Dongfang Mo clearly felt the difference in himself at this time, and it seemed that there was a burst of rich, fragrant and non-fragrant aura all around, which was inhaled into his body by 100,000 pores up and down his body, making him feel unusually comfortable.

"This is your own qi sense, is the surrounding aura the spiritual breath?"

Dongfang Mo was a little suspicious.

After a while, he laughed wildly: "The thief finally opened your dog's eyes, hahahaha......"

It took a while to restrain the ecstasy in my heart.

"In the next step, follow the eight veins of your own strange meridians to accept the mortal womb of the body, during which you will pass through the dantian and cause the sea of qi, and the spirit will breathe in the sea of qi and gather the sea of spirits, which is to become a ......."

Dongfang Mo didn't seem to need to work hard to control it, and that spiritual breath traveled through his meridians in his body, mostly flowing to all parts of his body during the period, and finally less than one-tenth of the extremely pure milky white air flow passed through his dantian and was entrenched in it.

And throughout the process, the spiritual breath that flowed to all parts of his body seemed to change his body, expanding his meridians and merging into his bones. Dongfang Mo's only feeling is that he is fully accessible and refreshed.

Immersed in cultivation, he seemed to have forgotten the time and completely entered the realm of self-forgetfulness.

It wasn't until a whole day had passed, when the milky white air flow had almost reached fullness in his dantian, and there was no longer any feeling in all parts of his body, that it gradually stopped.

Dongfang Mo secretly said that his guess was indeed right, this thing was a spirit stone.

At this time, he stood up after not moving for a long time, moved his body, and suddenly made a crisp sound of "click" all over his body. At the same time, Dongfang Mo obviously felt that the tattered clothes on his body had become smaller, and his body had risen by several inches in the past few days.

"It's a pity, that exercise has been lost too much, otherwise you can continue to cultivate. It seems that Dad didn't lie to me this time, this thing is indeed a law decision for cultivation. ”

"Goo-goo!"

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's stomach screamed. It turned out that he fell into this bottomless stream for an unknown amount of time and never eaten.

Looking at the dark river in front of me, I don't know where this dark river flows, if it continues like this, I will have to starve to death.

After thinking about it for a while, Dongfang Mo took down two spirit stones from the stone wall on the side, jumped into the dark river with a jump, and jumped into the dark river with a plop, using the faint light of the spirit stones in his hand to find out if there were any fish in the river, but the result disappointed him, there was nothing at the bottom of the river except mud and sand.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo could only look at the ice floes that wrapped the body of the beast, and randomly chose a small ice floes, among which there seemed to be a beast similar to an elk, Dongfang Mo climbed on top of the ice floe, and the spirit stone in his hand suddenly smashed down.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the spirit stone in Dongfang Mo's hand actually fell apart, and the slightest spiritual energy overflowed and scattered around.

Unexpectedly, this ice floe was so strong, Dongfang Mo didn't believe in evil, threw away the spirit stone in his hand, raised his fist and smashed it.

"Shhh

Hearing only the sound of gasping, Dongfang Mo covered his fists and the cold sweat from the headache flowed down.

"Come again!" This time, he stepped on it, but the ice floe was only sunk and floated up and down by his hard step, and there was still no sign of shattering.

In this way, after tossing for most of the day, Dongfang Mo finally lay tired on the ice floe. Only the sound of rushing water and the hazy white light around it.

……

Maybe it's a day or two, maybe it's three or four days, Dongfang Mo is so hungry that he can't remember the time, and at this time he is like a hungry wolf with green eyes.

"Didn't you fall to death, you will actually starve to death in this dark river!" I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.

In this way, about another day has passed, Dongfang Mo is ready to do it again, only by gnawing spirit stones to try to satisfy his hunger, in a trance, he seems to hear some kind of abnormal noise, that strange sound is different from the sound of the running water around him, as for what it is, he can't hear it clearly.

Dongfang Mo had lost a lot of weight from hunger in these days, and he barely raised his head at this time, wanting to see where the strange noise came from in front of him, so as to confirm whether it was his hallucination.

But in the next moment, Dongfang Mo suddenly woke up. Because the strange noise was not a hallucination, this time he heard it really, it was real, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer to himself.

When the ice floe drifted forward hundreds of feet again, Dongfang Mo was already able to hear clearly that the source of the sound was not far ahead.

At first glance, it seems to be a monk chanting scriptures, accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong" and the sound of a wooden fish beating on it from time to time.

Dongfang Mo was like grasping a life-saving straw at this time, and in addition to being excited, he grabbed the stone wall with both hands, used all his strength, and slowly floated forward.

Just after Dongfang Mo had walked a hundred feet away, the sound of chanting scriptures could already be heard clearly.

"South

No Amido

Po night to dole him

Gado Night, Do

O O of the night

Mi Na Du Po

Vi, Ami Babble

Sidham Bharva ....... ”

When Dongfang Mo turned a bend in the river, he saw a beam of light suddenly pouring down from above the stone wall in front of him.

