Yang Xiao saw that the old Taoist asked the two disciples to go out to find someone, thinking that he could come back to live, so he jumped out of the nest and followed behind the two disciples. At the moment, what he cared about most was information, and there was so little information available, especially information about cultivation.

But the two disciples didn't have the idea of finding someone at all, they pretended to go down the mountain, didn't go far before they made a turn, went straight to a hidden cave in the back mountain, and began to meditate and cultivate.

Seeing them like this, Yang Xiao couldn't help but admire the spirituality of these two people, compared with the stunned disciple and the nasty disciple, these two people were more like normal monks.

With those two people in front of him, Yang Xiao moved the place of Qi practice to a treetop near the point where the two of them were meditating, and he couldn't break through the Yin Fu Gong for a long time, so he wanted to get information about cultivation from the daily conversation between the two people.

……

However, it turned out that Yang Xiao thought too much, these two people are people who are few words, and they still have a tacit understanding with each other, many things can be known with just one look, and the verbal communication is very rare, even if there is, it is related to daily life, and they don't mention cultivation.

Another month has passed, and Yang Xiao still hasn't been able to break through the most basic enlightenment level, at most he can only feel the qi, but he can't let this qi be used for his own purposes.

The ineffective cultivation day after day made Yang Xiao somewhat unbearable, he firmly believed that if he did it right, it would definitely have an effect, and there must be something wrong, but he didn't know what went wrong.

It would be nice if someone could point me in.

That night, Yang Xiao, who had finished a day's practice, thought very bitterly, as an owl, it was really not easy to practice, if he couldn't break through the simplest level of qi cultivation in his life, then an owl wouldn't have many years to live.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the gray mist he had dreamed of that night.

In the gray mist, he could communicate with his divine thoughts, and there were countless immortals in the gray mist, and the mist immortals even casually chanted a mantra that was enough for him to hide from all the mountain spirits and wild monsters he had encountered so far.

If he can get the guidance of the misty immortal, can he practice a thousand miles in a day?

There are endless temptations in his life, Yang Xiao still doesn't know why he will enter the gray mist, but he feels that this feeling of a blind man touching an elephant is extremely tormenting, as long as he can get some guidance, even if he takes the risk of going to the gray mist, it is worth it.

In case there is really any danger...

It should also be possible to wake up not.

Thoughts swirled in Yang Xiao's mind.

It's just that...

How do you get into that gray mist?

Isn't there anything special about it?

Yang Xiao thought about it, and felt that his eyelids were a little heavy.

As long as you can get a little pointer...

A little pointing...

Point...

Some kind of scorching heat startled him, and his body shook, and he woke up from that half-dream.

……

Just when he was about to wake up, Yang Xiao was a little excited. But when he woke up, the excitement turned into a deep confusion.

He didn't see a thick gray mist that couldn't be dissolved, like he had last time.

In front of you is an endless stretch of yellow sand, rolling sand dunes that stretch into the endless sky, and the sun in the sky is dazzling. The bright, hot sunlight shone on the ground, causing the temperature of his body to rise gradually.

Wait a minute?

Body?

Yang Xiao looked at himself in surprise, he still remembered that he was a owl before he fell asleep, but at this moment he was not a owl, his palm was dry and cracked, but it was a complete stone.

Among them, there was a gravel of gravel that fell at his feet, and his feet were also completely stone, and there were cracks in them, as if he had been standing in the sand for an unknown amount of time.

Rustle...

A dung beetle pushes the dung ball, crawls slowly past his feet, climbs to the top of the dune, and then gurgles down with the dung ball.

Looking along the falling dung ball, Yang Xiao saw countless broken stone statues standing in rows in the whistling wind and sand, the stone statues hung their heads with long ears and broad faces, and their treasures were solemn.

It turned out to be all Buddha statues.

Yang Xiao subconsciously took a step and walked rustling in the yellow sand. The body of the stone statue walked slowly, and it took a while for it to reach a Buddha statue.

I don't know if the Buddha statue had been eaten by something for too long, the stone body was full of pitted cracks, the head and arms were gone, the toes were gone, and only a bare pole stood bare in the whistling sand.

Yang Xiao saw this scene, and he didn't know what to say, the sunlight in the sky was extremely dazzling, and the ground was almost smoking.

He looked at the endless desert and the Buddha statue, and wanted to send out a divine thought like last time, but he couldn't send it out at all, let alone a divine thought, but this time he couldn't even speak, and the mouth of the stone statue did not have the function of speaking.

Where is this?

Yang Xiao felt a little uneasy in his heart, he only felt that he was immersed in the intense unknown, and he could only walk endlessly in the yellow sand.

Be quiet.

Empty.

Lonely.

The howling winds and the ruined Buddha statues hidden by the yellow sand are all there is to this place.

I don't know how long I walked, but the temperature in the sky became higher and higher.

