Chapter 302 Entering the Temple

"Xiao Anzi, when you were just practicing, I suddenly thought of something."

Suddenly, Simajin said.

"What do you think of?"

"Do you think the Wuzong will be bluffing?"

Hearing the words, An Bochen's heart moved slightly, and he heard Simajin continue to say, "He has mysterious and powerful power in legend or in dreams, but he has circled such a big circle. The only possibility is that he is bluffing. His real strength is not as strong as we think."

"Then why is he..." Before he finished speaking, An Bochen had already realized.

"It's not because of your name as the General of the Crazy Dragon." Simajin smiled and said, "Your reputation is played out one after another, and you can't fake it. Lv Fengqi and Li Zilong Er are the only ones who can be called dragon generals in the world. Now there is one more of you. Maybe they are worse than them, but they are also characters who are not weaker than the Five Tigers. Wu Zong was afraid of him, so he took a petty official as a hostage and set up a dream. He bluffed so that we could mess up.

"His strength is not as strong as it shows, but because he is proficient in the art of wandering, he deceived the world. Just like the innocent man I once pretended to be.

An Bochen nodded and thought about it along with Simajin's thinking. It was really like this.

Looking at the east mountain that gradually became clear from the blurred black spots in the distance, An Bochen inadvertently frowned. Although Simajin's analysis is reasonable, An Bochen always feels that it is still a little far from the truth. It is like the truth, but also seems to be the truth deliberately outlined. Like the mountains and rivers of the southern wilderness, it is always wrapped in a layer of gray fog, which is unclear.

Is the truth of the matter really so simple?

An Bochen asked himself in his heart, and Yu Guang looked at the girl who was driving the car in the wind. Although her face was calm, her tight lips exposed the urgency in her heart.

There is something wrong with Hongfu after coming out of the dream. She seems to be curious about the witch temple... It's not just curiosity, it's just anxious.

Hesitating, An Bochen did not ask.

The gray southern wilderness is full of smoke and miasma. Even if it is a cloudless sunny day, the sky here will appear a green gray, as if it is always immersed in a picture scroll, which is in a trance.

Shaking his head, An Bochen threw away the inexplicableness in his mind, took a long breath of the sun, and then held his breath to concentrate, silently brewing the four trends of the week.

Long before he came to the southern wilderness, the flying dragon was hidden by Simajin. At this time, he flew at full speed and crossed half of the southern wilderness from sunrise to afternoon, which did not attract anyone's attention. As they got closer and closer to the East Mountain, the two became more and more silent. At this time, a dark cloud flew from the distant sky, covering the sky over the East Mountain, and a dark evil dragonfly rose up on the mountainside of Dongshan Mountain, facing them with their teeth and claws, which was the same as the scene seen in the dream.

"It's an illusion."

Simajin whispered, suddenly raised his arm, stood straight at the forefront of the flying dragon, pinched the seal, and said a word in his mouth.

This was the first time after Simajin showed the "Fire Dragon Mantra" on the Moyun Building. It was the first time that An Bochen saw her cast a spell. In Sima's family, she was guarded by a crowd under her command. Later, she was captured by the purple dragon girl in the heavenly realm, and she had no chance to take action. Nowadays, An Bochen's cultivation is half useless, and he can only do his best once. Naturally, Sima Jin will not give up.

"Hear my body."

Sima Jin said, and a trace of green light flashed through his eyes, and then a human-shaped white fog floated out leisurely. It seemed to be a yuan god, but it was different from the yuan god out of his body at ordinary times.

An Bochen pulled out the innocence and stood beside Sima Jin. Although her yuan god floated out of her eyes, she did not completely leave her body. The lotus root was broken and connected with the body.

It should be the spell in the fairy's secret book.

An Bochen said secretly in his heart.

It can be different from any Taoist method of Da Kuang. The red brush does not rely on the body to cast the spell, but on the yuan god, and the yuan god is closely connected with the body, which should be another wonderful method of the unity of heaven and man.

Just as An Bochen was thinking, Sima Jin's yuan god opened his mouth and blew to the opposite side.

For a moment, the sand flew and stones, and the strange wind roared across a hundred feet of land, blowing away the evil dragonfly on the east mountain, but the dark clouds in the sky did not move at all, and were not affected by the strange wind blown by Simajin.

In desperation, Sima Jin had to return home.

"Although the power of the soul body of the Wuzong is above me, it is not very smart. As expected, his cultivation should be heavenly."

