In the spring breeze.

The little junior sister was sulking with her cheeks on her cheeks: "Why did the senior brother take the ticket away?" ”

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me.

She looked sideways curiously, and saw that the three tickets were being blown by the wind, quickly skimming the ground, and then falling into her hand.

The little junior sister subconsciously raised her hand and patted it, held down the three tickets, and took a closer look, "Oh, isn't this an invitation from Hongyan Temple?" What's going on?"

The junior sister instinctively thought that this ticket was destined for her, and the senior brother accidentally lost it.

But she took two steps and suddenly remembered what her brother said, "You forgot about the shadow puppet show before."

Thinking of this, the junior sister grabbed the three tickets and shivered, this can float back by itself, it is really evil enough.

The brain is a good thing.

Fortunately, she has it, so she didn't go to Hongyan Temple to play without heart.

She grabbed the three tickets and went to find Xia Yuan.

But the door of the senior brother's room was locked, and there was no one.

"Humph!"

The junior sister stomped her foot, "Again, again!"

So, she thought about it and decided to show it to the second senior brother, who was well-informed and calm, and in some places he was more like a senior brother than the senior brother.

...

...

Xia Yuan directly activated the hermit's deep hiding, and then walked towards the outskirts of the city.

There were a lot of people in the city, but no one could see him.

As he walked past the gates, the guards felt nothing more than a normal breeze passing by.

Even if you take a step in a second, you can walk thirty miles in a minute, and Hongyan Temple is only a hundred miles away in the suburbs, for Xia Yuan, this kind of walk only takes about three and a half minutes to arrive, plus observing the surrounding environment, it took him five minutes.

The foot of Hongyan Temple.

The spring breeze blows the cherry blossom petals all over the mountain, like a fairy holding a heavenly bottle, standing on the bank of the clouds, pouring the mouth of the bottle, and the snow-white river poured from the sky is flowing through the mountains and forests with the long wind.

I went to the Zen temple on the mountainside.

After that, we went to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The children in the town chased and played, and some of the admiring spring tourists also came to talk at the bottom of the mountain.

Xia Yuan looked at the sky at dusk, it was not completely dark.

He decided to take a break and wait until late at night to go up the mountain to have a look.

So, he put on a layer of painting skin that looks like a young knight, and then showed up, and directly found a small restaurant in the town at the foot of the mountain that was listed as "Ancient Secret Beef", threw a tael of silver and cut two catties of beef, plus a bowl of scallion oil noodles.

He had something on his mind about the West Shadow Kingdom...

Those things seemed ordinary when they were in the bureau before, but now that they think about it, they are extremely scary, because from beginning to end, only one word "skillful" is revealed.

His own entry happened to be the most "coincidental" time in the West Secluded Country.

Why is this so coincidental?

It was as if an invisible hand had moved him.

And in order to consolidate the tyrant's state of mind, he had to deal with what was coming.

It stands to reason that even if a student has the talent of a tyrant, he will die in the face of those various existences, but he survived.

It seems that his terrifying potential has been tapped, but is it really just that?

Now his hermit talent seems to have been born for the sake of strange powers?

If there is no hermit, he is afraid that he will be killed by the shadow puppet in seconds, because he can't lock the shadow puppet at all.

"Guest, here are the noodles. ”

Xiao Er held the tray and put it in front of Xia Yuan, and said with a smile: "The small shop comes with a plate of fried peanuts." ”

Xia Yuan smiled, put aside these unwarranted distractions, and began to enjoy dinner, the boss's cooking technique of beef is not bad, the entrance is very fragrant, and the chewing still retains a bit of the "rough taste" of the beef, and the noodles are strong enough.

Because it is the end of March, the grass is green, the cherry blossoms are snowing, there are many tourists, and there are many conversations.

"Madam, we came at the right time, the abbot of Hongyan Temple will hold a ceremony tomorrow at noon, and it will definitely be very lively at that time. ”

"Rites?"

"Hongyan Temple is not very spiritual, it is estimated that a merchant spent a lot of incense money to pray for peace. ”

"Yes, although the East China Sea Country is still peaceful, but the few small countries outside have begun to be chaotic, all kinds of strange things have begun to happen, and life is no longer possible. ”

Xia Yuan listened for a while, and then casually interjected and asked, "Which family wants to do something?"

Most of the tourists in the distance here are outsiders, and some people answered, "Today I went to the temple to offer incense, and said that it was a merchant who made brocade, and the merchant sold all his belongings and wanted to come to the East China Sea to develop, and now he is living in the pilgrim monastery on the mountainside." ”

Xia Yuan didn't ask again.

Soon someone began to discuss, "Why did the family sell their belongings, did they also encounter those strange things?"

The restaurant is very noisy.

After Xia Yuan finished eating noodles and beef, he found a small inn to rest.

