Li Dong thinks more than Lei Dong.
Some unwarranted benefits hit the head, and there are consequences.
The proportion of Hongfu Qitian is not large, it is a trap, and the probability of a pitfall is greater.
But the world is like fishing.
For anglers, bait is not worth mentioning, but for fish, it is a rare delicacy.
Even those old fish who have become masters in the pond can't help but be greedy.
The only difference between them and those stupid fish is that one eats the bait but can escape flexibly most of the time, while the other is caught and becomes a delicacy on the fisherman's plate.
So what if Li Dong guessed that there was something behind this?
He couldn't part with the treasure he had obtained, and he couldn't part with the treasure that was very likely to exist.
For these reasons, he is willing to take risks.
However, he has not been dazzled by the benefits yet. He knows that his means and strength are not enough, so he is ready to ask for help.
On the other hand, after Feng Linhui guided Li Dong and the two to take the bait, he used the aura extracted from the spirit bead, guided by the aura, and used the light of the eternal lighthouse to explore the void and find the way.
In the dark, I found the corresponding world, and then traveled through the past.
Thunder explodes from the sky, and mountain rain may fall at any time.
The world was dim and gray.
On the steep mountains, a frail young man riding on the back of an old horse suddenly opened his eyes.
"A young man who travels around famous mountains and rivers, searching for immortals and Taoism. This person's background is much simpler and plainer. Apart from his relatively wealthy family background, there is nothing else that stands out." Feng Linmo touched it. He touched his chin, then reached out and patted the old horse sitting on his neck.
The old horse seemed to instinctively feel that there was a slight change in the master's breath, and he was a little surprised. He snorted twice from time to time, and then shook the mane on his neck.
Feng Linhui transformed a ray of true energy into a stream of pure vitality and injected it into its body.
The old horse gave a long cry, spread its hooves, and continued to carry Feng Linmo on its back, walking on the steep mountain path, and continued to the top of the mountain.
"Old Wushan, according to legend, every time there is a thunderstorm, weird laughter will come from the top of the mountain. A woodcutter once saw a strange man on the top of the mountain, breathing flames and seeming to be dancing."
"Because of this legend, the young man named Xu Ke in the predecessor drove his old horse up the mountain alone before the heavy rain poured down."
The mountain rain came suddenly, and at first it was just the roar of the wind, like a giant standing in the clouds, waving a long whip, lashing the originally weathered mountains.
Then thousands of threads, like steel nails, fell from the sky.
Beating everything relentlessly.
The wind blows with the rain, swaying the ancient trees and withered vines in the mountain forest. Tired birds cannot fly, and sad apes cannot sing.
Except for the howling wind and scattered rain, the entire mountain seemed to have fallen into an unspeakable loneliness.
The old horse's hoofs were slipping a little, and Feng Linwen quietly stabilized it.
One person and one horse climbed to the top of the mountain with difficulty.
There is a ruined temple on the top of the mountain.
It can still be vaguely seen that it was once a mountain temple.
It's just been abandoned.
The statue of the god was knocked down, and one of the stone beasts that warded off evil spirits at the door was broken into pieces.
Suddenly, a hahaha strange laughter came from the mountain temple.
At the same time, a fire began to roar on the top of the mountain.
In an instant, it was like a fire dragon flying through the rain.
At the entrance of the mountain temple, a perfectly intact stone beast opened its eyes.
It was also smiling, and the sound was like the sound of a wooden board scraping against a stone wall.
Feng Linwen looked at the strange stone beast, and then asked: "Is there anything funny?"
The strange beast glanced at Feng Linyi, and then actually spoke.
"I am the wind, and it is the rain. Together we protect the good weather in these ten miles and eight villages. But gradually, no one comes to worship us anymore, and we are no longer needed. It fell, but I am still standing here."
"Isn't this something to be happy about?"
"I still exist, and I can still feel my existence when the wind and rain come. That's why I laugh, and it...it doesn't feel anything anymore. Compared with it, I should laugh I'll be happier while I can still feel it." The stone beast said, suddenly rolled his eyes, and then said to Feng Linmo: "Young man! I advise you not to go into the temple. "
"There was a crazy Taoist priest in the temple. He laughed harder than me. He practiced a very strange spell, but when he was practicing the spell, he accidentally entered an illusion and killed his best friend. He He has gone crazy, every time it is windy, rainy or thundering, he will practice spells and want to kill himself."
Of course Feng Linwen didn't listen to the advice.
He already felt that something was wrong with this world.
Just the first time he came into contact with this side made Feng Linhu feel that the atmosphere here seemed to be filled with a crazy and sad flavor at all times.
Of course, it's possible that it's just one-sided.
Feng Linwen walked into the temple.
Then he saw a Taoist wearing a gray robe, sitting in the corner of the collapsed wall, holding the Fire Jue in his hand, and balls of blazing fire coiled around him.
From time to time, it manifests into vivid characters.
When Feng Linhuang walked in, all the firelight rushed towards Feng Linhuang.
When the fire is coming towards me.
What Feng Linwen felt was not the scorching temperature, but the biting cold, and the wisps of madness that stretched out like crazy tentacles, as if they were trying to pull him into an abyss.
With a flick of his finger, a sword energy flew out, tearing apart the oncoming fire ball.
Feng Linwen looked at the old Taoist with withered and yellow hair and his mind was in a state of madness. Ling Xu pointed a finger, drew a spell, and then branded it on the old Taoist's forehead.
The old Taoist who was originally looking crazy suddenly calmed down after looking ferocious for a moment.
Then his cloudy eyes gradually regained some clarity.
"Thank you for your help, senior." After the old man recovered a little, he suddenly stood up staggeringly and saluted Feng Linwen.
Feng Linwen accepted the gift and then asked, "What's wrong?"
"Everything makes me feel weird, but I can't put it into words."
When the old Taoist heard this, his expression was gloomy, but he still explained: "Senior, maybe he has been in seclusion for a long time, and then he came out. If you don't mind, the old Taoist will explain something to you."
Feng Linwen stretched out his hand and motioned for him to continue.
The old Taoist thought for a moment, and then said: "About twenty years ago, the whole world... including the world of spiritual practice has changed. Everything we are familiar with and good at has become weird, unfamiliar, and full of... All kinds of crazy, sad and incomprehensible stuff.”
"The cultivation techniques either fail or the effects change, causing the practitioner's character to gradually change. All spells are beginning to be full of madness and frustration, and they may go crazy at any time."
"I'm a kid... so why not? It was originally just a simple Nine Fire Flame Dragon Curse, but now it has become so weird, and even killed a friend by mistake..."
When he said this, the old man felt inexplicably sad for some reason. There was sadness in his eyes, but he could only laugh out "hahaha".