Turning his head, Sima Jin explained to An Bochen: "Although as long as you cultivate the yuan god or soul body, you can get out of the body, the divine spell must be connected to the body in the realm of earth. Only when you practice to the realm of heaven can you leave the body and cast spells without restraint. And if he has the realm of a divine master, he will not only condense illusions, let alone play these means.

An Bochen was clear that Simajin's action this time was not looking for trouble, but to test the Taoist realm of Wuzong.

When his heart moved, An Bochen suddenly thought of something.

"It's Hong Fu. You can practice the yuanshen to cast spells. And when I practice the soul, can I also cast spells?

Hearing this, a different color flashed in Simajin's eyes. He looked at An Bochen, who was also a little excited, with joy on his face.

Previously, An Bochen had been confused about how difficult the cultivation was, but he forgot that it was just the cultivation of the body. His soul body had already achieved the soul of the three souls, and it was the soul that had crossed the nine thunders, which was much smarter than the soul in the realm of the divine master. If he also practiced the Taoism, the power he could exert was immeasurable.

While talking, the flying dragon was only 70 or 80 steps away from the witch temple on the top of Dongshan Mountain, and it arrived in a blink of an eye.

The dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker. In an instant, the rainstorm was like a waterfall. Although it was an illusion, it was powerful and comparable to the fall of the Tianhe River.

An Bochen and Simajin shuttled through the illusory rain curtain. When there were still about 20 steps left from the top of the mountain, An Bochen raised his arm to copy the gun, scratched his arm across the shadow, and flew out innocently. In an instant, the flying dragon drove and disappeared into the rain, and An Bochen gently hugged Sima Jin and stepped on his feet innocently from top to bottom to the temple.

"Boom!"

The temple door like a big mouth slowly opened, and more than 30 witches in white clothes flew out of the witch temple. They flew in mid-air, which was neither a sword nor a driving cloud, but a "exotic beast". Looking carefully, it was a ferocious worm, which was not disgusting.

They didn't seem to expect that someone would dare to attack the witch temple. They all looked surprised. Before they could cast a spell, they were crushed by the warship and chariots that fell from the sky. Only a few escapees were also swallowed up by the snake and eagle demon released by Simajin.

The raid on the Dongshan Witch Temple was much smoother than expected. An Bochen fell to the ground, raised his head, looked along the leaning tower behind the temple, and saw that the "heavy rain" had stopped.

"Xiao Anzi, why are you in a daze?"

Sima Jin's voice came from his ear. An Bochen calmed down and then walked to the witch temple.

As seen in the dream, the first thing that appeared in front of An Bochen and Sima Jin was a very long corridor. The wall of the corridor was painted with ancient paintings. The scene in the painting was like a fairyland. When it was about to reach the exit, a magnificent mountain appeared on the wall. At the peak, there were Taoist attices, which looked very much like a legend. The monist sect in the middle.

"East China Sea... Zong?"

Although the light brought by the torch is dark, and the pattern fades due to age, An Bochen still sees the ancient seal engraved on the Taoist plaque, which is slightly more complicated than the current words in Da Kuang, but it can also be distinguished.

The vicissitudes of life.

A word popped up in his mind for no reason. An Bochen thought of what he saw and heard when he gathered into a divine soul that day and asked.

A long time ago, would there be a sect called Donghaizong on Dongshan Mountain, just like the one painted in the mural?

"Xiao Anzi, see that Wuzong later, and act according to the opportunity. If he is really bluffing and don't do it, I still have something to ask him.

Simajin suddenly said.

"What are you going to ask him?"

“...... You will know in a moment."

The two did not talk anymore, and the long corridor had come to an end. In front of them was a spacious and bright temple hall.

Nine wide sinks are arranged horizontally, exactly the same as in the dream. The sinks are cast with mercury, about nine feet wide and more than thirty feet long, across the temple. The only difference is that what is sprinkled through the dark grid of the dome at this time is the afternoon sun. Through the reflection of the sink, it is still sparkling silver, mysterious and tremsy.

The sinks were like a tortuous wheel vortex, which trapped the man standing on the head of the witch temple. It was still the same as in a dream. He was wearing a green feather shoulder, tall and thin, with his back to An Bochen and Simajin, quietly staring at the poem on the opposite niche.

An extremely familiar feeling surged into their hearts, with a trace of chill. This feeling seemed to have returned to last night's dream, almost exactly the same, just missing Aqi.

Taking a deep breath, Sima Jin moved her feet. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the man with his back to them suddenly laugh.

"Why didn't you want to kill this time?"