Seeing this crippled Buddha, Ning Xiu suddenly remembered what the shopkeeper said to him.

This captive mountain in the Eastern Jin Dynasty once built a dojo called Zexin Temple, since there was a dojo, then there will be Buddha statues are not uncommon.

Ning Xiu wondered why the white snake in front of him knew about this place, and what was the purpose of bringing him here?

He looked at the broken Buddha statue, and suddenly a melodious bell rang in his ears.

First, there was a sound, and then Ning Xiu seemed to hear the bell ringing all over the mountain, and at the same time, there were bursts of Sanskrit chanting.

Ning Xiu looked back and saw that there were many floating towers around him, and he was standing in the middle of the tower, and when he looked up, he saw that the big Buddha was smiling at him.

"It's a fantasy within a fantasy. ”

He chuckled, and when the illusion vanished, the white snake was gone, and in front of him was a purple gold bowl.

Ning Xiu bent down to pick it up, facing the light, and his green clothes seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light.

"You're waiting for me here......"

Fahai's purple gold bowl, but anyone who is familiar with the story of the White Snake will never forget this big killing weapon in Fahai's hand, ordinary monsters, as long as they are covered by the purple gold bowl, they will immediately show their original form, and then be included in it.

Of course, no matter how strong this purple gold bowl is stronger than Ning Xiu, it is useless.

It's all just illusory anyway.

......

Next, life returns to calm again.

During this period, a hunter who went up to the mountain to hunt couldn't help but be surprised to see Ning Xiu alone in the deep mountains. He told Ning Xiu that there was a big snake in the mountain and told him to be careful.

Ning Xiu smiled and said nothing.

The next time he saw the white snake was a few years later, in a stone cave behind the mountain.

At this time, the white snake had grown extremely large, and the white snake with the thickness of a bucket was coiled there, staring at Ning Xiu, and spit out a fishy poisonous gas from its mouth. However, Ning Xiu still recognized it from the eyes of the white snake, it was the little white snake that led him to find the remnant Buddha.

"Hiss~"

The white snake spat out the snake letter and looked at Ning Xiu.

Instead of hostility in his eyes, Ning Xiu felt a trace of tenderness from it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind, and he felt that the whole world was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing on the river, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The sky was covered with black clouds, and then a bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the whole sky brightly, followed by a deafening thunderclap, and the downpour poured down, and the river at your feet was so turbulent that even the embankment was splashed with cold water.

Ning Xiu was in a trance, feeling that the scene in front of him was very familiar, and just wanted to leave this dangerous place, he suddenly found that he had lost control of this body.

Then he seemed to open the perspective of God, watching himself keep walking towards the river, and when he looked along the line of sight, he saw a behemoth in the middle of the river, raising its huge head, also looking at him.

"It's it?!"

Ning Xiu sighed lightly, only to see that the behemoth was the white snake, but at this time it became even more huge, stretching out, it was hundreds of meters long.

Bursts of terrifying aura emanated from it, terrifying!

He has experienced the initiation of the Dao, and how small the Dao seems under this vast and boundless atmosphere.

Rumble!

At that moment, a thunderbolt fell!

Ning Xiu seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking, and then the whole world began to become hazy.

After a burst of light, feeling the familiar sound of water waves, Ning Xiu opened his eyes sharply and found that he was still in the West Lake.

He glanced at the turquoise water around him, waved his limbs, and swam to the shore.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Ning Xiu climbed to the shore and lay flat on the bluestone slab, the early morning sun shining on him, a little warm.

"Alas, look at what is going on with that man, how he is lying wet by the West Lake. ”

"It's not going to swim in the lake, young people nowadays are really unqualified. ”

"Idiot, do you see anyone dressed up for a swim?"

"I didn't look carefully just now, but he was still a handsome guy, could it be that he was dumped by his girlfriend and wanted to jump into the lake. ”

"Hehe, this is not right, Sister Fei, you just went over and took him down. ”

......

There was a loud noise in my ears.

Ning Xiu looked at the sky in a daze, and didn't react.

In the illusion, the last time the white snake looked at him, the emotions contained in it were very complicated.

He couldn't fully understand the meaning, but for some reason, thinking about that look, he always felt a pang of discomfort in his chest. Even if he knew that the white snake was not actually looking at him.

Fahai, White Snake?

Is it really as said in the play, Fahai, the bald donkey, ran away to break up people's happy families, but he didn't want to look at it.

Ning Xiu shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

This history obviously hid one of the most important memories from him, that is, what happened during the period from the development of cave practice to the confrontation between man and snake in the stormy seas.

Consciousness returned, Ning Xiu gradually regained consciousness, he clenched his fists, and felt the power from his body, although it was not as powerful as in his dream, but it was more real.

"Ten years in the dream, has it only been one night in this life?" Ning Xiu muttered in a low voice looking at the warm sunshine.

Then, when the crowd of onlookers did not increase further, he got up and left in a hurry.

Fortunately, in the early morning, there are not many tourists by the West Lake, only some nearby residents exercise and take a walk in the morning, and they would rather not have the habit of being monkeys.

......

Back at the residence, Zhang Meiqi was still sleeping, and the eight tribulations, the thief bald, had disappeared at some point.

He put down the breakfast he had bought along the way, took a shower and went back to his room.

After observing the eight tribulations for so long, I didn't expect to let him be deceived in the end.

Ning Xiu sat there and reflected, discovering that he had relied too much on his own acute consciousness that was different from ordinary people.

The reason why he believed in the Eight Tribulations was because after observing for a long time, he did not feel even the slightest malice from the other party. In fact, the Eight Tribulations did not have any ill will towards him, but he still lied to him.

Maybe it didn't hurt him this time, but what about next time?

After all, it's too careless.

In fact, instead of suffering any losses this time, Ning Xiu gained great benefits.

Not only did he get the big thunder sound breath hair to make up for his own shortcomings, but the Mo Qi Dan Book and the Thousand Illusions Law were also repeatedly explored and integrated in this fantasy realm for ten years.

Now that he has returned to the present world, relying on the experience he has accumulated in the illusion, he has re-cultivated and his speed has more than doubled.

Not to mention that in the past ten years of fantasy, through the body of Fahai, what he has seen, thought, heard, and done, so as to accumulate and grow

Experience is also an incalculable asset.

It can be said that today's Ning Xiu is no longer the rookie who has just entered the cultivation world and doesn't understand anything.