I cross the cold pond

A moment after Yan Qinghe came back, the black energy he had just subdued rushed towards the few remaining people in their courtyard.

Yan Qinghe reached out his hand very quickly to stop Xu Ziru and Uncle Liu, he stepped forward to wrestle with the black mist, and sternly ordered: "Liuying Linglong, you two quickly go to the good man's room to perform Array.

Immediately after the formation was cast, I came out, and I took this devilish energy into the good man's dream. "

Pushed by Yan Qinghe, Xu Ziru staggered a few steps. Hearing this, he immediately turned to Uncle Liu who was beside him: "Uncle Liu, briefly explain the Three Treasures dream to me."

"The Kunlun mirror lures obsessive people to take the Nuwa stone and enter the dream of the Three Treasures."

While hiding, Uncle Liu explained to Xu Ziru, "The Three Jewels are originally the Three Jewels of Buddhism, which are intended to enable people to achieve consummation, forget their troubles, and be liberated from Nirvana."

Xu Ziru raised his eyes to look at Yan Qinghe who was fighting with the undead demonic energy, and he frowned.

Uncle Liu said: "Originally, the dream of the Three Treasures that people enter is a beautiful dream. In order to achieve perfection, after waking up, thinking that everything is in vain, then you can also get rid of obsession."

Xu Ziru: "Then?"

Uncle Liu said: "A person who entered the dream through the Nuwa stone once said that after entering the dream, you will forget the dream and reality, and you can't determine whether the reality is a dream or the dream is reality.

So the dream of the Three Treasures is also called Zhuang Zhou's dream. "

The mood is free and clear: "I don't know if it's you dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of you?"

Uncle Liu nodded: "Other people's written records say that you thought you were dead and lived a new life.

All things that have not been consummated seem to be able to achieve consummation by themselves. "

Xu Ziru was taken aback when he heard the words, he opened his eyes suddenly, eagerly: "Then how do you know if you are in a dream?"

Uncle Liu was silent for a while: "You have to find the Nuwa stone in your dreams, and when you are happiest, make up your mind to leave the dream you wove by relying on the guidance of the Nuwa stone."

Xu Ziru thought for a while and understood, he smiled and said: "If the dream is a life of infinite happiness, then who would like to wake up to the reality that everything is gone."

Uncle Liu said: "That's why many people never woke up again."

Xu Ziru understood. He stared at Yan Qinghe in the air, and asked unconsciously, "Is he planning to find the Nuwa Stone in the Three Treasures Dreamland?"

Uncle Liu said: "A few years ago he discovered that the Nuwa stone in the Kunlun mirror had disappeared, and he tried many methods to enter the Three Treasures dream, but the Kunlun mirror did not respond.

This time, the good man got the Nuwa Stone in the Kunlun Mirror and entered the Three Treasures Dreamland. "

Xu Ziru retracted himself and looked at Yan Qinghe, his face was calm: "How will he enter the Three Treasures dreamland?"

Uncle Liu stretched out his hand and pointed: "It depends on the devilish energy overflowing from this Kunlun mirror."

Xu Ziru turned his head and glanced at him, and after a long while, he asked, "Wouldn't that mean you're going to be completely bewitched?"

Uncle Liu sighed and lowered his voice: "Qinghe has a noble nature, he will definitely be able to contend with these monsters."

Xu Ziru snorted from his nasal cavity, thinking about heartless people who can't even invade monsters?

Xu Ziru asked: "Then what are we going to do? Is there anything I need to do?"

Uncle Liu said, "We can only wait."

Although the two of them seemed to communicate peacefully, the situation in the courtyard was actually very urgent.

Yan Qinghe held down his sword, delaying time in the air, and he had to let the demonic energy avoid Xu Ziru and Uncle Liu.

Although Yan Qinghe was skilled in spells, he had no way to deal with this cloud of demonic energy that couldn't be killed.

And this demonic energy has completely invaded Anxi's body in a short period of time, and it wrapped Anxi in a fight with Yan Qinghe.

A few drops of sweat dripped from Yan Qinghe's forehead, and his body moved to the roof in an instant, and the cloud of black mist chased after him.

Xu Ziru stood on the spot and shook his feet, he asked Uncle Liu: "Didn't the Yanqinghe spell suppress this cloud of black air for half a stick of incense before? Why don't you suppress it again?"

Uncle Liu didn't bother to answer his question. This devilish energy couldn't be suppressed at all. If he repeatedly used spells to suppress it, it would be counterproductive.

The two of them watched half a cup of tea as spectators below, when Liu Ying and Ling Long ran over quickly.

"Brother! The magic circle has been set up!" The two of them said in unison.

