Chapter 398: 398 Out of Trouble (+2)

Chapter 398: 398 Out of trouble (+2)

Zhang Rongfang fell silent.

Only now did he deeply realize that in front of such existences, ordinary people really come and die as many times as they like.

A group of people quickly cleaned up, Qing Su's face remained unchanged, although he was terrified, but after all, he was a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, arranged everyone, and followed Zhang Rongfang to leave the valley as quickly as possible.

It wasn't until the group returned to the garrison station before entering the canyon that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"My lord, this place is extremely dangerous. We suspect that the previous fog may have hallucinogenic toxicity, which caused us to have hallucinations, and then we were led into the valley by the hallucinations. In the end, we were attacked by poisonous bees and suffered heavy casualties."

Qing Su revisited the previous situation and summed up the reasons.

"Is it hallucinogenic toxin?" Zhang Rongfang looked deep into the canyon. There was no more fog there, but there was still a constant whirring of wind.

In the wind, it seemed that someone was talking about something.

But it was indistinct, and he couldn't hear it.

Although he couldn't hear it clearly, he could vaguely feel that the voice was very similar to the Xue Tong he met before.

"Stay nearby first, don't get too close. The poisonous fog here is too strong. All our antidotes can only relieve physical pain, and the hallucinations cannot be relieved." Zhang Rongfang ordered aloud.

"yes!"

Qing Su's complexion turned pale at this time, and she was not injured, but was frightened by the inexplicable death and injury.

After bringing so many elites in, half of them died out of nowhere.

Anyone who encounters such a thing feels heavy and horrified.

Zhang Rongfang has no time to pay attention to them.

He moved forward slowly and came to the edge of the flowing stream in the canyon.

"Little friend?"

"Little friend??"

The sound of the stream and the sound of the wind mixed together, as if someone was calling him.

"Senior Xue Tong!?" Zhang Rongfang called softly.

No one responded.

The sound of wind and water didn't seem to be the same as before, as if the shout he heard just now was just an illusion.

"Senior, all my people have been rescued. Now... as a reward, what do you need me to do? Just say it!"

Zhang Rongfang did not believe that everything just now was his own illusion.

With his body's vitality resistance, that bit of toxin couldn't possibly affect him.

Still no response.

There is peace and tranquility all around.

In the canyon in the distance, the air is clear, and the sounds of apes and birds are constantly singing.

Dark green rock walls, gray and white mixed with black valleys, sporadic green woodlands, blue and cloudless sky.

And the huge shadow cast by the mountain wall.

"Senior, I mean what I say, if you need help, you can come to me!"

Zhang Rongfang spoke again.

Still no answer.

There are only sounds of wind, water, birdsong and monkeys all around.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Holding the wishing bell, Zhang Rongfang turned around and walked out of the valley.

If there was no wishing bell, perhaps he would have thought that everything just now was caused by the poisonous fog.

But the things in his hands are clearly showing that everything just now is true.

"My lord, what is your hand?" Returning to the Songheguan team that blocked the entrance of the canyon.

Qing Su approached, planning to report the situation to him.

Suddenly she frowned slightly, and looked at Zhang Rongfang's right hand.

"I found this at the bottom of the valley." Zhang Rongfang shook the tattered wishing bell.

"What? Do you have anything in your hand?" Qing Su was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Rongfang was taken aback, and raised the wishing bell.

"This is it."

".Is there anything in your palm?" Qing Su looked at Zhang Rongfang's palm hesitantly.

"."

Zhang Rongfang suddenly fell silent.

He picked up the wishing bell and hung it in front of Qing Su.

"this."

But Qing Su still looked at Zhang Rongfang through the clock, as if she had clairvoyant eyes, able to see through the clock dial and see the scene here.

"My lord, stop joking with me." Her expression changed a little.

Zhang Rongfang was silent.

He took a deep breath and held the wishing bell for someone else.

"Excuse me, what do I have in my hand?"

"Go back to my lord, there is nothing."

"What do I have in my hand?"

"No"

"in my hand"

"What didn't you see?"

"in my hand"

"Glory! Your lord holds the glory! You will be invincible!"

"." Zhang Rongfang didn't look at this showman, raised the wishing bell, put it aside, and then took out the blood god statue he got before.

"Now, what do I have in my hand?"

Qing Su hesitated a little.

"A bloody statue." She answered honestly.

Zhang Rongfang finally understood at this time.

All the people present, except him, no one can see the wish bell.

He returned to the wishing clock and opened the property bar.

'Intuition Alert: What Are You Believing? What are you doubting again? '

The inexplicable reminder made everything more confusing.

Zhang Rongfang silently turned off the intuitive warning so as not to affect vision.

He sat aside, took a deep breath, and felt that everything that happened before was like a dream

The night slowly fell.

Zhang Rongfang sent a letter to his sister, while he stayed at the entrance of the canyon, waiting slowly.

