Early in the morning, the sound of birds chirping could be heard. A ray of sunlight passed through the branches of the Yingke Pine, squeezed through the half-open window, and shone on the cheeks of the person on the bed.
Shen Luo's eyelids trembled slightly. He squinted his eyes a little and immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes.
"Hiss …"
As soon as he raised his hand, a cramp of muscle soreness immediately hit him, and his consciousness was immediately awakened.
A strong sense of panic immediately rose from the bottom of his heart. Shen Luo sat up from the bed, shrank his body, and hurriedly looked around.
Not far from the wall in front of him, there was a narrow table with a stack of old books piled up on it. Not far from the table, there was a window and a door side by side. All of this was so strangely familiar.
Shen Luo's face showed an expression of ecstasy. He lowered his head to look at his body.
His clothes were intact. Although the soreness on his body was unbearable, there were no scars at all. It felt like the discomfort caused by excessive exercise.
A familiar smell of mold mixed with sandalwood rushed into his nose, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
At this time, Shen Luo finally believed that he was in the residence of the Temple of Spring and Autumn, and not in the gloomy ghost village.
"What happened last night was just a nightmare!" Shen Luo touched the real wooden bed under his body and let out a long breath. Last night's events were still vivid in his mind. For a moment, it gave him an illusion that it was a lifetime ago.
Shen Luo lifted his sleeves and wiped his forehead. Only then did he realize that his forehead and sideburns were already soaked with sweat. Even his back was damp. Some of the sweat stuck to his back, making him feel very uncomfortable.
He sat on the bed for a while in a daze. Only then did he realize that it was already past his usual time to wake up. It seemed that even his morning practice was going to be delayed.
"It's just a dream …" Shen Luo muttered to himself in a low voice as if he was trying to convince himself. Then, he moved his body and got off the bed.
Who would have thought that just as his feet stepped on the green cloth shoes and stood up, he felt his legs go soft and he fell forward. When he tried to use his arms to support his body, he found that his arms were also sore and powerless, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Ouch …"
Shen Luo wailed and struggled to get up from the ground. Little by little, he sat on the edge of the bed.
At this time, he noticed that there was something wrong with his body. Although his bones were not good to begin with, it was obvious that he was very weak now.
"What the hell is going on?" He began to feel a little shocked. If it was just a simple sleep and a nightmare, it definitely wouldn't be like this.
In fact, since the Yin Qi invaded his body, Shen Luo had a lot of nightmares. He had encountered all kinds of strange dreams. But now that he thought about it carefully, the feeling was completely different from what he experienced last night.
Moreover, if it was really a dream, how could his memory of the dream be so clear and real? And how could his body be so tired? It was as if he had really experienced a fierce battle.
But if it was not a dream, how could he explain it? Could it be that he really sleepwalked down the mountain, went to a village at the foot of the mountain, and then sleepwalked back?
But it didn't make sense. Last night in the mountain village, he even lost his life. His body was full of scars, and his clothes were tattered. It should not be like this.
Thinking of this, Shen Luo's expression became uncertain. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what happened last night was too strange. He felt that his head seemed to be a little bigger.
He rubbed his eyebrows with his hand, leaned back, and simply lay down on the bed again.
There was a "bang" sound.
Shen Luo felt that the back of his head seemed to have hit something hard. He suddenly sat up and hurriedly turned around to take a look.
He saw that on the bedside, there was a rectangular yellow object. It was the "treasure" that he had found earlier, the mysterious ancient jade pillow. The pillow that was originally made of rattan was pushed to the side and stuck to the wall.
Shen Luo was stunned!
Last night, he actually slept on this jade pillow for the whole night, and he didn't know it!
But he clearly remembered that before he went to sleep last night, he put this thing on the table with the pile of ancient books. How could it be on his bed?
"Could it be that … the nightmare last night was related to this? Or is it that this jade pillow itself is not clean? "
He remembered that there was a record in "Zhang Tianshi's Demon Subduing Chronicles". It said that a scholar in Qi 'an County of Lingnan picked up an ancient bronze mirror during a spring outing. He saw the two words "Xiao Yao" written in golden script on the back of the mirror. He thought that it was some kind of antique, so he took it home and hid it.
As a result, a female ghost was sealed inside the Xiaoyao Mirror. Every full moon night, she would come out of the mirror and absorb his Yang energy. If it weren't for Celestial Master Zhang wandering around and saving him, this scholar's Yang energy would've been cut off and he wouldn't even know how he died.
Thinking of this story, Shen Luo didn't care about the weakness in his body. He hurriedly got out of bed, took the small awl of the weasel brush from the table, and used the end of the brush to poke the jade pillow on the bed.
The jade pillow moved back. There was no abnormal light on it, and no evil spirits or ghosts came out. It looked no different from an ordinary object.
Shen Luo was still a little worried. She took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out some cinnabar. She rubbed her hands together until her entire palm was covered with cinnabar. Then, she carefully extended her index finger and tapped the jade pillow with the tip of her finger.
Apart from the cold feeling of the jade pillow, there was nothing unusual.
"Don't tell me I've been secretly possessed by some evil spirit." Shen Luo withdrew his hand. His brows were still slightly furrowed, and he was still somewhat uneasy.
He thought for a while and glanced at the jade pillow. Then, he quickly walked to the door and sat cross-legged on the floor. He held his hands together and focused his mind. Then, he began to silently circulate the Minor Yang Art.
However, he had been tormented by last night's dream. Even though he wanted to focus his mind, he was unable to enter a meditative state for a long time. It took him a full four hours before he finally completed a small cycle of the Minor Yang Art.
The circulation of the art was very smooth, and the Yang Qi in his body filled every part of his body.
After completing the circulation, Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes. He gently exhaled, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
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