this moment, Qin Feng only felt a flash of white light in front of him.

There was a brief blurring of the eyes.

Then, I appeared in another place.

Qin Feng, who came back to his senses, looked at all this around him.

It's a barren place.

Desolate mountains.

The parched earth.

Endless desolation.

That's right, at this moment, Qin Feng has already come to this token world.

This token is a space of its own, and the place where Qin Feng is located is a large plain, the terrain is very flat, and at a glance, the field of vision is very open.

The mountains in the distance can also be seen.

The sight is very good, and you can see the desolation of the mountains clearly.

Qin Feng looked around.

The sky here is gray.

It gives a lifeless feeling.

"It seems that there is an imbalance of yin and yang in this, and most of the feng shui monks of the Tang Dynasty must have died. ”

Qin Feng thought in his heart.

Qin Feng also knew in his heart that the ordinary spirit treasures, the small worlds in them, were all self-contained spaces, to be precise, they were self-contained worlds, just like the blessed land of the heavens, with their own ecosystems.

However, the world in front of you is this small world of Lingbao.

It's lifeless, and there's no life at all.

According to Qin Feng's visual inspection, this small world is not big, and the radius is only about ten kilometers, there are mountains and rivers, but the mountains are barren and the rivers have dried up.

All life has gone.

Qin Feng didn't even need to look for it, when he entered it, he could see the situation here at first glance.

At this moment, Qin Feng's heart was a little lost.

Such a lifeless little world is of no use to come.

Originally, Qin Feng thought that this was a small world with its own ecosystem.

However, everything was beyond his expectations.

It's a dead world.

The reason why the magic weapon of Nasu mustard seeds can be rated as a spiritual treasure by the feng shui world is because of the unique characteristics of Nasu mustard seeds.

All spiritual treasures, the creatures of the small world, can resonate with the divine consciousness of the spiritual treasure holder, and can nourish the divine consciousness of the feng shui monk, and the divine consciousness of the feng shui monk can also assist the small world.

The two complement each other.

The feng shui monk who holds the spiritual treasure is the master of this world in the small world.

This is also why Jiangshan Shejitu is called the first spiritual treasure in the feng shui world.

Because, even if it is a feng shui monk in the realm of qi cultivation, if he has a map of the country and mountains, he can be invincible in the face of a monk in the realm of asking qi.

This is the anti-heaven aspect of Lingbao.

It's just that the current situation makes Qin Feng understand......