He must figure out the context of all this!

Gods and Buddhas, Xuetong, clocks, statues, what are the differences and connections between them?

Mountain wind blowing, occasional drizzle.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

After Zhang Rongfang eats every day, he meditates by the stream and becomes samadhi.

During these times, he could always vaguely hear someone calling him in the stream.

But whenever he listened carefully and hard, he found nothing.

May the clock still be beside him, tattered and motionless.

The blood god statue was also in his pocket, and there was a crack on the surface.

Qing Su led the team back to Songhe Temple to deal with the aftermath and compensation.

Ten people were left nearby as defenders blocking the mouth of the canyon.

Zhang Rongfang also no longer allows ordinary people to enter and exit the canyon at will.

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The bright moon hangs high, and a slit of light is projected from the top of the canyon, shining on the stream, shining with scales.

Zhang Rongfang sat by the stream, tall and strong with a figure of more than two meters.

He was bare-chested, with clear blood lotus patterns on his back, and he was meditating peacefully.

Sitting in meditation is originally a state of concentrating and calming down, putting all your energy into doing exercises.

But today, Zhang Rongfang had a sudden whim, and didn't intend to run too bright and empty.

Instead, simply follow some meditation methods that I have seen in my previous life, and sit quietly.

In the past life, both the East and the West have similar meditation techniques.

The west is called meditation, and the east is called meditation, visualization, etc.

Among them, the most complicated exercises and routines are not used, and Zhang Rongfang only uses the most basic steps.

That is: imagine that your heart is empty. Listen to your own gentle heartbeat, in the rhythmic beating sound, gradually focus all your attention on the heartbeat, concentrate on it, forget about everything else, and finally get distracted slowly, entering the realm of forgetting both things and me.

He didn't know why he did it.

But since meeting Xue Tong, after hearing from him that he has doubts about the current Taoist head teacher, Yue Dewen.

He had slight doubts about Taishangming's meritorious deeds. I have doubts about the Taoist Tianbao Palace's previous strategy of only cultivating literary skills.

From the very beginning to the present, he has always practiced Daoist Wengong.

But at this time, he wanted to try a new kind of literary skill.

See what happens.

It was a whim.

No reason, no reason.

Just wanted to do it, that's all.

Soon, with the foundation of other literary skills, the most basic meditation was quickly achieved.

Zhang Rongfang sat by the stream, closed his eyes, and only heard his own heartbeat.

slowly.

slowly.

When he doesn't care.

All the sounds outside, wind, water, birds, and so on, like paint, mixed together to form a vague sound

'The Tao is stored in a thought. '

'Intentional or unintentional, let nature take its course, ever-changing, self-contained by doing nothing'

"Little friend, you are finally back"

The voice slowly became clearer and clearer.

Finally, Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes.

Under the mountain wall directly in front of him, in front of a locust forest.

There was a vague black figure standing, his robe swaying in the wind, swaying unsteadily, with his back facing him.

"senior?"

"It's me." Xue Tong's voice was mixed in the wind, looming. "You succeeded. But the god will not die, she is eyeing you now, be careful."

"Thank you for your help, senior. Is there anything you can do now?" Zhang Rongfang had vaguely grasped a certain trick at this time.

"I said it." Xue Tong replied, "Gods have immortality, they are absolutely immortal. But they can be forgotten. How to make them forget? It depends on who else remembers them."

"You mean!?" A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.

In the past, the Great Spirit often slaughtered the city directly for the sake of a few esoteric followers. Initially, there was great public dissatisfaction.

Now it seems

"Yes, only by killing all believers and all those who still remember its true appearance can they fall into the abyss of oblivion forever."

"So, I want you to completely eliminate all the followers of Wishing Girl. Don't let people remember her, don't let people mention her, and don't have any records in the records." Xue Tong's voice was intermittent.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood why the Great Spirit recorded some gods and Buddhas as secret teachings. No dissemination is permitted.

"Juniors, remember!"

"It's good to remember that there is something special about you that they can fight for, and don't easily show it in other places." Xue Tong continued.

"In return. Let me tell you the secrets of those god-worshiping warriors under the gods and Buddhas."

"Secret." Zhang Rongfang listened attentively.

"This secret."

The voice suddenly became smaller, weaker, and completely inaudible.

Zhang Rongfang's heart shuddered, he knew something was wrong.

Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly left the state of meditation.

Immediately, he calmed down again.

Time ticked by.

After about ten minutes, he re-entered the trance state.

"senior?"

"Remember, intentionally or unintentionally, now, I'll say it again. Immortality by worshiping God. It's not immortality, it's just a transfer."

"Transfer!?"

Zhang Rongfang was shocked.

"Every time they die, there will be a believer who will bear it on their behalf. This is a transfer"

Xue Tong's voice gradually sank.