Thinking of this, An Rou's legs trembled a little, "I...did I really see a ghost yesterday?"
"Anrou, come here!" A low cry suddenly came from behind Anrou, and a figure stood in the shade of a tree in the distance. The sun couldn't shine there, and there was no shadow. It was waving to Anrou.
"I..." An Rou looked back in confusion, her face was pale, and her legs seemed to be out of control. She wanted to run, but she felt like her legs were filled with lead and couldn't walk.
"That's...Brother Chen?" Shi Pei swallowed and said, his voice trembling.
"It seems...it seems...yes!" Tan Yi slumped down on the ground, the color on his face long gone.
"Who are you lying to?" An Rou swallowed, and a machete appeared in her hand. She waved her hand, and the machete slashed at the figure under the shade of the tree with a sound of breaking through the air.
Click!
The big tree fell and debris filled the sky. When the debris fell, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is it an illusion?" Everyone was puzzled and looked at the tree stump. After just one glance, everyone couldn't stay any longer. They rolled and crawled away towards the distance. Even the powerful An Rou did this. No more machetes.
Not far away, a machete was stuck in the ground, surrounded by tree debris. There was no figure. However, under another tree not far from the destroyed tree, a figure was waving to everyone.
At such a scene, no one could stay any longer, turned around and ran away, knowing that this place was haunted.
In the coffin, Lu Chen made a gesture of silence to the little white fox and the little boy, with a solemn expression on his face. He observed the mourning hall with his heart, and an aura that made his heart tremble enveloped the entire mourning hall.
"A strong man in the Lingzong realm!" the little white fox whispered.
When Lu Chen heard this, he was shocked, how could his mourning hall attract a powerful person from the Lingzong realm.
"Little guy, don't scare people to death!" A voice rang in Lu Chen's ears. Before Lu Chen could recover, his whole body suddenly jumped up. If a force hadn't suppressed him, the entire coffin would have been Gotta pop.
At some point, a figure lay silently next to him, without a trace of breath, with dry skin wrapped around the bones, let alone a trace of blood.
"Ghost!" Lu Chen exclaimed, but found that he could not make a sound. The terrifying pressure had completely suppressed him, and the surrounding area seemed to have become a field, the field of this corpse.
"Senior..." Lu Chen tried to call softly, reaching out his hand to see if the corpse had any breath.
"What?" A sudden voice came from the corpse's mouth.
"Mother!" Lu Chen's voice trembled. He wanted to escape from the coffin, but he couldn't. A force completely sealed the coffin, making it a world of its own that could not be shaken.
His figure trembled, and Lu Chen curled up directly to the end of the coffin, staring at the body not far away with a vigilant expression.
The corpse slowly sat up and leaned against the inside of the coffin. The dry eyelids slowly opened. A flash of light seemed to see through the young man in front of him. Then, blood began to appear on the face, and the dry face gradually became fuller.
"Senior, are you a human or a ghost?" Lu Chen stared at the old man in the coffin with a wary expression.
"Little guy, you're not as quick to fall out with me, are you? You've forgotten me after just a few days?" The old man was surprised.
Lu Chen then took a closer look and saw that the old man in front of him did indeed look familiar. He was the elder in charge of the wasteland in the inner courtyard. The old man who generously gave him 10 million wastelands in the lost continent.
"Senior, you scared this junior to death. Don't you know that scaring others can scare others to death?" Lu Chen patted his chest. Even now, he still felt that his heartbeat was extremely fast.
"Haha, I didn't learn this from you little guy!"
"Senior, were you the one who tampered with the one hundred thousand desolate source in Senior Anrou's jade slip?" Lu Chen asked. He observed everything in the mourning hall with his mind, and naturally found that Anrou's desolate source was missing one hundred thousand.
"Old man, isn't this just to cooperate with you?"
"Elder, I wouldn't have tricked the students like this!" Lu Chen was speechless, "Senior, what are your orders?"
"I can't talk about instructions. I just want to send you a message. I hope you will step up your practice. If there is a catastrophe in the inner courtyard in the future, I hope you can help!"
"Contribution? This junior's strength..." Lu Chen said, he knew that even if the strength of the Spirit King Realm was stable at the sixth level of the Spirit King Realm, it would not be enough in the eyes of these old antiques.
"Don't underestimate yourself too much. In just three months, the third level of the Spirit King Realm has broken through to the sixth level. This speed of cultivation, at least, there is no such record in the inner courtyard!"
Lu Chen rolled his eyes. He got it by fighting between life and death, not to mention meeting the Thunder Gopher was a great opportunity. Now that the opportunity has disappeared, he can't let him use the Thunder Gopher in the little sword. Kill again?
Even so, there is an upper limit, and there will be a time to kill them all.
"Student, that is an opportunity. How can you improve quickly when the opportunity disappears..." Lu Chen opened his mouth, wanting to get some benefits from the old man in front of him, but before he finished speaking, he found that the coffin was empty, and there was no sign of the old man anywhere. .
