Although there is no enchantment blocking the gate of the Floating Life Palace, and Xi Mutong has also released his previous suspicions, Shui Ling'er has not

In his simple heart, Tong Buxian's death means that the master's great revenge will be avenged, and the word "sharing worries" mentioned by Xi Mutong suddenly made him feel a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and the oath he made in his childhood to protect Ji Luoshan returned to his heart more than a year after Zhuyue's death.

The difficulty of the fourth layer of Heavenly Zen is incomparable with the first three layers. In order to prepare for the new level of cultivation, he sat in the meditation room of the Floating Life Hall for three days without entering the meditation room.

It means that Tianchan pays attention to the word "realm", and he must make his state of mind quiet and quiet, so as to reach the Cheng dù of calm water in order to enter the fourth realm.

On the third day of condensation, his body entered a state of weightlessness. He could no longer sit firmly on the cushion, but floated up, staggered out of the meditation room, and floated into another space.

He opened his eyes in amazement and surveyed the space, and there was no zenith to be seen, only infinite chaotic mist churning around him. Below him, there was a mirror-like lake, and there was no shore around it, so he hovered cross-legged in a translucent mist above the lake.

Perhaps disturbed by the heat of his body, the airflow in the space accelerated, and he tried his best to keep himself balanced, but found it too difficult.

The surging air rushed against him, and at the same time a moist wind blew towards him, and then the wind intensified, whistling from all sides, leaving him completely unbalanced, constantly turning his head in the mist. But looking at the lake below, there was still not a trace of water waves on the surface of the lake.

"What kind of place is this? Why am I here? His mind was racing with his body, but before he could figure it out, his body could no longer withstand the blows of the air currents and the wind, and he flipped over and fell headfirst straight into the lake.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry for help, but his throat was choked by the wind pouring in from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't make a sound.

"It's over, I'm going to die! Auntie, where are you......" He thought desperately, letting his body fall rapidly, and when his head was about to touch the surface of the lake, he stopped, and only his long black hair fell down and swept into the lake, causing a shallow ripple.

Standing upside down like this, dizzy and dizzy, he saw a short and fat monk, carrying a wine gourd and walking towards him crazy and stupid, singing as he walked: "A leaf of the spirit boat counts the painting wall, and a thousand sails step on the dream to explore the country." The blue waves and light rain moisten the clothes, and the lonely fishing boat head is cold. The golden drum drinks the fishing man, why is the river broken for no reason? The swallow is tired and returns to the nest, and the sail is broken and the ship is broken. ”

Strangely, after Humpty Dumpty Monk appeared, the wind here was weakening, and the speed of the air flow was also slowing down.

"Great Master!" He shouted in surprise, but as soon as the ethereal monk appeared, he even released his throat and could make a sound.

"Ling'er, you're Ling'er!" The ethereal monk looked at him with a smile.

Shui Ling'er was hung upside down, and when she saw that the ethereal monk's bare head was so close to her own face, she thought that the head was really funny, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud.

"Zeng Shizu, it's me, Ling'er when I grow up!"

The ethereal monk patted his bald head with a hand that didn't hold the wine gourd and laughed, "Hahaha, the dead have a bad memory, last time in the fairy mound, you told you that you have grown up ten years old, look at the old monk, how quickly I forgot this!" ”

"Faerie Mound?" Shui Ling'er was overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Master Zeng, did you hear what I said when I went to the Fairy Spirit Tomb to worship you last time?"

The ethereal monk nodded and said, "Of course, we are very clear about what is happening around us, but as souls, we can only meet people in the virtual realm, and we can't appear in reality. ”

"I see!" Shui Ling'er understood, knowing that the four fairy spirits had always been by his side, and he was very happy in his heart.

"But Great-Master, where am I?" He was still hanging upside down and couldn't turn over.

The ethereal monk said: "Silly boy, you don't even know where you are? Aren't you in your own heart? ”

"In my heart?" Shui Ling'er was shocked when he heard this, but this surprise made his true qi that he had finally condensed leak out, and his body shook and he was really about to be planted in the lake.

Seeing this, the ethereal monk hurriedly stretched out his arms to support him, and then turned upwards to turn him over. (To be continued.) )