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Yunquan Temple, the courtyard of the temple.

The courtyard of Nuoda is surrounded by vegetation, and flowers and plants are scattered on the ground until the end of the line of sight.

At this time, the red sun is rising, the courtyard is quiet and deep, the bluestone paved ground because of the morning dew, a faint fragrance of earth rises, a wisp of glow casts through the sparse canopy, casting patches of mottled light on the ground.

In a corner of the courtyard, in a simple wooden hut, there was no luxurious furniture except for a bench, a table, and a bed for sleeping.

And wooden houses like this, in this large courtyard, there will be one every 100 meters apart.

Although the furnishings of the house are a little simple, they are also simple, clean and tidy.

Lingxiao was lying on the bed, and by now, he had been in a coma for three days, and until just now, there was still no sign of waking up.

At this moment, Lingxiao was lying on the bed, although there was no sign of waking up, but his body was trembling, his brows were frowning from time to time, cold sweat was flowing down his forehead, the pillow under his head was already soaked for most of it, his head was swinging from side to side from time to time, with a painful expression on his face, at this moment he seemed to be experiencing an extremely depressed nightmare.

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This is a strange world, there is only a jade path that gently rises and does not know where to go in the endless world, and at this time, Lingxiao in the dream realm is moving forward on this path.

This world is shrouded in a faint mist, although the fog is extremely thin, but this fog seems to have a special prohibition, as far as the eye can see, only about two steps, within two steps the line of sight is extremely clear, as if there is no trace of hazy fog.

Lingxiao tried to look into the distance, but there was nothing but a thin mist and a dazzling haze.

The whole world is so silent.

Lingxiao had no choice but to walk forward like this, and kept walking, during which he turned back countless times, but every time he turned back, the picture he saw only made him more persistent.

Every time he looked back, what caught his eye was not the clear vision that he had originally walked all the way in his imagination, but the thick fog that rushed to his face, these fogs seemed to follow him, he took a step forward, the thick fog shrouded a step forward, and the jade road under Lingxiao's feet also disappeared silently.

There is no way back, and his only choice is to move forward without scruples.

In this way, Lingxiao walked aimlessly for a long time on this road that led to nowhere, because there was no day or night here, so Lingxiao himself didn't know how long he had walked and how far he had traveled.

Lingxiao couldn't feel the passage of time, but he could clearly feel that he was slowly aging, and it seemed that the farther he went, the degree of aging became more and more intense.

Lingxiao was a seventeen-year-old boy when he first set foot on this path, but as he walked farther and farther, he began to grow taller, then grew a beard, and became a young man.

As his footsteps continued, he seemed to have endured the vicissitudes of time, his bronze sideburns were carved with wrinkles, and his age had reached middle age.

The pace of progress has not stopped, his eyes began to be cloudy, his eyes began to dim, and the wrinkles of his hands were far more than before, obviously Lingxiao at this time was about to be in his twilight years.

Continuing to move forward, he slowly began to feel that his breathing was a little difficult, his breath was getting more and more sluggish, and it seemed to be becoming weaker, obviously Lingxiao was already dying.

Then his consciousness fell into darkness, as if he was dead, and as if he had fallen into reincarnation.

Lingxiao, who has 'died', is still moving forward, and the dense fog behind him is still shrouded forward, I don't know if it is driven by some special force in this world, Lingxiao's lifeless body still has not stopped moving, and continues to move forward.

I don't know how long it took, just like the vitality in spring, a trace of extremely majestic life suddenly appeared in Lingxiao's body, as if a new life was transforming in his body, and then, Lingxiao's dry body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a new breath spread around his body.

Lingxiao's withered body disappeared, and a baby body like gold and jade took its place, all as if Lingxiao had fallen from death to reincarnation, and then gained a new life from reincarnation.

The footsteps still do not forget the original intention of moving forward, forward seems to be his supporting power in this strange world, as he moves forward, Lingxiao from newborn to young, then from young to juvenile, then to youth, middle age, twilight, and finally fell into reincarnation.

After reincarnation, he still never gave up moving forward, and in the end, he was reborn again.

The cycle of life and death is like a kind of cycle, and in this way, the cycle is reincarnated eighteen times.

After the eighteenth time of dying, Lingxiao did not die, he fell into reincarnation again as before, this time, he seemed to have come to the end of this road, the mist slowly dissipated, and the scene at the end of the road was reflected in the eyes of Lingxiao, who appeared to be old.

