(060 I didn't mean to steal my heart)

Inside the wooden door was a bright white light, brighter than the outside when the sky was getting darker.

The first thing Hook Pig saw was a fire, the pressure of a spiritual energy came from the surface, and the source was the white spiritual fire, which was in the center of the room, about the size of a basin, bright and snow-white as fat, and was jumping gently.

The pure spiritual fire, there is not a trace of smoke, and there is no heat overflowing, the only thing that is emitted is the coercion brought by this spiritual light and spiritual energy overflow.

There was a pitch-black tripod on the fire, and something with green liquid was boiling, and the hook pig seemed familiar, it was the kind of green liquor at the bottom of the canyon!

This liquid is full of Aoki's true qi, and it is likely to be the sap of this immortal tree.

The green liquor is boiling, and a white grease-like substance is condensing on the surface of the liquid, like white foam gathering on the surface of the sea.

A gentle fragrance permeated the air, like a girl's body fragrance.

"Do you want the old-timers to have this habit......

In one corner, there was a pile of white stuff all over the body, resembling human bones, with hands and feet, and ribs.

Hook Pig almost wondered if this person was here at night to kill people and cook meat to eat.

But he looked closely, and the human bones were not real human bones, but were carved from a light and hard wood.

There are also some strange things, like wooden livers – lifelike.

It was made of some kind of modified fairy wood, purple and red, and every vein in it was as fine as the real thing, but it was obviously only half done, and it was thrown into the garbage heap.

It seems that this is also a puppet workshop, but the puppets here are more refined.

The old man's official job during the day was to repair the five rope bridges and the sword puppets on them, and at night, he seemed to continue to work on his personal creations in a frenzy.

Hook Pig walked around the room, and he had to find the most important thing here—the spiritual fire that was the most expensive in the eyes of the Xuanmen monks.

Although all things are spiritual children, active and pure spiritual energy is the most rare. Where there is a slight gathering of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, it is already a holy place for cultivation.

If you want the aura to gather into a spiritual fire again, it is simply extravagant to the extreme, and this old man actually has a large pot of spiritual fire that burns for a long time to cook things?

It's a pity that this spiritual fire can't be stolen.

Hook Pig carefully observed the source of the fire, it was pouring out from the ground along the leylines, and it was not something that was gathering spiritual energy to burn.

No matter how powerful the hook pig is, it is impossible to steal all the leylines.

Behind the fire was a square wooden platform, I don't know how many years old, and the wooden platform had been rubbed into a smooth and warm dark brown.

The various tools owned by the owner of the workshop were carefully arranged on one side, and in the center there was an iron clamp on which something was attached, and the thing was covered with a piece of white velvet, which at first glance was very important to the owner.

"That's it. ”

Hook Pig carefully lifts the white flannel. An agate-like object with a sparkling blood-red body was revealed underneath, about the size of a fist.

The red pure yang aura surged in this heart, it was beating, and the hook pig could even hear the heartbeat of Ping Pong.

"What the fuck, is it a heart!?"

Hook Pig was startled and carefully touched it, it turned out to be not cold and hard, but a little warm and soft, but judging from its translucent material, it was definitely not a real heart, but some strange man-made object.

Just where his fingers touched, the red aura flowing in that heart immediately dimmed a lot.

Obviously, this is also set up by someone, attached to this heart.

It's just that this kind of formation that is not static and constantly beating, if it can't continuously absorb the aura of heaven and earth, it can't exist for a long time.

Fortunately, the aura in the heaven and earth of this immortal tree is already abundant, and it must have the ability to absorb the aura around it, so this heart can beat all the time.

If you take it out of the immortal tree, I'm afraid it will stop soon.

"I want to steal a lot, today is a stealing heart, and the ending is quite satisfying......"

Hook Pig touched his nose and laughed at himself.

Instead of touching the heart with his hands, he wrapped it in the white flannel that covered it and carefully placed it in his bosom to avoid damaging the old man's work and causing him to become angry.

Now I feel like I have two hearts beating.

Hook Pig suddenly had a wonderful idea - if he was destroyed by the enemy's heart, he would have died, and immediately replaced it with a new one, would it be equivalent to having a second life?

However, he immediately dismissed such thoughts.

If the enemy could destroy his heart, he would definitely not have the time and opportunity to replace himself with another one.

