Shi Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Gu Xu, who was standing on the stage.

"This guy...... I actually had an epiphany again......" she said silently in her heart.

For most monks in the world, such a thing as "epiphany" is something that can be encountered or not sought, and it may only happen once or twice in a lifetime.

But Gu Xu, this guy, not only can have an epiphany once in three days, but also may enter a state of epiphany at any time and place.

Shi Xiaohan still remembered that when the two of them were working together on a mission in Yishui County, Gu Xu often stood in place and fell into contemplation after killing a ghost, and after a few minutes, he could draw a new talisman or make an unexpected improvement to a certain spell.

I didn't expect that in this much-anticipated ring today, he would be able to feel something.

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Seeing Gu Xu on the stage with his eyes closed and motionless, everyone on both sides of Luoshui was whispering in private, revealing either doubt, surprise, or expectation.

But Gu Xu was completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't care about what was happening in the outside world or the eyes of others.

The mythical and legendary "Wangxiang Terrace" is a place where ghosts in the underworld look back at their relatives in the yang world; The "Wangxiang Terrace" on the path of cultivation is the place where the monks look back on the mortal world.

The key is to "turn back".

As we all know, cultivation is a transcendent path, a process of transforming from "human" to "superhuman" and "non-human". As the realm of monks ascended, they needed to absorb more and more yin qi from heaven and earth, and they were always at risk of being eroded and assimilated.

Therefore, the ancestors chose to look for the feeling of being a mortal many years ago, to stabilize their spirits, and to fight against the cold and lonely nature of this world.

If you want to detach, turn back first.

Only by going through the red dust can the lead be washed away.

Maybe consciously, or unconsciously, Chen Jisheng devoted himself to his busy work, Chu Fengge was obsessed with appearing in front of people, and Shangguan Jin was keen to dress up and look good to win the favor of others...... As for the empty Xuansan people, they often play in the red dust, even if they become ghosts, they are still thinking about beautiful women.

Today, Gu Xu ended several days of closed-door meditation and came to the bank of the Luo River, where the crowds were surging, and everything he saw, heard, and felt turned into a new understanding and poured into his heart.

When he no longer suppresses his emotions, he will be pleasantly surprised by the lanterns of different shapes by the river, the inexpensive dishes in the restaurant will make him feel happy, the hair ornaments on the heads of the girls and the gorgeous clothes on their bodies will dazzle him, Shi Xiaohan's battle on the stage will make him feel nervous, defeating strong enemies will make him feel comfortable, and the amazed and admiring eyes of the audience will make him feel refreshed......

These emotions, like a beacon and a cane, dispelled the haze in front of him, making his pace become more and more steady in the process of climbing the "Homesick Ridge".

"I see."

Gu Xu smiled.

For a time, he locked himself in his room and pondered and searched, but he couldn't figure it out.

But in the end, when he walked out of the house and looked back at the mortal world, he found that the answer was so simple.

In his conscious world, the fog on the "Homesick Ridge" seems to be fading, and the resistance on the stairs seems to be gradually disappearing.

He knew that if he continued to climb up, he should be able to walk as fast as he could without hindrance.

But because he was in the ring at this time, he did not choose to continue the climb along the stairs.

Instead, they opened their eyes, their eyes were clear, and they were enlightened.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." He looked at the pure monk in front of him and smiled politely.

"It's okay." Pure as a calm way. He also took advantage of this time to allow his physical strength and true yuan to recover to a certain extent. In addition, he clearly noticed that the temperament that Gu Xu was showing now seemed to be a little different from just now.

The competition began again.

Because he had seen Gu Xu's amazing "Seven Styles of Burning the Sky", this time the monk did not leave his hand alone.

He began to recite incantations and cast another high-grade spell pioneered by the patriarch of Lingshan Temple, the "Foehn Fire Lotus".

Due to the scarcity of monks who had mastered the spell, the spell sounded a bit long and obscure, and most viewers couldn't understand what he was saying.

Only Qi Yan, who was standing on the edge of the railing, recognized the spell he cast.

"This apprentice that Master Jueming has taken in is even more powerful than I imagined," he secretly sighed in his heart, "I can even learn such a spell as the 'Foehn Wind Fire Lotus'." ”

In the process of reciting the mantra of the pure monk, the air flow around him surged rapidly, and a majestic aura gradually condensed on his body, like a flood that was about to burst the embankment, giving people a feeling of daunting.

But Gu Xu's expression was still calm and calm.

He took out the "Amazing Pen" again and waved it in the air casually, as if he had treated the whole world as a huge piece of rice paper, splashing ink on it.

"What is he doing here?" Seeing Gu Xu's actions, Shi Xiaohan felt a little puzzled.

"If nothing else, he should be composing poems with the 'Amazing Brush,'" Qi Yan explained, "or rather, he is creating a new spell with the help of poetic imagery." ”

"Create a new spell ......," Shi Xiaohan bit his lip lightly and silently repeated this sentence in his mind.

She suddenly realized that Gu Xu had not only left her behind in terms of strength, but the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger.

With Gu Xu's movements, the tip of the "Amazing Pen" flowed with brilliant light, and then froze in the night sky, looking brilliant and dazzling.

These rays of light soon coalesced into the following words:

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”（1）

When Gu Xu wrote the last word, the "Amazing Pen" suddenly shone brightly.

These shining words turned into colorful fireworks, crackling in the dark sky, reflecting the entire Luo River as if it were day.

At the same time, the pure monk also finished reciting the lengthy mantra.

The waters of the Luo River began to boil and bubble.

Blazing air began to surge in all directions.

A lotus flower made of golden-orange dancing flames rises from the water, exuding a palpitating energy.

If it weren't for the strong men from the Praetorian Guard who built a spell barrier around the ring in advance, I'm afraid that the crowd of onlookers would have been swallowed up by this terrible heat.

"It turns out that this monk can also play with fire!" Gu Xu commented lightly in his heart.

Then he was not in a hurry, and pointed forward with the "Thrilling Pen".

(change first, then change)

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Exegesis:

(1) Song Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi";

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