"Can I set foot on that road and enter the ancient holy courtyard in the chaos?" The little boy said to himself, and quickly shook his head. Through recent understanding, he already knew that the holy courtyard could not be opened at will, and it has been tens of hundreds of years. It's nice to be open for one person.
But this time, Butian Pavilion chose Shi Yi, and no one else would step on it. Although Elder Pure Land said that as long as you perform well and have extraordinary aptitude, you will have a chance, but that is just words of encouragement for everyone.
"Ancient Holy Court..." Xiao BuDian read, and turned around resolutely.
On that road, a young man was walking forward, claiming to be the existence of gods among beings of the same age, blending with the heaven and the earth, and there was a divine voice of the great way, as if the ancient gods were singing.
The little one wouldn't let himself be troubled, so he quickly put aside the matter, grabbed the furball by the tail, and trotted like a thief, entering a mysterious area.
Although it is late at night, the scenery is visible.
This is a vast garden with all kinds of vegetation, small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and palaces, but there is one remarkable feature, which is very old. The bridges and the palaces seem to collapse at any time , as if it has not been repaired for thousands of years.
The vegetation is still there, but the arch bridge and other things that seem to be left over from ancient times are about to be destroyed. He tiptoed in, holding the tail of the fur ball.
Fuqiu's big eyes rolled around chatteringly, and he was not annoyed by his tail being held upside down. He was just as curious as the little one, looking at this place.
This is the most mysterious place in the Butian Pavilion, where the spirits of worship lie dormant. It covers an area of tens of hundreds of miles. It is a huge ancient garden, and no one dares to approach it on weekdays.
Because, have been warned.
There is no one guarding here, because there is no need for it at all, just imagine if the sacrifice spirit of Butian Pavilion still needs protection. It is it that guards the entire ancient pure land.
"Master Jiling, I have come here with a pilgrimage. Didn't I say that some disciples can get your advice if they are destined? I come here to ask for advice with a pious heart."
The little one was grunting while sweeping around with its big eyes, looking for the elixir on the ground, while the little furball's nose kept moving, its eyes glowed, and it looked around.
"Why is the place where the spirit is sacrificed so desolate?" They walked in, and the more they walked, the more surprised they were, the vegetation decreased, and the ground became bare. Until finally nothing grows.
Arriving here, Xiao BuDian felt that Shen Xi burst out in his body, flickering, and the traces of energy were about to leave the body, and various patterns were densely covered on the body surface.
The fur ball also let out a scream, broke free from the little one's fingers, and rushed to his shoulder with a thud, showing a shocked expression.
Xiao BuDian gasped, and finally knew why this place was desolate. This is being sucked away by a demonic force and taken away.
It's too fast to say, only stepping into this area is like this, stepping back a little. I can't feel that power anymore.
"What's wrong with the creatures in Butian Pavilion? Did something happen?" Little Dot was uncertain, and stepped forward cautiously.
The front is barren, a barren land. It seems to have come to a large Gobi, only gravel and stones, walking here is extremely quiet. The sound of footsteps can travel far.
"Ji Ling, I'm here to visit you. Doesn't every disciple have a chance? Don't mistake him." Xiao BuDian muttered, he was really curious, and walked inside.
The silent land was incomparably remote. He traveled tens of miles, and his whole body was like a small sun shining, densely covered with runes, constantly resisting that demonic power.
"It's so powerful. After absorbing the earth's energy and devouring the heavenly essence, Ji Ling is practicing a secret skill?" he said to himself.
Looking up, one can see that ray after ray of divine light poured down from the dome of the sky, and the stars all over the sky and the round silver moon were shining down, like silver raindrops falling into the depths of the Gobi.
Finally approaching, the grass began to appear here, and the little one came to an ancient garden.
This is a garden within a garden, with ancient walls, mottled by the years, leaving too many traces here.
The gate has long since rotted, and the walls are covered with common plants. There is no elixir or precious wood, but they are the most common plants.
"Why didn't you deprive the spirit here?"
The little guy was surprised, this garden is really old, only stones are left, the former buildings have collapsed and are covered with vines.
The light rain fell on the yard, and these ordinary vegetation also received some benefits, so they grew vigorously and did not turn into Gobi.
"This looks like a courtyard of an ancient family!" The little boy noticed the abnormality after entering, showing a strange expression.
There are three courtyards, the backyard is where the light and rain are the most abundant, and the sky and moonlight are all falling there, obviously the sacrifice spirit is here.
Xiaobudian crossed this place, and found that the houses here were all collapsed, buried with weeds, and even the small stone arch bridge was broken and covered by vines.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this was an ancient residence.
Finally, he approached the backyard, nervous in his heart, no longer lost his energy here, but it gave him an inexplicable awe.
"Meet the spirit of worship!" He had already opened his mouth after a long distance, and then walked into the backyard lightly.
"This is..." Finally seeing clearly, the little boy's eyes showed a light of surprise, and he felt a little unbelievable!
Endless light and rain poured down, making the silver glow here transpiring, making it peaceful and sacred. There was a plant there, which was the worship spirit of Butian Pavilion. It is completely different from what I imagined, it is not bright, nor blue, but yellow and sick, as if it is about to wither.
This is a gourd vine, crawling on a pile of stones, the whole body has no luster, no divine light, and some are just withered and yellow. It is not so huge, only five or six meters long, and the leaves are sparse, such as the arrival of autumn, which makes it lose its vitality.
