Wang Weijun's consciousness extended along Mi Xiaojing's arm. Here, his consciousness really couldn't be scanned randomly.
After making slight contact with the metal ball, Wang Weijun's consciousness immediately retracted.
"This ball is somewhat similar to the core of the Little Xuantian Formation, but... I can't be sure whether it is a trap or a treasure trove!"
"Logically speaking, this shouldn't be a trap. The Buddha Sect has never regarded me as an enemy from the beginning to the end. This door also appeared after I saluted. If it is a trap... it doesn't make sense!"
"Well, that's true. I also think it's a trap and it doesn't make sense, so let's give it a try."
This kind of test is actually very simple. As long as Mi Xiaojing touches the metal ball, he will be involved in it. You cannot use the mantra chain test here. It involves the difference between form and non-form, the transformation of reality, illusion and reality. This is undetectable.
Mi Xiaojing was excited. If this place is really a treasure, then the harvest this time must be quite big.
When he reached out and touched the metal ball, it felt like touching hot water. His fingers instantly sank into the metal, giving him a very weird feeling. Then everything around him was gone.
The transformation between reality and reality was extremely fast. In less than a second, Mi Xiaojing found that her surroundings had completely changed.
There were nine huge golden pillars and a small platform. What surprised Mi Xiaojing the most was that there was a person sitting on the platform. He took a quick look and was really shocked. It was really unexpected, because on the platform In his mind, no one should appear here, whether it is a treasure or a trap.
Dead or alive
The first thing Mi Xiaojing noticed was the man's long hair. The white hair extended all the way to the edge of the golden pillar, scattered like an open folding fan. Then he looked at the man's eyebrows. The white eyebrows stretched down his shoulders. When he reached the ground, the man's head hung slightly, but Mi Xiaojing could still see his face.
Black skin, deep-set eye sockets, and a skeleton look. It is even more miserable than the skull face of Patriarch Gusaka. There are only bones left under the real skin. His lips can no longer be covered, revealing a mouth of snow-white teeth, and his neck It's so thin that it seems like there's only one spine left.
He was wearing a bright red monk's robe, which was brand new. There were countless restrictions on the monk's robe. It was precisely because of the protection of these restrictions that the monk's robe could last forever.
Nine giant pillars formed a space, and smoke billowed outside the giant pillars, making it impossible to see far away.
Mi Xiaojing was a little confused, because the other person was motionless, just sitting upright, looking more like a corpse. But for some reason, Mi Xiaojing had a problem with his intuition. This person seemed to be alive. This feeling was so strong, He couldn't even treat the other party as a corpse.
He really didn't dare to get close. He had a strong sense of awe towards Buddhism and didn't dare to blaspheme.
Mi Xiaojing sat down cross-legged and began to recite the mantra, hoping to save this person. However, just after he started reciting a few words, he heard a voice from the bottom of his heart: "Don't think about it... Don't think about it..."
Terrified, Mi Xiaojing stopped reciting the mantra and raised his head to look at the person opposite. He could understand these two words, ancient Buddhist text!
"You...are you alive?"
Mi Xiaojing also used ancient Buddhist texts. Although it was more difficult for him to speak, it was standard ancient Buddhist texts. This was also the credit of Zhenyan Dan. He was proficient in many lost languages.
"I'm not dead yet... but I'm about to die. If you... continue to read it, I'll be... read to death by you..."
Mi Xiaojing looked at him curiously. The man's body was shaking slightly, and his whole body made a slight clicking sound.
"Old man, this man is still alive!"
"Don't be nervous, observe first!"
Mi Xiaojing found that when the man woke up, the strong sense of threat disappeared, and a calm breath relieved his nervousness.
This man means no harm!
Mi Xiaojing felt a little more relaxed.
"Wait a minute...it's been too long..."
Mi Xiaojing said: "Okay!"
The man was trembling even more violently, and his white hair was rippling like water waves, and his body was making intensive rattling sounds, which was extremely weird.
Mi Xiaojing secretly communicated with Wang Weijun: "Old man, this man must have been here for a long time. How could he live for so long?"
Lingshan Dayu should belong to the holy land of the ancient Buddhist sect. It is really amazing that there are still people here. According to Mi Xiaojing's estimate, Lingshan Dayu has existed for a hundred thousand years, and it may even be longer. This person How did you survive
Wang Weijun couldn't understand it either. He said, "I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if he lived in the outside world for so long, but to live to this day in such a closed space... is simply unbelievable!"
Mi Xiaojing couldn't help but scan it with his spiritual consciousness, and the man said: "Don't... don't look..."
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little curious...Buddha is compassionate!"
"No... no need to apologize..."
After Mi Xiaojing's mental consciousness scanned, he immediately discovered a big problem. This person's soul seemed to be scattered, which meant that it was difficult for this person to survive.
Mi Xiaojing asked: "You, do you need help?" He couldn't bear to see this man struggling like this.
"Haha... You, you can't help... Ahem..."
"That's not necessarily the case!"
The man's spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he said in surprise: "Hey, a dual cultivator of immortals and Buddhas... you, you, how could you..."
When the other party's consciousness swept over, Mi Xiaojing immediately felt it, as if the warm sunshine was shining on his body, making him feel very comfortable, peaceful, and indifferent, without the slightest smell of fireworks. He suddenly felt moved. He had seen so many things. Among all the cultivators in the world of cultivation, this was the first time that he felt this kind of lack of desire and desire.
"If there is... um, a fairy stone, it will help me a little bit..."
Mi Xiaojing took out a fairy stone without hesitation and said, "Is this it?" The palm-sized fairy stone shone with a faint light.
The man said: "There really is... Okay, this thing is a little helpful..."
Mi Xiaojing raised his hand, and the fairy stone flew out very slowly, as if it was floating past, and soon landed on the man's cross-legged monk's robe.
The man's hand slowly poked out from the monk's robe and grabbed the fairy stone. His hand left a deep impression on Mi Xiaojing. It was as skinny as bamboo and had protruding joints. The hand was large, black and shiny, Also skinny.
Within a few breaths, Mi Xiaojing saw the immortal stone turn into powder. He felt bad all over. This was absorbed too quickly. It was really terrible to suck up a piece of immortal stone in an instant.
Although he was reluctant to part with it, Mi Xiaojing still asked: "Do you want more? I still have some here."
The man said: "No need, this little bit is enough to support me for a while..."
Mi Xiaojing's eyes were so scared that they flew out of their sockets. A whole piece of fairy stone could only hold it for a while? What kind of cultivation level does this person have