My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

During the routine meditation at night, Yunhong couldn't help thinking over and over again:

Is the change in the source of spiritual power accidental or inevitable?

If it is an accident, will it have any impact on future practice?

If it is inevitable...

His thoughts spread out unconsciously, allowing his consciousness to overflow, drifting to an unknown distance.

The white wolf lying on the side seemed to have sensed it, and jumped onto the roof with one foot, shaking his ears and looking towards the back of the mountain.

The Spirit Gathering Formation was running unprecedentedly active, and the entire altar was buzzing softly, dyeing the world into a light blue ocean of spiritual energy.

Yunhong resonated with the formation.

The familiar fluctuation of spiritual power made the white wolf startled. The next moment, it rode the monster cloud and stepped on the wind. Its size swelled several times, stomped heavily in the void, and raised its head to the sky, howling silently.

The majestic boulder of monster power swayed away like hitting water, and wherever it went, the space was instantly distorted.

The snow wolf was born in the extremely cold place in the north, and its demon power was naturally cold and sharp, but at this moment it was unexpectedly gentle, following Yunhong's divine sense docilely.

At the same time, the monitoring station of the Bureau headquarters.

The detector, which had been quiet just now, suddenly beeped, and the green horizontal line suddenly rose. Several monitors shouted one after another:

"It is detected that the spiritual power fluctuations in the Ziyun Cave on the outskirts of the city are suddenly active, and there are two central points in total!"

"Add a wave of demon power, which is close to the center of No. [-] spiritual power. According to the analysis of the demon pattern, it is initially determined to be Angie, a member of the Special Bureau."

Yunhong has never had such a hearty experience:

The Spirit Gathering Formation provided him with endless aura, he was like a drop of water, a wisp of wind, his consciousness turned into countless tentacles, soaring freely between the heaven and the earth.

In a daze, Yunhong seemed to rise to a height of [-] meters, and with just one glance, he could have a panoramic view of the entire mountain range.

Then there are the suburbs, Wangyan Terrace... The traffic is rolling, pedestrians are in a hurry, and the busy day begins to come to an end.

He sensed many power fluctuations of different strengths, including human monks and monster races.

Several of them had very keen senses, and Yun Hong's spiritual sense noticed it as soon as he approached, and immediately erected a defensive shield.

Almost all places cannot escape the "scanning" of Yunhong's consciousness, except for one place:

Bureau headquarters.

The building pretending to be a private hospital was built with unknown materials, and it can block the invasion of spiritual consciousness, as conspicuous as a black hole on a white map.

Yunhong suddenly became interested, and manipulated the tentacles of his spiritual sense to continuously wander outside the building, wanting to see if it was really invulnerable.

Several internal monitors looked at each other in blank dismay. Is this a door-to-door provocation?

The middle-aged man who had called Tongguan before closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud.

"Good boy, he has the demeanor of my old man."

He was the one who made the decision to recruit Yunhong into the game at the beginning. Although he hasn't bothered to meet him until now, he has been paying attention.

Seeing Yunhong's rapid progress now, he is very happy.

Monitors: "..."

Afterwards, he was assigned to a polar observatory and fed penguins for three years. Is it something to show off?

It was rare for him to feel playful, and he immediately stood up with his feet spread out, and just about to raise his arms, he heard the man with gold-rimmed glasses on his right say quietly: "Have you finished writing the [-]-word report required above?"

Middle-aged man: "..."

Fuck, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

The man with glasses ignored him, turned his head and ordered, "Start the defense program."

Therefore, bad precedents cannot be set!

One or two, endless.

Just as Yunhong was about to dig deeper outside, the surface of the building suddenly shimmered like water, and the tentacles of spiritual consciousness retracted like electric shocks.

Yunhong was startled, there was no aura fluctuation at all, what kind of black technology is this?

The man with glasses continued to issue instructions, "Contact Tongguan and ask him to restrain his team members."

Although there is a defensive barrier outside Ziyun Cave, the aura will not overflow for a while, but after a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not attract monsters.

Two minutes later, Tongguan rushed to the Daoguan guest house with bare feet, and when he looked up, he saw a wolf as big as the sky grinning, and the little bastard in the room was like a super-sized energy storage battery. of.

His temples twitched, and he felt that if he did this a few more times, he would have a heart attack sooner or later.

Looking back now, he shouldn't have been so mean at the beginning, saying "You are destined to teach me".

There is a fart fate, evil fate!

After being flicked away by the tentacles of his spiritual sense from the headquarters of the Biedong Bureau, Yunhong walked away regretfully, but at the next moment, an accident happened:

Another tentacle of spiritual consciousness touched his very slightly.

Someone hooked up with him!

In the blink of an eye, a strange feeling spread:

The other party is also a cultivator!

similar!

However, before Yunhong had time to rejoice, he was stunned to find that after a brief retreat, the other party came back aggressively, trying to invade his consciousness!

At the very moment, the white wolf's demonic power condensed into a whip, and smashed it down with a sound of piercing the air, directly tearing the tentacles of divine sense into pieces.

Tongguan was wondering if he was going to live a life as trivial as an old lady from now on, when Yunhong suddenly let out a muffled snort, hugged his head and fell to the ground.

In the next second, the white wolf swept in like a gust of wind, and caught the attack with his own body.

