Perfect World

(Reminder, a VIP chapter is divided into several pages. Some brothers have just become members and don’t know, saying they have only read half of the chapter)

"Can I set foot on that road and enter the ancient holy courtyard in the chaos?" The little boy said to himself, and quickly shook his head. Through his recent understanding, he already knew that how could the holy courtyard be opened at will, for decades or hundreds of years? It would be nice to be able to open it for just one person.

But this time Butian Pavilion chose Shi Yi, and no one else would step on it. Although Elder Pure Land said that as long as you perform well and have extraordinary qualifications, you will have a chance, but those are just words of encouragement to everyone.

"The Ancient Holy Courtyard..." the little one muttered and turned around resolutely.

On that road, a young man was walking forward. He was said to be a near-godlike existence among creatures of his age. He blended with the heaven and earth, and the divine voice of the great avenue was coming out, just like the chanting of the ancient gods.

The little one would not let himself be troubled, and quickly put the matter aside. He grabbed the fur ball by its tail and trotted away into a mysterious area like a thief.

Although it was late at night, the scenery was visible.

This is a very large garden with various plants and trees, small bridges, running water, and pavilions and palaces. However, there is one notable feature. They are very old. The bridges and palaces seem to be about to collapse at any time. , as if it had not been repaired for thousands of years.

The vegetation remains, but arch bridges and other things that seem to be relics from ancient times are almost destroyed. He tiptoed and walked in holding the fur ball by its tail.

Furball's big eyes were chattering. He was not annoyed when his tail was held upside down. He was just as curious as the little one, looking at this place.

This is the most mysterious place in Butian Pavilion, where the sacrificial spirits lie dormant. It covers an area of ​​dozens or hundreds of miles. It is a large ancient garden that no one dares to approach on weekdays.

Because they have all been warned.

There is no one to guard here, because there is no need for it at all. Just imagine, does the sacrificial spirit of Butian Pavilion still need human protection? It is guarding the entire ancient pure land.

"Master Sacrifice the Spirit, I came here with the heart of pilgrimage. Didn't I say that some disciples could get your guidance if they are destined? I come here to ask for advice with a pious heart."

The little one grumbled while scanning the ground with his big eyes, looking for the elixir, while the furball's little nose kept twitching and his eyes glowed, looking around.

"Why is the place where the worshipers stay so desolate?" They walked inside, and the more they walked, the more they were surprised. The vegetation decreased and the land became bare, until finally there was no grass growing.

At this point, the little one felt the divine light in his body burst out and flicker, and the strands of essence were about to leave the body, and various lines were densely covered on the body surface.

The fur ball also screamed in surprise, broke away from the little one's fingers, and ran to his shoulder with a scrape, showing a shocked look.

The little one took a breath of air and finally understood why this place was desolate. It was because a demonic force had taken away the earth's energy and deprived it of it.

It's strange to say that it only happens when you step into this area. If you step back a little, you won't feel the power anymore.

"What happened to the creatures in Butian Pavilion? Did something go wrong?" Little Dotian was confused and cautiously stepped forward.

Ahead is a desolate land, a barren land, like entering a large Gobi Desert, with only gravel and stones. Walking here is extremely quiet, and the sound of footsteps can be heard far away.

"Sacrifice to the spirit, I'm here to pay homage to you. Doesn't every disciple have a chance? Don't get the wrong person." The little one muttered. He was really curious and walked inside.

The silent land was extremely desolate. As he walked for dozens of miles, his whole figure was like a small sun shining, densely covered with runes, constantly resisting the demonic power.

"It's so powerful. After absorbing the earth's energy and swallowing the heavenly essence, is the sacrificial spirit practicing a secret skill?" He said to himself.

Looking up, we can see that rays of divine light are pouring down from the sky. The stars in the sky and the silver moon are all shining like silver raindrops falling into the depths of the Gobi.

Finally getting closer, grass began to appear here, and the little boy came to an ancient garden.

This is a garden within a garden, with ancient walls, mottled by time, leaving too many traces here.

The door has long since rotted, and the wall is covered with ordinary plants. There is no magic medicine or precious wood, just the most common vegetation.

"How come you didn't deprive this place of its essence?"

The little one was surprised. This garden was really ancient. Only stones remained. The former buildings had collapsed and were covered with vines.

The light rain fell on the yard, and these ordinary plants were benefited to some extent, so they grew vigorously and did not turn into a desert.

"This looks like the courtyard of an ancient family!" The little boy noticed something strange after he came in, revealing a strange color.

The courtyard has three levels. The light and rain are the strongest in the backyard, where the moonlight falls all over the sky. Obviously, the spirit is worshipped here.

The little boy crossed here and found that the houses here had collapsed and were covered with weeds. Even the small stone arch bridge was broken and covered with vines.

The more he looked, the more he felt that this was an ancient residence.

Finally, he approached the backyard, feeling nervous. Once here, his energy was no longer lost, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of awe.

"Meet the sacrificial spirit!" He had already spoken from a long distance away, and then quietly entered the backyard.

"This is..." Finally seeing it clearly, Xiao Budian's eyes shone with surprise, feeling a little incredible!

The endless rain of light makes the place steam with silver light, making it a peaceful and sacred place. There is a plant there, which is the worship spirit of Butian Pavilion. It was completely different from what I imagined. It was not bright or green, but yellow and sickly, as if it was about to wither.

This is a gourd vine, climbing on a pile of rocks. It has no luster, no divine light, and is just withered and yellow. It is not that big, only five or six meters long, with sparse leaves, as if it has lost its vitality with the arrival of autumn.

