After the pool was completed, the feather-robed old man had used up the last bit of his magic power. He struggled to walk to the center of the pool and sat down cross-legged.
At this moment, Shen Luo's heart trembled.
He naturally understood that the spiritual pool he saw in the cave was most likely the one in front of him. The corpse under the protection of the golden light should be transformed by the old man.
Shen Luo came to the side of the pool with mixed feelings. He saw the old man in the feather robe staring at the void in front of him with a sad expression.
At this time, the old man suddenly shook his wrist and a flying knife flew straight up. After hitting the ceiling of the cave, the tip of the knife turned straight down and fell straight toward his head.
He was obviously going to commit suicide before he died from his injuries!
Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he subconsciously pounced forward, wanting to catch the flying knife. However, the moment his body was in the air, it became light as a feather. His divine sense also became blurred, and then he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found that he had returned to his room on the bluestone ground of the Temple of Spring and Autumn.
The bright sun shone through the window and the sound of birds chirping rose and fell. It was early in the morning.
Shen Luo wanted to sit up, but he found that he was weak and couldn't get up for a while. Then, he lay down again. Various scenes in the previous dream kept appearing in his mind. He was a little absent-minded for a while.
He groped all over his body and soon found that the flaming spear and ice spear magic weapons that he had obtained in the dream were not on him. Even the elixirs that he hadn't had time to figure out what they were and the inner core of the demon fox were not on him.
"It seems that things in the dream can't be brought back to reality," Shen Luo murmured.
After that, he subconsciously ran the Nameless Divine Art and tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his lower abdomen. However, as soon as he ran the Nameless Divine Art, he felt that his meridians were blocked and his chest was stuffy. He almost choked and spat out blood.
When he tried to run the Nameless Divine Art, the amount of spiritual power that could be mobilized in his lower abdomen was pitifully small.
Moreover, when that bit of Fa Li was mobilized, it followed the Ren Meridian up to the Zigong Meridian. Surprisingly, it was blocked there, unable to move an inch forward.
This situation was exactly the same as when he first started cultivating the second level of the Nameless Divine Art.
Shen Luo struggled to sit up, once again trying to circulate the Nameless Divine Art to adjust the mana in his dantian.
The result was still the same. His magic power was really only at the first level of perfection.
"It seems that I was dreaming. How can I bring the realm I reached in my dream back to reality?" Shen Luo smacked his forehead and smiled bitterly.
Even so, the memory of breaking through to the second and even the third level of the cultivation method in his dream was still fresh in his mind. Especially the various experiences and understandings during cultivation, they were still vivid in his mind.
Immediately after, he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly tore off the front of his shirt to take a closer look.
However, the skin on his chest was as smooth as before, without the slightest scar. Under careful observation, there was no abnormality at all.
Shen Luo thought for a moment and understood that the finger bone was the same as the magical items, pills, and even the cultivation realm. They were all things in his dream and would not follow him back to reality.
All of a sudden, Shen Luo felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. He was so tired that he couldn't help but fall asleep again.
Almost at the same time.
In a mountain far away from the Temple of Spring and Autumn, a brand new temple had just been built. In the square in front of the main hall, a large number of monks and believers gathered. All of them had their hands clasped together and their eyes closed in prayer.
Inside the main hall, a six foot tall clay statue was covered with a layer of red cloth. When the auspicious time arrived, it would be removed by a respectable monk and the golden body of the Buddha would be blessed.
Outside the hall, in front of a huge copper stove, a fat man dressed in brocade stood upright, holding three thumb-thick incense sticks in his hands. He was excitedly waiting to burn the first stick of incense.
Inside the temple, a Skanda statue was holding a Vajra Pestle. Its eyes were glaring angrily as it examined the evils of the world. Behind it, the Maitreya Buddha was holding Buddhist beads, smiling and welcoming people.
Outside the door, two bamboo ladders had already been set up. Four young monks were working together to lift a large plaque and hang it on the top of the door.
The plaque was made of sandalwood, with red paint as the base and golden words written on it. There were three big words written on it: "Jialan Temple".
"Dong …"
At this moment, the auspicious time had just arrived. A loud bell rang from the temple and leisurely spread to the distance.
Not far from the temple, two hunters were standing in front of a cave in a barren mountain. They took down a large fox with mixed fur from a trap they had set up a few days ago. There were two arrows stuck in its body, and blood was still dripping from its wounds.
The fox was also holding a fat vole in its mouth and did not let go until it died.
The two hunters were happily discussing how to skin the fox and sell it to the market for some food. The meat would be brought back to the two families for a meal.
None of them knew that in the depths of the cave, a newborn fox with yellow fur was sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, it seemed to have heard the sound of a bell coming from the temple. A pair of tender eyes slowly opened, and its two furry sharp ears stood up and twitched a little.
…
The next morning.
Shen Luo regained his spirit after a full day and night of sleep.
When he went to the canteen for breakfast, he met Tian Tiesheng. The two of them had a simple conversation, and Shen Luo discovered something.
Previously, he had cultivated selflessly in the dream and spent a lot of time. But when he returned to reality, it was still only a night. It was as if he really had a long dream.
Shen Luo remembered that the two previous times he entered the dream, he also fell asleep at night and woke up the next morning.
He had some doubts in his heart. Could it be that no matter how much time he spent in the dream, it was only a night of sleep in reality?
After Shen Luo finished his breakfast, he quickly came to the shallow pond in the back of the mountain. He slowly closed his eyes and began to cultivate the second layer of the cultivation method.
He carefully recalled the scene of cultivating in the dream. The details of how the mana in his body flowed began to emerge in his mind bit by bit.
Shen Luo finally understood. When he first started cultivating, the mana rushed up but could not break through the Zigong point. The reason was not because of the amount of mana, but because he did not control it well. He could not make the mana in his dantian break through the bottleneck at the same time.
He made a gesture with both hands, and silently recited the formula of the cultivation method. In his sea of consciousness, he imagined the mana in his dantian as the arrowhead of an arrow. Holding the thought of finishing the task in one go, he urged it to rush up with all his strength.
There seemed to be a cool air in his Ren Meridian. In a flash, it rushed up rapidly, past the Yutang point in his chest, and straight to the Zigong point.
After repeating this a few times, a light "poof" sound was heard.
"It's through …" Shen Luo was delighted. The Zigong point suddenly opened and was occupied by the mana rushing up.
After clearing this acupoint, his confidence immediately increased by a few notches.
Even if the realm in the dream could not be brought back to reality, the feelings and experiences he had comprehended were still there. With these things, it would be a matter of course for him to break through the later Aperture acupoints!
Shen Luo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and once again recited the formula of the cultivation method, and continued to guide the mana to rush up the Huagai point.
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