This old man's heart is definitely not used for this.

But no matter what he did for it, it could be seen that he cherished this thing very much, so it was right to take it.

Hook Pig pushes the door and walks through the ban.

Now that he had the key to the forbidden, it was easy to get through again, and then he locked the lock as it was.

It was already very dark in the wooden house, and although the sun had not yet completely set, it was estimated that there was only a glimmer left.

Song Ruhai, Mu and the fat cow all returned to the wooden house, and the darkness outside the house had gradually spread.

Hooking the pig sideways, he walked into the dark nothingness without looking back, and wanted to deal with this old man, this is the only way.

That night, although the old man returned to the hut, he did not go down to his underground workshop, as is customary, but remained in the hut, staring strangely at everyone in the hut.

Of course, there are only four people here: Song Ruhai, Hook Pig, Wood and Fat Cow.

The old man's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his divine sense was boundless.

Everyone felt that his divine consciousness had unfolded, filling every part of the room, as if to count the number of spirit children in each room.

This kind of oppression of consciousness is something they have never felt before.

Hook Pig doesn't know how to describe it, only that this old man's realm is unfathomable, and even far beyond his understanding.

But no matter what, his divine sense could only fill the wooden house, and the faint glimmer of light that emanated from it.

Once it spreads out of the wooden house, it encounters the thick darkness outside that can block all feelings, and it will disperse and disappear.

The old man's heart was also full of shock.

Someone actually opened the ban he had laid out!

It is not violence that is used, but the forbidden key of self-realization.

What a genius, a genius once in 500 years!

If it were placed in the Spirit Source Sect a thousand years ago, this kind of person would be regarded as a peerless pride - but that was a thousand years ago. Even back five hundred years before he became famous, few people have studied these things, and the simple, rough and powerful supernatural powers have long been rampant in the world, and the limelight has long overshadowed those old scholars who have exhausted the subtlety of the White Shou Taixuan Sutra.

After the ban was opened, the heart that he had been sculpting for more than ten years and was only one step away from being completed was stolen.

As a craftsman who has been working hard for hundreds of years, the most speechless, the most tragic, and the most heart-wrenching thing is that the work that may be about to be completed is suddenly and unexpectedly destroyed.

It's worse than killing him!

In the past five hundred years, he has survived one failure after another.

Just carving this heart, how much effort has been spent, how much effort has been spent, and how many hairs have fallen out of the already messy mess on the head.

It's not a work, it's simply his body, his divine consciousness, his soul, his everything......

It's gone!

His whole being felt empty.

What he could be sure of was that this heart was no longer in this wooden house, otherwise, with the power of his divine sense, he would have already felt that beating aura fluctuation.

Anywhere outside, his divine sense couldn't reach, he couldn't go out and look for it.

In that dark nothingness, no sense can work, and even if you go out, you can only see the darkness, you can only feel nothingness.

It is only during the day that the world returns to normal.

But in the daytime, I can't find what I'm looking for.

At night, he knows very well that in the daytime, he has no memory!

During the day, he could only keep making puppets, repairing those rope bridges, and waiting for the disciples from outside to find him to pass on his skills.

Only at night will he regain all his original intact memories, five hundred years ago, he lost his day, and for these five hundred years, he can only live in the night.

During the day he was only a slave to this tower, and the slave had no mind or memory of his own, and he could not find the lost heart.

He believed that the heart would not disappear out of thin air, and that the suspect was among the four in front of him.

The wood was already asleep, and even snoring, Song Ruhai was meditating and cultivating in peace, of course, cultivating under his angry eyes was somewhat pretentious.

The fat girl looked back at him with nervousness in her eyes, and said clearly, "I know, but I won't tell you."

The old man's cloudy eyes finally stared at the hooked pig.

Hook Pig's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and his shrewd face was relaxed and natural, as if to say: "Seniors, don't be impetuous, come to me to solve your worries and doubts if you have something" ......"

The old man decided to talk to this man.

Hook Pig suddenly felt an irresistible force wrapped around his neck, like a pair of big hands, pinched tightly, and then pushed himself backwards and leaned against the wall.

Hook Pig regretted that he was too arrogant, his skull and the wooden wall behind him were close together, and the pressure was gradually increasing.

Hook Pig felt the log behind his head squeak as well.