You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 174 Zhuang Sheng Xiao Meng
After stepping into the fog, a faint sense of oppression came from all directions.

It's not hostility, nor is it an attack, but more like the oppression that comes from stepping into the deep sea.

A few petals appeared around her body, and the pressure on her body disappeared in an instant. She took out the small jade token from her sleeve, and recalled Hu Wen's appearance in her mind. She pressed her index finger on it and whispered:
"Hu Wenjia, Hu Wenjia, where are you going after leaving home?"

As the words fell, a slight pulling force came from above the jade pendant, as if guiding Zuo Chen forward.

After getting the information, he hung the jade pendant on his wrist again and followed the instructions.

The fog was too thick, and even with the Qi-observing technique it was difficult to discern the route, so Zuo Chen simply closed his eyes.

After everything around him became pitch black, the wind blew beside Zuo Chen's ears, gently telling him the direction of the road ahead.

He took a step forward, slowly, one footprint at a time, and his shadow stretched far away.

Zuo Chen didn't know how long he had been walking on this long road. The sound of the wind told him that there was still a long and narrow canyon around him and nothing else had appeared yet.

But after taking two more steps forward, it was as if he stepped on a dividing line, and something suddenly came alive next to Zuo Chen's ear.

He heard the sound of the wind blowing through the grassland, the sound of water flowing over the stone bed, heard a leap in the sky, colorful clouds floating in the wind, felt the setting sun shining on his body, and smelled the fragrance of the grass.

Suddenly, I felt a furry tail brushing past my feet, and a child's voice came from beside my ear:
"Taoist priest, why do you have your eyes closed?"

Zuo Chen slowly opened his eyes.

Only then did I realize that I had arrived at a bright and green grassland without knowing when.

White clouds are floating, the blue sky is painted with sunshine, the wind blows the grass low, and there are green mountains in the distance.

At his feet, a little fox with pure white fur was circling between his legs, running and jumping back and forth, looking up at Zuo Chen.

"Taoist priest, why did you open your eyes again?"

The little fox's voice was so childish, just like a child who had just learned to speak.

I don't know how old he is now.

Without directly answering the little fox's questions, Zuo Chen first looked back and found that it was still a dense grassland, and no canyons or fortresses could be seen.

This was a big dream, but Zuo Chen was very sure that he was not asleep. His three souls were still awake, and his seven spirits were still active.

In other words, this big dream has blurred the two worlds, and Zuo Chen can enter the dream with his own physical body.

But at the same time, Zuo Chen could also sense that the moment he entered the dream, this dream was trembling slightly.

His cultivation was too profound, and he could not bear this dream for too long. Now the whole dream was like a box stuffed with inappropriate foreign objects, and there was a risk of collapse at any time.

Looking at the mountains in the distance again, Zuo Chen felt a sense of understanding.

He had seen this mountain before.

That is Qingqiu.

I didn’t expect that I would return to this place again in my second dream.

When the little fox saw Zuo Chen didn't say anything, he tilted his head and asked suspiciously:
"Taoist priest, why don't you speak?"

Zuo Chen originally wanted to tease the little fox, but he soon discovered that the jade pendant on his wrist was making a slight sound.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and used the Qi Contemplation Technique towards the little fox.

This is a remnant of a dream, and the little fox in front of me has no breath at all.

Even so, Zuo Chen could roughly see that this little fox was probably Hu Wen's predecessor.

"What's your name?"

Zuo Chen half squatted down and asked the little fox.

"Wenjia, the name my mother gave me."

"Good to hear."

"That's right, my mother is amazing."

Zuo Chen reached out and touched the fur on the little fox's head. The little fox had no idea what the Taoist wanted to do and subconsciously tilted its head to avoid it.

Zuo Chen's palm was still pressing squarely on his forehead.

Well... although it is a broken dream, it feels good.

Anyway, this fox is not the real Hu Wen, so Zuo Chen naturally didn't feel any psychological burden in rubbing his head.

After rubbing it twice, Zuo Chen took his hand back and asked:
"Little fox."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever seen a young man?"

"Young man? No, I've been playing here the whole time, and you're the only one around me."

The fox shook his head.

Isn't it here...

Then he asked:
"Is Qingqiu ahead?"

"Yes, there is Qingqiu Mountain ahead, my home is there. Taoist priest, are you going to Qingqiu Mountain?" The little fox tilted his head: "But the Taoist Conference has been over for three months. Are you lost?"

Zuo Chen burst out laughing:

"Can a practitioner get lost for three months before finding the meeting place?"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm not lost. I've been here before when the convention started."

"what?"

Zuo Chen's words obviously made the little fox confused. His four legs began to kick backwards independently, with the left leg hitting the right leg and the right leg hitting the left leg.

"Then why did you come back?" He thought for a long time, and finally showed an expression of sudden enlightenment:

"I see. You must have left your things in Qingqiu, so you came back to get them, right? I used to always throw things in various places, and I couldn't find them even after searching for a long time."

