The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

"Futu secret realm?" Ji Xuan was a little confused. The Futu secret realm is one of the few high-level secret realms in Lihuozhou. The secret realm is full of aura and elixir, but it is also very dangerous.

This secret realm is opened every 20 years, because there are ancient ruins and ancient gods sitting in it, so it is very popular with those who are going to advance.

But because there is a crisis step by step, if you want to enter it and survive, you must have a cultivation level above the gods, and this secret realm itself has restrictions, and those who practice above the cultivation base will be expelled from the secret realm, so generally only Only monks who have advanced to practice virtual reality will enter.

Now that Zhan Ming is only a Jindan cultivator and a low-level monk, he actually entered the secret realm of the Buddha, which is really unbelievable.

"Master, isn't the secret realm of the Buddha to be opened next year? Why did it suddenly appear in this place at this time, and also asked Master..." Ji Xuan looked a little ugly. He had seen the opening of the secret realm of the Buddha before. It is very big, and it takes several monks who have refined the spirit to suppress the evil wind generated when he opened it, and today's...

It is a bit reluctant to say that it is opened, it is more like a small opening.

"This matter is very important, and we need to go back and report to the temple!" Hai Zhen's face was livid, and it seemed that he had never encountered such a thing.

Ji Xuan's heart tightened, and he turned his head to look at the place where Zhan Ming disappeared, frowning.

There are many dangers in the secret realm of the Buddha, and he is not as good as Jindan and is seriously injured.

Xue Lin still knelt there with a dull expression, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

"Xue Rin!" Ji Xuan pursed his lips, and finally opened his mouth. This was the first time he called the child's name.

Xue Lin's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear Ji Xuan's voice.

"Xue Lin, I will leave the matter of the uncle to Zhaohui Temple in the future. You are good at cultivation, and don't let him down to your expectations." Ji Xuan didn't care whether Xue Lin heard it or not, and said what he wanted to say directly. .

There is something wrong with Xue Lin, this is Jixuan's most intuitive feeling, his reaction to Zhanming's injury seems to be a little too intense, so intense that Jixuan was caught off guard.

After Jixuan finished speaking, he left with Haizhen. Now that Zhanming had entered the secret realm of the Buddha, it was too late to say anything, so he had to go back to the temple to see if there was any other way.

When the two of them rose into the air, Ji Xuan looked back at Xue Rin, he was still kneeling there, his straight back remained unchanged.

Ji Xuan's heart is very complicated.

Hai Zhen may have seen the change in Ji Xuan's expression, and suddenly said: "What do you think of this child?"

Ji Xuan was stunned by Hai Zhen's sudden question, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "The aptitude is good, but the personality is a bit gloomy."

Haizhen looked ahead and sighed softly.

"I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

Jixuan looked at Haizhen with some puzzlement, he didn't understand why Haizhen is still so calm now, and even has the mood to care about others, could it be...

"Master Patriarch, what will Master Uncle do?" He looked at Haizhen with a burning expression.

Hai Zhen urged the magic weapon under his body, and didn't look at Ji Xuan, just said: "You can rest assured that Zhan Ming is not in danger this time, and there is no danger to his life."

Venerable Haizhen can have a high status in Zhaohui Temple not only because of his background or his cultivation, but also because of his talent for divination. This kind of talent is hard to find. For Zhaohui Temple It is even more precious.

Of course Jixuan knew his master's ability, and he couldn't help showing a relaxed expression on his face: "Master, have you done the divination?"

Haizhen nodded, but his face was still solemn. Although the hexagrams showed that Zhan Ming was not in danger of life, it was also very dangerous, and the abnormality of the secret place of the Buddha made him even more worried.

The Futu Secret Realm is a mobile secret realm in the East China Sea. Although it is under the control of Zhaohui Temple, there are many places that cannot be controlled. After all, it is an ancient secret realm. For many years, Zhaohui Temple has been very careful when facing this secret realm. Be cautious, but its abnormality today is a big deal.

Although Ji Xuan and Haizhen knew that Zhan Ming's trip would be safe, Xue Lin, who was still staying there, didn't know anything.

He seemed to have lost his soul, kneeling there blankly, his mind was blank.

He disappeared!

This was the only thought on his mind at the moment.

Right in front of his eyes, it just disappeared!

Xue Rin stood up from the ground. He didn't know what to do at this moment. The people in Zhaohui Temple had all left. For the first time, he felt his insignificance, and also felt his powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

Because of his weakness, because of his ignorance, he killed Zhan Ming, and he couldn't save him. Just thinking of this, Xue Lin's heart bleeds with hatred!

He clenched his fist tightly, staring at the place where Zhan Ming disappeared.

Futu Secret Realm!

Xue Lin's eyes were bloodshot, he remembered this place!

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At this time, Zhan Ming seemed to be caught in some kind of illusory, and his spiritual consciousness was in a state of panic.

There seemed to be water wrapped around him, warm and soft, the pain that had been piercing his heart and lungs had eased a lot now, and the vitality that had passed away was gradually returning to his chest at this time, Zhan Ming only felt his whole body Everything has become extremely comfortable, so comfortable that he doesn't even want to leave this place.

