Fuji Avenue

Chapter 305 Awakened from a Night's Dream

The sun was high and the sky was clear.

There are birds chirping in the woods, bringing a brisk and lively atmosphere.

The bloody night seemed to have faded away.

When he woke up from the coma, Buer felt that his whole body was about to collapse, and even a slight movement was a luxury.

He slowly opened his eyes, and he was lying on his back on the thick branch of a giant tree.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the thick branches and leaves, causing him to close his eyes and turn his head.

"Where am I?"

"what happened?"

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

He began to recall vigorously.

The last scene in his mind was a cloud of blood mist.

"Master Wood Immortal..."

After chanting these four words, his chest immediately felt heavy and stuffy.

Under the stars in the night sky, Mu Wanfeng's face burst into blood with a frightening bang.

The thrilling scene kept replaying in Bu Er's mind.

In my mind and my heart, it seemed as if two long sticks had been inserted into them and kept stirring.

Heart cramping unbearable, thoughts in a mess.

I don't know how long it took, but my physical condition improved a little.

Barely got up and struggled to fall from the tree.

The Taoist uniform on his body has changed at some point, but the storage bag is still there.

Who helped me change my clothes?
After Mu Wanfeng turned into blood mist, he fell into a chaotic state.

Can't remember what I did at all.

I just remember that there seemed to be a terrifying coercion of heaven and man swinging from the sky.

He subconsciously wanted to run away, but immediately collapsed to the ground.

What happened after that?
Why are you here?
He tried his best to recall, and vaguely remembered the moment before he completely lost consciousness, as if there was a cool breath wrapping himself...

Looking around, there was no one in sight.

"forget about it!"

too tired.

The thoughts in my mind were too chaotic.

He tried to mobilize mana, and it didn't hurt much.

It can be seen that the loss is only the flesh.

Touching his cheek, the mask was still tightly attached to his face.

It seems to prove that the face of Wei Buer's deity has not been revealed yet.

He quickly took off the mask and burned it with a fire-fighting technique.

Although this temporary mask made of special animal skin can only be used once, the camouflage effect is better than expected.

Before going to the Southwest, he and Xiuxiu bought a few pairs together as a precaution, but they really came in handy.

Thinking if there is a chance, I need to prepare some more.

Thinking this way, he picked out the mask of a middle-aged ugly man and attached it to his face.

Inject mana into the notch on one side of the mask, and the edge of the mask began to wriggle slowly, and a little bit of it was tightly attached to his skin, regardless of each other.

Wearing this kind of mask, although it looks realistic, it does not have the identity of a formal sect or a cultivator family, and can only walk in the state of a casual cultivator.

When buying a mask, the store once gave out a fake identity token.

But that doesn't mean it can be used without hesitation.

In normal times, it's not a big deal.

In case of martial law and ban, the search of monks would have to check the registration information and roots of Sanxiu in the Hongran Clan Alliance, which would probably involve a lot of trouble.

After a little thought, I looked at the sky and the surrounding landforms, and estimated my approximate location. It should be the junction of Qinnan, Northern Sichuan, and Ganlong, the side close to Qinnan.

Although after Mu Wanfeng blew himself up, he lost his sanity and most of his consciousness.

But there are still some reflections on what happened before.

While escaping to the top of the mountain, he killed several monks from the search team, and escaped under the siege of He Xun and several search teams.

For such a bad behavior, Chang Yuanzong should make a big move.

Qin Nan must impose martial law throughout the territory, and going east is asking for trouble.

Going to northern Sichuan and taking the southern line is the best choice right now.

I don't know where I am now, whether I am wanted or not.

He subconsciously felt that Wei Buer's identity should not have been exposed.

But when it comes to the danger of life, I dare not be too sure.

Let's take one step at a time, inquire about what happened to Chang Yuanzong after the incident, and then decide on future plans.

Having made up his mind, he took up the Fenglong Shadow Sword and fled to the south with his weak body on his back.

Along the way, there are grasslands, forests, lakes, and the sun shines brightly, creating a beautiful scenery.

His heart is not heavy.

Because of the illusion of [Disaster to the Mind], he always felt that he could control his destiny, change his destiny, and create his destiny.

I feel that as long as I know the disaster in advance, I can avoid the disaster without fail.

But this time the wake-up call reminded me that it was too simple to think about survival, enemies and crises.

The alarm bells sounded deafeningly, and the price paid was too painful.

