ninety thousand miles

Chapter 155 Relics
Wen Guying didn't budge in the slightest, and said, "Your sea of ​​consciousness has been used for almost 3000 years, who knows if there is anything wrong with it, it's still my sea of ​​consciousness, young and healthy..."

The two people came and went, and the people next to them couldn't listen anymore.

Elder Qingzong said, "Friend Daoist Wen, go first."

"Why do you..." Headmaster Wang glared at Elder Qingzong angrily.

Elder Qingzong said: "Your Daoist Wen is still inexperienced. If there is a problem in the middle, we can control it. Head Wang, you should wait for Brother Li to accumulate some experience."

"Bah, bah, what's the problem!" Headmaster Wang cursed.

Master Chanhai also persuaded: "Master Wang, don't make trouble, let Brother Li do things with peace of mind."

Li Chuan didn't want to listen anymore, he said, "Taoist Wen, shall we start now?"

"Okay." Wen Guying immediately sat down where the leopard snake was before.

The secret room, which had become a little noisy because of Wen Guying's dispute with the head of the king, also suddenly became quiet.

After Li Chuan took two deep breaths, he continued to activate the Tianyin Pot.

The faint breeze gently touched his face.

Soon, he saw the familiar thin line.This time, I waited for a long time before reaching the moment of stillness. When I was about to reach out, the thin thread seemed to be moved by some force.

It was Wen Guying's sea of ​​consciousness that was moving.

Li Chuan looked intently, and it was his sea of ​​consciousness that was moving, as if he wanted to disconnect from the thin thread.He had a vague guess in his mind. For high-ranking monks, they were not completely immune to burning incense. Maybe give them some time and some clues, and they would be able to disconnect from Xinyuan by their own strength.

That's why the Zerg stared at these young monks who participated in the Xuantai Aura Society.

He waited for a while, and finally figured out when the stillness would appear. After the stillness appeared again, he immediately cut off the thin thread, and the ripples covered it, but he still felt the strength to resist.

Not good.

Li Chuan let go of his hand little by little, and finally saw ripples appearing layer after layer on the edge of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Big drops of sweat dripped down Wen Guying's face.

"What's going on now?" Sect Leader Wang said anxiously.

Elder Qingzong said: "He is trying his best to control the sea of ​​consciousness and not counterattack Li Chuan's actions."

Gong Wuguang also saw it, and said: "It may be difficult for other disciples to control it so well, it is better to let Xueli perform spells and let them fall into a dream, so that it is convenient for Li Chuan to perform."

Elder Qingzong agreed, "I think it's okay."

After about a stick of incense, Li Chuan stopped.

Not long after, Wen Guying also opened his eyes, and thanked Li Chuan with a weak face: "Brother Li, you have worked hard."

Before Li Chuan could say anything, Head Wang said, "It's up to me next."

He took the initiative to switch to Wen Guying's position.

Li Chuan didn't say much, and activated the Tianyin pot again.This time Li Chuan did not feel the power of resistance, and the connection between the thin line and the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be the same as that of a leopard demon and a snake demon.I don't know if it's because Sect Master Wang has a higher level of cultivation and has stronger control over the sea of ​​consciousness, or there are other reasons.

Soon, the thin thread of head Wang was also pinched.

Before Li Chuan could regain his concentration, he heard the voice of head master Wang, saying, "I didn't feel any abnormality in the sea of ​​consciousness before, but now it's back to normal, but I can feel some abnormalities before."

Head Wang described his feelings in detail: "Although I felt that I was out of control and my mind was still there before, I felt a sense of drowsiness. Only now have I regained my clarity."

He also thanked Li Chuan and said, "Brother Li, it's lucky to have you here, otherwise I won't be me anytime soon."

After a few words of politeness, Li Chuan revealed his discovery.

Everyone looked at Wen Guying.

Wen Guying thought about it carefully and said, "Maybe it's because of the realm?"

"It's possible." Head Wang affirmed Wen Guying's conjecture, and said, "Although my cultivation base has continued to grow in the past few hundred years, my realm has stagnated for a long time, far less tenacious than Fellow Daoist Wen."

Elder Qingzong said thoughtfully: "I originally thought that the strange ghosts came from the heart abyss and were the product of higher-dimensional laws, which is why so many monks have become enlightened unknowingly. But now it seems that maybe it is not Not so high that we are completely out of reach, out of reach."

"Have you thought of a way to deal with it?" Sect Leader Wang asked.

"With direction, there is hope." Elder Qingzong asked Li Chuan: "How are you doing now? Can you continue?"

"Yes." Li Chuan said.

"Then inform them and let them all come here." Elder Qingzong looked around and said, "Go to a spacious place."

So head Wang arranged for Li Chuan to rest in the secret room while they went to summon the monks.

Li Chuan sat for a while, ate a fairy peach, walked around the secret room twice, admired the runes, took out the Tianyin pot, and knocked it twice to hear the sound.

In the end, I felt a little bored, so I put together the chair and lay down on it.

Lying down but feeling unable to sleep, I opened my eyes and looked at the runes on the roof automatically without wind, feeling something in my heart.

The sword energy left by the unknown monk in Xuanshui Mountain, the immortal's order to hunt down Shuangyemen, Su Niang, who has lost her soul in the mid-autumn crown... It seems that there is a person, or a group of people, who is sniping the actions of the ghosts.

And what about him?
He recalled an event that happened after he came through, and a person he met, and everything started from the "Jing Jing".

Feeling the book on his chest, maybe the mission of the successor of "The Classic of Patterns" is not to walk out of the way of the "Classic of Patterns", but...

He also remembered what the little mouse said, "The Classic of Patterns" was not written by Tiansu, but "The First Book".Perhaps this book is a relic left to this world by people on another timeline.

Thinking of this, his chest felt a little hot, and he wanted to call out the little mouse to have a chat, but felt that the timing was not right.

The patterns on the runes on the top kept interlacing before his eyes, and his eyelids became heavy.

I don't want to, I have to cut the thread later.

……

Head Wang and the others stood on the flat ground outside the mountain, waiting for the disciples to arrive.

After chatting a few words about the strange ghost, the elder Qingzong suddenly said: "This son Li Chuan has a good heart, but his comprehension is too low."

Gong Wuguang retorted: "The comprehension is not bad."

Elder Qingzong shook his head, "My lord, who can worship the Taoist cultivator like him, it takes a few of us to teach in turn to understand the function of the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Didn't he still understand?" Gong Wuguang continued to retort, "As a cultivator, there are many things to understand, but if you practice day and night, it will take one or two hundred years to understand. His temperament has improved. Li Chuan is open-minded, has a heart to seek knowledge, and can also form good relationships. If he cultivates immortals, his progress may be extremely slow at the beginning, but after a thousand years, relying on his temperament, he will be able to catch up from behind."

Head Wang also agreed with Gong Wuguang's words, saying: "His achievements will depend on a thousand years later."

"It may be difficult to practice day and night." Wen Guying is well aware of Li Chuan's nature.

"Then... it will never exceed 500 years." Head Wang calculated.

"He only has 80 years." Elder Zhu said regretfully in his tone.

"Not necessarily," Gong Wuguang retorted again, "One of the "Jing Jing" points directly to the source. If his path is correct, maybe 80 years will be enough."

(End of this chapter)