With the passage of time, Zhan Ming's dissipated consciousness finally gradually gathered. He opened his eyes suddenly, but the surroundings were all white.

Zhan Ming only felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his chest, only to find that the place that was supposed to be bleeding profusely suddenly became as smooth as ever, without even a single wound, but the faint stabbing pain But still remains.

Zhan Ming was a little dazed, he wanted to stand up, but found himself soaked in the white mist of the stream, his monk robe had long since disappeared, and his surroundings were full of thick fog, he could not see clearly Where is your body.

Zhan Ming moved his fingertips slightly, but found that his aura was a little sluggish, but even so, his summoning technique still worked. The thin white mustard seed ring flew into his palm from the stream, Zhan Ming took the mustard seed, Take out a set of monk robes and put them on.

The stabbing pain in his chest was still faintly visible, his face was pale, and he could only cover his chest with one hand, but his spiritual consciousness tried to penetrate the thick fog to see where he was.

But these dense fogs seem to be able to swallow the consciousness. As long as Zhan Ming tries to penetrate into the dense fog, the consciousness will disappear immediately. Zhan Ming dare not take any more risks. All are precious.

Zhan Ming withdrew his consciousness, sat down obediently, and wanted to recover from his injuries first.

At this moment, suddenly there was a clear and beautiful chirping sound from the thick fog, Zhan Ming suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a fiery red shadow getting closer in the thick fog.

Zhan Ming looked slightly happy, and said loudly: "Ah Zhen!"

The next moment, I saw a fiery red double-eyed bird cheerfully approaching Zhanming.

It turned out to be Zhanming's deed beast Chongming Bird Ah Zhen!

Zhan Ming's bewildered mood finally calmed down a lot. He stroked Ah Zhen's back feathers with a smile, and said softly, "Why are you here?"

Ah Zhen is only a third-level monster at this time, and has no spiritual consciousness yet, so Zhan Ming doesn't expect Ah Zhen to be able to answer him. This sentence is just talking to himself, and his mind is lost in thought.

Since Ah Zhen was by his side, it meant that the reinforcements from Zhaohui Temple must have arrived, but at this moment there were only the two of them here, which meant that for some reason, he separated from them.

It's just that he knows a little about the East China Sea, but he has never heard of this place.

The strange thick fog that can swallow the consciousness, and the stream that soaks the spiritual veins, this place is not like an ordinary cultivation world, but like a paradise or a secret place.

Zhan Ming wasn't sure where he was, so he didn't dare to walk around carelessly, he could only find out the situation first before taking action.

Ah Zhen arched Zhan Ming's chin affectionately. He missed Zhan Ming very much after being separated for the past few days. Go play, and if you encounter any danger, come back and tell me."

Ah Zhen is a spirit beast, and he is more agile than a monk like him.

Ah Zhen screamed, arched the back of his hand again, and flew away.

Seeing Ah Zhen leave, Zhan Ming began to meditate steadily to heal his injuries.

Since Ah Zhen can freely enter and exit in the dense fog, it means that the dense fog has no harm to the entity. If he went out rashly, he was afraid that there would be big problems, so Zhan Ming decided to heal his injuries in this place first, and then think about the future.

When Zhan Ming thought of this, his spiritual consciousness sank into his body. He first probed his body with his spiritual consciousness, and there was no major problem except that the meridians were a little stagnant. The spiritual energy seemed to be consumed. The light was also a bit dim, but there were no cracks or scars. As for the wounds, apart from the stagnation of Qi and blood, and a slight damage to the heart veins, there were no serious problems.

Zhan Ming suddenly felt a little strange.

After all, it was a blow from a cultivator who practiced virtual reality. He is only a Jindan cultivator, so even if he survived by chance, he would definitely be seriously injured. But looking at it now, he doesn't even count as a minor injury. It's really weird.

Zhan Ming turned his gaze to the stream, and the gurgling white mist flowed on the stream, full of aura. He stretched out his hand to explore, but found that the aura in it was purer and richer than that in Zhaohui Temple.

With a twitch of Zhan Ming's heart and fingers, a shot of stream water suddenly flew up and poured directly into the white jade porcelain bottle in Zhan Ming's hand.

But as soon as the stream entered, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had evaporated, and white smoke flowed out.

Zhan Ming frowned, the stream was really weird.

But Zhan Ming didn't want to delve into it at this time, it's better to recover from the injury.

Zhan Ming finally calmed down, injected spiritual energy into his meridians, and began to repair the blocked meridians.

Two hours later, Zhan Ming's meridians were finally more than half unobstructed, but his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. Zhan Ming could only hold back first, and took another pill, then he stood up and began to carefully Observe this place.

Ah Zhen has come back at this time, he not only came back by himself, but also took a vermilion fruit, Zhan Ming picked it up and looked at it curiously, but found that this vermilion fruit turned out to be the favorite earth-level spirit of the spirit beast Grass Emperor Daughter Fruit, this kind of spiritual grass is only known to be found in one place.

Futu Secret Realm!