Yan Qinghe moved quickly to the room of the benefactor, Xu Ziru was still holding a candle in his hand, he did not speak, silently staring at Yan Qinghe who was entangled in the black mist.

Yan Qinghe disappeared in front of his eyes with the cloud of black mist, Xu Ziru couldn't hold back his feet and moved forward half an inch.

For no reason, he remembered the time when he feasted on Qinghe in his previous life to suppress demons with his body. He wondered what he was thinking when he was feasting on Qinghe. Would he regret it? Did he ever have a little nostalgia for this world in his heart?

What responded to him was the rustling of the wind in the courtyard, as well as the crackling sound of Liuying and Linglong walking over with the soles of their shoes stepping on the ground.

Xu Ziru looked up at the eternal moon in the sky, which hung on the roof, shining on the earth without sorrow or joy.

"Uncle Liu."

Liu Ying and Ling Long came over and called Uncle Liu in a low voice.

Uncle Liu responded, and it took Linglong a long time before she said in a low voice, "Senior brother asked us to set up the spirit-suppressing formation, so we should be able to come out, right?"

Liuying straightened her back under the moonlight, she raised her head and replied in a cold voice: "Of course."

Xu Ziru couldn't hold back and asked again: "What else should we do?"

Liu Ying glanced at him before she wanted to say "no need", when she suddenly saw something rolled up behind Xu Ziru, her expression changed: "Xu Ziru!"

Her voice was cracked when she spoke.

Xu Ziru froze for a moment, feeling the presence of danger reflexively, without turning his head, he stretched out his hands and pushed the three people in front of him forward, and then moved to the side.

Because the movements were too slow, Xu Ziru could clearly feel the thick cold air sticking up behind him, Xu Ziru shivered, and his turning movements slowed down.

Then he heard countless whispering ghostly voices sticking behind him, he felt his hands and feet became heavier, and the distorted breath of those voices made him almost unable to breathe.

He felt angry for a while, sad for a while, and the colors faded away a little bit wherever he looked.

He heard Linglong's hoarse scream: "Junior brother—!"

It wasn't until Xu Ziru reacted a little slowly that he must have been stuck by the devilish energy.

This magic energy will magnify the bad emotions in people's hearts and make people addicted.

Xu Ziru took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and thought of ways to save himself.

——Yan Qinghe wants to lead the devilish energy into the room of the great benevolent person, and enter the Three Treasures Dreamland with the devilish energy.

Xu Ziru's thoughts were blurred for a long time before he managed to maintain such thoughts. His body was faster than his mind, and he ran in the opposite direction to Linglong and the three of them.

The whispers in Xu Ziru's ears seemed to be in his head.

The voice muttered: "What have you gained from admiring your elder brother for so many years, is it worth it?"

It rambled and continued to arouse Xu Zirou's negative emotions: "Are you lonely, Xu Zirou? Where do you come from? Is there any place in this world that is really your home? Is there any place that really belongs to you? "

"Look, even your elder brother doesn't want you."

Xu Ziru's eyes were reddened by the sound, and suddenly a cold hand grabbed his wrist, Xu Ziru looked over in a blur of consciousness.

Eldest brother Yan Qinghe's hair was also messed up, and his clothes were also messed up. He pursed his lips and stared at Xu Zizi, who was half-wrapped in the black mist.

"You feel comfortable."

His voice seemed to be squeezed from the slit in his throat.

"Let go, me!" Xu Ziru uttered these words from his throat with great difficulty, he wanted Yan Qinghe to tell himself what else he could do at this moment.

Yan Qinghe's grip tightened even more, and the cloud of black mist almost wrapped around Yan Qinghe's body from behind Xu Ziru.

Xu Ziru squeezed out the word "roll" from between his teeth.

And the black mist behind this seemed to feel the anger of Xu Ziru, it suddenly swelled up, and the mist on the top directly condensed into a solid body, and the black mist-like entity condensed into a long sword, and it was about to Stab at Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe tugged on Xu Ziru's wrist, but did not even hide.

"Senior brother—" Linglong, who had rushed over, saw this situation and shouted involuntarily.

Yan Qinghe seemed to have regained his senses, he let go of his grip on Xu Ziru's wrist, and took a few steps back.

Xu Ziru began to feel peaceful from his anger, he blinked his eyes, and wanted to close them sleepily.

"Xu Ziru!" Yan Qinghe called his name again, and he stepped forward again.

Xu Ziru slowly opened his eyes, and after a while he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I don't like you that much, Yan Qinghe."

Yan Qinghe stepped forward, reaching out his hand to catch Xu Ziru who was sinking deeper and deeper into the black mist.