Although the inn requires customs clearance documents and identity and household registration certificates, there are many outsiders at this time, and Xia Yuan casually said "I lost it halfway", so I mixed it up.

Night...

Xia Yuan woke up, saw that the moon had passed in the middle of the sky, and it was almost midnight, and he went directly into the hermit's depth, shrunk into inches, and rushed to the mountainside.

There are not many people who can live in the pilgrim monastery on the mountainside, and at this time, there is still a room with candles lit.

Xia Yuan came over directly.

Looking in from the oiled paper window, I vaguely saw a figure wandering around the room.

The pace is in a hurry.

The figure walked for a while, stopped by the window, and began to say, "Stop drawing, stop drawing, your brother and mother are asleep, don't paint anymore." ”

Xia Yuan stood in the courtyard, he clearly felt that this man was talking to the window, it seemed that there was someone in front of the window, but if there was someone, under the light of the bright candle flame at this time, he would definitely show a shadow.

But there is no shadow.

Xia Yuan squinted, took a few more steps forward, and looked in through the crack in the window.

The heart that I had carried before suddenly let go again, it turned out that there was a little boy under the window who was lying on the ground drawing something, no wonder I couldn't see it from the outside.

Suddenly...

The man began to gasp for air, as if frightened.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open, and the man rushed out of the room.

Xia Yuan stepped into the door at the same time.

As soon as I got started, it was like passing through a "ripple".

In an instant, Xia Yuan's memory of "facing the shadow puppet for the second time" was awakened, and he immediately turned around as soon as he stepped in.

Da...

Clouds are born under your feet.

In an instant, he had shot miles away.

Just as he flew out, the wind was raging in the mountainside meditation courtyard, and the doors and windows of the house were slammed shut by a strange force.

Bang Bang Bang!

It's all closed.

It's like a coffin.

In the "coffin", the boy was still concentrating on painting, and he was engrossed, occasionally slashing his arm with a knife, lowering his blood into the inkstone, and then outlining the strange color of red and black, and then putting down his pen.

Only this time, he wasn't drawing a nun.

It's a temple.

If you look closely, this temple is exactly the same as the temple pattern on the invitation letter of Hongyan Temple.

...

...

...

Taking advantage of midnight, Xia Yuan walked around the entire Hongyan Temple, and there was nothing abnormal, so he turned back to the original mountainside Zen Temple.

The moonlight is like glass, the cherry blossoms are like snow, the scenery is very beautiful, no wonder the little sister wants to come to play, but at this time all this is covered with a layer of gray mist, which makes people a little flustered.

"What's going on?"

Xia Yuan sat cross-legged in a clearing, thinking with his cheeks folded.

There are only two sources of information for the existence of the Strange Power Chaos God.

The first is Ning Bao's description.

The second is the confrontation between himself and the shadow puppet.

And the characteristics:

First, they are clearly following the rule that there is a debtor.

Second, there will be a mysterious power in the shadows that will make the strange force and its creditors meet.

Thirdly, these strange forces have strange abilities and strange "logical thinking".

For example, shadow puppetry will not kill its own brothers and sisters in the theater to force itself out, but as it confronts itself, it seems to become more and more purposeful and wise.

In other words, is it growing?

Take shadow puppetry, for example.

For the first time, he escaped from the theater with his younger sister.

The second time, he had just come out of the Trick Domain, and the shadow puppet immediately took action, if he still carried his sister on his back this time, he was afraid that he would die directly.

The third time, the shadow puppet actually chose to go directly to the Wuxin School Palace, but fortunately, he was intercepted by himself halfway.

What is the nature of these strange powers?

Why can the Yin Jade that is transformed make Xuan Gong improve its grade?

Divide the chain carefully, it should be:

"Immortal" - strange power chaos - Xuangong.

Considering that the practice of Xuan Gong can allow a very small number of people to "see immortals".

And those who have not "seen immortals" have only not reached qualitative change, although there is no qualitative change, but quantitative change still exists.

And those who have become demons are just immortals, and the amount of change has not been enough, turning into strange forces and chaos.

In other words, it's a circulation.

It's a circle.

In a nutshell:

Cultivating the mystical function makes people see immortals, and the death of immortals will turn into strange powers, and the yin jade turned into strange powers and gods can improve mystical skills.

What exactly is this...

Xia Yuan savored it carefully.

At first, he thought it was a world of ancient martial arts.

Later, I realized that this was a strange world with fairy gods.

Only now did he realize that he was still underestimating the world.

Because of this world, he had never understood, and even if he had some information before the crossing, he had never seen it.

Watch as the sky grows brighter.

Xia Yuan turned back to the inn directly and made up for a good night's sleep.

After waking up, I ordered a fried shrimp, a green pepper beef tenderloin, and a rice in the restaurant next door, and ate it in a hurry.

He sat in the sunlight and began a new round of divination.

Yarrow stems silently nod their eyebrows to get in touch with their own divination.

