I wouldn't fall in love with an old enemy

Before the disciples who were watching the fun left, Lin Lang randomly pulled over someone who looked dumbfounded, and asked him, "How do I get to the Sutra Pavilion?"

The former head of the Feisheng explained before that Chiyu Palace can do whatever is mainly done by him.Even so, the disciple's legs were weakened by the mighty coercion of Lord Mozun, and he was trembling when he spoke: "Here, beside the Qingjing Hall...w-why I will take you there."

Lin Lang gave a "huh" to show his agreement, the little disciple wiped off his sweat, brought Lin Lang to the Sutra Pavilion, and ran away as if he had oiled his soles.

Taoist Xuanqing had indeed confessed before, so Lin Lang did not encounter any obstacles when he entered the scripture storage pavilion.

Lin Lang wanted to find a way to travel to other worlds, but there are so many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and they can't be searched first like libraries in modern society.Unless Lin Lang is extremely lucky, the chances of finding a book he wants right away without someone else's guidance are very small.

And the flow of time here is different from that in modern society. After he came back, he just looked at the broken mirror for almost a day, and searched for books in this scripture pavilion for another day and night, but still had nothing to gain.

Lin Lang really felt what it means to be anxious.

When he didn't know how many times he scratched his hair in a mess, he suddenly felt blessed.

Lin Lang stuffed back the book he had just drawn out and hadn't read yet, and ran out of the Sutra Pavilion, grabbing the disciple who was guarding the door and wanting to question him.Lin Lang spent a day and a night in the Sutra Pavilion. The disciple on duty had already changed. He didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he saw that this disciple looked exactly like Hua Xiangrong!

But Lin Lang could only sigh with emotion as a coincidence, and then immediately asked about the business: "Is there a disciple named Lian Sheng here?"

There are many outer sect disciples of the Shangshui Sect, and the disciples may not know each other, but Lin Lang was really lucky this time, and the NPC who randomly pulled over to ask questions was actually a gossip expert.

Seeing that the interrogator was Lin Lang, the little gossip expert nodded, remembering the explanation of the former head, "Yes, it's just that there was something wrong with him when he went down the mountain to do the task before. I'm afraid you can't find him."

Lin Lang thumped in his heart: "Dead?"

The disciple who looked the same as Hua Xiangrong hurriedly said: "That's not true, it's just that he fainted, and he hasn't woken up until now. I don't know what happened."

Lin Lang stroked his train of thought, then asked after a while: "Then... where are your senior brothers?"

The disciple hesitated for a while, but still answered truthfully: "I... also fainted."

Now Lin Lang can be sure that both of these two people should have their souls transmigrated into the bodies of other people in modern society.It is not accurate to say that it is someone else's body, after all, their appearance after passing through is the same as before.Lin Lang had heard before that there are many parallel worlds outside of the world of comprehension, and each person can also exist in a different world. Simply put, it is the same person with many clones, but each individual are independent between.Just like the person in front of him, he is the same person as Hua Xiangrong, but not the same person.

Lin Lang asked again: "Then do you know where their bodies are temporarily placed?"

The disciple nodded triumphantly, glanced left and right, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "You really asked the right person, others may not know, I am Bai Xiaosheng who is known as Shangshuizong..."

Lin Lang was quite anxious, but he still didn't interrupt his long series of triumphant self-boasting.

"Eldest senior brother and that outer disciple named Lian Sheng are both placed in a secret room in the head's residence, but I don't know how to get into the secret room."

Lin Lang asked ruthlessly: "Aren't you Bai Xiaosheng of Shangshui sect?"

"That's not omniscient..." The little disciple blushed for a while when asked, but quickly regained his composure, "By the way, I heard that the Red Jade Palace Master has a little friendship with our senior brother. That's why I've been asking about Eldest Brother..."

Where did this strange rumor come from!Although there seems to be nothing wrong with it...

"You don't have to worry too much. Our head, Feisheng, told us before that we shouldn't worry about Senior Brother and the others. We will wake up when the time comes."

Lin Lang thought about it carefully, this should mean that he will come back after he dies in modern society.

The speed of time flow on the two sides is different. For a cultivator, a small amount of time may pass in the blink of an eye, but for Zhong Mingzhi, who is now a mortal and living in the modern age, it is literally decades.

And decades of being alone.

Lin Lang thanked the little disciple, and inquired about Taoist Xuanqing's original residence.

After I came here, I thought I would spend some time looking for the secret room, but when I opened the door, I saw a piece of paper on the table, with vigorous calligraphy written on it: I knew you would come , the second floor of the bookcase, you're welcome.

Lin Lang rolled his eyes.

The content on this paper is ambiguous, and others may not know what they are talking about after reading it, but Lin Lang knew that it must be related to Zhong Mingzhi, so he went to the bookcase and moved all the books on the second floor. When I came out, I found a copper ball embedded in the bottom.

