I was like a rock, sinking to the bottom of the dark sea, without a sound, silent.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed to be as long as 10,000 years, and it seemed that a golden light suddenly pierced the darkness, and everything became as bright as day.

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded in my ears, like rain from heaven, and my chaotic mind became clear again.

"Su Bai, this is the Blood Dhara Illusory Incense, keep your mind, wake up quickly!"

This voice is a female voice, she is very eager, you can easily read the care and concern contained in it, I try to recall that the owner of this voice, is a little auspicious day!

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark everywhere, the two evil spirits were gone, and my limbs were still bound and sinking.

It's damp and sticky, but it doesn't feel like it's in water, it's like you're in an eerie dye vat. In the air, the rich, strange scent that permeated the air became much lighter, and my head didn't hurt so much.

I know that the voice just now was Xiao Ji Xiangtian who entered my mind through the transmission, this is a fantasy realm, no wonder my backpack and burial sword will be missing, and the glutinous rice dumplings in my body can't be contacted.

It must have been this strange fragrance that turned into some kind of barrier, blocking and sealing the passage of my contact with the outside world.

This strange fragrance is really powerful, and the ability to confuse people's minds is powerful. Now that I think about it, the little stinky fart is sealed in Dragon Ball, and it is impossible for it to show up. And this is the secret array of the palace of gods in India, and Hu Xiaoye will never come here.

Under normal circumstances, the logic of hallucinations in front of me is obvious when you think about it, but I just didn't expect it just now, so I fell into the trap of evil spirits.

The palace of the gods is weird, and in addition to the unclean ghosts, other evil spirits emerge in an endless stream. But what is this evil spirit that can confuse people's minds and transform into human form?

Xiao Jixiangtian said that I was hit by the blood dhara phantom incense, and the phantom incense is undoubtedly talking about this weird fragrance, but what is the blood dhara? Don't...... Is she talking about mandala flowers?

In the Celestial Empire, the mandala flower was commonly known as the big trumpet flower, and when I traveled with my master, I had seen it with my own eyes in the land of Liangguang. In my impression, this mandala flower has a unique shape, the flowers are huge like windmills, and they hang upside down and hang low when they are in full bloom.

It is said to be native to India and comes in a variety of colors, with the most common being white and yellow. Mandala flowers contain highly toxic and a large number of hallucinogens, which were the main materials for making Mongolian and Chinese medicines in ancient times, and were also used as anesthetics by famous doctors.

Master told me that the mandala flower has a strong religious color, especially with the deep roots of Buddhism. Buddhism also calls the mandala flower "the flower of the other side", which means to reach the other shore and the final destination, and can also be regarded as a thing incarnated by the soul.

Legend has it that when the Buddha opened the altar to teach the Dharma, a mandala rain of flowers would fall in the sky. The white mandala keeps falling from the sky to the world, the space blends, life and death are no different, and you listen to the Fa-rectification.

Buddhists believe that this white mandala flower will bring good luck and happiness to those who see it, and because the white mandala flower does not have flowers, it is also regarded as a symbol of the absence of distractions and a Buddhist holy relic.

This statement may seem absurd, but it is likely to be true. Li Shizhen, a famous ancient Chinese doctor, also recorded the origin of the mandala flower in detail in the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

"When the Lotus Sutra says that the Buddha speaks the Dharma, the sky rains and the mandala flowers. There is also a Taoist Beidou who has a messenger of the Dhara Star, holding this flower. Therefore, the descendants are famous for flowers. Mandala, Sanskrit variegated also. ”

Buddhism said: "A flower is a world, a leaf is the same", this flower is a mandala flower.

Even in Tibetan Buddhism, the model of the microcosm, is called a mandala. It contains the spirit of insight into the darkness, transcendent enlightenment, and infinite transformation.

If you think about the succulent plant that emerged from under the ground, it was similar to a mandala flower after flowering, except that it no longer hung upside down and drooped, but turned around and bloomed upwards.

I remembered that before entering the illusion, the requiem place where we were, Xiao Ji Xiangtian said that this is the resting place of countless souls, and it also coincides with the mandala flower that represents "reaching the other side".

It's just that the mandala flowers are white, yellow, and purple, but I have never heard of a blood-colored mandala. And that succulent plant is clearly black, why is it called a blood dra?!

But that's not the point, I'm in a fantasy now, and the top priority is to keep my mind as Xiao Jixiangtian said, so that I can break through the confusion and have a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, forced myself to empty my head, and began to silently recite the five-character proverb in my heart, and tried to condense the true qi in my body to run Xiao Zhoutian.

"Ah, hum, hum, oh, gam, ......"

"Ah, hum, hum, oh, gam, ......"

As I continued to chant, my breathing became smoother, and the feeling of my limbs being restrained was slowing down, as if an invisible force was gradually being discharged. The trickle-thin true qi also began to flow, accumulating into a lot and converging into a river.

The sound of my recitation of the proverbs became faster and faster, and the true qi continued to pour out from the lower dantian through the various large acupoints, making my whole body feel more comfortable. I felt a fist-sized dot shuttling through my body, it was glutinous rice dumplings!

The little one, who was twice as big as usual, was chanting the five-character proverb with me in my voice.

"Ah, hum, hum, oh, gam, ......"

"Ah, hum, hum, oh, gam, ......"

The sound rose and fell wave after wave, like divine light descending from the sky, and like the thunder of the nine heavens, and finally broke out of the body, dispelling the boundless darkness and returning to the light.

I felt like I was falling lightly again, and the temperature was getting warmer. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the fat man, the amorous and the little Ji Xiangtian and others were looking at me intently, and their eyes were full of anxiety.

Seeing me wake up, the fat man, the stammering monk, and the little shamen all breathed a sigh of relief and showed joy on their faces. The old Kunal, however, seemed rather puzzled and asked.

"Su Daoyou, although the Blood Dhara Illusory Incense can confuse people's minds, it is only fleeting for all of us, why have you entered the illusion realm for so long? Aren't you a monastic? ”

Kunal's words made me stunned, and I turned my head to look at everyone, indeed, except for me, the fat man, the amorous, the little shamen, and the master of Warren, the kunal, and the little auspicious heaven were all unusual, obviously not affected by the phantom incense.

I was suddenly a little embarrassed, and I coughed twice in embarrassment, and I also understood that this so-called illusion came from my heart, and the more distracting thoughts and troubles I had in my heart, the deeper I would fall.

As ascetics, Kunal and their people naturally saw through the red and earthly world a long time ago, and they would not be disturbed by distracting thoughts. Although the fat man is careful, he is a complete optimist, and Xiao Jixiangtian is a human divinity, and there is no such problem.

On the contrary, the stammering monk was amorous to me, he clearly loved the red dust more than me, and he was among the flowers, why could he not be affected?