So much so that he didn't dare to think about anything related to Mu Wanfeng for the time being.

I can't imagine that Immortal Master Mu really left me.

It was as if a piece of black cloth had been stuffed into his mind, temporarily covering the memory of Mu Wanfeng inside.

Another thing that I don't want to think about in detail for the time being is the body mutation caused by the hard particles at Baihui acupoint.

He vaguely remembered the explosive power, the weird speed, and the dizzy head.

Thinking of these, the uneasiness in my heart never stopped for a moment.

There is indeed a big problem with the particles, the old man in the tree must know something.

He wanted to go back as soon as possible and ask this matter clearly.

Otherwise, you will have trouble sleeping and eating.

The road to the south is infinitely long, I wonder if it is a strange psychology at work.

He didn't meet any search monks along the way, so he suspected that he was no longer in Qin Nan's territory.

I don't know how long I have been walking, it will be dark, and I will arrive at a medium-sized city.

On the gate of the city was written "Chongnan City", only then did I realize that I had reached the hinterland of northern Sichuan, the sphere of influence of Fahua Temple.

No wonder the journey was safe and smooth.

From a distance, several monks from local monasteries stood at the gate of the city, but they did not interrogate the monks who came and went, which showed that this place was not banned because of the Qin Nan incident.

After pondering for a long time, I think there should be no danger in connection with the situation of the journey.

After all, Fahua Temple and Chang Yuanzong have always been at odds, and it is reasonable that they did not cooperate with the ban.

When I entered the city, although I looked very calm, my heart couldn't help beating.

Fortunately, the guard only took one look at him, seeing his weak appearance, and ignored him.

After entering the city, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw a wanted notice posted on a city wall, and the portrait on it was clearly the appearance of my burned mask before.

The most wanted content below is probably that this person colluded with horned demons, sold demon horns, committed heinous crimes, and was wanted in the entire Hongran Clan Alliance.

In the future, there will be various rewards such as live capture and killing.

For a psychic cultivator, this reward is extremely generous.

Seeing this, the uneasiness in my heart was relieved.

As long as one's identity has not been exposed, it is the best news.

Seeing the inscription under the wanted list, with the date clearly written, I realized that five days had passed since that night.

Several floors surrounded the gate of the city, and everyone pointed and whispered to each other about this matter.

Bu Er stood aside and listened for a long time, but saw that there were many rumors.

Some said that this person colluded with the Horned Demon to plot a big event in Qin Nan, and some said that it was related to the female cultivator of Yunyin Sect who was wanted some time ago.

In the end, none of them said what Bu Er wanted to know.

He had no choice but to leave first and live in an inn.

Staying in a lonely house, and unwilling to be completely relieved.

Feeling that his physical condition has improved slightly, he went out and found a restaurant where monks gathered, and walked in with his whole body breath.

I found an empty table on the second floor and sat down, and ordered some food and drink as I wished.

Most of the people sitting in the restaurant are door-opening monks.

There were several people sitting together, and each family took turns to open their mouths, whispering to each other, talking very lively.

Buer secretly discerns and inquires.

What a few people said was exactly about Qin Nan. They were all talking about the appearance of horned demons, Chang Yuanzong's ban, and a monk who was on the run.

Then he controlled a piece of divine consciousness and eavesdropped with all his energy.

One of them said in a low voice: "I have heard what fellow Taoists said, but it is far from the truth."

"Oh? How did Zhang Daoyou say this?"

The monk surnamed Zhang replied: "I have an old friend who I have known for many years. He came from the local sect in Qinnan. That night, many people from their sect were conscripted to patrol the mountains in the west. He told me the situation, There are many versions circulating in the market, but they are far from each other.”

"Since that's the case, don't hide and try to wheedle people's appetites." A pretty female cultivator in white said, "It's really annoying to always say something like this."

He said that he was disgusted, but his voice was charming and charming, causing the monk surnamed Zhang to stare straight at his eyes, and his whole body vibrated, and the pride of those who knew it spontaneously arose.

"Okay, I'll tell you all now," he said, looking around carefully, "but this involves a lot of secrets, you must keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, Zhang will not admit it if someone catches him."

"Hurry up, hurry up, where does all this nonsense come from." The woman in white coquettishly said, "He is obviously a big man, so he is not happy at all."

The monk surnamed Zhang sneered, and went straight to the point: "According to my old friend, it wasn't rumors from outside that night that there were horned demons haunting Qin Nan. The He family in Huadong] is searching for a Yun Yinzong door-opening female cultivator who has committed several crimes."