As soon as the copper ball was turned, the bookcase made a "creaking" sound and turned. After turning [-] degrees, an entrance suddenly appeared behind it.

Lin Lang ignited a fire in his palm and jumped into it.

Walking down the long stairs, I don't know how many floors I walked, and the vision finally became wider. It turned out to be a stone room.

There were two stone platforms that came into view, and there were two people lying on them. The person who was closer to Lin Lang was someone he didn't know, probably the outer disciple named Lian Sheng.

On the other stone platform, lying there was the person who made Lin Lang worry about him.

Completely different from the elites in modern times, Zhong Mingzhi, who was wearing the white robe of Shangshuizong, was a handsome and personable young man. Even if his eyes were closed at the moment as if he was asleep, it was hard to hide his extraordinary demeanor.

Lin Lang leaned over...

...stretched out ruthless claws to pinch Zhong Mingzhi's handsome face.

After playing enough, he left another light kiss on the smooth forehead of the sleeping bell.

Lin Lang lit the fire in his palm, and walked around the stone room by the light of the fire, and finally found a sundial in the southwest corner of the stone room.

He remembered that Lian Sheng said before that he crossed inexplicably because he came across a sundial by accident.It seems that when the people of Shangshuizong found Lian Sheng who was unconscious outside, they brought the sundial back by the way.

Maybe Zhong Mingzhi also passed through this sundial.

Lin Lang hurriedly touched the sundial, but nothing happened.

He was a little discouraged, and squatted down to see if there were any other clues. He found a letter stuffed in the gap in the stone wall next to him. He took it out and saw that it was left by Taoist Xuanqing again.

This old guy is really annoying!Why can't we explain things clearly at once!

With such slander, Lin Lang still read the letter carefully.

According to the letter, this sundial is something left by the ancient immortals, and it can indeed allow people to travel through time and space, but it depends on chance, that is, it is possible for the soul to pass through when the life in another world is weak, otherwise it cannot Take people's homes for no reason.

Lin Lang thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the case. Na Lian Sheng said that he woke up in the hospital, which meant that the original owner of his body was a dying patient.

And Zhong Mingzhi said that he has memories from childhood to adulthood, it is very likely that... in another world, Zhong Mingzhi might have died young.

It's amazing to say that the same person, in some worlds, is a child of heaven and destiny, but in other worlds, he cannot grow up safely.

But if the self in the other world is fine, he won't be able to pass through... that's impossible!After all, he has the same face as himself, what if Zhong Mingzhi meets that impostor again if he can't make it through? !

...but there seems to be no solution.

Lin Lang frowned and continued to read the letter.

In the letter, Taoist Xuanqing said that Liansheng was really a coincidence, and he accidentally touched the sundial to open the space-time channel, but it is not so troublesome to open this channel normally.

Those who have a chance can walk freely just by touching the sundial at noon.But if there is no chance, this sundial is just an ordinary timekeeping tool.

It is You time now, and it is too long before noon, Lin Lang dare not delay for a moment.

Biting his lip, Lin Lang suddenly had an idea.

He lit a larger palm fire, simulating the angle of the sun, so that the shadow of the sundial pointer just pointed to the noon hour.

I don't know if it is feasible. After all, the current time is not really at noon, but the working principle of the sundial is used to create the illusion that "it is already noon".

Lin Lang raised his hand high, holding the fire in his palm in a very strange posture. Because of this posture, the other hand could not touch the sundial, so he raised it and retreated to rub it.

Fortunately, it is this body that has been cultivated for many years. If it is still the mortal body in modern society, Lin Lang might kneel if he persists in such a strange posture for a few seconds.

However, the sundial did not respond.

Lin Lang didn't give up, and insisted on taking photos for a while.

...still nothing.

Just when Lin Lang was about to put away the fire in his palms and take a rest, as Lian Sheng described before, suddenly there was a burst of white light.

He has entered the space-time channel!

Consciousness gradually disappeared, and when he woke up again, Lin Lang had returned to modern society.

It was the end of September when he left, and it was already December when he came back. Lin Lang obviously felt a chill hit his body, and he subconsciously tightened the padded jacket on his body.

Why does the padded jacket smell like saliva...

Lin Lang opened his eyes, first looked at the dirty old padded jacket on his body, and then looked around the surrounding environment, in a word, it was broken.

A small room, dark and dull, the walls and ceiling looked as if they were blackened by smoke, and in some places the walls were so dusty that the bricks inside the walls were exposed.In addition, the house is also full of various sundries and farm tools.

The bed he was lying on couldn't be called a bed at all, it was just a few wooden planks padded with stones, and a layer of quilt was laid as a mattress.

Lin Lang was a little crazy, and scratched his hair habitually.

Then he found that what he touched was not soft hair, but some thorny stubble.This body seems to have been shaved.

Lin Lang's eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

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