On the top of Zi Yan Ling Mountain, the purple jade-leaf spiritual tree flutters in the wind. Its trunk is straight, supporting the blue sky, and its dense branches and leaves push away the white clouds. On the top of this blessed land, the spiritual tree has opened up a large and beautiful space.
Under the protection of the spiritual tree, a simple courtyard sits quietly in it. The courtyard is made of green bluestone as bricks and jasper spiritual stone as tiles. Polished by time, the simplicity reveals an extraordinary atmosphere, just like the residence of gods.
At this time, two figures sat opposite each other in the courtyard, exhaling and taking in the breath, like gods. Between the exhalations and inhalations, the breaths were long and long. The gods, heaven, and the blessed land of Lingshan seemed to be alive. They breathed with them. Breathing in and out naturally swallows Yuan Qi.
When they got closer, they looked like twin brothers, their appearance was very similar, and even their breaths were similar.
But it was Yan and his Shinto clone.
At this time, it has been some time since Yan became a Shinto clone. After this period of adaptation and consolidation, the Shinto clone can already control its power independently and contain the overflowing fire and power.
Although the five elements are still out of balance inside the avatar, and the foundation needs time to slowly be repaired, from the outside, it now looks like an ordinary living being.
The sun rose and the moon set. I don't know how much time had passed. Yan and his clones exhaled together, slowly opened their eyes, and woke up from the stillness.
After opening his eyes, Yan immediately looked at the clone, looking at some undetectable black spots and shadows at its feet, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.
Since becoming a Shinto clone, Yan has always felt a little uncomfortable during this period of time with his dual cultivation. At first, this feeling was not strong, and he thought it was a temporary discomfort caused by the dichotomy of spirit and will.
But as time goes by, this feeling has not weakened, but has become stronger and stronger. Just now, while he was practicing, he was suddenly awakened and finally discovered some abnormalities in his clone.
"The lingering poison of the incense!" When Yan frowned, the Shinto clone also lowered his head and looked at his feet, with a flash of light in his eyes, and said with certainty.
"The poison of incense?" Yan frowned and looked at the shadows of black spots at the clone's feet, which followed his movements like a shadow, and frowned: "Didn't the two points of innate spiritual light break the poison of incense?"
"Two points of innate spiritual light have indeed broken through the poison of incense. These should be the remaining stubborn remnants." As he spoke, two rays of divine light suddenly shot out from his eyes, heading towards the shadow of the black spots at his feet.
Two rays of divine light fell on the dark spots and shadows, like a soldering iron being penetrated by oil. The sizzling sound was accompanied by bursts of murmurs and screams. Part of the shadows evaporated directly, turning into bursts of black smoke.
The remaining black spots and shadows seemed to have spirits, and they spontaneously gathered together, forming a shadow visible to the naked eye at the feet of the clone.
Under the continuous attack of the divine light, this shadow screamed and kept changing its shape, either in human form or animal form, with countless changes, and it actually withstood the attack of the divine light for a while.
Seeing this situation, Yan and his clones frowned involuntarily. Yan's eyes moved up, only to find that the part of the black smoke that had just been evaporated had not dissipated.
At this time, they gathered together and turned into a dark cloud, as if cheering for the black shadow on the ground. It spread its teeth and claws and shrouded the head of the clone, making a posture of pounce at any time.
The clone raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds above his head, and then looked at the black figure on the ground beside his feet, roaring at him with all his might. A trace of haze flashed in his eyes. He looked at Yan and asked with some worry:
"The poison of this incense is so stubborn and powerful? But what should we do?"
It’s no wonder that the Shinto clone is worried. After all, when it was achieved, it incorporated humane virtues and divine beliefs, and it will be Shinto that will be practiced in the future.
Moreover, the Shinto he practiced, whether it was the way of the city god's residence or the way of human sacrifice, was inseparable from the belief in incense and the merits of people's wishes.
If the harm caused by the residual poison of incense cannot be completely solved, the Shinto clone cannot practice with incense, and with its heel foundation, there will be no future at all, and it can basically be said that it will be abandoned in advance.
Yan naturally also understood the power of it. He definitely didn't want the Shinto clone that he had worked so hard to achieve to be ruined like this.
You know, for the Shinto clone, Yan Xin is still planning to use it to become a Taoist when the time is right.
With this in his heart, Yan thought, and his immortal consciousness explored the shadow of the remaining poison. As soon as his consciousness came closer, the black shadow seemed to have a spirit, and actually invaded Yan's consciousness like a tide.
In the Purple Mansion's sea of consciousness, the soul was actually cast into a shadow in just a moment. Suddenly, all kinds of murmuring and praying sounds filled his ears, constantly tempting Yan Yan's mind and polluting his Taoist heart.
At the same time, all kinds of illusions came to mind, all kinds of regrets from the past and present life, and the longings and fears deep in my heart emerged one by one.
Either tempting or intimidating, they try their best to break through Yan's heart, hoping to drag him into the abyss of desire and sink him forever.
Faced with the sudden intrusion, Yan was startled at first, and then thoughtfully, without resisting, he strengthened his Taoist heart and faced the various desires deep in his heart.
The sun and moon rise and fall, time passes, and Yan lingers in various illusions. At first, his heart is palpitating, but as more and more illusions are broken, the Tao heart becomes more pure and consistent, like a child, free from external demons. dye.
The spiritual consciousness also becomes rounded and clear, and then the wind and thunder shake when a thought arises, the illusion is shattered, the demonic sound dissipates, the dirt is gone, and the demonic thoughts are annihilated.
When he came back to his senses again, there was no trace of poisonous thoughts left in the sea of consciousness. The consciousness of the soul was easier than ever before, the consciousness was agile, and even the avenue of heaven and earth seemed to be much clearer.
Returning to consciousness, Yan opened his eyes and saw the Shinto clone guarding him. He nodded and asked, "How long have I been in trance?"
Upon hearing this, the Shinto clone looked at Yan carefully, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and replied: "Seven days! You have been sitting here in meditation for seven days."
After saying that, without waiting for Yan to answer, he hurriedly asked with concern: "How is it? Is there a solution to the incense residual poison?"
Yan glanced at the Shinto clone, and was not surprised at all by its increasingly obvious independent personality and emotions. He nodded and looked at the almost invisible shadow of the incense poison at his feet, and said, "I have some ideas."
"Oh? Tell me quickly! I don't dare to breathe incense anymore these days." Hearing this, the Shinto clone's majestic face flashed with impatience, and he looked at Yan eagerly and asked.