"Everyone in Fudo Peak knows what [Three Flower Cave] is?" asked the female cultivator in white.

In fact, those who know Chang Yuanzong quite well probably know the name of [Three Flower Cave].This female nun is obviously not among them.

The monk surnamed Zhang briefly explained to her, and then went on to say: "On the night of the accident, the nun's whereabouts were exposed. The four ground bridge monks in [Sanhua Cave] brought several monks from different sects of Qin Nan, Sealing off the large mountains to the west of Qinnan is a posture that will not stop alive."

"Hey, there is such a big battle? What crime did the female cultivator commit? Could it blow up Chang Yuanzong's mountain gate?" asked the female cultivator in white.

The monk surnamed Zhang wanted to show off in front of the female nun in white, so during the question and answer, he roughly explained the situation in [Sanhua Cave], as well as the female nun's crimes of trading magic horns and hooking horns.

Only then did he know that "Sanhua Cave" was behind the death of Mu Wanfeng.

The black cloth in his mind was instantly blown away by an evil wind.

Mu Wanfeng's face floated in front of his eyes again, with a bright and friendly smile, as if he was muttering something to himself.

"【Three Flower Cave】?"

He closed his eyes, the hatred in his heart was hard to digest.

It doesn't matter how huge the [Three Flower Cave] is to me.

Secretly swear: "If the murderer is really [Sanhua Cave], I swear in this life that you will be eradicated and wiped out, so that there will be no such name in the world. Otherwise, this longevity, this Dao, don't ask!"

After finishing speaking in the heart, the depths of the soul seemed to be peeped by the unfathomable will of heaven, as if a brand was suddenly born in the soul, which could never be erased.

He was secretly startled, thought for a while, guessed that he was too obsessed with the oath, and disturbed some incredible existence of heaven, and without asking for opinions, he included this oath in the category of the oath of the soul.

If I fail to fulfill my promise in the end, sooner or later, the law of heaven will repay karma, and I am afraid that it will be forever.

He was fearless at this point, and said in his heart: Even if I didn't have this oath of spirit and soul, would I let the murderer go?ridiculous.

On the other side, the monk surnamed Zhang continued to talk for a long time, and he was getting to the point: "[Sanhua Cave] used such a battle, this matter should have been a sure thing, but I didn't expect..."

At this point, he didn't know if it was intentional, so he stopped for a while.

Everyone was whetted and shouted and scolded.

The female cultivator in white also said: "If you fart, let it go, I will suffocate you!"

Buer listened to him, feeling depressed, and wanted to know the situation.It's disgusting to meet someone who loves to tell stories.

The cultivator surnamed Zhang lowered his voice a bit: "It is said that the female cultivator actually has an accomplice, and she is a demon cultivator in the psychic realm!"

Speaking of Moxiu, his voice sank suddenly, making people's hearts tremble.

"Demon cultivator!" The female cultivator in white exclaimed in surprise, "There are still such 'dirty things' in the clan alliance?"

Everyone knows that there are thousands of ways, and there is nothing that cannot be done, and there is nothing that cannot be cultivated.

Among them, some monks have embarked on heresy ways such as killing, plague, curse, evil spirits, heart demons, and adultery due to personal chance experiences or the sea-suppressing beasts in their bodies, and they are collectively called demon cultivators by the clan alliance.

There are also decent monks who call Moxiu "dirty things".

Because the Dao advocated by the demon cultivator is the way against the sky, punishing people and punishing the heart, most of them are harmful to the world, and some even deceive the mind, change the mind, and become cruel and innocent.What's even more frightening is that most of the monks who practice the magic way progress very quickly, even if they don't have heaven and earth treasures, and they don't have the first-class spirit gathering array, their cultivation base will grow faster than ordinary monks.It is indeed a great threat to Hongran Zhengzong.

The Zongmeng completely banned the demon cultivators in the territory, and if there were any traces, they would definitely kill the grass and kill them without mercy.

These people seldom heard the news of Moxiu, so they were a little surprised at this moment.

"Of course there is,"

The monk surnamed Zhang replied: "Some magic cultivators are good at hiding their aura. They only look at their appearance, and they are no different from ordinary monks. Most of them are people who are proficient in this way."

"Even if it's a magic cultivator, what's the big deal?"