The long sword condensed from the black air was waving in the air without any rules.

"Senior brother!" Linglong stepped forward and wanted to pull Yan Qinghe away, but saw the always bright and bright senior brother with red eyes, "Senior brother?"

Linglong was a little puzzled, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the long sword condensed by the black air swinging straight at her elder brother.

Linglong used all her strength to push the senior brother away, and then she felt a chill in her chest, so she raised her eyes to look at the senior brother: "Senior brother..."

Before she finished speaking, her whole body limp on the ground.

Xu Ziru was sleepy at first, but when he saw this scene in the blink of an eye, he suddenly became energetic and shouted: "Yan Qinghe, wake me up! Tell me what I should do next?"

Yan Qinghe closed his eyes abruptly, and he recited the Duan Qingxin mantra to himself with his fingers pinched, and when he opened his eyes again, he had completely recovered his clarity.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Linglong who was lying silently on the ground. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Stay awake, recite the mantra of pure heart in your heart, and take this evil spirit to the good man's house."

The sound in Xu Ziru's ears was like wood scraping the table, and it drilled into his brain one by one, causing him a splitting headache, and he couldn't immediately lose consciousness. He half-opened his eyes and murmured weakly: "I won't It's not like you don't know about reciting the mantra of clearing your heart."

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "You guide this group of things to the good man's room. There is a spirit suppressing array in the good man's room, which can prevent your soul from being led into the abyss."

Xu Ziru gave a soft "hmm", and he wasn't quite sure whether he had reached the door of Dashan's room in the end, so he only asked in a low voice at the last moment of consciousness: "Little Senior Sister?" Is she dead?

Yan Qinghe didn't reply.

Xu Ziru completely fell into the darkness.

Xu Ziru lost his voice just after entering the Dashanren's room. Yan Qinghe stood at the door of the room for a moment, and he suddenly felt a little dazed.

Suddenly, a coal ball with a tail rolled out of the black mist that engulfed the mind. The coal ball had eyes and a tail, and could jump.

Yan Qinghe stared at the little monster that rolled out, and that thing bounced and jumped to Yan Qinghe's side.

Yan Qinghe stared down at this lifeless thing with no expression on his face, and saw that this thing jumped up suddenly, and it jumped straight into Yan Qinghe's chest happily as if seeing a relative.

It was only when Yan Qinghe raised the Yunjiao sword in his hand that the coal ball hit his chest.

The impact was not big, and the briquettes were also black balls the size of a palm.

However, at the moment when it rushed over, Yan Qinghe felt as if his soul had been hit hard. He even stepped back two steps when he was hit by the ground unsteadily, and finally managed to stabilize himself by using his sword as a crutch to support himself on the ground. Steady figure.

The briquettes sank into Yan Qinghe's heart.

Yan Qinghe supported his body that was about to fall with his sword, and after holding on for a long time, he suddenly raised his head.

He opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the black mist, his face was full of disbelief, his eyes were red, and after a few breaths, he dropped the Yunjiao sword used to support his body, almost He staggered towards the black mist.

Xu Ziru's body had completely disappeared into the black mist, Yan Qinghe's thin lips trembled uncontrollably, and his gaze was fixed on Xu Ziru's few fingers that hadn't completely disappeared into the black mist.

Moving his body faster than his mind, Yan Qinghe reached out and grabbed Xu Ziru's fingers that were about to disappear into the black mist.

The black mist scorched Yan Qinghe's palms and clothes quickly like a fire, until it licked Yan Qinghe's whole body.

It wasn't until then that Yan Qinghe knew that the monster that Xu Ziru had been hiding all along.

It is the inner demon that cannot be burned by oneself, cannot be killed by oneself, cannot be suppressed, and cannot be restrained.

Master Xu Lingzi once comforted him and said: "Qinghe, that's a demon in your heart. You have demonic obstacles in your heart, that's why you behave like this."

He asked his master, "What is a heart demon?"

The master told him, "It's all delusions, all delusions."

He said to Master: "But what it brings me is happiness, and I am more happy than suffering."

The master looked down at him, as if he was looking at a stubborn and ignorant child: "The moment of life, whether it is happiness or pain, is just a fleeting moment.

Just put it down"

Yan Qinghe didn't know how to refute Master at that time, but suddenly got an answer at this moment.

He thought it shouldn't be a demon.

Because it is harmless, it cannot be killed or destroyed, and it can be eternally regenerated even if it is pulled away thousands of times...

It is the feeling that I, as a human being, should have.

The author says:

Hehehe, I saw that some friends already guessed what briquettes are hehehe