Dizzy.

Tingling eyelids.

Chen Fusheng opened his eyes with difficulty from the uncomfortable feeling of headache and nausea.

His vision was half gray and half black, and his vision was blurred.

"Where is this?"

"Didn't I fall asleep in my dorm room at school? Why is it so uncomfortable? It's like a strong hangover......

Chen Fusheng struggled to sit up, every movement was difficult.

As if this body does not belong to him, it is particularly sluggish.

Well?

I felt that my palms were on the ground, and what I touched was actually mud and sand.

It's not the soft sheets of the bed in the bedroom.

Chen Fusheng was shocked.

The sight of mottled, cluttered, fragmented scenes began to unfold.

At the same time, a tidal wave of memories rolled in my mind like a silver bottle, gradually appearing.

"Eastern Tang Land?"

"Xuwuzhou?"

"Baoqi Town?"

I, I'm crossing over?...... Chen Fusheng was immediately stunned.

Chen Fusheng, who had received a large number of memories and was completely sure that he was not imaginary, but had really traveled to another world, couldn't help but rub his eyes speechlessly.

When I opened my eyes again, my vision was still half gray and half black, and my vision was blurred.

He's really blind......

The original owner, Chen Fusheng, was an abandoned baby in the mountains, rescued by an old Taoist priest in the traveling party, raised and raised him, and practiced martial arts and swordsmanship and spell divination since he was a child, and was eighteen years old this year.

Because of the eye injury when he was young, his vision was very poor.

But fortunately, he is not completely blind, half-blind and half-blind, and can make a living.

Chen Fusheng looked at himself slowly, wearing a plain blue sermon robe washed white, gray socks and thick-soled cloth shoes, and ordinary Taoist clothes.

At his feet are old rucksacks made of animal skins.

An iron sword in a rudimentary leather sheath.

Next to the iron sword, the deep pestle in the soil is a fortune-telling flag.

The hexagram flags are quite well made, and they should be the only ones that can be used.

The red copper banner pole is inlaid with silver wire in the middle of the talisman spell pattern, and the energetic thin leather banner cloth is erected upward.

The left side of the banner is written: "Divination of auspicious evil";

The right side of the banner is written: "Ask the gods to ask the immortals";

The handwriting dragon and phoenix dance, the momentum is extraordinary, and there is a majesty of the way.

This is written by Chen Fusheng's master, the old Taoist, and it is also the most skilled.

Other than that, there is nothing else around.

Dreariness.

Shabby.

Chen Fusheng took a breath of cold air, unable to calm down.

This is not the crossing I wanted...... My studies, my points, my phone, my games, and my girlfriends......

I remember that in my dormitory, I was reading a little book on the magic of the arts, and then I fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up, I traveled here......

So is my crossing related to that little book of strange arts?

Chen Fusheng sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning and thinking, imagining whether he could wear it back again.

What he is in at the moment is a dilapidated and decaying land temple.

The temple is barren and grassy, and the mud is filthy all over the ground. There are potholes everywhere, the walls are falling, and the ruins and windows are broken. I don't know how many years no one has come, desolate and lonely.

It was late autumn, the night was falling, and the inside and outside of the temple were pitch black.

There was only a pile of dry firewood, crackling and burning around Chen Fusheng.

The fire is leaping, and the surrounding lights are flickering and dark, and the shadows are full of shadows.

Occasionally, the wind whined in through the broken window, stirring the dust on the ground, and sprinkled it with a sea of dust. In the swirling dust, it seems to patchwork together countless strange patterns.

Burst~~

A few sparks exploded in the fire, interrupting Chen Fusheng's thoughts.

At this very moment.

On the cloth of the hexagram flag, it flutters like water waves.

There was a creaking noise on the copper flag.

"Floating, hungry ......"

A low, intermittent, aging voice came into Chen Fusheng's ears.

Chen Fusheng was shocked.

But in an instant, he took another breath and regained his composure.

"Master!" Chen Fusheng settled down and saluted the flag.

"There's still some blood in the backpack...... You feed some ...... to the teacher."

The ghostly sound of aging fluttered again, lingering in Chen Fusheng's ears.

"Okay, Master, wait a minute. ”

Chen Fusheng turned around and pulled over the rucksack, ready to turn over the sealed clay pot inside the rucksack.

The old Taoist priest Jiang Botong died more than a month ago. But he used the lost secret spell of the Dao Gate to imprison a wisp of his soul in the hexagram flag.

