For a long time, my dependence on the book reached its peak, and as long as I didn't look at the symbols, I was restless and restless.

Instinctively, I seem to use this book as a tool for my livelihood.

It stands to reason that as a former Taoist priest, the minimum self-control must be different from ordinary people, but for this matter, I just can't control myself.

My biggest concern is, will I be obsessed with it?

After all, this is a book with an unknown path, and at the beginning, I was also holding the psychology of gambling, and the current situation is not at all expected by me.

The only people I could turn to for help were Master and Xuanhu.

But look at the white-haired master again, do I still have the face to go to him for help?

That's it! I'll make a heart and carry it myself!

Time passed little by little, months passed in a hurry, and on an ordinary night, the force once again drew me to open the strange book, and I sat down in my chair step by step, but this time, a stranger feeling appeared.

The strange symbols in front of me began to float, and the whole scroll was like the rising tide of the sea, surging up in waves, so scared that I quickly rubbed my eyes, I was afraid that I would not see my eyes badly, right?

After a few minutes, I opened the scroll again, and the strange feeling was slowly gone.

I couldn't help but let out a long breath, thankfully, there was nothing wrong with my eyes.

Suddenly, all the words in the scroll floated up, and the handwriting seemed to come to life, and the sky was full of white words.

This scene, I was completely stupid in place, and the star-like handwriting surrounded me.

The bone scroll went blank, and I instinctively took a few steps back until I cowered in the corner.

Seeing the flying handwriting, how to deal with it, there was only one sentence in his head: "What is this?" ”

It stands to reason that I have not seen the world, I have seen a lot of ghosts and ghosts, large and small, but I have never seen such a vision, and I faintly heard some kind of chanting, this sound is very strange, like a big drama sung during crying and mourning, but it is not the same.

There is a sense of stickiness in the singing of the crying and mourning drama, and the pronunciation of the words is not clear, but this voice is the opposite, every word is very clear, and the tone is a lot lighter.

It's just that I don't understand what I'm singing at all.

After a few illusions, I was like a frightened bird, and my first reaction was illusion.

Could it be that Huang Tianhe is back?

The Huang family may not dare to attack in a short period of time, but Huang Tianhe is a proper alternative!

The thought added another layer of fear to my panic, and goosebumps popped up on my back.

I glanced at the doorway, and with the strength of my feet, my shoulders instantly rested on the wooden door, thinking of running out first.

"Bang", my shoulders and the wooden door made a muffled sound, and the huge rebound force bounced me back.

The master doesn't like luxury, the doors in the room are the most ordinary wooden doors, the wind is stronger on weekdays, and the door frame will creak, I hit it so hard, not only did not break it, but was bounced back?

Obviously, this is not for me to go.

I steadied my mind and comforted myself: "It's okay, this is still the realm of Qingfeng Temple after all." ”

The chanting is getting closer and closer, as if it came from ancient times, slowly wafting in my ears, the sound is sometimes loud and sometimes small, as if it is deliberately teasing my mind.

"Bang la la", a breeze suddenly rose in the locked room, the everlasting lights in the room were instantly extinguished, and the whole room fell into endless darkness.

I stared around, bent over, bent on my knees, holding the corner of the table with one hand, and fumbled into the darkness to relight the candlestick.

In this environment, there is nothing more reassuring than a flame.

Suddenly, a blank scroll rose out of thin air, and the incandescent light shone down in an instant, comparable to day.

At this time, I realized that the wind blowing in the house just now was not flat at all.

It's the scroll in front of you!

The strange scroll has an extremely powerful suction, and this wind comes from the suction.

Within a moment, in a house of dozens of square meters, there was a strong wind that made people unable to open their eyes, and I was an adult of more than 100 pounds, but in the face of the wind, it was like a kite with a broken string, and it was blown erratically.

I quickly crouched down and steadied myself, trying to maintain my balance in this way, but it was all in vain......