"This is too direct!" Lu Chen was speechless. He was not here to send a message. After all, he was asking for something. It felt like he was here to inform him that he would end up working as a thug in the inner court.
"Huh?" Lu Chen was delighted. There was a book where the old man had just been lying.
Picking up the book, he patted the surface of the book. It was very shabby. I don’t know what era it was handed down. It looked very old. The paper made of special materials was somewhat decayed.
Lu Chen exerted a little force and found that the material of the pages of the book was so special that he could not damage it. It was a bit scary to know that the power he had just used could leave traces on the surface of even a spiritual weapon, but it could not destroy a piece of paper. .
In other words, this piece of paper that looks almost rotten is comparable to a spiritual weapon. This is still the most conservative estimate.
Slowly opening the first page, Lu Chen's face looked a little ugly, not because of anything else, but just the words on it, "Psychiatric Law".
He couldn't figure out that there was a book with this name. After thinking about it again and again, he slowly closed the book. After all, it was not his thing. He guessed that the other party accidentally left it behind.
"Such a material, it must not be simple, but the name of this book makes me dislike it!" Lu Chen muttered, and was about to put the "Psychiatric Law" into the ring, and send it to the elder when he has time, and make some money along the way.
As soon as he closed the book, a piece of white paper fell. He picked it up and took a look, "Is this left for me?" Lu Chen was puzzled. According to the meaning on the white paper, this "Psychiatric Law" was not left behind by the old man. It was specially left for him to practice.
Lu Chen frowned, finally unable to bear the drive in his heart. The records in a book whose material is comparable to a spiritual weapon are absolutely astonishing.
When he turned the first page, the words "Psychiatric Dafa" made Lu Chen choke and feel very uncomfortable. When he turned the second page, Lu Chen really didn't want to read anymore.
This classic is only suitable for mentally ill people to practice!
There were still only a few simple words on the entire page, but it made Lu Chen almost burst into tears, "Is the old guy scolding me on purpose?"
He already had this suspicion in his heart, and even the title changed. He felt that the inner dean was scolding him in disguise, because he couldn't say it in person, and his level, age, and status were all there.
"I don't seem to have offended him in any way!" Lu Chen muttered, really confused.
Turning to the third page and briefly reading a few lines, he couldn't stand it anymore. In his opinion, the books recorded in this book were all messy things and were indeed only suitable for mental illness cultivation.
Quickly flipping through the entire classic, he was surprised to find that this mental illness book was only a fragment, with only the first volume. "Is this the first and second volume?" Lu Chen was really speechless.
After reading the entire classic, he briefly concluded that there is no one or anything in this world, everything is illusory and does not really exist, and everything in the world is empty, almost nothing.
Of course, this is an important sutra in the Dafa for Mental Illness, and it is not Lu Chen’s idea. What the entire sutra instills is that everything in the world is just a different way of existence for energy. There is no such thing as birth, old age, illness, and death. Death is just a change. Of course, this is just an example from the scriptures, because according to the scriptures, it seems that energy does not even exist, let alone life and death.
After just reading it once, Lu Chen directly threw the mental illness method into the ancestral ring, shook his head, "This kind of scripture meaning
Some people still practice it, and some people still believe it? ” He denied it directly.
"Everything in the world is energy, so who am I?" Lu Chen muttered, and then he was stunned. He remembered a sentence in the scripture, "I am the only one who is true."
Four simple words, but they run through the entire book, "Only I am true? Does it mean that of all things in the world, I am the only one alive, and everything else is false and all energy?"
After thinking briefly, Lu Chen slapped himself, "Sure enough, it is a mental illness method. It is a method that can only be practiced by mentally ill people. After watching it once, I even became a mental illness!"
Lu Chen shook his head suddenly and threw away the thoughts in his mind. He was afraid that if he continued to practice, he would lose his ability, or that he would become energy.
Putting away the classics, Lu Chen looked around the mourning hall. He was stunned and found that something seemed to be wrong with the time. The environment around the mourning hall had changed slightly. Even the flow of people around was different. There seemed to be an absurd amount of people.
"Are you awake?" the little white fox asked.
"What's going on?" Lu Chen asked, looking around in his heart.
"You have been talking to yourself for three days and three nights, as if you are mentally ill, saying that everything in the world is fake and only you are real!" The little white fox looked at the young man in front of him with a strange expression.
"I..." Lu Chen's heart palpitated. He just looked through the classics once. Three days and three nights have passed? "Fortunately, I subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with this book, so I didn't delve into it further. Otherwise, I might have fallen into it and lost all my skills!"
"Some of what you said makes sense to me, Fox Immortal. For example, everything in the world is made up of energy, and energy maintains everything!"
The little white fox looked at the figure in front of him with a thoughtful expression on his face. Some words inspired him a lot, and he wanted to delve deeper into them.
