Today I hold the world

For every monk, as the cultivation level gradually increases, sleeping and falling asleep will become more and more insignificant, and this part of the time will be slowly replaced by meditation.

Less sleep does not mean not falling asleep. Some monks have a short sleep time, and some monks have the habit of drowsiness due to factors such as skills, physique, and natal objects.

The sky was dotted with stars, and Qi Changhong's cave was quiet and silent. He was lying on the couch with his eyes closed naturally, and he was in a dream.

There are colorful clouds in the dream, the sky and the earth are clear and the clouds are light, the mountains and rivers in the mainland are continuous, the trees are lush, the rivers are flowing, everything is harmonious and natural.

He carried a huge sword on his back, and walked in places such as river banks, fields, rocky forests, etc., feeling that his state of mind was extremely clear and transparent, and his understanding of the sword increased with time.

Buddhism has a saying of "walking in the world", which is similar to Confucianism's "traveling thousands of miles" and Taoism's meaning of "xiyizhenyou".

Qi Changhong felt that he was going through a similar thing. In his dream, he didn't know the time of the sun and the moon. Surging, full of fresh life energy, long-lasting biological aura, and all kinds of human affairs appear one by one.

Strolling out of the city, Qi Changhong saw a monk wearing colorful cassocks walking towards him, looked at him with a smile, and greasy said:

"Where does this benefactor want to go?"

Qi Changhong's expression was firm, and his eyebrows were frowned, "I want to get out of this dream!"

The monk opened his mouth in surprise, then smiled and asked, "Where is the road?"

Qi Changhong shook his head, with the look of a tiger watching a wolf, he was becoming more and more wary of the monk in front of him.

Knowing that he had fallen into a dream-like state, but he couldn't get out, Qi Changhong didn't want to talk to the monk anymore, and said in a deep voice, "I have to hurry, I have nothing to do, please step aside."

The chubby monk rubbed his stomach and stared at Qi Changhong, and asked again: "Where is the road?"

Qi Changhong showed impatience, and asked, "You know?"

The monk nodded with a smile, and waved his finger at Qi Changhong, motioning to follow him.

Following the monk all the way to the top of the giant Five Fingers Peak, Qi Changhong stared at the monk puzzled.

"Look again, where is the road?" The monk stretched out a fat hand under the ripped cassock, pointing to the thousands of miles away from Five Fingers Peak, and asked with a smile.

Qi Changhong followed the gesture and looked. Isn't the direction the monk is pointing at exactly where he was when he first entered this dream?

The mountain was towering, and colorful clouds blocked some of the sight. Qi Changhong squinted his eyes and observed carefully, and found that the road he had been walking from the beginning to the present seemed to be the center of the spine of a sword, and the end point was at the foot, which was the Five Fingers Mountain.

"But this is not the end of the road." After a long time, Qi Changhong shook his head in disappointment.

What he wanted was a way to get out, and the monk seemed to be trying to enlighten him.In addition, in my dream, how could an illusory existence lead me away?

As a monk who is about to perfect his qi training, he thinks that it is impossible for someone to change his dream for no reason, but now it seems that he is not the leader of this dream.

The monk joked, "This is not the end, where is the end?"

Qi Changhong slowly became anxious, and anger flashed in his eyes, "I hate monks like you the most, pretending to be gods and playing ghosts, and you can't believe what you say, so farewell!"

When Qi Changhong clasped his fists and was about to leave, the monk raised his hand to stop him, and before Qi Changhong could react, he pointed at Qi Changhong's eyebrows.

In an instant, Qi Changhong felt that the sky and the earth were spinning, and there was no limit to the sea of ​​blood around him. Countless evil ghosts, Rakshasa, showed their hideous faces in the scarlet blood water, and the dream suddenly turned into an endless hell.

Beside Qi Changhong, the monk in the colorful cassock with holes still smiled and said nothing, his eyes signaled Qi Changhong to look at the road just now.

