Strange space.
Originally Wang Ming was still inside the bronze carriage.
The next instant,
Wang Ming noticed that the surrounding environment had changed.
He appeared in a strange space.
This place was shrouded in dense fog, with only a ten-zhang radius around Wang Ming's body visible; anything beyond this range was completely covered by the thick mist.
After discovering that his vision could not pierce the dense fog, Wang Ming immediately released his divine sense to probe the situation within it.
The result...
Not only could the dense fog isolate vision, but even his divine sense was blocked.
Swish!
A stream of light flashed in Wang Ming's hand as a pitch-black halberd-blade appeared in his grip, his entire body entering a state of high alert, ready for battle at any moment.
Right at that moment,
brilliant golden light lit up amidst the dense fog, giving one a sense of peace and serenity.
Following that came the grand sound of Zen chanting.
In an instant,
Wang Ming froze, falling into a profound and mysterious state.
His mind was a blur of chaos.
The sound of mixed chanting echoed in his ears, and he opened his eyes in a hazy daze.
He found that the surroundings were a group of young monks around seven or eight years old.
Glancing around, he was currently inside a spacious grand hall, and directly in front of the hall stood a dozen-meter-tall statue of Shakyamuni.
This situation left his mind dazed, and he couldn't help but wonder why he had suddenly come here.
Smack!
A sudden pain came from his head, and looking back, he saw an old monk with white brows and a white beard standing there.
"Fa Ming! Do not let your mind wander!"
He was instantly bewildered. "Fa Ming? Who is Fa