Chapter 202 Looks Familiar
Gong Er and Pang San quickly moved Li Chuan out.
The autumn sunshine is very dry. It shines on the body and makes all kinds of dark thoughts go away.
Li Chuan lay down and stared at the sun for a while. He did not enter a mysterious state, but simply watched. He has tried it many times in the past few days. After entering a mysterious state, he will come out of it soon after closing his eyes; when he closes his eyes, he cannot concentrate at all.
His vision was blurred in the sunlight, he exhaled a breath, and then closed his eyes.
Just like every time before, the twisted earthworms fell clattering down, and soon spread a thick layer on his body, as if endless.
Skin tingling. asphyxia.
Li Chuan held back this time and did not open his eyes.
This time he was infected by Taoism. There was no movement in the "Pattern Sutra" and the little mouse did not come out. The former was his biggest life-saving trump card, while the latter tied him to life and death. Is it because there is nothing unusual about him and he is just scaring himself, everything is just an illusion, or is it because this ‘Taoist intention’ also transcends their judgment?
His body was completely submerged in the twisting words. They went in and out of his hair, and penetrated into his body from his ears and nose. They were cold and slippery, and they were still trying to get into his eyes and mouth.
His breathing was blocked, and his chest became heavier and heavier. He heard his heartbeat, each beat slower than the last, as if he was stuck. His limbs were tightly twisted, and the blood flow was getting slower and slower.
Thousands of twisted words, the mouth wide open, biting his flesh and blood, the sound of chewing, gnawing on bones, and the sound of sucking brains tugged in the ears.
He is going to die.
He knew that as long as he opened his eyes, all this would disappear. He might be weaker, he might vomit until his eyes were filled with stars, and his bones might hurt all over his body, and it would hurt whenever he moved.
But as soon as you open your eyes, it will be over.
Layers of words covered his face.
It’s just that he doesn’t intend to end it.
Even if he opens his eyes and ends this, what about next time? How many days can he last without sleeping or closing his eyes? When he really has no strength at all, he will always close his eyes.
That may be when everything really ends.
But he is alive at this time, and he wants to take a closer look while he is still alive to see what these broken words can do to him!
If you want to see him die in the end, then he will die. If he hadn't died, at worst he would have been dreaming and watching horror movies every day.
His sight seemed to break free from the shackles of his body, rising up to the highest and farthest place. In the misty line, a pillar can be vaguely seen. And these twisted words peeled off from the light pillar, like layers of veils being lifted, twisted and scattered, and finally fell on him with a crackle.
He has been built into a small mound, and all he needs is a wooden sign.
After taking my eyes away from my body, the stinging, itching, and sticky crawling sensations all disappeared.
The light beam also stopped peeling off.
So he looked at the words, read them one by one, and remembered them in his heart. He found that when he stared at a single word, the word stopped twisting, and when he looked away, it immediately started twisting again.
After reading hundreds of words, he suddenly saw a familiar word, as if he had seen it before. He rummaged through the pile of words and found the same word.
He found that after the words stopped twisting around, they became very repetitive. After thinking for a while, he looked at it carefully and slowly. Suddenly, the field of vision brightened, and a ray of light came in.
In the courtyard, Gong Er asked Wen Guying quietly and nervously: "Brother Wen, is the eldest brother asleep?" Li Chuan on the recliner was bathed in the sun, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was weak but still Calm and calm.
Wen Guying stretched out his hand to check and said: "I'm not asleep."
Gong Er's voice immediately became sharper and said: "Brother is unconscious..." His throat suddenly tightened and he could not speak. .
Looking up, he saw Wen Guying shaking his finger and saying, "Brother Li is at a critical moment. Don't disturb him." After saying that, he made a move and laid down a Layer ban.
Gong Er was silent for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Would it be faster if we send my eldest brother directly to Qingzong for treatment?"
"No," Wen Guyingye said He answered him softly and said: "Xianzhou can't go anywhere. There are layers of restrictions outside Qingzong. All monks who are not Qingzong have to go. Your eldest brother's current body cannot bear it. Other sects Most of them are too. As for the Four Gods Palace, neither Gong Wuguang nor I can see the problem, and other people in the Four Gods Palace probably can’t see it either, so it’s useless to go there.”
"I'll carry big brother over there." Pang San said.
Wen Guying glanced at the other three, and then comforted them and said: "Although I have no clue and nothing to do about Brother Li's illness, I will definitely save Brother Li's life, or at least his soul. "
After finishing speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked back. Gong Wuguang was standing by the door. He nodded to Wen Guying and walked in. After standing next to Li Chuan for a while, he looked carefully and asked: "How long has he been like this?"
Wen Guying replied: "Less than half an hour."
Gong Wu Guang said: "Ah Rong went to Chang Xiao and brought back the roll of paper. I studied it carefully and found something."
"Have you seen the words above?" Wen Guying asked.
Gong Wuguang shook his head, and then said: "You know, I have a very good relationship with Mingheng. He has taken a completely different path from Li Chuan, but after all, they are both heirs of the Classic of Patterns."< br>
He expressed his opinion and said: "The Taoist meaning contained in these words may have resonated with the power of "The Classic of Patterns", which caused him to become like this."
< br>After hearing this, Wen Guying felt somewhat convinced. So he asked: "Then how long will he be in this state?"
"I don't know either." Gong Wuguang said, "My judgment is that he needs to digest this Taoist spirit before he can wake up. . He knows nothing about the method of cultivation, so this process must be extremely dangerous. If he is not careful, his spirit will be dispersed."
"Is there anything you can do?" Wen Guying asked.
Gong Wuguang shook his head again and said, "I'm just guessing."
Wisps of light fell on the pile of words, and Li Chuan also lit up when he saw the words. , he still watched carefully, observing their every trajectory and every twisting node, his mind completely sinking into it.
Then after a ripple surge, the world opened up in his field of vision.
Those twisting piles of words suddenly dispersed, leaving only a few hundred words laid out in front of him, and then slowly they showed a structure of interlaced dots and horizontal lines.
Li Chuan looked at it and suddenly felt that these structures looked familiar.
Butterfly Spirit.
The butterfly spirit that he can't cut off no matter how much he cuts has a similar structure.
(End of this chapter)