Eternal gate

"This is it."

The young man in black was very respectful and handed the alchemy furnace with both hands.

Zhao Yun took it, found a place to sit down with him, and scanned the alchemy furnace up and down. To be honest, this thing didn't look very good. It was like a piece of coal, and it was completely black. Strangely, it had the breath of thunder lingering around it. Perhaps it has been too old and the secret lines on it have become blurred.

"How much did it cost?" Zhao Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand." The young man in black smiled.

"The seller is an old man, with old yellow teeth and a very wretched appearance."

"The Holy Son knows?"

"Those who fool the younger generation into buying things are all equipped with this standard."

Zhao Yun looked while talking. This was not nonsense. He had seen too many street stalls along the way. There was always that old guy with his hands resting on his pretending to be a magic stick.

"Then this...is it a baby?"

The young man in black sneered and looked at Zhao Yun subconsciously.

"You can find someone to fool you tomorrow, and you should be able to sell it." Zhao Yun's words were very implicit. This is not a treasure. According to his valuation, it can't be more than thirty taels.

The young man in black covered his chest.

Look! Still being tricked, one hundred thousand taels!

"Be more careful next time."

Zhao Yun said, stuffing the small alchemy furnace back again.

The young man in black took it, picked it up and left. It was not hard to see that his forehead was full of black lines. It looked like he wanted to talk to the old man. How dare you do this to trick the younger generation?

"etc."

Zhao Yun caught up and took back the small alchemy furnace.

After it was over, I saw him taking a deep breath at the alchemy furnace and looking at it again and again under the moonlight. The more he looked at it, the deeper his eyes became. He couldn't use his eyes well tonight, and even looked away if he wasn't paying attention.

baby.

This is a treasure.

When the young man in black saw it, his eyes lit up. Looking at the Holy Son's expression, this alchemy furnace seemed to have the potential to be a treasure. How could it be an ordinary object that could enter the Holy Son's eyes?

"It's so stupid."

After a long time, I heard Zhao Yun mutter.

He took the lotus lamp, ignited it with immortal power, and used the lotus flame to calcine the small alchemy furnace. As he burned it, the small alchemy furnace changed its shape, and the secret patterns on it became vivid one by one.

In addition, there is also the evolution of visions.

In the vision, there seemed to be a flash of fairy light, lingering thunder, and a dreamy blur. Zhao Yun was so distracted when he saw it, his eyes instantly lost their vision, and his whole person looked dull. He held the lotus lantern in one hand and the other hand. Holding the small alchemy furnace, it didn't move at all.

"Son?"

The young man in black saw this and waved his hand in front of Zhao Yun's eyes.

Zhao Yun did not respond, like a soulless puppet, with a dull expression and empty eyes. He just maintained that posture, motionless, and even the wandering immortal power fell silent.

"Being distracted."

The young man in black murmured and saw some clues.

It was the hidden artistic conception of this small alchemy furnace that caused the Holy Son to fall into it.

His guess was absolutely correct. It was indeed an artistic conception. Zhao Yun happened to be looking there. By coincidence, he fell into the artistic conception and was pulled into a vast and illusory world.

"Did you get lucky again?"

Zhao Yun thought to himself, looking around in all directions.

Although the world in the artistic conception is illusory, it seems real. The mountains and rivers you can see at a glance are all lifelike. In a trance, you can hear the roar of the river and the chirping of birds can also be clearly heard.

On the top of the mountain, he saw a figure.

That man is like a monument, standing on the long river of time, vicissitudes of life and ancientness. Although he can see it, it seems farther than a dream. The distance seems out of reach.

Zhao Yun's mind drifted away and he went up to the top of the mountain.

When he was shoulder to shoulder with the man, he slowly looked sideways. Unfortunately, he couldn't clearly see the other person's dignity. Both his facial features and outline were blurry. Only at certain moments, he could vaguely see a corner of his face. Full of traces of vicissitudes of life, it is so ancient that people forget the years.

When he looked, the man took a deep breath.

I don’t know whether it was out of emotion or because of the excitement of my heart, but I opened my mouth and howled. The sound of this voice was not small, as if there were billions of thunders roaring, resounding through the eternal sky. As a spectator, Zhao Yun saw the mountains and rivers before his eyes. The vegetation was blown up piece by piece, and even half of the vast sky collapsed. There were lightning flashes and lightning flashes.

Gudong!

Zhao Yun swallowed secretly, feeling quite shocked.

Is this person a god? It was a roar that shook the world.

When he was in a trance, the person beside him turned into wisps of illusory mist, and this realm of consciousness was also fragmented, and the fragments turned into words and floated into his body.

Zhao Yun's consciousness was blurred, and his mind kept roaring.

The words formed into fragments have a majestic and domineering power.

"Thunder God's Wrath."

Zhao Yun murmured, then realized that it was a secret method.

The so-called Thunder God's Wrath is the name of this technique. It is an extremely domineering sonic secret technique, similar to the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar, but compared with it, the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar don't seem to be on the same level. There is a divine word hanging on it. It's not just for show. Seeing the thunder god's wrath from the previous person, it was really devastating. Up to this moment, his mind was still so shocked that he couldn't stand still.

The artistic conception dissipated and he returned to reality.

However, his consciousness was still blurred and he fell asleep.

Looking at the small alchemy furnace, the brilliance it should have dispersed, fell to the ground with a clang, and broke apart, causing the young man in black to feel pain in his body again. This is a big treasure!

"What a thunder god."