"Go to Hongyan Temple to participate in the ceremony", Ji.

Xia Yuan: ???

Continue divination.

"Go to the mountainside Zen temple last night", Yoshi.

This is...

"Return to the Imperial Capital", Gee.

Xia Yuan was stunned.

He performed nine divination in a row, and did not stop until he had lost more than half of his energy, but the results of all calculations were auspicious.

What does this mean?

It's not like the monster is gone.

It's that it's hidden.

It's like a shadow puppet from before.

"Is it possessed, then?"

Xia Yuan immediately remembered the weird little boy he saw last night.

He thought about it for a moment and decided to go to the top of the mountain first.

Today's ritual in Hongyan Temple is for their family of four.

He had a hunch that something would happen.

...

The top of Hongyan Temple.

The bronze tripod has left, and the incense is curling.

The surrounding long table arch was full of candles, and Fang Ming's family of four stood in the middle of this arch, facing a group of about twenty monks.

The monks sat cross-legged and began to beat the wooden fish and chant sutras in their mouths.

The abbot at the head is holding a vajra that symbolizes strength, and is also chanting.

Xia Yuan directly changed a layer of painting skin, and then used the hermit's deep hiding to stand on the side, quietly watching the changes in the rituals, and he finally saw the little boy who was painting, he was looking at the monks around him with a curious and somewhat frightened face, which fully showed the appearance of a child of this age, which was really normal.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was falling from the sky.

But there is some inexplicable coldness.

It makes people feel uncomfortable all over the body.

Xia Yuan suddenly implemented the strange feeling again.

The West is in turmoil, and he has the talent of [Tyrant], like a knife cutting deep into it.

Now, the West is turning into a treacherous ghost, and like a bit of thick ink dripping on the white announcement, it is radiating to the surroundings, and at this time, he just has the talent of [Hermit], and he can hide in the shadows like these strange powers.

If you don't have this talent, no matter how much you think and how cautious you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the toss of these strange forces.

Thoughts turn back.

He quietly watched the rituals of Hongyan Temple, his eyes rolling, and he didn't let go of every subtle change, especially the change in the expressions of the family of four.

But it's a pity...

Normal from start to finish.

...

At this time.

Unintentional School Palace.

"The invitation letter from Hongyan Temple, senior sister, if you are afraid, you can throw it away, what is there to worry about?"

Bai Ao slowly returned his sword into the sheath, the strength of the Queen Mother gave him a dose of heart booster, he didn't expect that his own [Heartless Sword Dao] could be practiced to the level of an immortal, he was completely relieved, and his enthusiasm pounced on the seventh earth lock.

The little junior sister took out the three invitations, "Senior Brother Bai, it's not that I don't want to throw them, Senior Brother obviously took them yesterday, but these three invitations flew back again." ”

Bai Ao smiled and shook his head: "Senior sister, you think too much. Forget it, show it to me. ”

So, he took the three invitations.

It is long, palm-wide, and the center is made of cinnabar and ink, and it depicts a temple full of ancient style and some bright colors.

Bai Ao couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This style of painting is not bad. ”

He looked left and right and found that there was nothing wrong, so he said: "Senior sister, you experienced a shadow puppet show last time, so there are some cup bows and snake shadows, no matter how you look at these three tickets, it is normal." If you're scared, just let me go, Senior Brother probably lost it accidentally. ”

The little junior sister blinked: "Okay... All right. ”

Bai Ao casually put the three invitations on the table, and then left them alone.

...

Night.

Bai Ao slept so soundly.

All of a sudden...

The strange and terrifying sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Da Da...

Da Da...

Da Da...

Brush!

The second senior brother of Pingtou woke up suddenly, grabbed the long sword beside the bed with his left hand, and in the dark night, he looked around, carefully looking for the source of the sound.

Then he snapped his gaze to the wooden table in the moonlight.

The wooden table is long and wide, and the moonlight falls on it, making it look miserable white, and on the three invitations to Hongyan Temple, the temple pattern looks red and dazzling.

Bai Ao didn't wear boots either, and fell directly to the ground barefoot, the ground was cold, but he didn't care about these at all, and the blood energy around his body directly shook, revealing two rounds of clouds and mist phantoms, and the phantom shadows were dense, and the power instantly surged to his right hand, as long as something was wrong, he would directly use the fixed pattern of the Heartless Sword Dao to flash.

He slowly approached, his eyes looking around.

Suddenly, he felt as if there was a tall black shadow behind him.

Suddenly turned around, but there was nothing.

When I turned around, there were still only three red invitations on the table in front of me.

He took a closer look and couldn't believe his eyes...

The temple door on the invitation was slowly closing, and the darkness behind the door was empty, giving the impression that something had come out and had left the place.

Bai Ao rubbed his eyes again, and the three invitations returned to normal.

The second senior brother rubbed his forehead speechlessly, "It's been too much pressure lately, right?"