The poem says: The rooster crows in Hanshan Temple, and the bell rings in the night, dreaming of people.
After Long Xing came out, he looked back and saw a huge ancient bell, like a wild and strange beast, suspended on the top of the mountain in the dark night.
The dark luster reveals a layer of hazy light.
On his neck, in addition to the ancient jade pendant, there was a small dog tooth hanging on the side.
The body of the satin black dog, a small dog tooth, stayed beside the ancient jade pendant. It had a premonition that this ancient jade could not be entered because it was full of dangerous atmosphere.
Relying on its naturally sensitive sense of smell, it stayed quietly on the edge and did not try to enter the ancient jade space.
On the top of Xiaokun Mountain is an ancient temple. In the middle of the night, except for the dim firelight from the candles and incense burners on the incense table, the entire temple is asleep.
The huge ancient bell is suspended outside the back wall of the temple and is the highest peak of the mountain. A large wooden stake is quietly placed close to the big bell. At the third watch, a monk on night watch will step on the cable, knock the wooden stake out, and ring the big bell.
Long Xing stood next to the big bell, feeling its majesty and height, and sighed in his heart. How he came out of the underground palace under the big bell had no memory in his mind.
It was as if all the memories in the underground palace had dissipated like the wind. The only thing that feels different is that my strength has broken through, and the muscles in my body are full of strength.
There is also a difference in my mind. I can mobilize my mental power at any time. With this special energy, Zi Tong's observation ability is stronger.
In the night, if he wanted to, he could see everything around him clearly, including looking through walls and seeing things indoors.
Long Xing remembered the satin black dog. After he picked up the dog's tooth and dripped a drop of blood from his middle finger, his eyes turned red and he seemed to have lost his mind. In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the edge of the ancient clock, which was already behind the temple on the top of the mountain.
Climbing up and looking down, the Mo family's backyard was right at his feet. He focused his purple eyes and looked around. He saw that the Mo family's courtyard was quiet in the darkness. The rain had stopped long ago.
The bamboo leaves become clearer and greener after the rain. The uphill slope behind the rockery is close to the slope of the top of the mountain where you stand. There seems to be a secluded path here, covered by bamboo leaves and grass. The trail goes directly from the top of the mountain to the bottom. The pavilion of the backyard pond is clearly visible in the distance.
The wall near the ancient clock is mottled everywhere, and the cracks between the stone bricks are full of weeds, some withered and some green. This wall must have been exposed to wind and rain for some time.
Long Xing was curious and focused his purple eyes to look inside. It was a red-eared room in a temple with simple facilities. There was a futon and a small table with candles on it, shining faintly.
A monk, wearing linen robes, black, with a bare head, tucked the skirt of his robe around his waist, and sat cross-legged on the futon. Close your eyes and put your hands together in a meditative posture.
Through the wall, Long Xing could observe that his nostrils were slightly inflamed, and a trace of air lingered in his body, constantly traveling through the meridians of his body.
The monk appears to be sleeping in meditation. There is an angry wind lantern in the house, hanging by the door. This should be the monk who is on duty.
The incense head in front of you is burning. When the three sticks of incense are burned out, it's time to ring the bell.
Long Xing looked around the room again. The room was divided into two places. One side was the Zen room where the monk meditated, and the other side was the place where he washed and ate.
The wooden lattice windows are all opened on the front side of the door, and there are no windows on the back wall. The beams on the house are made of fine mountain wood, and there are three rows of tiles on the top, one row of red and two rows of blue, echoing each other.
A cat lies in the bamboo fence in the corner of the dining room, and there are mouse skins painted on the earthen wall. There was a yellowed book placed under the mouse-skin painting.
It is made of khaki paper, bound with black thread, and has a few lines of small, clumsy black characters on the cover.
Long Xing was curious and looked at it carefully. At the same time, he used the spiritual thread, and a piece of red thread covered the line of writing.
With gratitude in my mind, the mouse urges the cat. There was a moment of confusion as to what kind of weird book this was.
He withdrew his gaze and looked around the room again. The cat's ears were fanning slightly, and then the black cat squatted down, bowed its waist, and stared at the beams carefully with its round eyes shining, its ears erect, and its whiskers slightly. Shaking, the tail swung from side to side.
Long Xing was shocked. His purple pupils were looking at the cat through the wall. Could he have been touched by it? When Long Xing stared into the cat's eyes, his back suddenly felt a bit cold.
I seemed to hear the roaring sound of the extremely distant mountains and forests in my ears. Just as I was about to look away, I heard a snapping sound in my ears.
Under the red line of mental power, a rat with red eyes should have a snow-white body, but the perspective under the mental power is all red. It fell from the beam and landed in front of the cat.
The mouse was dull and his body was not trembling. There seemed to be a stupid and cruel smile on the mouse's face.
The cat looked at it for a long time, then moved its whiskers and touched the big white mouse. He seemed to mutter: "Look at you, you are so stupid, let me let you live."
Then he straightened his waist, let out a soft cry lazily, and lay down to sleep. The white mouse with red eyes suddenly became alive and spiritual. He jumped out with a whoosh, climbed along the wall, and climbed back to the beam. A burst of dust fell and sprinkled the cat.
Long Xing looked away in surprise and looked at the meditating monk next door, but there was no movement at all.
The mountain breeze blew coolness on his face. Long Xing looked at the sky. He didn't know the time. It had been a long time since he came out of the backyard of Mo's house. In his memory, it seemed to have happened not long ago.
I don’t know if Yingying and Mrs. Mo got any rest, and if the baby in Langzhongqiu had a night of trouble.
With a shiver quivering in his eyes, Long Xing thought about the test he would face from the Mo family tomorrow. He quietly moved his Dantian, and the flowing spiritual energy was full of vitality.
He should have broken through to the third level of Duan Physical Realm. Continuous opportunities caused Long Xing's spiritual power to skyrocket, and at the same time the Niwan Palace was opened. Mental power was his trump card. Although it took a lot of brain power and he collapsed after using it, he could defeat the enemy.
Long Xing was thinking in his mind, planning to find a way down the mountain and back to the Mo family's backyard to avoid being discovered by the Mo family and causing unnecessary trouble.
An idea rang in my mind.
"After I came out, I forgot about you. Now I am very weak and need to replenish my soul power. I am also in a bad mood. Can you comfort me?"
Consciousness spread into Long Xing's mind.
Touching the extra dog tooth pendant on his neck, Long Xing knew that the satin black dog had a residual soul attached to the dog tooth.
"How can I replenish it?"
Long Xing remembered the promise he made before coming out.
"Don't worry, I won't drink your blood. Did you see that under the ancient clock, on the wooden stake that hit the ancient clock, there is an iron nail head the size of a fingernail."
"You find a way to take it off. It is the essence of the Sun and Moon Festival. If it is embedded in my teeth, my strength will be greatly increased and I can help you in the future."
Thoughts filled with greed echoed in Long Xing's mind.
