"The disciple was about to explain the matter to Daoist Luo. This time when the disciple returned home, his father spent a lot of money to buy a strange red fruit from an out-of-town businessman. It was said to be a great tonic. After the disciple took it, the Yang Gang energy in his body increased greatly and he was about to reach the state of perfection." Shen Luo was startled in his heart and secretly thought that it had indeed come, but his face showed an excited look.
As he spoke, his body glowed with a rich red light.
Daoist Luo wanted to reach out and feel the situation inside Shen Luo's body. When he saw the red light on his body, he lowered his raised hand and looked at the red light on Shen Luo's eyes, showing a look of surprise.
"Daoist Luo, when my Minor Transforming Yang Art cultivation is complete, I will leave the matter of Pure Yang Sword Art to you." Shen Luo saw Daoist Luo's actions in his eyes, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said so.
"Since I promised you, I will not regret it, but what kind of red fruit are you taking?" Daoist Luo looked at Shen Luo and asked.
Shen Luo had already prepared the words to deal with it, describing a mysterious fruit with an oval shape, a fiery red body, and flame patterns on the surface.
The appearance of this red fruit was not something he imagined out of thin air, but a spiritual fruit called "Fire Origin Fruit" that he had seen in a book before.
However, he did not completely describe it as Fire Origin Fruit. He made certain changes, 70% true and 30% false, so that Daoist Luo would not think he was lying, but he could not be sure that he was Fire Origin Fruit, so he could see the flaw.
"From your description, your red fruit may be Fire Origin Fruit, or even a different species, but I can't be sure. In any case, you are lucky, and this can be regarded as your fate." Daoist Luo said in wonder.
"It's all thanks to Daoist Luo." Shen Luo said with a smile.
"Since you have had this adventure, you should practice Minor Transforming Yang Art more diligently to strive for perfection as soon as possible, then break through Dharma Nature Passage, advance to Qi Refining Stage, and solve your longevity problem." Daoist Luo warned without paying too much attention to this matter.
"Yes, I will work hard and not let you down." Shen Luo hurriedly and solemnly agreed.
Next, Daoist Luo stopped caring about Shen Luo's cultivation and urged Water Cloud Pouch to hurry on.
Seeing this, Shen Luo did not dare to speak and stood respectfully beside him. The two hurried on and returned to Spring Autumn Temple in the afternoon.
Daoist Luo went to report back to the leader, while Shen Luo returned to his residence on his own.
After struggling for half a night and a whole day, he was exhausted and fell asleep when he returned to his residence.
This sleep lasted for a long time. When Shen Luo woke up, it was already dark outside. A round of Mingyue rose into the sky. It must have been late at night.
He stretched out and felt that he had had a great sleep, and he was extremely energetic at the moment.
"I wonder how Jade Pillow could have changed?" Shen Luo suddenly remembered something and took Jade Pillow out from under the bed, then took a Ghost-Expelling Talisman and put it on his body, using Magic Power to activate it, his eyes immediately became hazy.
Shen Luo then looked at Jade Pillow and suddenly let out a light sigh.
The sky above Jade Pillow was empty at the moment, and those transparent light filaments did not even appear.
"Why is it gone? Could it be..." Shen Luo had a guess in his mind and stared at Jade Pillow, wanting to see what changes would happen to this thing.
After looking at it for a while, his eyelids gradually became sour, and he felt sleepy.
"I just woke up, why do I suddenly want to sleep again?" Shen Luo was secretly frightened, and hurriedly patted his cheek, trying to dispel the sleepiness.
But the sleepiness not only did not subside, but instead grew stronger.
He tried his best to persist, but in the end he was unable to resist the Sandman, and fell softly on the bed, pressing Jade Pillow under him, and fell into sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but Shen Luo was dazed and slowly opened his eyes.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and suddenly felt a gust of cool breeze blowing over him. He couldn't help but shiver, and he sat up immediately Shangqing woke up.
When he raised his eyes, he found that the sky around him was dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was dawn or dusk. He could only see a dilapidated and desolate old building standing not far in front of him.
Shen Luo felt nervous and hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself, only to find that he was only wearing a thin underwear with dried blood stains on it.
This attire was clearly what he wore before in Fengchi City. He still clearly remembered that the original robe was taken off when he used it to hide in Azure Wolf.
"It seems that I have fallen into a dream again..." Shen Luo immediately understood his situation.
He hurriedly opened his clothes and carefully checked every part of his body. He found that the injuries from the previous fight with Demon Wolf had healed, and he felt a little relieved.
At this moment, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he quickly pulled off the shirt on his right shoulder to take a look.
"Why is it gone?" Shen Luo exclaimed.
His voice was not loud, but it still startled a few crows perched on a dead tree nearby, and they all flew away with a "flutter".
The reason why Shen Luo was so surprised was that he found that the skull pattern on his shoulder had mysteriously disappeared, and the Talisman Fork he carried with him was also not around.
Talisman Fork is missing, which is understandable, but why is the tattoo-like skull pattern also missing?
"Could it be that Magic Power also..."
Shen Luo felt a little panicked, and hurriedly made some magic tricks to start Nameless Art.
After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the thread of Magic Power inside Dantian was still turning freely.
He put on his clothes, stabilized his mind, stood up, and looked around carefully.
The surrounding grass is lush and the air is full of moisture, condensing into a thick mist that makes it impossible to see clearly from a few feet away.
What he stood at his feet seemed to be an ancient blue brick road, which was mostly damaged and overgrown with weeds in the gaps, extending to the ancient buildings in front.
Shen Luo took a few steps forward and realized that the ancient building was actually the mountain gate of a temple. The roof tiles on the front of the gate were covered with grass, and the vermilion paint on the door wall had already been mottled and peeled off. The four characters "Baoxiang Solemn" could still be vaguely seen.
The half-open mountain gate almost fell over, and there was a plaque hanging crookedly above the door, with the three characters "Jialan Temple" engraved on it.
"Looking at this dilapidated appearance, it must have been abandoned for at least a hundred years, right?" Shen Luo said to himself.
Many of the fantasy novels he had read mentioned that in the ancient temple on the barren mountain, there were often skeletal ghosts using illusions to seduce the scholars who came to Beijing to take the exam. They were often written in extremely charming ways.
Of course, these are not true, but it was also mentioned in "Records of Zhang Tianshi's Demon-Slaying Adventures" that places such as temples, Daoist temples, and local city gods will be protected by gods if the incense is flourishing. However, once the incense fades and becomes ruins, it is more likely to attract sinister ghosts than ordinary places.
In addition, he had encountered ghosts and monsters in his previous two dreams, so now he was a little hesitant about whether to step into this temple.