In his deep sleep, Zhao Yunmeng kept mumbling.

The young man in black didn't dare to disturb him, so he just stayed there, looking strange and embarrassed. He had had the Little Pill Furnace for so long, but he still hadn't seen the mystery. When he came to the Holy Son, he actually came up with his artistic conception.

To sum up: it’s a matter of character!

Zhao Yun slept peacefully for three to five days. His brows would sometimes wrinkle and sometimes relax. In his deep sleep, he understood the wrath of the Thunder God. Although there is a method, this technique is not complete. It needs to be practiced and tried again and again, and it will be broken. The method is performed bit by bit until it is complete.

On the sixth day, I saw him wake up.

After some sleep, those eyes became extraordinarily deep.

Seeing this, the young man in black hurriedly stepped forward.

"You are truly a blessed general." Zhao Yun smiled.

After all, this opportunity was given to him by the young man in black. If this guy was a woman, he would probably be excited to step forward and kiss her. The secret technique of using the word "divine" is truly overwhelming.

The young man in black laughed dryly.

Growing up, this was the first time someone said he was a lucky general.

"Destroy it after you learn it, don't spread it to others." Zhao Yun was not stingy and passed on the Thunder God's Wrath method to the young man in black. After all, this was his little alchemy furnace, and he was the one who got the big credit.

"Thank you, Holy Son."

The young man in black hurriedly accepted it, his eyes bright.

When he took a quick look, he was frightened. This technique was so overbearing. It was precisely because of its overbearing power that he was flattered. This was the secret technique that the Holy Son understood in his artistic conception. How could this be so embarrassing?

Zhao Yun smiled and left the small garden.

Enlightenment while sleeping, you have to try the power of this technique in reality.

After leaving the ancient city, he found a forest and stood in front of a majestic mountain. For three to five seconds, he was as quiet as a statue. After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and shouted loudly, resonating with his martial spirit. The sound was like a thunderous roar, and the hidden power of thunder was extremely powerful. An extremely terrifying sound wave knocked the towering mountains in front of it into disintegration in an instant.

"good."

Zhao Yun covered his forehead and shook.

The thunder god's anger was so overbearing that it shook his martial soul. The moon god was right. To use the domineering secret technique, you need to have the same foundation. If you insist on using it forcefully, you will hurt yourself. In this regard, he There are reminders in the Dharma for the young man in black not to damage the foundation.

Um?

Just as he was rubbing his eyebrows, he looked back blankly.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to feel that someone was watching, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, secretly staring at him. He silently ran the earth magic spell, searching the world inch by inch.

However, nothing was found.

Back in the small garden, Niu Hong had woken up and was sitting under the tree again, beating wooden fish in a rhythmic manner and chanting Buddhist scriptures. The young man in black who was also in the small garden had plugged his ears with cotton and could not hear the chanting. After listening to the sutra too much, I felt upset and wanted to give that guy a stick.

He couldn't do it, but Zhao Yun was rude.

The fat little black man was put down again and slept peacefully.

Zhao Yun put his hand between his eyebrows and used the Soul Searching Technique, trying to peek into Niu Hong's memory. The sleeping fat man suddenly showed a look of pain on his face. He searched the soul. The pain came from the soul, but he had to search the soul. , if you want to break this situation, you must first see how much memory this guy has.

After searching, he frowned.

His soul-searching technique was not ineffective, but what he found was a blank. All he could see was a Buddha's light and the sound of chanting sutras. Other than that, there was no record of his life.

He withdrew from Soul Search.

Look at the little black fat man, he is already bleeding from all his orifices.

He didn't give up and fed Niu Hong a lot of pills, all of which were mind-awakening pills. He wanted to awaken his latent mind, but he fed Niu Hong a dozen pills one after another, but nothing happened.

He did not believe in evil and mobilized his immortal power.

The immortal power surged, drowning Niu Bang, and extinguishing the pieces of Buddha's light on his body, but this didn't seem to work very well. Every time a piece of Buddha's light was extinguished, another one came to make up for it, just like the Buddhist mind power, which is endless. , he was so tired, but it was of no use.

After a short rest, he moved out the stone piano.

Then, the sound of the piano was loud and sweet.

Zhao Yun added a meditation technique to the music of the piano, hoping to awaken Niu Hong with the calming music of the piano. However, after talking for most of the night, Niu Hong did not react. Instead, the young man in black burst into tears.

The sound is so sad.

When Zhao Yun composed the song Wushuang, I don’t know how many people cried when they heard it.

Soon, the sound of the piano disappeared.

But the little black fat man still slept peacefully.

Zhao Yun sat under the tree, silent and thinking hard. He was really at a loss and had no clue. The weirdness of Buddhism can be seen clearly. No wonder there are so many devout believers in the world.

He couldn't imagine it.

If the old monks were to be converted one by one, who knows how many people would suffer.

"I heard from Master that there is an ancient Buddhist curse called the Awakening of the World, which is specifically designed to overcome the Buddhist curse of forgetting the world." The young man in black came up and said while wiping his tears.

"Awakening Curse?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"It would be more reliable to ask someone from a Buddhist family." said the young man in black.

"I need to find someone to ask." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine and left the small garden again.

The trouble should end it.

Niu Hong is a philanthropic person, so he has to go find the old bald donkey.

As for the Awakening Curse, if it really exists, the old monk will probably know it. If it is useful, he will find out if it is useful. If it doesn't work, he can only go back to Daxia, and he can always find a way to crack it.