Chapter 310 Lies
After Li Chuan finished speaking, his originally uncertain heart suddenly became certain.
The sky is darkening and the wind is picking up.
Only the section of sky near the top of the mountain still retains a faint light, but it is also gradually folding. The boat stopped in the half-light and shadow.
The noisy wind blew on him with a strange rhythm.
He listened carefully, then stared at the boat ahead, taking the first step, then the second step and the third step to the rhythm. Finally, after he completely settled into the rhythm, he was no longer ignorant and unaware. He could still see the boat until he kept approaching the direction of the boat.
He seemed to see many white light spots between him and the boat, and every step he took was stepping on those light spots.
When Li Chuan walked out of a road again, Wen Guying and Luo Xueri followed him.
Wen Guying looked towards the dim light on the top of the mountain and said, "There are two more fractures ahead."
"Can you feel it?" Luo Xueli asked.
"Yes, after all we have fought so many times." Wen Guying answered.
“Can’t you walk through?” Luo Xueli asked.
"The light is going to disappear." Wen Guying answered.
The last ray of red-gold light disappeared into the darkness.
The light spot in Li Chuan's eyes disappeared, along with the boat he had been staring at, the sound of the wind, the surrounding cedar rocks, and the ice and snow under his feet.
It was as if a beautiful painting had been sunk into thick black ink, and all the patterns, colors and lines suddenly lost their meaning.
His thoughts began to disappear.
At this time, the red sword light fell from the sky, illuminating a small piece of heaven and earth in the darkness, but the sky and earth were completely blank, with only two thrilling cracks lying across it.
Li Chuan stood on the edge of one of them.
“After seeing the ancient immortal’s illusion skills today, I realized that the nightmare skills that I am so proud of are just trivial things to mention.” Luo Xueli threw the dice in his hand, picked them up again, and said: "Friend Daoist Wen, do you want to have a sweet dream?"
"Please let me take a look." Wen Guying said.
Under the red sword light, lines gradually appeared on the blank drawing paper. Some complicated and disordered lines cover up the cracks. Among the disordered lines, there are soil, gravel, grass, snow, wind, sky, and a boat parked on the top of the mountain.
Everything in the mural has been restored, except that everything is covered with red light.
Li Chuan can move again.
He saw the boat, and then flashing points of light.
He walked on.
This road was so peaceful and smooth. If I had known I should have walked this way from the beginning, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time on the break. Li Chuan thought this while walking, and his thoughts gradually began to flow.
He walked to the side of the boat. When he turned back, he saw the sword parked in mid-air. The light of the ruby shone on him, blinding him.
“Get on the boat.” Wen Guying said.
Li Chuan stepped into the boat.
"Go." Luo Xueli patted Gong Er, "Go to your big brother."
Gong Er didn't notice anything was wrong, raised his wings, and flew into the boat with Pang San.
But Li Chuan understood what they meant, and he said, "Why don't you come up?"
"Once we get on the boat, the boat can't get out. What you see now Everything is Brother Xueli's illusion under the sword light," Wen Guying said.
Then, Li Chuan saw water waves appearing on the bottom of the boat, and the boat sailed towards the edge of the illusion.
When Li Chuan was about to say something, Wen Guying's voice came to his ears again, "After you left Shenxia Island, you went back to the past. Remember, you must advise me not to come to this ghost island."
< br>Back to the past...
Li Chuan still felt something was wrong, but at this time the boat had sailed out of the lake, and his eyes suddenly became bright, and he saw a beam of light.
......
After watching the boat disappear, Wen Guying stretched out his hand, and the sword flew back into his hand.
The gemstone on the sword's hilt still shines brightly.
He said: "It is indeed a beautiful dream."
Luo Xueli said: "You should wake up from your dream."
Wen Guying still looked ahead, Everything weaved was quickly disappearing into the darkness, and he said: "So, I also want to invite fellow Taoist Luo to watch a good show."
"Please let me have a look." Luo Xueli said.
...
Li Chuan, who returned to the hall, suddenly lost all his strength and fell to the ground.
"Brother, there is also a boat here. Can we leave here on this boat?" Gong Er's voice came from not far away.
Li Chuan turned his head and saw a small boat parked in front of the dark mural. A door opened in the direction the bow of the boat faced. Behind the door, there seemed to be continuous lotus leaves and microwaves. The rippling lake surface.
Seeing that Li Chuan didn’t respond, Gong Er ran over, jumped on Li Chuan’s knees, and shouted: “Brother, big brother? What’s wrong with you? We need to get out quickly.”
"Yeah." Li Chuan tried his best to stand up. He looked at the dark mural and saw that it was smooth, as if that was the original texture.
"Brother, when we go out, we will go back to the past." Gong Er seemed to see Li Chuan's concerns and persuaded: "If we can't convince Senior Brother Wen by then, , then we will find a way to tie him up, and I will blow dandelions at him all the time to make him sleep."
