At this moment, for Chu Yunting, there were countless thorns and barren grasses around, the glowing ghost fire flickered non-stop, and even the intermittent fox chirping could be heard, which was completely different from the way he came.

After walking thousands of steps in a row, I turned back to find that I was still in the same place.

I remember that when the old man was there just now, it was clearly a moon and stars, but now, there was even a round of blood moon in the entire sky, and the meaning of blood was densely falling from the sky!

Could it be that the demon of the Demon Gate has appeared?

"No! it should be the butler who made a move! He didn't use ghosts, but he used a more clever array of confusion, and I was like a ghost hitting a wall here!"

"It's just that this kind of method requires a great deal of spirit and a great price, and the other party has such a decision, it seems that he has to kill me!"

"This array of confusion, I must find a way to escape from it!"

A chill flickered in his eyes.

Then, he made a decision without hesitation, and followed the glimmer of light in his body in the direction of the old man in his memory.

According to the old man, he read to the bones, although there is no literary qi in his body, but there is a clear light of yang energy, which can stop the evil energy, and the direction he senses in the dark should be the weakest place of the evil qi, which is his only way out.

At this moment, he slowly discovered that the blood moon in the sky was getting thicker and thicker, and the corrosive force was getting stronger and stronger, and his already somewhat shabby clothes began to decay, and the book in his arms was also rotten to pieces.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the ability to never forget, and had just read it roughly, otherwise this extraordinary method of breathing and breathing would have turned into ashes at once.

"What a vicious method!" Chu Yunting's eyes flickered with more and more coldness, and his pace was faster.

At the same time, he also began to perform the breathing and breathing method that the old man had just taught him.

He is intelligent by nature and never forgets, and this way of breathing is not complicated, he just needs to keep his mind clear, and he quickly mastered it, as if he was much lighter when walking.

As the old man said, this exercise is better than stability, but it takes many years to be effective.

Under such circumstances, I don't know how long he walked, his physical body was tired to the limit after all, and his spirit was already in a trance.

Even the sound of ghosts whistling was heard, one after another.

It was as if if he could take one step further, and his body would be devoured by these monsters.

"If you go further, it should be Shengmen, and the other party is actually ambushing a large number of ghosts here!" Chu Yunting's brows froze suddenly, knowing that he was in a crisis-ridden situation.

"There's no way back, fight!"

He took a stride forward!

Just at this moment, a unique wind chime suddenly sounded in the distance, and the sound was pleasant.

This wind chime was completely different from the aura of the entire formation that had sealed him, as if it was an oasis in the desert.

It seems to be the only exit from the array of confusion.

As soon as the voice came out, all the voices of the ghosts were gone.

He couldn't help but perk up and walked towards the sound of the wind chimes.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped into a strange place, and the evil aura around him was dispelled at once.

Between the whole heaven and earth, a white expanse, only one ancient house, exuding warm lights, there are many wind chimes swinging on the ancient house, and the ancient house door is written with the word "Bu", and there is a line of small words written next to it: "Those who are destined can come here".

In front of the ancient house, there are many red-faced girls and white-haired old women crowding and queuing.

They were all human heads and demon tails, and they all held all kinds of swords and coins in their hands, and their eyes were full of sincerity and pleading, as if they had pinned their life's hopes on that ancient house.

However, they did not exchange a word with each other, but prayed sincerely.

This kind of scene is extremely realistic, and it has completely exceeded the limits of the phantom array.

At the same time, Chu Yunting's heart was full of surprise.

For him, he can never forget, so even in various bookstalls, he has turned over all the books in them and memorized them all.

In the bookshelf, the most are the books of those talented and beautiful people, foxes, demons and ghosts, as well as those books that have traveled through the mountains and seas.

But I've never heard of such a place.

Where is the fate of divination in the land of ghosts?

Ghosts also trust divination?

However, Chu Yunting did not believe in God, nor did he believe in fate. After losing his mother at the age of six, he struggled in the family and was bullied, even if his brother Ni Wall was not allowed in the family, but if he hadn't had a fearless spirit and perseverance, and at the same time made a look of indisputability, I am afraid that he would have died in the family infighting.

What's more, he is arrogant by nature, and believes that I am born to be useful, so why do I need the protection of the gods, why do I need divination and guidance?

Better do it than wish it done.

However, the aroma of this place is strong, the purple air is soaring, and it can actually isolate the outside formation, as if it is a space of its own, which makes Chu Yunting can't help but feel a little curious, what is this place that can let himself come in unintentionally?

In this case, the line quickly lined up for him.

There was a secret room in the house, with a curtain hanging on it, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

In front of the curtain, there is a large incense tripod and a futon.

At the same time, the surrounding green lanterns, wooden fish, incense burners, and merit boxes were all placed in an orderly manner, and one hundred and eight candles were shining brightly.

There was also a witch in the shadow beside him, who looked like an old Mai Long Zhong, and said to him in a low voice: "Just recite the content of the divination you want to take to heart, and then put incense." ”

When the witch had finished speaking, her eyes were in the air, her mouth open and closed, as if she had been praying for others, but she could not hear what words she was saying.

The whole room is small, but it has a solemn feeling.

"The content of the divination?"

Chu Yunting noticed that this witch was not much different from the usual street stalls, and her temperament was not outstanding, so he was slightly disappointed in his heart and shook his head.

After that, he didn't put coins in the merit box, he didn't ask for anything in his heart, and he just put incense on his hands.

He had read the history books of the previous dynasties, and said that in a college examination, there was a talented man on the list, who was at the bottom of the list, and when he filled in the draft list, the candle was blown out by the yin wind several times, and then he changed someone else's paper so that it was not blown. As a result, he took the exam again the following year, but this talent was at the top of the list. It is said that it was because of this year that this talented man made great merits and changed his fate again.

Therefore, Chu Yunting believes that the talents of heaven and earth, even if the number of lives is limited, but the matter is man-made, and he can change his life against the sky after all.

After such a pause, he finished offering incense, and after a while, the curtain was windless, and a piece of paper fell to the ground.

Picking up this piece of paper, Chu Yunting noticed that there were no words on it, but it was a painting.

There are palaces and pavilions in the painting, there is a rockery next to it, there is an ancient well in it, the strange rocks next to it are craggy, and the thorns are thick, but there is a crystal pearl in the thorns, and there seems to be thunderclouds in the sky, and the thunder and lightning are about to split the bead.

The beads, crystal clear, like the Wenyun beads recorded in the classics, were deep and bright, even like the eyes of his mother in his dreams, shaking his heart.

This is exactly the Wen Yunzhu he dreamed of!