"There are people far, far away in the northwest!" Yunhong, who was wrapped in wolf fur, was pale and dripping with cold sweat.

In just a short moment of contact, he could only vaguely judge the general direction, and his mind felt like being poked with a hot iron drill, and it was burning and painful.

He took a few breaths, his consciousness gradually blurred, "Cultivator!"

The last word was still on his lips, and he passed out.

At the same time, Kunlun in the northwest was empty.

The young Taoist priest in the center of the magic circle was shocked, and a streak of blood spilled from his lips.

The tentacles of spiritual consciousness are the branches of the soul of the cultivator, and the damage of spiritual consciousness directly affects the depths of the soul, let alone shattered.

Just now, he suffered a big loss.

However, it's worth it.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the east.

There, he felt it.

It's a pity that it was interrupted halfway, and I couldn't track it to the end, and I couldn't determine the specific location.

The young man held his breath and adjusted his breath for a moment, then took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, used the index finger of his right hand as a pen to scribble a few lines, folded it into a paper crane three times, made a formula with one hand, and let it go east, "Go! "

The paper crane's wings trembled a few times, and it wobbled and flew up.

The initial speed was extremely slow, and after a few seconds it turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

*****

Yunhong didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. Although his head still hurt a little, it was fine.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a man and a wolf on the kang looked over together.

Tongguan Siyu saw the despair of being forced to become a male mother between the lines, "Are you here for business, or are you here for retirement?"

Faint twice every three days, Sleeping Beauty?

Yunhong sat up slowly, "You're not in debt this time, are you?"

Tongguan: "..."

White Wolf frowned, "You are too careless."

Spiritual consciousness is so important, the annihilation of the body can still be reshaped, but once the spirit is destroyed, it is all over.

"Both body and spirit are destroyed", that's what it says.

Last night, he didn't even know whether he was an enemy or a friend, yet he dared to contact the other party rashly!

Simply absurd.

If it hadn't escorted him, I'm afraid today's Yunhong would be just a walking dead.

Yunhong was also a little scared, beeping softly, "I won't dare next time."

White Wolf narrowed his eyes dangerously: Do you want to have a next time?

Yunhong quickly changed the subject, "I can feel that person is in the northwest, what's there in the northwest?"

White Wolf slowly spit out three words, "Kunlunxu."

China has a vast territory, and the general concept of the northwest is even more impressive. But if it is related to cultivating immortals, the first thing it thinks of is Kunlun Xu.

Tongguan also became serious, "You said last night that person is also a cultivator?"

Yunhong nodded, "It should be right."

He changed into a meditation posture again, "Kunlunxu..."

Ah, it turned out to be Kunlunxu!

As mentioned in the materials obtained from the library of the Biedong Bureau, Kunlun Xu is Kunlun Mountain, which is known as the ancestor of Wanshan in Taoist culture, and it is also the base camp of the gods in mythology.

Yunhong couldn't help wondering, are there still gods now?

Who was the person who attacked him indiscriminately last night, and what does it have to do with Kunlun Xu?

Tongguan couldn't listen anymore, jumped up like burning his ass and rushed out, "This is too big, I'll report it to the bureau first."

Immortal cultivators who were supposed to be extinct popped up one after another. If nothing happened, it would be fine. If something happened, it would definitely be a major event that turned the world upside down!

After running for tens of meters, he came back in a hurry, grabbed the door frame and said, "By the way, another man surnamed Du came to look for you this morning, and he hasn't left yet..."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue a few more times, and said meaningfully: "The scope of business is quite wide."

Ziyun Cave is almost becoming your secretariat!

Du Cheng, it must be because of Xiao Yezi.

Yunhong wanted to go.

For some reason, after the breakthrough, his desire for Xiao Ye Zi soared sharply, and he felt anxious that he would not stop until he got it.

However, the condition is not good now, after sneaking a glimpse of the white wolf, he decided to raise it for two days before talking.

The probation officer got angry and had to masturbate.

After Tongguan left, Yunhong honestly began to meditate to recuperate. After a while, he felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, the white wolf moved in front of him at some point.

The blue beast eyes are close at hand, like two deep seas, the surface is calm and the waves are turbulent inside.

Yunhong only dared to look at it a few times, always feeling that he would be pulled in, and he would never recover.

The white wolf's head leaned over gently, almost sticking it to his with some care.

"Yunhong, become stronger."

it said softly.

Yunhong's heart trembled, and he pursed his lips.

it is good.

Now I am really too weak, so what if I understand the whole story of Kunlun Xu?

Can you have the strength to fight?

*****

Two days later, the Du family.

When we met again, Yunhong was really surprised:

In just ten days or so, Du Chengcheng seemed to be a different person. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were blue, and his haggardness was comparable to that of Uncle Xu and his wife who were covered by dark clouds back then.

But there are also benefits:

The edges and corners have been smoothed, and the former arrogance seems to have vanished without a trace.

Du Cheng looked as if he wanted to kneel down to Yunhong, and he started crying, "Master, Daoist, I don't know what to do, please help me, get this damn thing away! It, it's getting bigger ah!"

Du Cheng, the former materialist, is dead, and now sitting is Niu Hulu? Idealism? `Theory of ghosts and gods? Du Cheng.