Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua reached out and took out the Crimson Spirit Guard. With a hand seal, the Crimson Spirit Guard flew above his head, casting down a pale red radiance that enveloped him. Then Zhang Xiaohua flew onward again, following the passage toward the source of the cold wind!
After flying for about the time it took to smoke a pipe, Zhang Xiaohua's eyes suddenly brightened. His body sank, and he landed within a space roughly ten feet square. Before he could steady himself, there came a howl, and a gale erupted, charging straight at him.
Zhang Xiaohua was greatly alarmed. He did not dare let the Crimson Spirit Guard take the gale head-on, and immediately flew into the air. The gale swept past his arm, causing a sharp pain. With his divine sense, he saw the gale strike the restriction overhead and instantly blast open a passage taller than a man, then rush straight out!
Once the gale had passed, the entire space returned to calm. Only a faint white glow filled it, peaceful and serene! Though no incense candles burned here as they did in the Great Forest Temple's main hall, a faint fragrance could still be smelled... When Zhang Xiaohua opened his eyes and looked, he saw a seven-jointed bamboo stalk floating crookedly in midair at the center of the space. The faint white light came from it, and the fragrance seemed to come from the bamboo as well!
"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua raised a brow and thought, This bamboo... seemed familiar somehow. Could it resemble the bamboo behind the houses in Guo Village?
But ordinary bamboo was emerald green, turning withered yellow only when old. How could it possess such a crystal-clear appearance, whiter and more jade-like than white jade itself?
"Where have I seen it