One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 365 Chapter 366: Those who take the shortcut will drown
Loneliness is the closest companion of those who practice spiritual practice.

But others say that people who practice cultivation will not feel lonely, because they have been immersed in the understanding of the "Tao", and the feeling of getting closer to the Tao step by step is enough to make the body and mind happy.

That's why some people would become addicted to it. Zhao Fuyun felt that the slaves of darkness belonged to this category. The law of 'darkness' in this darkness was extremely strong. The creatures here were too obsessed with the perception of the law of 'darkness', and finally they fell into darkness and became slaves of darkness.

As Zhao Fuyun was walking, he suddenly saw a wooden house in front of him.

The mud house was covered with some unknown grass that grew in the darkness. The grass leaves were tough and woven together to form a roof.

At some point, it started raining in the darkness.

The rain was not heavy, mixed with the wind, and fell into the forest that appeared at no time.

The wooden house is right on the edge of the forest.

In Zhao Fuyun's eyes, darkness is not pure darkness. Only those who cannot see darkness clearly will think that darkness is a pure color.

There is also fog in the darkness, which can block vision.

The forest was filled with fog, which was entangled between the leaves and the grass.

And half of the cabin was in the fog.

There was a man in front of the cabin, a thin old man with a wisp of gray beard. He stood there with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky with a frown, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhao Fuyun stood there looking at him. He seemed to be immersed in a certain state, with some kind of magical rhyme surrounding him.

This person is at least a Jindan cultivator, because from the Dharma rhythm surrounding him, one can vaguely see some scenes.

Zhao Fuyun narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that every time he walked, a string of shadows would be left behind him. Those shadows seemed to have their own thoughts. Some looked up at the sky like him, some looked down at the ground, some looked at the mountains and forests, and some scratched their ears like monkeys.

There was actually a person who looked like a female. She had a mirror in her hand and was looking at her own reflection.

Zhao Fuyun tried his best to make his gaze less aggressive, but if he wanted to see clearly in the darkness, especially to see the shadow of this person, he would need golden eyes and fiery eyes.

So, after just watching for a while, the monkey-like shadow among the many shadows of the old man saw Zhao Fuyun, but as the old man walked, his shadows followed passively, being pulled into a string, but disappeared when the old man stopped.

Or rather, it is not disappearing, but more precisely overlapping with the old man.

When the body stops, the mind stops. When the mind stops, all shadows merge together and disappear.

However, after he stopped, he would quickly start walking again, and when he walked, a string of shadows were pulled out behind him, and these shadows pulled out were like his past that he left behind.

The string of shadows dragged out this time were similar to the previous ones. One of them had seen Zhao Fuyun's shadow, and looked for Zhao Fuyun as soon as it appeared.

In this way, Zhao Fuyun immediately understood that these shadows that grew as he moved would not disappear at any time, but would exist forever.

And they have their own consciousness, or it can be said that this is actually the result of the old man's many thoughts.

Zhao Fuyun felt that this monkey-like shadow should represent the naughty and restless side of this person.

After he discovered Zhao Fuyun, it was as if he had discovered a new world, or a fun toy. Then he shouted silently, and his restlessness seemed to have alarmed the other shadows.

The shadow looking in the mirror turned its gaze from the mirror and looked towards Zhao Fuyun. Zhao Fuyun felt that her gaze was a little confused.

Then, the shadows that were looking at the sky, the earth, and the fog all looked towards Zhao Fuyun. At this point, the old man stopped. He seemed to be disturbed and a little irritated. He seemed to be in deep thought, but someone kept saying in his ear that a stranger was coming.

The thin old man was finally pulled away, and he looked towards Zhao Fuyun. Then Zhao Fuyun saw his eyes quickly change from confusion to madness.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun felt that darkness was rapidly gathering on his body.

"You have sinned against the heavens..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mirror appeared in his hand. The mirror was pitch black and shone towards Zhao Fuyun. Zhao Fuyun looked at the mirror and it was as if he saw the dark sky.

The 'sky' in this darkness is this black night.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the mirror and suddenly had an illusion. He felt that the sky in the mirror was turning into a real sky and pressing down on him.

Press it down and it will be reflected in the mirror.

He felt that he was about to sink into the darkness in the mirror. At this moment, light burst out from his body. He was like a human-shaped lamp, piercing the darkness like a broken mirror.

At this moment, his entire body was separated from the darkness, and the feeling of being swallowed by the darkness disappeared.

Zhao Fuyun thought the other person's mirror was magical.

"I'm just passing by and don't mean to disturb you." Zhao Fuyun said.

But the other party did not answer at all. He just shouted: "Catch him."

In the thick dark light behind him, human figures suddenly rushed out.

He seemed to be able to summon living beings.

Zhao Fuyun discovered that the people he summoned were the shadows that had just followed him.

He summoned himself.

Those shadows emerged from the darkness and quickly solidified.

They each hold a magical weapon that seems to exist but does not.

Zhao Fuyun believed that if he wanted to take action, he must strike first.

Even if you act later, you must be the first to arrive.

If all these cannot be done, one must accumulate advantages in each round of fighting.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand and clenched it in the air, then turned it over. A ball of fire appeared in the palm of his hand, and a mysterious lamp with black and gold colors appeared in his hand.

The lights on the lamps burst into brilliant and dazzling light, and the summoned figures suddenly burned up in the light.

Zhao Fuyun formed his right hand into a sword finger and crossed it in the air.

The darkness seemed to be torn apart, and the old man hiding in the darkness had to show himself because the curtain of darkness was torn apart.

The light from the lamp penetrated every hole. The moment he appeared, the light had already shone in through the gaps.

The golden flames burned through the darkness, and the protective light on the body of the crazy thin old man was burned out, and the golden light shone into his eyes.

Burning is the fate of the light.

Life in the darkness cannot withstand the illumination of fire, not to mention that the lamp in Zhao Fuyun's hand is a magical treasure.

The flame on the lamp above is a three-legged golden crow, which can be said to be a dharma image of red flame.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the person in front of him who was burned to ashes, and he felt a contradictory calmness in his heart.

It seems that everything should be like this, and it is like this.

He was even a little dazed.

I wonder if my past was just a dream, an illusion after walking in the darkness for too long.

This thought flashed through his mind, and he kicked the ashes on the ground with his foot, and found that the opponent's magic weapon was actually destroyed in the flames.

He looked at the misty mountain and left instead of going in.

Shortly after he left, the door of the wooden house was opened from the inside, and a thin old man walked out of the house, his eyes full of thought. He put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and walked in circles in front of the wooden house, tirelessly.

Zhao Fuyun saw a river, and then walked upstream along the river, walking and walking.

In the darkness, two people were already waiting on the hill ahead.

It was Fourth Aunt. There was a half-human, half-snake creature floating beside her. He was none other than Suifeng, who had almost died at the hands of Zhao Fuyun.

On the other side of the mountain, there was another strong man standing there. This man was none other than Chunshengjun, whom Zhao Fuyun had met at Huxiao Villa.

(End of this chapter)