I saw the old Lingxiao standing on the edge of a huge square with his torso on his back, looking around, the square was surrounded by majestic and solemn palaces and temples, each palace exuded a faint golden light, looking from afar, the whole square seemed to be shrouded in this rather mysterious golden light.

Every palace here is as magnificent as the Optimus Pillar, and every palace and temple seems to have existed for countless years, standing simple and heavy in this strange world.

There is a pillar hundreds of zhang high in the center of the huge square, the pillar is golden all over, like the pillar of optimus, straight into the sky, look at it, only to see that the top of the stone platform is suspended a piece of stone bi as big as the bright moon, the stone bi is suspended and flipped, exudes the atmosphere of simplicity and vicissitudes.

Around the stone bi, there are a few beads like fireflies around the stone bi, carefully counted, there are about seventeen of them, each bead is only the size of a fist, compared with the stone wall like the bright moon, it is simply too strong visual difference.

The color of the seventeen beads seemed to be incompatible with the theme color of this space, which had a faint mysterious golden color, but the seventeen beads had a dead gray-white hue, which seemed to be lifeless.

The strange thing is that at the moment when Lingxiao saw the huge stone, there was an unprecedented comfort and endless vitality in his body, and when he raised his hand, he saw that his arm was shedding the withered skin, and under the shed skin was growing like snow, he could clearly feel that his youth was slowly recovering - his wrinkled face gradually became smooth, and the vicissitudes of snow white hair were slowly turning black.

In this way, from twilight to old age, from old age to middle age, then youth, and youth......

After repeating the cycle eighteen times, and these eighteen times took a few breaths, Lingxiao seemed to have changed back to the age when he first embarked on this road-sixteen or seventeen years old, just when the jade tree was in the wind, and he was full of spirit.

Roar!

A roar that seemed like a dragon but not a tiger, like a phoenix and not a phoenix, suddenly frightened Lingxiao, who was immersed in joy, and he suddenly raised his head in horror and followed the reputation.

I saw that in the center of the square, on the huge stone platform, I don't know when a huge phantom was condensed, I saw that it had dragon horns, dragon whiskers, four legs like tiger feet, eyes with phoenix pupils, I don't know what it was, at this time, it was entrenched on the stone platform, and its eyes were staring at the extremely small Lingxiao under the stone platform.

"You and other juniors, you dare to trespass on this place," the behemoth rebuked with great displeasure

"Junior Lingxiao, accidentally entered this place, if you are offended, you can also hope that the senior Haihan" Lingxiao is a peaceful and friendly person, of course it is the same in the dream, and besides, this behemoth has no malicious intentions, so he hurriedly bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Besides, this behemoth doesn't know what it exists, although it was just a sentence just now, but Lingxiao seems to have seen the vicissitudes of the years, and the vicissitudes contained in the words, the simple meaning, has proved that this behemoth has existed for a long time.

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Knock knock - knock

The atmosphere around was extremely depressed, and the entire square was quiet only to hear his own heartbeat, Lingxiao lowered his head tightly, and his heart was ready for the worst, waiting for the next move of the behemoth, but after a long time, it seemed that the behemoth did not react in the slightest.

Dozens of breaths passed, but there was still no sound in the square of Nuoda, and it was still quiet and depressed.

Lingxiao tentatively raised his head slowly, glanced around, and just raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his steps involuntarily retreated.

I saw that the huge phantom on the stone platform had disappeared, but the stone bi the size of the bright moon was flipped violently, and it was also shrinking sharply, and at the same time, the speed was shooting towards the spirit sky like a meteor.

Lingxiao's retreat was faster than the speed of Shi Bi's rapid shot, almost in the blink of an eye, he came to Lingxiao's body, and then shot at his chest without hesitation.......

"Ahh Heh-he-he-he-hehe" Lingxiao sat up from the bed abruptly in the simple cabin, gasping for breath while groping with two palms on his body, as if to confirm whether there would be a bloody hole in his chest......

"Eighteenth son! My name is Futu" Suddenly, a vicissitudes of life resounded in Lingxiao's ears, and the words were simple, like ancient Sanskrit sounds.

Lingxiao hadn't recovered from the nightmare yet, just a little lucky, just like that, suddenly a sentence sounded in his ears, Lingxiao didn't even bother to wipe the sweat, and quickly turned his head to look around, but except for a few simple pieces of furniture, there was half a figure there.

After a long time, Lingxiao calmed his breath and muttered as if talking to himself, and then he was about to lift the quilt and prepare to get out of bed.

"Eighteenth son? Floating Tu? ”

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