A dead vine, with only a little vitality, is covered with yellow leaves, and the light rain falling from the sky can't alleviate its withered decline.
Starlight and moonlight were shining, pouring down, making the entire backyard a vast expanse of whiteness, submerged in the vines, but it was still listless and severely lacking in vitality.
This is the sacrificial spirit of Butian Pavilion, an ancient vine that has lived for endless years, which makes people tremble. Even though it is already sick, it seems to be in its old age, it still has inexplicable majesty, just like a god!
Could it really be a god? The little boy murmured to himself, but kept his mouth tightly shut. Did not say it.
I don't know how long it took before he recited again, repeating the words on the road, and sneaked a sneaky look with his big eyes to see the reaction of the gourd vine.
There was no sound, and Gu Teng seemed to have lost his spirituality.
"Hey, there's another gourd!"
Under the cover of the yellow leaves, there is a green gourd hidden, which is similar in size to the yellow gourd in the hands of the old man in Butian Pavilion, both of which are palm-length. But the color is different.
The little boy stared wide-eyed, and found that the gourd was very miraculous. The more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt.
Moreover, strands of chaotic air lingered there, wrapping the green gourd in it.
On his shoulders, the fur ball lay obediently, not daring to move rashly for a rare time. In fact, it wanted to pick the gourd away, just like the little one, but instinct told it that it couldn't do that.
"It seems to be good to cultivate here." Xiao BuDian muttered. He sat cross-legged and let the light and rain fall, and he also got part of it, feeling comfortable all over. Runes follow resonance.
He sneaked a glance at Ji Ling, the vines had no waves, and the leaves were silent. Nothing happened.
"Uncle Ji Ling, you don't object to me practicing here, do you?" Xiao Budian asked, and then quickly said: "Are you sick? I know a willow tree. It used to be sicker than you, and it was naked. , only one branch remained, and finally resurrected."
The little one got close, and said self-consciously, the gourd vine still didn't move, it wasn't damaged by foreign objects, but it had lived for too long and consumed too much vitality.
"As long as you have hope in your heart, you can live a wonderful life even if you lose the whole world. Come on, Uncle!" Little Dot waved his fist.
He peeped with big eyes, and found that Ji Ling still didn't respond, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and muttered: "Sleeping? Well, I'm not welcome, I'm practicing here."
The little boy visualized the original truth in his heart, carefully studied the various runes and profound meanings recorded on it, sat cross-legged under the gourd vine, with a solemn treasure, and soon fell into samadhi.
The breeze blew, the yellow leaves swayed, the whole gourd vines moved slightly, and the silver light rain fell, making this place extraordinarily sacred and peaceful.
I don't know how long it has passed. When Xiaobudian was comprehending the original truth, he seemed to hear the sound of the Great Dao. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the green gourd on the shelf was moving, and there was an ancient rune flashing on it, accompanied by Chaos, extraordinarily mysterious.
He was startled, and wanted to see the rune clearly, but failed many times, and it was impossible to see clearly.
After calming down again, he found that when the rune flickered, the sounds of heaven and earth rumbled, and it seemed a lot easier for him to comprehend the original true solution.
Little moved, this place is really amazing!
It was late at night, everything was still, Xiaobudian woke up from the sedation, he knew he had to go, and he couldn't stay overnight.
When he exited here, he was startled. This is really an ancient family. Was this gourd vine planted by someone? Has it never left
Looking at the dilapidated courtyard and the desolate place, he felt a different kind of emotion in his heart, tens of miles around turned into Gobi, only this dilapidated courtyard is still there, and ordinary grass can survive. Do you intend to keep it close to the way it was in ancient times
Is it reminiscing and commemorating something? Xiao Budian felt that this sacrificial spirit had its own "story".
Finally, he bowed to the backyard again, turned and left, deciding to come back tomorrow night.
As soon as he stepped out of the yard, Xiao Budian suddenly felt horrified, and stepped back a few steps. The fur ball also screamed, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
Xiao BuDian looked forward with wide-eyed eyes, and there was an old man outside the courtyard gate, with gray hair and empty eyes, with an ancient sword stuck in his head, piercing through, rusty and mottled.
His arms were hanging down, the nails on his fingers were pitch black, half a foot long, very terrifying.
The clothes are extremely ancient, exactly the same as the ancient style recorded in the ancient books, it makes people hairy, is this an ancient person
He didn't breathe, didn't have a heartbeat, and he didn't have any vitality. He just stood there, his eyes were scary empty, like two black holes.
"Senior...you are blocking my way." Xiao BuDian said.
Without a sound, the old man disappeared, as if he had never appeared before, but the little one felt a chill behind him, Huo turned around, and his scalp felt numb.
And the fur ball jumped up from the little boy's shoulder in fright, because the gray-haired old man was right behind the little boy, almost clinging to his body.
The little one's hairs stood on end, and he couldn't help backing away.
"brush"
The old man disappeared again without a sound, this time he did not appear behind him, but appeared in the ruins of the courtyard in an instant, and made a whining sound, as if crying.
It's too fast, it's almost like an illusion out of thin air, reinventing yourself, it's terrifying.
"He has no life, his body has lost vitality, how can he be like this..." Xiao BuDian backed up.
"Woo..."
The old man with his head pierced by an ancient sword and disheveled hair went from east to west, even went to the backyard, stood beside the spirit of worship, sobbing constantly, and finally came to the little one, blocking his way. (To be continued..)