Chapter 11 Broken Heart

Xiao Chongguang continued along the tunnel and walked out more than ten miles. When he suddenly took a step, there was no sign of any signs, and the scene around him suddenly changed. Surrounded by boundless nothingness, nothing, no light, no darkness. This is not the feeling of blindness, but the real nothingness.

He knew that he had encountered spells such as the fantasy maze. He let go of his divine consciousness and wanted to explore the vitality changes of the surrounding heaven and earth, but he found that his five senses and six senses were as if they were closed and could not feel any changes in the air machine at all. His mind explored in the endless void, but he couldn't find anything to feel.

Xiao Chongguang was confused. What on earth was going on? He walked forward aimlessly. This void seemed to have no way to go. It was a boundless existence. He sighed in his heart: Even if it is a maze, it is space, not even a grain of sand.

The situation in front of us suddenly appeared on one side, and the yellow sand in the sky stretched to all directions, followed by the wind rolling up countless sand dunes, falling from the sky as if to drown Xiao Chongguang. He flew up, and the Changgeng sword turned into a sword light, spinning at a very fast speed in the air, rolling all the sand and dust to the edge.

The yellow sand seemed to pour endlessly, and Xiao Chongguang only felt that this seemed to be an insoluble dead knot. He sighed in his heart that this situation could not be resolved at all. He had never seen such a formation. Is he going to die here today?

The fire of that year came to his mind again. His father and mother died in the fire. Only he rushed out of the yard with a flame and watched the familiar home turn into a pile of ashes, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears.

The yellow sand in the sky suddenly dispersed and was replaced by an boundless sea of fire. Xiao Chongguang was in the sea of fire, rushing left and right to avoid the flames. However, the fire was fierce and swept from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Water, I want water--" The heavy rain poured down, and soon extinguished the flames. Instead, he was like a boat on the sea, and he didn't know where it would float with the waves.

"I understand that this array will change the scene according to what people think, but every time it changes, it makes people unable to get out of trouble. If you want to break the array, you can only live without heart and lungs.

He resolutely closed his eyes and let the waves drown himself, and the sea poured into his nose. Everything was so true. However, he ignored it and just meditated on the Heart Sutra: "Watching the Bodhisattva, you can practice deep Prajna Paramita for many times. Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, you can save all the hardships. Relizi, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, the emptiness is the color, and the imagination is the same--" Then his eyes suddenly opened and shouted: "All are empty, and my body is also empty--" What I saw in front of me is another nothingness, but there is a little light in the nothingness, which is no different from the previous one.

Xiao Chongguang grabbed the bright light, and suddenly the surrounding situation changed again and returned to the original tunnel situation. He looked down at the palm of his hand. It was a transparent bead. I don't know what it was, but it was so powerful.

When he looked at his body again, there were traces of sand burial, fire and flooding. His clothes and hair were soaked, and he suddenly sweated coldly. This situation can not only gain insight into people's hearts and create a corresponding fantasy, but also transform the fantasy into a real scene to hurt people. If you hadn't found the truth from the fantasy in time, your mind would be empty, and you would be afraid that you would really be buried by sand, burned to death by fire, or drowned by water.

After meditating and adjusting in place for a moment, Xiao Chongguang realized that after this trial, his magic power had been improved. It seemed that this several days of struggle was also a sharpening for his practice, especially the situation just now, which was a great test for people's minds and perseverance.

He got up, and there was a trace of withdrawal in his heart. This tunnel was too dangerous to continue to move forward. God knows what will happen. However, when I go back and meet Qin Wugui again, I really have no chance of winning.

"What do you care about him? If you retreat, you will die. If you can walk forward or kill a bloody road, then bet on him again." He made up his mind and walked forward quickly. After walking more than 20 miles, the road went smoothly and finally reached the end of the tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel was a white light shining. He walked in and saw a large piece of glazed mirror ten feet ahead, embedded in the mountain and seamlessly connected.

He strode over and wanted to get close to the mirror, but suddenly found that his mana was rapidly lost, and his whole strength seemed to be exhausted. He clenched his teeth and walked out of four feet away. The scene in front of him made him shocked.

I saw a familiar and strange figure in the mirror, with white hair and wrinkles on his face. However, his clothes and eyes were dozens of years old.

Xiao Chongguang's soul really flew out of the sky, and he never dreamed of such a change. He stopped and glanced at his hand, which was a pair of dry and gray old man's hands. The corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his white hair on his temples, as if even his back began to bend.

He tried to take a step forward, and as expected, the man in the mirror became more aging with this step. He took a step back, but found that the situation had not changed. He still looked old. He ran back like crazy, but found that no matter how he went back, the lost time could never go back.

"No--" He felt a whirlwind. It was impossible. He was a foundation monk and had a life expectancy of at least 200 years. Even if he was old, he was more than 100 years slower than ordinary people. How could his hair turn gray in an instant and become like this?