Although it was filled with a sea of ​​blood, there was a faint golden light bursting upwards from the bottom of the road, and black air was mixed in the golden light. The black air did not give people a sense of evil, as if it was full of the power of the thick earth. The root and the natal organ coincide with each other.

Staring carefully at the golden light seeping upwards in the sea of ​​blood, it is so vast and huge, starting from the foot, to the position where Qi Changhong first came to this dream, it happened to be a huge sword that held up the sky, when it came, it was at the tip of the sword, at this time hilt.

"This is! Juque?" Qi Changhong asked uncertainly.

"This is your way. It's the same when you come, and it's the same when you go. You embrace the Buddhist [Sura Golden Ridge], and the way of swordsmanship, you must go through mountains of corpses and seas of blood to build sword bones, and then it is possible to form pills and congeal babies. Poor monk Lei Yinsi Wuhua wants to take you in as an apprentice to grow into a talent, would you be willing?"

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Monk Wuhua didn't put on airs at all, and asked Qi Changhong with a smile.

Although he was extremely shocked, when he heard that he was going to change his sect, Qi Changhong subconsciously refused to accept it: "I already have a sect, so it's better to go by myself!"

Wuhua didn't say any more, just looked at Qi Changhong quietly for a while, then chuckled softly, "Ignorant child, I don't know the great opportunity."

With a wave of Wuhua's hand, the dream was shattered, Qi Changhong woke up instantly, covered in cold sweat, and felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

Qi Changhong sat upright quietly, thinking carefully, Leiyin Temple is the sect of Huashen sect, the monk in the multicolored cassock with holes can fall into the dream at will, there is a high probability that he is the Yuanying cultivator, and the self in the dream speaks naturally according to his heart, and he directly Rejected the kindness of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

[Sura Golden Ridge] I don't know what it is, and I don't understand the two completely different scenes in the dream. After thinking about it, I can't figure it out for a while.

Outside the cave, a warning message from the mountain gate suddenly came, and Qi Changhong walked out quickly wearing clothes and carrying a sword on his back.

Although the starlight in the night sky was peaceful and serene, a dangerous wind rose from the mountain gate of Duanshuiya, and a horrified cry came from the direction of the main hall, "Help!"

Qi Changhong rushed over at top speed.

******

At the bottom of Duanshui Cliff, Liu Sanjiu flew up with the flying spiritual weapon [Sunlight Shooting Disk], the evil spirit no longer coiled around, and Zhong Ziyan's originally chaotic and crazy mind gradually regained consciousness.

The warning signal at the mountain gate was still ringing, and the sound of fighting came from the direction of the main hall. The somewhat weak Zhong Ziyan stood unsteadily after landing, so he quickly raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the main hall, "Uncle, go~"

Liu San's trembling hair was a little disheveled. He stayed down here for too long, and he couldn't take it anymore, but he knew that there was something wrong in the door, and this was not the time to rest.

Taking out two special formation plates from the storage ring, Liu Sanjiu formed a small formation under his feet, which was the method used to help Zhong Ziyan absorb the evil spirit in his body.

"You take a rest first, and come to help after the evil spirit in your body completely dissipates!" Liu San shook his head and turned away.

Zhong Ziyan was anxious in his heart, but his footsteps were vain, so he had to sit cross-legged in the small formation formed by Liu San and slowly adjust.

After two cups of tea passed, Zhong Ziyan saw a dazzling blue light erupting in the direction of the main hall, strange and evil, and several shrill screams came, among which the voices of Zhou Hong, Du Lan, and Sha Datong could be clearly heard.

When a figure with blue flames all over his body jumped onto the top of the tile pillar in the main hall, Zhong Ziyan saw clearly that that person was Qu Yi.

The blue light shadow flew towards the Dongfu area where the disciples of Duanshuiya lived.

Zhong Ziyan saw several figures of his senior brothers following behind.His eyes showed fear, and he couldn't sit still.

The evil spirit in his body was only half dissipated at this time, but he couldn't wait for it to be completely dissipated, the situation was really critical.Get up and use the Gale Technique, and chase in the direction Qu Yi is going.