Xiao Chuan only remembered that he was angry for a moment, and stepped on the broken book with his foot, but he didn't want to step on the air, as if he had fallen into a hole, but he didn't fall, and he just stood there so well, as naturally as raising his hand to open the door and entering another room.

With several such experiences, Ogawa did not feel nervous. Looking around, the space is not very large, only about thirty zhang square, with dead branches and leaves everywhere, a mess.

In the middle of the space, there is a dilapidated stone table, which has been weathered and damaged in many places, and is covered with moss. At the stone table sat an old man with a white beard, his clothes in tatters, barely covering his body, his face withered, his eyes closed, and he did not know whether he was asleep or dead.

Xiao Chuan thought for a while, walked over slowly, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello, uncle!

Xiao Chuan screamed five or six times in a row, and just as he was almost sure that the old man was dead, the old man slowly raised his head.

"There's... Something... "The old man seemed to be old and decrepit, and his speech was intermittent.

"I didn't come here by accident... I don't know how I got here..."Xiao Chuan watched the old man's reaction and said cautiously.

"How did it come... It doesn't matter... Do you know why this is the case?" said the old man, somewhat self-conscious.

Xiao Chuan shook his head obediently, but thought in his heart, "Your territory, but you asked me, you must be a little confused..."

"Because of you, because of your heartache... I don't have the desire to live... That's how it will be here!" said the old man, his thoughts as if he were drifting away.

Of course, Xiao Chuan will not approve, "What does it have to do with you here, besides, I don't want to die, I still want to get out alive!"

The old man seemed to know what Xiao Chuan was thinking, and an old face like withered bark appeared, which could barely be said to be a smiling expression.

"When your heart is full of hope and you really recognize yourself, this place will be completely different..."After the old man finished speaking, he didn't explain, and stretched out his hand to point to the stone wall in front of him.

Xiao Chuan looked in the direction of the old man's finger, and saw some handwriting on the wall, which was vague and not very clear.

Xiao Chuan carefully identified it, and it was vaguely visible that it was a "mouth" character. There is another word about three feet next to this word, which seems to be a "dagger" word. There are still a few pictures below, a few lines of small print, but Xiao Chuan didn't take a serious look at them.

"What are you doing mysterious?" Xiao Chuan thought to himself, but he didn't say it.

The old man seemed to be clear about Xiao Chuan's thoughts, and said to Xiao Chuan's back: "This is the way you go out!"

"There's a door up here, it's not like it! Or rather, if you understand this thing, you can get out!" Xiao Chuan's head swayed from side to side, look here, look there. The characters are carved on the stone wall, and there is no gap in the stone wall, not like there is a door or a passage.

Xiao Chuan couldn't see it, so he simply touched the stone wall.

"I'm still too anxious..."The old man knew that Xiao Chuan had not grasped his intentions.

Ogawa is now starting to pay attention to the graphic below and a few lines of small print to see if there are any clues to get out.

"Hey, what's going on? Isn't this the same as the graphics of the broken book, and those words?" Xiao Chuan found the problem, reached out and touched the book, but did not touch the book, and then remembered that the book had just been thrown to the ground by himself.

Xiao Chuan looked back at the old man and saw the old man supporting his head with his hands, leaning on the stone table, as if asleep.

Ogawa wandered around the space a few times, and found that everything was closed and there was no way out.

"Maybe it's the same as Brother Qianyan, but this old man is not like Brother Qianyan at all, give me a way to go..."Xiao Chuan felt that he had figured it out, so he was no longer in a hurry, and sat obediently under the stone wall, looking at the graphics and words on the stone wall.

"I know all these things, what else is there to see?" Xiao Chuan looked at it, and unconsciously mobilized the breath in his body, and began to swim in his body according to the graph. That's it, once, twice...

Xiao Chuan slowly immersed himself in it, as if he saw his own body, and the silver breath swam forward in an orderly manner, reaching an unknown place. There was a three-inch-sized baby, sitting cross-legged with his hands apart and resting on his knees. The silver breath is no longer in a flowing state, but turns into a silver mist, which is inhaled by the pores of the baby's body, spit out from the mouth, and then merges into a flowing water state, still swimming according to the usual route.

"Divine Sense!" Xiao Chuan had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, and his mind naturally reflected the word "divine consciousness". I don't see inside myself with my eyes, but I perceive it with my sense, what I see.

Xiao Chuan used his divine sense to extend outward little by little, came to the outside of the body, looked at the surrounding space, and every wrinkle on the face of the old man not far away was clearly reflected in Xiao Chuan's "eyes", and then looked closely, those wrinkles were like the ravines left by the land after the flood washed away. The dead leaves on the ground, the veins are like a huge and broken net, but the dust on it is like a boulder on a mountain, with distinct edges and corners...

"This is the so-called divine sense, it's so fun!" Xiao Chuan felt a little excited in his heart.

"What's that little thing in my body? I've practiced the Bigu Method, so it should be considered a Taoist cultivation, right? However, I'm just trying to eat less and save some money. Now, I shouldn't even have reached the first level of Dao cultivation... Could it be that it was a little monster that burrowed into my body and sucked my essence..."Xiao Chuan only felt that his mind was unstable for a while, and he woke up from his cultivation state.

"It's still not time yet!" the old man sighed inwardly.

The old man was expressionless, "You've been here for a day, let's go back!"

"Of course I want to go back, don't I know how to go!" Xiao Chuan was a little dissatisfied when he heard the old man's words, but he didn't say it.

"The road is here, but you don't have the heart to look!" the old man pointed with his hand, and saw a portal appear on the stone wall in front of him.

"Why is it like Brother Qianyan, who loves to pretend to be a ghost?" Xiao Chuan was not surprised when he saw the door in front of him.

"What do you call you, uncle?" asked Ogawa before leaving.

"It's not written on the wall!" replied the old man without looking up.

"This old man, weird and weird, would anyone have such a strange name!" Xiao Chuan felt that the old man did not want to say his name.

"Don't call me for anything!" Ogawa heard a handsome and familiar voice in his ears.

Ogawa found himself standing on the ground with his left foot leaning forward and his right leg raised, as if he was kicking forward. Hearing the handsome shout, he lost his mind and fell to the ground, his arm touched his chest, and the torn book was still in his arms.

"I had a dream, or did the book say that my cultivation went crazy..."Ogawa thought.