The heat distorted the air, and the Buddha statues in the distance melted almost like ripples of water. At this time, Yang Xiao saw a round of treasure brakes appear in the sky in front of him.

It is in the sky, disappearing from time to time, and there seem to be people in it who are moving, talking, and sitting on lotuses. Streamers flew in the temple, and the flying ribbons were full of scriptures.

It's just that the treasure temple looms, obviously very big but extremely far away, and it is completely impossible to tell whether it is a mirage or something else.

This is completely different from what Yang Xiao expected.

Who will guide him in this yellow sand, in vain, the more confused he becomes.

Forget it, let's go back.

Yang Xiao thought to himself, there is not even a living person in this ghost place, how can he solve his confusion.

Just thinking about it, there was a creaking sound from the bottom of the dense mirage.

The creaking was so faint, but it was so unusual, Yang Xiao was slightly stunned, and then followed the creaking sound.

After bypassing two badly damaged Buddha statues, he saw a sand cave in the middle of the desolate desert with a relatively intact Buddha statue standing in the sand cave.

It's just that at the foot of the Buddha statue, there is a small figure lying on his stomach, and the figure is about the size of the toes of the giant Buddha statue, and he is lying on the Buddha's feet, squirming like a mouse.

The creaking sound came from the mouth of the little figure.

After walking for all these times and finally seeing a figure, Yang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and had no idea of giving up for the time being, he followed the voice to the figure and looked down at him.

This is a yellow-faced and skinny boy, who is lying on the Buddha's feet, carefully gnawing on the toes of the Buddha statue. The toes of the stone had been gnawed and pitted out of shape.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao felt a little absurd in his heart, he thought of the pieces of damaged Buddha statues he saw when he came, could it be that those Buddha statues were gnawed off by this boy?

What exactly is this doing?

What's the point?

……

He watched the boy gnaw little by little, and the boy gnawed and gnawed, and suddenly stopped moving. It turned out that Yang Xiao's appearance suddenly blocked the dazzling sunlight and left a small shadow on him.

The boy turned his head a little and saw Yang Xiao standing on the sand.

The two looked at each other, and the boy was wearing two pigtails, his face was wrinkled, and several layers of skin had been sunburned, his face was dry, and his lips were cracked. The teeth under the lips were sparse and sharp, and I don't know if they were gnawed on stones or if they were born like this.

I don't know how long I looked at each other.

Suddenly, the boy was startled, covered his face and retreated frantically, rolling and crawling back in the gravel, as if he were like a ghost.

Yang Xiao looked at him silently, he had ten thousand kinds of confusion in his heart, but none of these confusions could be appealed to, because he couldn't speak at all.

The boy stepped back for a while, he thought of something again, and rushed back with a rolling belt, hugged Yang Xiao's thigh and cried bitterly: "World Venerable! Is it the World-Honored One? Is Shizun back!? ”

The wail pierced far and wide in the wind, causing countless echoes in the sand caves.

The dazzling sun, the yellow sand in the sky, the crying boy.

Yang Xiao only felt that this scene was indescribably grotesque, and he didn't know what to say or how to speak.

The boy howled for a while, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly put his hand into his throat and buckled it, and after retching, he actually pulled out a broken index finger from his throat, which was dry and black, as if it had been pouted from a dry corpse in the desert and soaked in preservatives for an unknown amount of time.

Yang Xiao took a step back behind the wind and sand.

But the boy held his finger in front of Yang Xiao like a treasure, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I forgot... The World-Honored One doesn't speak... World-honored, world-honored, this, this is what I have prepared for you, hoho..."

The boy held the boy in his hand, let out a grotesque laugh, and bared his teeth.

Yang Xiao is incredible.

World-honored?

Who is the World-Honored One?

As soon as the thought arose, the severed finger that the boy spat out suddenly moved on its own.

It went from the child's hand to the ground like a worm, and stood on the ground and wrote a row of words.

"World-honored, who is World-Honored?"

The boy looked at the row of words on the ground and froze.

After a moment's pause, he suddenly threw up his head and laughed.

"It's not the World-Honored One... It's not the World-Honored One... I forgot... I forgot... The Lord is dead... The Lord is dead... ..... He laughed wildly, and in the midst of the wild laughter, he twisted his neck, and the whites of his eyes bulged violently: "The end of the law is coming, the end of the law has come.....

The laughter echoed through the sand caves.

Yang Xiao was both uneasy and frightened, this scene was really weird, and that finger could actually write what he thought in his heart on the ground.

Incredible.....

"It's incredible, you're laughing so crazy, it's scary, I'm leaving." Fingers immediately brushed the floor to write down a line of words, extremely fast.

Yang Xiao was shocked.

These words were just in his heart, but he didn't want to say them at all, but this finger turned out to be...??

"I'm sorry I just said what I was thinking, and I didn't want you to know." The finger continued to write on the ground.