The broken talisman floats quietly in the void, like a phantom in the mist.
The light of the Tianzhu stayed on the lines of the slightly yellow talisman paper. But the crimson strokes showed a ferocious struggling form, as if trying to break free from the stagnant light and shadow.
Li Chuan felt that he was being sucked in little by little, and his body became very thin and smooth in the process. After entering the cavity, a burst of hot air blew on him, and his body expanded again, like a balloon among the broken talismans. Floating around.
Li Chuan suspected that he was dreaming again.
The sound of the pot echoed repeatedly in the hollow, and everything in the hollow entered his consciousness.
In addition to the talisman, there are also some parts floating in the hole, which may be part of the magic weapon, and they all appear broken. He looked at the strokes on the talisman and felt that the style was somewhat familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be somewhat similar to the talisman in the secret room of Yanqing Mountain. Could it be that the hollow here is the work of the gods and demons?
Then, Li Chuan saw the dark patterns on the inner wall of the cavity. As the sound of the pot vibrated, the light from the Tianzhu also flowed into the dark patterns. When all the dark patterns lit up, Li Chuan heard his body There was a loud bang, and the balloon-like body was blown into pieces and scattered in the hollow.
Li Chuan suddenly felt as if he had thousands of extra pairs of eyes and ears. Different images and sounds were layered together and poured in all at once.
The sound of the pot caught him and brought him back to his body like an ebbing tide.
The thumb was released, and the soft and melodious voice stopped.
For a moment, only black was left in front of his eyes, and his ears became silent. But he could feel that the light of Tianzhu was still pressing heavily on him, and there seemed to be a trace of expectation for him in it.
Is Tianzhu also conscious?
Li Chuan thought and opened his eyes, and light filled his eyes again.
Then he saw a huge beast-shaped shadow in the distant sky.
"Don't worry, I've already stopped it." Jiang Mei's voice came from behind.
Li Chuan did not look back. He stared at the giant beast and said: "There is a big hole in the Tianzhu. There are many broken talismans and fragments of magic weapons inside. There are many lines on the inner wall, whether they are formations or something else, I don't know. I know. After the lines lit up, I saw a lot of things. My consciousness couldn't hold so much information and was blown away... But I still remember one of the patterns, which is the appearance of a butterfly spirit."
"Director Jiang, please tell me, am I in a dream or awake?" Li Chuan asked.
"You are very sober." Jiang Mei replied.
"Then let me take another look." Li Chuan closed his eyes and was about to rub the Tianyin pot when he heard Jiang Mei say: "Li Chuan, wait a minute."
Li Chuan opened his eyes and saw Jiang Mei walking up to him and saying, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone get close to this place until the sound of the pot stops."
"Okay." After Li Chuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.
It would be nice if his consciousness could wear a cloak, maybe he wouldn't be blown to pieces so easily. Or he could consider making one up himself.
While thinking about it, he rubbed the Tianyin pot again.
He followed the sound of the pot and walked out, looking up at the shadow of the giant beast in the sky. It seemed to be still in the midst of the surge.
Li Chuan turned his head and looked at the words on the Tianzhu again. He accidentally caught a glimpse of his hand, which was very blurry and divided into many layers. He waved it, bringing up layers of afterimages.
The sound of the pot spread, the afterimage gradually disappeared, and the outline of the hand became clear.
Li Chuan's heart moved, and he concentrated on looking at the light from the Tianzhu. The light rippled in the ripples, and no more points fell to hit him. He stretched out his hand to fish in the ripples and fished out many spots of light. He arranged them into a deep silk structure, into filaments, and then into a web.
Finally, it set these light spots on its body, and the body formed by condensing thoughts was suddenly covered with a layer of light.
Then, Li Chuan followed the sound of the pot and floated towards the Tianzhu again. He kept rising and rising, and soon reached the position of the characters again. This time he stabilized his body and looked at the characters first.
Li Chuan was shocked to find that the characters that appeared on the surface of the Tianzhu did not move, but contained all the changes he had seen before. Just like the patterns on the "Classic of Patterns".
He read each word one by one and remembered it in his heart. He felt that the pattern in his heart became more complete, and began to overlap with the patterns on the Pattern Sutra.
It would be nice to take out the "Classic of Patterns" and turn to that page to compare.
Let’s read it again when we get back.
After confirming that he had memorized all the words, Li Chuan entered the hole again through the gaps between the words. This time, he was not blown into a ball or pulled into any strange shape.
As the light from the sky pillar flows, he looks forward intently. The empty structure opens up in his field of vision. At the same time, the afterimages he saw and heard last time return to his consciousness bit by bit. middle.
In the afterimage, Li Chuan saw the entire process of the birth of the butterfly spirit. In the beginning, it was just a seed. It quietly fell into the cracks of the Tianzhu, absorbing the energy emanating from the Tianzhu, and grew slowly and tenaciously.
And its tentacles gradually penetrated deep into the center of the Tianzhu, extracting more and more power, until it finally bore its fruit - a baby, with a colorful cocoon beating in the baby's heart.
All the leaves turned into charms, covering the baby's body.
Then, Li Chuan saw a man wearing official robes, carrying a simple sword on his back, walking a long way, and finally reached the foot of the Tianzhu.
He swung his sword towards Tianzhu, and the scorching red sword energy penetrated Tianzhu. After the heat wave, a hole appeared and the fruit fell to the ground.
The man in official robe gently picked up the fruit, turned around and nodded to Li Chuan, and moved his mouth as if he said something to him.
It's him.
A man who killed Tiansu with one sword, and whose sword energy lasted for a hundred years.
What did he say to him?
All the afterimages in Li Chuan's eyes faded away, and he stood in the middle of the huge hollow. The sound of the pot kept ringing, and the surge never stopped.
He understood that all the afterimages he saw were condensed in the light of the Tianzhu. They were like sweet spring water, staying in the eternal surge.
What was said?
Just like Wen Guying accidentally wandered in and brought back a piece of real flesh and blood of the ancient beast, the man in official robes in the afterimage may also have seen him 'really'.
Li Chuan raised his head and looked in the direction of the words again. Parasitism, parasitism in colorful cocoons, parasitism in white ghosts, parasitism in the surge.
Under the Tianzhu, the "Classic of Patterns" flew out from Li Chuan's clothes, and the pages of the book turned with a clatter.
The patterns in his mind overlapped and corresponded bit by bit with the patterns in the Pattern Sutra.
The art of parasitism.
The dark patterns around him lit up again, and Li Chuan felt that the Yuansi on his body also lit up. He felt that he was floating up again, and his consciousness floated to a very high place, where he could see the entire The appearance of Tianzhu.
There are still tentacles and roots parasitic in the Tianzhu.
(End of chapter)