However, the facts are irrefutable. Whether it is the image in the mirror or the reality itself, they are undoubtedly old. When Wu Zixu passed Shaoguan overnight, he didn't expect that today's fate would fall on him.

He sat on the ground, and his physical exhaustion caused by aging made him weak all over. He was still a prosperous teenager. At this time, he had really become a dusk old man, and even his thoughts began to be messy. He began to recall his short and seemingly long life, countless curves between his hometown and Kunlun, forming a long picture. Every person and thing that has experienced has become a little scenery in the picture scroll, one scene after another. Those familiar faces in the past have gradually degenerated into a drop of ink and integrated into the long scroll of memory.

"What am I doing--" He suddenly woke up from his chaotic thoughts, collapsed the messy pictures in the sea of knowledge, and returned to the strange scene of reality again. Looking at his still gray hair and wrinkled palms, he realized how ridiculous his current situation was.

"Anyway, it has come, and it's old anyway. Since all this is irreversible, let's just stop looking back and let everything come more thoroughly!" Xiao Chongguang got up from the ground, and a pair of old eyes burst into a long-lost fighting spirit: "Advance is death, and regression is also death. Since you can't turn back time, you just have to die. You have to go to the end of this road and look at the truth behind this mirror. Even if you are old, it's not in vain for me to do this scene."

He raised the last trace of strength and took a slow and firm step forward, one step, two steps, three steps... At each step, his body was even weaker. This ten-foot journey was like a long life, and every step he took was one step closer to death.

Xiao Chongguang didn't know how he had walked this last few feet. He felt as if he had really been as long as his life. In the end, he had crawled forward little by little. To be precise, he moved forward next to the ground. Every inch of movement was like a silk, and the skin and flesh on his body was more visible to the naked eye. In the end, there is only skin and bones left. If ordinary people face this situation, I'm afraid they will have gone crazy for a long time.

Finally climbed to the end of the road, and the magic mirror was right in front of him, within reach. Xiao Chongguang looked like a skeleton in human skin at this time. He stretched out his right hand and stretched out to the mirror little by little. The skin on his palm began to fall off, revealing pale bones, and the pain of peeling made his already numb senses once again bear the impact of heartbreaking lungs.

At the moment when his whole palm and wrist completely turned into a white bone, his fingers finally touched the smooth mirror, resisted the severe pain of drilling the bone, and pressed it down with all his strength for the last time.

The mirror emitted a dazzling light, sweeping the whole tunnel like a long rainbow through the sun. Xiao Chongguang felt that his body was gradually melting in the light, his eyes were captured by the brilliance, and what he saw was a white light.

The light dissipated, and Xiao Chongguang got up from the ground and suddenly found that everything had returned to its original state. The sparse white hair, the rugged white bones, and the fallen human skin disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

He holds a glass-like and crystal-like round mirror in his hand, which is only three inches long. The place in front of him was originally covered by a mirror, but now it is replaced by a huge hole. Looking through the hole, you can see a huge underground palace in front of him! The entrance of the underground palace is also the entrance of the cave, with an eight-foot-square stone tablet.

Xiao Chongguang stretched his muscles and bones, felt that the lost life and mana had returned, and became more abundant and powerful, and his five senses and six senses also became unprecedentedly sharp. The decay and peeling of the body originally caused by aging disappeared, and the body was restored to its original healthy and vibrant body.

He looked at the mirror in his hand and put them together with the beads he had taken before. Although he could not see these two special things, he was sure that what he got in his hand must be an extremely powerful magic weapon, which was probably the key to those two arrays.

After packing up everything, he walked into the gate. He knew that there must be something more dangerous hidden in the underground palace at the exit, but the cave was so strange and magical that since he had walked here, he didn't know how to be willing to do it.

Walk through the stone gate into the underground palace and walk to the stone tablet in a few steps. There were words engraved on the stone tablet. Xiao Chongguang came over and took a closer look. He saw that the font was strong and powerful, and the iron-painting silver hook was the same as the connection at the mouth of Feiyun Cave.

The inscription on the stone tablet is engraved: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is a ruminant dog; saints are not benevolent, and people are ruminant dogs. Those who are benevolent, personal, those who are not benevolent, and righteous. Shen was not talented. He took over the power of life and killing on behalf of heaven and operated the handle of reincarnation. He did not dare to harm justice with personal feelings, but suppressed the deceased. Later generations should be cautious. Xunyang Shen Shengyi's handwriting——"

Xiao Chongguang didn't know what to say. I don't know what this character Shen Shengyi is. Looking at the meaning of the inscription, it seems that he is an old friend of Luohou and personally suppressed Luohou here. In this way, he should also be the predecessor of the Taoist sect 300 years ago. I'm afraid he is still the top figure in the Taoist sect. Why has never heard of the master mention it.

When I was wondering, a huge shout came from the hall: "Who is coming!" The sound is like a thunder tsunami, echoing repeatedly in the underground palace, like the roar of the ancient dragon when heaven and earth opened up.