"Just listen to me. Although the demon cultivator only has a psychic cultivation base, most of his methods are extremely killing, and his skills are really sensational. He broke in from the outside of the search circle that night and killed him in less than an hour. Sanhua Cave】Two ground bridge-level monks, and hundreds of psychic-level and door-opening level monks from each sect, the survivors are only a dozen. The people who were killed were all turned into flesh and blood, and the Qinnan mountain It's dyed like a Shura field, do you think it's scary or not?"

"These 'dirty things' are so powerful, if there were more of them, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

The female cultivator in white turned pale when she heard this, but she couldn't help being curious, "Then, is it because those two people escaped that Qin Nan was banned now?"

"It is said that [Sanhua Cave] He Fang, a cultivator from Heaven and Human Realm, also rushed over at the last moment. The female cultivator of Yunyin Sect blew herself up and died, but the demon cultivator fled swaggeringly under He Fang's nose. It is simply unimaginable."

The monk surnamed Zhang saw that everyone was listening attentively, so he poured out everything he had found out, no matter whether it was true or not.

Mostly because the incident of Qin Nan's bloody night was too embarrassing for Chang Yuanzong, He Fang did not accidentally spread it.

But the commotion about this matter was too great, and it was impossible to hide it.

[Three Flowers Cave] spread rumors in secret that Qin Nan suddenly killed several Horned Demons that night and suffered such a heavy loss.

Now, Qin Nan area has been sealed off for five days, and [Three Flower Cave] used the guise of catching horned demons to hunt down demon cultivators everywhere, which is a bit self-aware.

Also speaking of [Three Flower Cave], which was already unlucky in the past, and all kinds of bad luck were reversed. After being hit hard again, Qin Nan's affiliated sect might also be renounced, so He Fang would probably be very angry...

Buer was listening, but his heart was overwhelmed.

What this person said, I didn't know at all, how outrageous.

If this is true, what happened after he lost consciousness?
Driven by the hard particles, he stepped into the magic path for a short time.

Or there really was a magic cultivator who came to save him.

Or, there are other secrets.

He suddenly remembered the monk riding a white tiger with Mu Wanfeng that he had seen in the illusion.

My mind was in a mess again.

The topic on the other side continued, and monk surnamed Zhang talked about the many reactions caused by this incident.

Said that the demon cultivator made a [Wind Dragon Shadow Sword], and [Sanhua Cave] sent someone to check it.

However, [Wind Dragon Shadow Sword] has sold an unknown number of handles in various auction houses and commercial houses.

Some have been registered, some have been traded privately, and some have been handed over second-hand or third-hand several times, but there is no way to investigate them.

[Three Flower Cave] People have been sent to Yun Yinzong to investigate the matter of female cultivators privately invading the magic horn and hooking up with the horned demon.

I'm afraid Yunyin Zongzong is going to be in bad luck.

Fujihara was also worried about these two things.He was impulsive last night to save Mu Wanfeng, if his identity was exposed through this, it would be hard to explain.

As for Yun Yinzong, although he was anxious, he couldn't do anything to help him, so he could only secretly pray that the sect could get through this difficult time safely.

Afterwards, a few people followed the topic and talked about the gossip about [Sanhua Cave] and about the magic cultivator, so they listened carefully.

Later, when the few people were full of food and drink, he also turned back to the inn.

As soon as I entered my room, I saw the sparse furniture and simple wooden bed inside, and I couldn't help but think of the wooden house deep in the Yunyin Mountains.

Suddenly, I felt that the vitality and vitality of my whole body were sucked away, and I walked in unconsciously.

Somehow, he lay on the bed.

Sadness, loss, grief, many emotions add to the body.

The previous feeling of physical collapse is still haunting.

In these messy negative states, he fell into a dream strangely.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt chills all over my body.

When he opened his eyes, the window opened.

The moonlight shines in lightly and diffusely, illuminating the room warmly and brightly.

The cool breeze is blowing slowly, and there is a faint fragrance of roses in the air.

The fragrance of this flower is all too familiar.

Mu Wanfeng always has this smell on her body.

His heart suddenly thumped wildly.

Looking around, there is no one in the house.

Quickly got up from the bed, stumbled to the window sill.

Did not see the familiar shadow.

Outside is a silver night sea, the shadows of trees whirling in the wind.

A butterfly with a faint yellow light all over its body, against the backdrop of the moonlight, came lightly towards this side.

It fell gently on his shoulders...

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