ninety thousand miles

Chapter 159

"The Book of Patterns" stopped in mid-air, and the pages of the book were flipping.

Transparent patterns floated around Li Chuan's body. If he saw it himself, he would recognize those patterns on the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Guying noticed the astonishment on Gong Wuguang's face, and he asked: "Didn't this happen to the previous generations?"

"No." Gong Wuguang denied it, and after staring at Li Chuan for a long time, he said, "Brother Mingheng cherishes the "Jing Wen" very much."

After being silent for a while, he said again: "Brother Ming Heng can't cultivate, but his tempering of the physical body has almost reached the limit of ordinary people. Later, he got a glimpse of the true meaning of the "Jing Jing", relying on a set of seals, He can borrow extraordinary power, and ordinary monks are no match for him. Even if he encounters a strong enemy... he has never used the "Momental Sutra" as a self-defense magic weapon, and it is always stored in a jade box. in space."

Just at this moment, several rumbling and ear-splitting sounds came from a distance.

Elder Zhu flew into the air at once, and after a while, he said: "Immortal Yunyi has arrived."

Master Wang sacrificed Yuan Huo Jing, and when he was about to fly away, Elder Zhu stopped him and said: "Master Wang, Immortal Yunyi came so fast, there must be something inside."

The golden light spread out layer by layer along the ripples, like a gust of wind, blowing away the deep threads remaining in the sea of ​​consciousness.

All the monks who had been entangled by Yuan Si felt this fresh breeze in their sleep.

Time to go back.

Li Chuan was about to turn around, when he suddenly found that his body was still a cloud of mist, and without the blessing of thin lines, his outline was constantly blurring.

Fingers have become a ball do not know what.

Can't he go back?

He sighed, not too surprised, nor too sad.

Looking back at Xinyuan.

The golden light of the "Momentary Sutra" has not yet dissipated, and he has not yet escaped from the mysterious state. He has seen very far and deep, and suddenly, the scene in his field of vision has changed again.

It turns out that the mist in Xinyuan is also composed of small dots. Occasionally there will be a horizontal line, but it will soon separate into small dots.

Can he make up for himself?
As soon as the thought came to him, he acted immediately.

Are you kidding me, Li Chuan doesn't want to die in this ghost place!

He began to slowly put himself back together, returning the scattered points and lines to their original positions.

He also remembered the structure of Yuansi, even if it was just a quick glance, he could still see its structure clearly, it was a bit complicated, but it didn't matter, it would always be intertwined with points and horizontals.

He took its structure into his spirit.

Gradually, his spirit became solidified bit by bit.He felt that even if he fell into the abyss again, he would be able to maintain his immortality.

Some tired.The little mouse dragged its broken foot and sat down beside him.So he rested for a while, and gazed into the abyss with it.

Under the shroud of golden light, all kinds of visions appeared in Xinyuan.

He witnessed the process of Vientiane falling into the abyss of his heart, the vast and majestic universe turned into misty mist in an instant, memories and emotions kept fading and drifting away.

In the deepest part of his heart, he saw the river again. His shadow was reflected in the river, with a red bucket in his hand, and a row of containers behind him.

It seems that as long as you walk into the river, you can find your way home.

Is it an illusion?

He couldn't help but think, if the world he was in came from a big surge in Xinyuan, then did his original world also originate from Xinyuan?

Could he also go back from Xinyuan?
"Li Chuan, where are you going?" the little mouse called to stop him.

He woke up suddenly, and found that he had taken several steps.

He walked back again, sat down, and said, "I've seen some visions."

"What phantom?"

"It may be some illusion in my heart." Li Chuan explained.

When I looked forward again, the illusion and the river disappeared.

It's just an illusion.

Even if he integrated the structure of Yuansi into the soul, it would only be able to persist in Xinyuan for a little longer.Even if his guess is true, who knows how many worlds can be created with one surge of Xinyuan, maybe [-] worlds come from it.

Li Chuan continued to nourish his soul.

He has saved so many monks this time, and he must take back this debt of favor.

Although he can't practice, can't his son and daughter either?If not, what about grandsons, great-grandchildren, and great-grandchildren?There is always someone who can cultivate immortals, right?For a monk, a hundred years and a thousand years are just a moment, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to take care of his great-grandson and great-great-grandson, right?

In his Li family, there must be someone who can embark on the journey of immortality and achieve the throne of immortality. There will eventually be one person who can pass through the abyss of heart and find the way he came from in thousands of worlds.

When returning the last point to its original position, Li Chuan felt a burst of fatigue.

He looked in the direction of the woman again, the golden light gradually receded, and the figure of the woman was completely invisible.When the light faded from his mind, he felt his body was very heavy.

He is back in the body.

I tried hard to open my eyes, dizzy for a while, and the clouds in the sky were shaking non-stop.

He saw several familiar faces, their mouths opening and closing, but he didn't recognize them or understand what they were saying.

There were also bursts of roaring sounds in the distance, as if engineering vehicles on the construction site were working.

"There is a river in the heart," Li Chuan said, and he couldn't hear his own voice. "There is a woman on the bank of the river who fell into the abyss from the world. She fished the heavens with hundreds of millions of abyss silk. , to help the other ghosts lead to the world. She was also parasitized."

After speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Head Wang checked his body and soul.

"How is it?" Wen Guying asked.

"It's just too tired. He's just a mortal, even with Chao Yuan Guo Xian Xin Peach, he still needs to rest." Head Wang said.

At this time, Li Chuan suddenly opened his eyes again and said, "I want to go home."

After finishing speaking, his eyes were closed again.

Head Wang thought for a moment, and said to Gong Wuguang: "Master Gong, send Li Chuan and his two family members home. You are no longer a Taoist, and you and your disciples should also leave this place." gone."

"In the southeast, on the last floor of the stone chamber, there is a teleportation array that can send you away. Now I have unlocked all the restrictions in the stone chamber."

Gong Wuguang responded and said: "Okay." Then he said: "Take care."

"Take care too." Wang said.

The roar in the distance became louder and louder, and the air and the ground trembled.

Head Wang waited for about a cup of tea, and when he felt Gong Wuguang and the others leave, he said: "Wake them up, and then go with me to meet Immortal Yunyi."

(End of this chapter)