At this time, the state is like a ghost but not a ghost, like a soul is not a soul, and consciousness can be retained.

However, such an act is very dangerous.

If there is a slight mistake, it will end up with a miserable end that will never be reborn and sink into a lonely soul.

It's just because the old Taoist priest is originally from Baoqi Town, and he wants to return to his roots.

Taking this risk is also to trust Chen Fusheng's ability to bring him back to his hometown.

It is a long time to return home, and if you want to ensure that your soul does not disperse all the way, you can only continue by using fresh beast blood and nourishing its essence and blood.

Chen Fusheng sighed at the master's persistence, rummaged through the hand of the backpack, but slammed it abruptly.

Huh, what about the sealed clay pot?

Obviously, when I entered the land temple to rest, I also paid attention to it, and it was indeed in the backpack, and it was impossible to miss it.

Chen Fusheng's half-blind eyes suddenly shrank!

Faintly, next to the rucksack, on the dust on the ground, a line of claw-shaped footprints snaked out and went to the outside of the temple.

Could it be that I was just asleep and an inexplicable beast came in and stole the sealed clay pot in my backpack?

"Floating Life...... What happened?" Jiang Botong's voice asked suspiciously.

The soul of the old Taoist priest was imprisoned in the hexagram flag, so he didn't know what was happening outside. And except for Chen Fusheng, others didn't know that there was movement on the hexagram flag.

"Master, it seems that a wild beast has infiltrated and stolen the clay pot. ”

Chen Fusheng whispered, then lifted the iron sword at his feet and stood up.

"Well, just go and see...... Act carefully......" Jiang Botong said in a deep voice, falling into silence.

"Got it, Master. ”

Chen Fusheng raised his sword and saluted, turned his head to identify the direction outside the temple, and walked away.

The so-called art masters are bold, and they are all kinds of wild beasts, and they are fearless!

When Chen Fusheng was five years old, he practiced martial arts and swordsmanship under the guidance of Jiang Botong. He also practiced Taoism, divination and hexagrams, and had a small success after thirteen years of training.

When I came to the outside of the temple, the evening breeze was blowing.

The dead leaves are floating, and the fields are cold and desolate.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, although it is covered in night, but the moonlight is not dark, and the surrounding scenery is faintly visible.

Chen Fusheng turned his head, but saw that under the broken eaves outside the temple, there was a rotten jar.

Inside the tank is the rain that has recently been received, rippling with light.

Faintly reflected on the surface of the water, Chen Fusheng looked at his appearance.

The facial features are handsome, the black hair is combed, and the image is extraordinary. Although he is slightly young and immature, he is full of heroism between his eyebrows and eyes, revealing the temperament of experienced practice.

"Well, it's not as good as my original appearance, but it's okay. ”

Chen Fusheng nodded in satisfaction, and leaned closer to reflect again, observing his eyes.

It can be seen that there are shallow scars on the left and right eyelids. If you are not careful, it looks like the shape of lightning, as if you were born with it.

The left and right eyeballs are slightly cloudy and discolored, and at first glance it is known that it is a person with eye disease.

This is the injury suffered by the abandoned mountains and wilderness when he was a child, and it is difficult to recall the old past.

"If you want to find a way to heal in the future, it should be curable......"

Chen Fusheng thought so, and suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a vague shadow passing by on the water.

He looked up quickly, his gaze fixed.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, I really saw a strange shadow flashing next to the dead forest at the front end.

Logically speaking, with his half-blind eyesight, it is impossible for him to see so clearly. After all, it is just a shadow, and in the dark night, it is difficult for even normal people to find it.

"Don't chase after the poor, don't enter the ...... in the night forest"

Chen Fusheng frowned slightly.

Immediately, bend your fingers. The thumb buckles the middle finger, the index finger is forward, and the tail finger is behind.

This is the simplest way of divination: "Ask the past".

Suddenly, Chen Fusheng got a hexagram "benefit in the East".

After discerning the direction, Chen Fusheng held a sword in his hand and breathed quietly. Like a tanuki, it silently walked around to the side of the dry forest.

The night was dark and silent.

Between a few crooked old trees, there are cluttered rocks.

The speckled moonlight is sprinkled, which seems to be real and illusory.

Shadows swirled around the rocks.

The evening breeze whistling, and the branches and leaves rustling.

A bloody breath filled the air.

The ghostly and strange shadow crouched on the rock.

Maybe it sensed that there was someone behind him.

The strange shadow slowly turned around.

Eyeing Chen Fusheng.