Pang San was more practical than Gong Er. He said: "When the time comes, brother. Just don’t lead the way.”
“Yes, as long as you go back to the past, everything can be done again,” Li Chuan whispered. He walked to the boat and was about to step in. For some reason, he looked back at the dark mural.
There seemed to be a red light flashing.
Li Chuan stopped.
“Brother?” The male, two and three others shouted.
Li Chuan retracted his leg and said: "Going back to the past, not everything can be changed." Lao Xiaokai couldn't even see his uncle again, so how could I change the two things? The fate of a monk."
"But Master Wen said..." Gong Er said.
"It's just so that I can deceive myself and get out of here." Li Chuan looked at the dark mural and the occasional flash of red light. His comrades were still fighting, and he couldn't escape.
He said: "I have some ideas in my mind. I want to give it a try again, and I am somewhat sure. If something happens here again, I won't be able to protect you. You should leave first. Go back and give it a try. Try, tell Wen Shen not to come to this damn place.”
“We won’t leave until brother leaves,” Gong Er said.
The other three also said: "Brother, we can't drive you away."
"Then it's up to you." Li Chuan stopped persuading and turned around, looking in the direction of the light beam. , at this time he found that the posture of Butterfly Spirit had changed. When he had stared at it before, the wings had been spread out, but now they were folded in.
The opening and closing of the wings is the beginning and end of the mural.
Li Chuan walked over and got very close to the light pillar, with water-like light flowing in his pupils.
He Li Chuan is just a mediocre person. In his previous life, he had done a lot of shitty things; in this life, he was very lucky and had a little fame. He was bound by this fame and became a serious person.
No matter what his life, he would never do anything that would keep him awake at night.
Plop, plop.
His heartbeat, his breathing, every finger, and every hair of his hair were vibrating with a strange rhythm. This time he didn't resist at all, and integrated his body and mind into the rhythm. In that rhythm, he felt that he was being pulled into a vortex. There were many light spots in the vortex, like stars, constantly flowing.
Flowing with that strange rhythm.
Li Chuan is also on the move.
He suddenly realized that Butterfly Spirit relied on this rhythm to control these light spots, control the murals, and control everything on Shenxia Island.
That’s why he kept hearing this rhythm. So he can only find his way out when he steps on these rhythms.
While he was sinking into the rhythm before, he would lose consciousness. At that time, was he controlling his body, or was something else controlling him, tempting him to completely sink into the rhythm.
Li Chuan stared at these light spots. Gradually, the flow of light spots slowed down. As time passed, all the light spots returned to their positions and became still.
He also calmed down and stopped in front of the radiant butterfly spirit. At this time, their sizes changed. He was like a small light spot, and the butterfly spirit was like a giant beast.
He saw the butterfly spirit spreading its wings toward him, and the wings on both sides wrapped around him. He felt something cold pouring into his body with a strange rhythm.
Surge.
It's surge. Li Chuan finally understood that it was a surge. This strange rhythm also caused a surge. At this moment, the butterfly spirit would use this surge to leave the confinement of the light pillar rune and parasitize into his soul.
Li Chuan wanted to get the Tianyin Pot, but he had completely integrated into the rhythm and his body no longer belonged to him.
Little mouse?
Li Chuan called Little Mouse three times in his heart, but there was no response. What about the agreement that no one will enter his sea of consciousness? He smiled bitterly, and then began to trace the surging patterns in his mind one stroke at a time.
He wanted to break this rhythm, he thought so, and so he did.
This is already the case, he has plenty of patience and time. As long as he is not allowed to guess those mysterious and mysterious Zen ideas, he can lay bricks for a lifetime.
At the beginning, each of his strokes was brought into a strange rhythm, but one stroke after another, suddenly one stroke stood out, and in the harmonious rhythm, a sharp sound was made. Unpleasant noise?
After that sound, Li Chuan felt the butterfly spirit holding his wings loosen a little.
It was useful, he refreshed, he continued to trace one stroke after another, and continued to make more noises. He was very accustomed to noises, rumbling, tearing, and tearing. These noises only made him focus more.
I don’t know how long it took before he felt his body.
Then he got the Tianyin Pot.
Squeak.
The gentle and gentle sound of the pot sounded, flowing over the pattern he had traced thousands of times, echoing throughout the hall.
My chest suddenly felt hot, and the "Pattern Sutra" flew out from his chest and stopped in his mid-air, with the pages flipping.
Li Chuan felt a blazing light sweep from the top of his head down to his whole body. Every bone and every inch of flesh and blood was illuminated.
He looked at the butterfly spirit in the beam of light with indifferent eyes.
He seemed omniscient and omnipotent at this time.
(End of this chapter)