A withered vine has only a little vitality and is covered with yellow leaves. Even the light rain falling from the sky cannot alleviate its withering and decline.

The stars and moonlight were shining brightly, pouring down, making the entire backyard completely white and submerged in the vines, but it was still listless and seriously lacking in vitality.

This is the sacrificial spirit of Butian Pavilion, an ancient vine that has lived for endless years. It makes people's hearts tremble. Even though it is sick and sick, it seems to be in its old age, it still has inexplicable majesty, like a god!

Could it really be a god? The little boy muttered to himself, but kept his mouth tightly closed and did not say anything out loud.

He didn't know how long it took before he started to mutter aloud again, repeating the words on the road, his big eyes furtively peeking at Calabash Vine's reaction.

There was silence, and the ancient vine seemed to have lost its spirituality.

"Hey, there's another gourd!"

Under the cover of yellow leaves, there is a green gourd hidden, which is similar in size to the yellow gourd in the hands of the old man from Butian Pavilion. They are both palm-length, but the color is different.

The little one's eyes were wide open, and he found that this gourd was very magical. The more he looked at it, the more terrifying he felt, as if it was pretending to be a world, and it was vaguely trying to suppress it.

Moreover, there are strands of chaotic energy lingering there, surrounding the green gourd.

On his shoulder, the furball lay obediently, and for the rare time, it did not dare to move rashly. In fact, like the little one, it wanted to take the gourd away, but its instinct told it not to do that.

"It seems good to practice here." The little one murmured. He sat down cross-legged and let the light rain fall. He also gained a part of it, feeling comfortable all over his body, and the runes resonated with him.

He secretly glanced at the sacrifice spirit. The vines had no waves, the leaves were silent, and there was no reaction.

"Uncle Ji Ling, you don't object to me practicing here, do you?" Xiaodian asked, and then quickly said: "Are you sick? I know a willow tree that was even more sick than you. It was completely naked. , only one branch remained, and finally it came back to life.”

The little boy got close to him and talked to himself. The gourd vine remained motionless. It was not that it had been damaged by an external object, but that it had lived too long and had used up too much of its vitality.

"As long as you have hope in your heart, you can still live a wonderful life even if you lose the whole world. Come on, uncle!" The little boy waved his fist.

He peeped with his big eyes and found that there was still no response from the sacrificial spirit. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and muttered: "Sleeping? Well, I won't be polite. I will practice here."

The little boy visualized the original true solution in his mind, carefully studied the various runes and mysteries recorded on it, sat cross-legged under the gourd vine, the treasure was solemn, and soon fell into trance.

The breeze blows, the yellow leaves sway, the whole gourd vine moves slightly, and the silver light rains down. This place is particularly sacred and peaceful.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I was meditating on the original true solution, I vaguely heard the sound of the great road. Suddenly I opened my eyes and found that the green gourd on the shelf was moving, and there was an ancient rune flashing on it. Chaos is extremely mysterious.

He was shocked and wanted to see the rune clearly, but his efforts failed many times and it was impossible to see it clearly.

After calming down again, he found that when the runes flashed, the sounds of heaven and earth rumbled, and it seemed much easier for him to comprehend the original true solution.

The little one is moved, this place is really amazing!

It was late at night, everything was silent, and the little boy woke up from his trance. He knew it was time to leave and couldn't stay away all night.

When he exited here, he was startled. This was really an ancient family. Was this gourd vine planted by someone? Has it never left?

Looking at this dilapidated courtyard and desolate place, he felt a different kind of emotion in his heart. Dozens of miles around had turned into desert. Only this dilapidated courtyard remained the same, and ordinary grass could survive. This was a sacrifice to the spirit. Is it intentionally retained and similar to how it looked in ancient times?

Is it reminiscing and commemorating something? The little one felt that this sacrificial spirit had its own "story".

Finally, he bowed to the backyard again, turned around and left, deciding to come back tomorrow night.

As soon as he stepped out of the yard, the little boy suddenly felt terrified and stumbled back a few steps. The fur ball also squeaked and all the hair on his body stood on end.

The little boy looked forward with wide eyes. There was an old man outside the courtyard gate, with gray hair and empty eyes. An ancient sword was stuck on his head, which penetrated through and was stained with rust.

His arms were hanging down, and the nails on his fingers were pitch black and half a foot long, which was very scary.

The clothes are extremely ancient, exactly the same as the ancient styles recorded in ancient books, which makes people hairy. Is this an ancient person?

He had no breathing, no heartbeat, and no vitality at all. He just stood like that, his eyes were frighteningly empty, like two black holes.

"Senior...you're blocking my way." The little one said.

Silently, the old man disappeared, as if he had never appeared before, but the little one felt a chill behind him. Huo turned around, and his scalp suddenly became numb.

And Maoqiu was so frightened that he jumped up from Little Dot's shoulders, because the gray-haired old man was right behind Little Dot, almost touching his body.

The little one's hair stood on end and he couldn't help but retreat.

"brush"

The old man disappeared silently again. This time he did not appear behind him, but appeared instantly among the ruins of the courtyard, and made a whimpering sound, as if he was crying.

It was so fast, it was as if he had transformed out of thin air and recreated his own body. It was terrifying.

"He has no life and no vitality in his body. How can he still be like this..." The little one fell back.

"Woooo..."

The old man with disheveled hair, whose head was pierced by the ancient sword, even went to the backyard and stood there to worship the spirit, sobbing constantly, and finally came close to the little one, blocking his way.