"I didn't lose anything, but I can't find a person. Can you take me to see the elders of Qingqiu? They might know where that person is."

The little fox tilted his head, and his little brain seemed to spin. Just as he was about to nod, he shook his head several times in a daze:
"No! If I go back, my mother will catch me and spank me." "...You ran away from home?"

"The tribe has been very dull lately, and I was not allowed to go out to play. I didn't like it, so I ran away secretly."

The little fox pouted.

"It's not nice to run away from home."

"But the tribe is really boring."

Zuo Chen patted the little fox's head and wanted to say something to him, but suddenly he felt something in his heart.

This "dream" seems to be coming to an end.

I felt a little sorry, and suddenly I felt something, so I looked up:
I saw a graceful figure walking on the lawn not far away.

She had soft features, long black hair, two fox ears on her head, and was wearing a palace dress. She held a flower basket in her hand. As she walked slowly, petals of flowers fluttered around.

He knew this woman.

The leader of the Qingqiu immortals.

Zuo Chen had seen this person in Jiu'e's dream.

The woman also saw Zuo Chen. She bowed slightly in his direction, saluted, and then greeted him:
"Wen family, come here quickly. Don't bother the Master anymore."

When he heard the woman's voice, the fur on the little fox's body stood up. He looked back and found that the woman was very close to him, so he had to walk towards the woman dejectedly.

"How did my mother find this place?"

Zuo Chen smiled and tapped the little fox's head:
"Don't let your mother worry, go quickly."

"Oh……"

The little fox obviously pouted, but still nodded, and turned reluctantly to walk in the direction of Qingqiu Shou.

When he walked to Qingqiu Shou, the woman picked up the little fox from the ground and took it into her arms.

He nodded goodbye to Zuo Chen, turned around and walked away.

The scenery in all directions was like smoke and bubbles, drifting away with the wind.

In just a moment, the dream disappeared.

Zuo Chen opened his eyes, and was still surrounded by ocean-like fog, but the fog in the small space around him was unusually thin, with only a few wisps left, floating in the air like gauze.

When I looked up, I found that there was a Taoist temple in front of me without me noticing.

There was a faint milky white light outside the Taoist temple, and it was this light that dispelled the thick fog around it.

Zuo Chen rubbed his fingertips and felt that everything that had just happened was both real and like a dream.

He tilted his head slightly and looked around, and found that he had left the canyon near the fortress and came to a flat plain.

Although the fog is still thick, you can still see the scenery on both sides along this dirt road.

There are Buddhist temples, stone sculptures, street markets, and many other objects, stretching as far as the eye can see.

These are all Taoist magic items left behind by the immortals of the past. There are no immortals around, yet immortals are everywhere.

Some have stayed in this northern border for too long, and their Dao rhythm is almost exhausted, while some are still standing firm in silence, guarding the human world.

Zuo Chen lifted his robe and bowed, saying loudly:

"Thank you fellow Taoists for protecting the human world."

The light in the surrounding fog flickered, as if responding to Zuo Chen's words.

Looking up at the Taoist temple and raising his eyebrows, Zuo Chen discovered that something was wrong with the state of these immortal objects.

Although the Taoist temple in front of us has dispelled the fog, it is not like Yaoguang Yingyue that directly keeps the fog outside the temple.

At present, it seems more like just clearing the thick fog near itself to prevent the fog from obscuring the vision.

seem……

I did not regard the fog as an enemy.

It’s a pity that this Taoist temple couldn’t speak, so no matter how many questions Zuo Chen had in his mind, he had no way to ask.

Just continue along the path and follow the instructions of the jade pendant to find Hu Wen's trace.

The immortal ruins seemed to know where Zuo Chen was going. The surrounding stars and fireflies flickered in the mist, forming a long path in front of Zuo Chen.

When walking past the exquisitely carved stone sculpture of a child riding a cow, the child on the cow bowed and saluted towards Zuo Chen.

As I walked past an ancient tree planted by someone unknown, I saw its branches drooping downwards.

When passing a temple, you will see monks; when passing a tea stall, you will smell the aroma of tea; when passing a huge alchemy furnace, the blazing fire on top illuminates the way ahead and dispels the fog; when passing the rushing Yangtze River, the water splits into two in the middle, leaving a path forward.

Walking across this plain, Zuo Chen waved his sleeves backwards:

"Thank you, fellow Taoists."

It was a chorus of sounds, complementing each other.

When I got here, I looked at the jade pendant in my hand again, and the light above it was faintly shining.

Looking up, I saw a huge black and white barrier in front of me.

From the earth below to the sky above, scriptures are floating above. Upon closer inspection, they are actually Taoist scriptures.

Behind this barrier, the Black Sea was surging and the sky was completely dark, with no sunlight at all.

On the shore of the sea of ​​suffering, before doomsday, at the border of civilization, one step forward will lead to no daylight.

Zuo Chen picked up the jade pendant in his hand.

A slight pulling sensation came.

This jade pendant is pointing right at the bottom of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

(End of this chapter)