Returning to the shack by the small pond at the back, Wang Zhi immediately called the two ghosts into his humble hut, and then told him about his affairs in the back mountain one by one, including the book-like square, what he can really believe now is Zheng Likai and Qian Jia, and the only ones who can answer the questions in his heart are the old ghosts.

Zheng Likai silently listened to Wang Zhi's story, and finally frowned and said: "I don't know about this mountain, or I don't know that spirit, it seems that Liu Bi didn't tell this person about it, so I'm afraid I won't be able to help you anything." ”

Wang Zhi looked at the old ghost in disappointment, and saw that he didn't fool himself, so he had to retreat and ask, "What about that book-like thing with a handprint?" Could it be the Nether Scriptures?

The old ghost continued to shake his head and said: "This is even more unclear, he, like us, only knows that the Netherworld Heart Sutra comes from the Netherworld Holy Scripture, and other things about the Holy Scripture are no longer known. ”

Wang Zhi had no choice, he originally thought that the old ghost was an encyclopedia, but he didn't expect that now he doesn't know anything.

Seeing Wang Zhi's expression, the old ghost was also a little aggrieved, and thought to himself: You don't ask what I know, just pick up some questions that I don't know. But after thinking about it, he still said in a proper manner: "Don't think about it so much, even if you confirm these now, what's the use?" The most important thing for you now is to practice well, haven't you absorbed so much aura? If you don't refine it well, there will be chaos if you don't do it well. ”

Wang Zhi thought about it and felt that it made sense, but he just wanted to turn around and leave, and then thought of a question, turned around and asked the old ghost: "You say, what is it now?" ”

The old ghost was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "I really don't know this, there is no such thing in the knowledge of that spirit, it stands to reason that so many spiritual qi suddenly rushed into the origin, the biggest possibility should be that the origin can't withstand it and explodes, especially the origin of you, which has just been formed and has no strength of its own." ”

Wang Zhi's face was a little ugly, not because the old ghost was damaging his origin garbage, but thinking of the pain when the aura rushed into the origin, he shivered, and said to the old ghost: "Then, why don't I have anything to do." ”

The old ghost shook his head and said: "I really don't know this, if you guess hard, I think, it can only be that when the immortal master washed your marrow in Wangjiang, what means were arranged, maybe at that time, he had already planned, and you would one day absorb the preparation of the aura of the formation on the mountain." ”

When Wang Zhi heard this, he felt even more lost in his heart, and he also felt that the old ghost's words were quite reasonable, and he was not happy at all when he figured out this problem, he didn't say a word, turned around and walked to the open space where the Zizhu King was.

In the following days, Wang Zhi went back to the days of practicing at night and resting during the day, but now the aura in his body is so full that he almost wants to burst into a violent body, so he doesn't need to absorb it from the outside world, he just uses the strong wood attribute aura around him to make a refining tool, so that the chaotic aura in his body can be gradually transformed into wood aura.

Therefore, during the day, he rarely meditated and refined, because without the help of the Purple Bamboo King's aura, he wanted to refine that huge aura, which was too difficult.

Most of his daytime time was used to try to practice Qingteng's tricks, but now the aura in his body is chaotic, and the trials can only be cautious, so the effect is not good at all.

The biggest difference now is between Wang Zhi and Wang Xiling, Wang Zhi originally thought that he could rely on his own efforts to get rid of the fate of being controlled by others, but after the Netherworld Palace came out, the truth once again ruthlessly slapped his illusion away, and he was still a chess piece that could be used and abandoned by others at any time.

He didn't know if there was any connection between Wang Xiling and Liu Bi, and he didn't want to figure it out, whether there was or not, it didn't really matter, at most it represented how big the chessboard was, and it didn't have any impact on him.

So between him and Wang Xiling now, there seems to be an invisible diaphragm, which makes the two close at hand, but there is some unspeakable taste, in fact, to put it bluntly, Wang Zhi can't believe her now, and he can't believe her like Zheng Likai and Qian Jia.

The days repeated day after day, the leaves of the trees turned yellow, the leaves of the bamboo also turned yellow, and then with the gradually colder wind, they fell flutteringly, and then the first snow on the mountain also fell one after another.

Wang Zhi sat by the pond and watched the tiny snow flakes fall, disappearing as soon as they touched the water.

Now, while his heart is quiet, he is also a little anxious and hesitant, after more than a month, the aura in the origin has been refined, although it is much faster than his own cultivation in the purple bamboo forest, but compared to the still chaotic and majestic aura, it is still a little too little.

This speed makes him very dissatisfied, just refining like this, I really don't know that the Year of the Monkey can only be refined completely, the most important thing is that the origin is mixed with his own uncontrollable aura, so that he can't let go of the spell at all, this is a bit like a diesel engine, fuel mixed with gasoline, kerosene, if it is really forced to run, there will definitely be a problem.

But at the same time, he was also inexplicably adapting to the status quo in his heart, perhaps knowing that no matter what, it was calculated and even arranged by others, so since it was all arranged, there was no need for him to be anxious.

He was in a daze by the pond, and Wang Xiling came to him with a cloth bag.

He looked up at her, then said lightly, "Sit." ”

He sat on the stone by the pond by himself, and he didn't know if he asked Wang Xiling to sit on the ground too, but she smiled faintly, really sat down on the stone next to him, and said, "It's snowing, winter is coming." ”

Wang Zhi shrugged her shoulders indifferently, not knowing why she was talking about these obvious and useless facts.

Wang Xiling put the cloth bag in his arms on the ground and said: "I went down the mountain to change a sweater and a set of Tibetan robes for you, you have a special physique now, and you can't mobilize your aura to keep yourself warm, don't catch a cold." ”

A warm current in his heart still permeated involuntarily, Wang Xiling had prepared a suit for him to go down the mountain, and now he got warm clothes, although he didn't trust her very much, but he never hated her, he didn't blame her, and now she seemed to care about herself so much, Wang Zhi couldn't help but have an urge to cry.

In this world, except for their parents, everyone else is a stranger, and the remaining few, even if they know themselves, are all interested, they all want to get something to intersect with themselves, but Wang Xiling seems to have a rare chance of getting anything from himself, at least he can't think of it now.

Looking at the brand-new Tibetan robe on the ground, he looked up at Wang Xiling's ordinary face and pure eyes and said, "Why are you so good to me." ”

Wang Xiling sat up straight, habitually pulled his long hair to his chest and said, "Because you are my disciple, although my master is not very qualified." ”

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