In the middle of that light pouring, there is actually a lotus pond with a radius of dozens of zhang, in which the lotus flowers are in full bloom, colorful, some are as white as snow, some are as black as ink, and some are as red as the sunset. In the lotus pond, a winding path leads to the depths of the lotus bush, and it is from it that the sound comes from.

Dongfang Mo pondered slightly, stroked his hands, and swam towards the path of the lotus pond. Dragging his tired body, he pushed away the ice floe and stepped on the solid ground.

When he arrived here, bursts of refreshing floral fragrance hit, and Dongfang Mo kept taking a deep breath, as if this fragrance was more refreshing than absorbing aura.

Dongfang Mo looked at the overly tall lotus flowers around him, and then walked in quietly. It was only a few dozen breaths before coming to the end of the twisting trail.

At the end of the path, there is a lotus platform that is half a zhang high, and there is really a monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, twisting the Buddha beads in one hand and beating the wooden fish in the other, and the mouth is still chanting obscure scriptures.

The monk described it as withered, his eyes were deeply sunken, his two snow-white long eyebrows were a foot long, hanging down on both sides of his cheeks, and there were twelve dark black ring scars on his head, which looked extremely eye-catching.

His shabby monk's robe and robe were full of holes, but the rosary and wooden fish in his hand shone like ink.

What is even more striking is that on the side of the monk, a baby elephant about the size of a jackal, dressed in a white body, is sleeping soundly on one side.

The baby elephant has a fist-sized brass bell on its neck, a red diamond-shaped satin on its head and back, and a long snout of water vapor from time to time, and two short tusks as white as jade are exposed at the corners of its mouth.

After taking a closer look, Dongfang Mo looked at the monk who was sitting upright, approached with his hands folded, performed a Buddha salute, coughed lightly twice in his mouth, and said:

"This master, Xiaodao is so polite."

……

But after a long time, the monk was still chanting the scriptures in his mouth as if he had never heard of them, and the wooden fish in his hand was beating rhythmically, and even the sleeping baby elephant beside him did not move.

"This ......"

Dongfang Mo was a little embarrassed by the scene in front of him, and there was even a trace of doubt in his heart.

"Could it be that I fainted from hunger, and I was hallucinating in front of my eyes?"

Just when Dongfang Mo was thinking wildly, the scriptures in the monk's mouth suddenly stopped.

Instead, he slowly opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Dongfang Mo, who was also dressed in rags in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's voice was different from his voice in chanting the scriptures, which were tight and audible, but his tone was extremely slow, as if it took a lot of effort to say every word.

"I don't know why this donor is here, what he is doing here!" Although the old monk did not recite the scriptures, he still slowly rolled the rosary in his hand, and the old man's voice echoed in the fragrant lotus bushes.

At this time, Dongfang Mo heard that the old monk finally spoke, and secretly said that there was no endless road, and he finally met a living person.

"Master, the trail of the Oriental famous ink, but inadvertently fell from a waterfall called the bottomless stream, when I woke up I found myself in this underground dark river, the trail has been out for a long time, the family must be worried, the monk is compassionate, and I hope that the master will show the way out for the trail, and the trail is grateful."

The Buddha said: Meeting is fate. The poor monk should show the way for the benefactor. The old monk said slowly.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was excited in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, master, great kindness, Xiaodao can't be repaid." ”

"Good and good, it is fate, the poor monk has a question, I hope the donor will look at the word in the fate and solve the confusion for the poor monk." The old monk continued.

"This ......" Dongfang Mo had a lot of thoughts in his heart, with his intelligence, it was difficult to guess the monk's thoughts.

"The master doesn't know where this is!" Dongfang Mo couldn't help but ask.

"This is the place of the pear."

"Muddy pear?" Dongfang Mo was puzzled in his heart, and at this moment he even doubted whether this monk was a human or a ghost, a murderer or a demon.

Maybe I was carried away by joy just now, but at this moment it suddenly occurred to me that in the legend, many fierce demons always look like high-ranking monks, but in fact, they are all old monsters who have practiced for countless years, eating people and not spitting out bones.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the bow and has to be sent.

"I don't know if the answer is wrong, the master is still willing to show the way out for the trail?"

"No, this question is benevolent and the wise are wise, there is no right or wrong!"

"Then, please ask the master to ask, Xiaodao knows everything." Dongfang Mo arched his hand.

Seeing this, the old monk nodded and said:

"Wonderful, wonderful, donor, please look at ......" The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed to the darkness behind him.

"Tell the poor monk what you see......"

After speaking, the rolling rosary in the old monk's hand slowly stopped. At the same time, the entire underground river seemed to be still with the stillness of the old monk's rosary.

The flowing water is still, the ice floes are still, the swaying lotus flowers are still, and even the fragrance of flowers wafting in the air is still.

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