The flame burns quietly, seemingly unchanged, but it is decreasing imperceptibly.

Five days passed by in a flash.

Xie Duanyang slowly opened his eyes and saw that the surroundings were still dark.

However, the situation is very different from the situation in the Consciousness Sea. Even if there is no mana to urge, you can still see the room clearly.

"The quality of the spiritual veins is good."

Xie Duanyang tried to swallow his words and came to a conclusion.

Then, he released his spiritual consciousness and began to explore the inside and outside of his body inch by inch.

Fortunately, no one has tampered with it.

Based on his knowledge of cultivation, if there was any problem, at least it would have to be the work of the Yuanying old monster to hide it from him.

What's more, in addition to himself, he also has the help of Taixu Mirror.

Even the Taixu Mirror has not been found, so that means everything is fine.

Thinking of this, Xie Duanyang looked at the Taixu Mirror sitting in the sea of ​​consciousness.

On the mirror surface, a cluster of flames gathered into the shape of a lamp, burning quietly there.

Although he is sure that the head of Jinguang Temple will not harm you for no reason, he is used to being careful and still does not want to let him intrude.

Therefore, before the Buddha Fire in his chest made any move, he summoned the Taixu Mirror and sealed it inside.

Then it projects a copy of itself.

He has been analyzing this fake for the past few days.

It was also the projection of the heart lamp seal that consumed a lot of his spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, it might have taken several more days to come out of the state of concentration.

After checking himself, Xie Duanyang began to look through his storage bags one by one, and the spirit beast bag came.

There is no shortage of things inside, and the ban imposed by unique techniques shows no signs of being broken.

Only then did he take a long breath, put on the Jinguang Temple standard monk robe that was folded next to him, and walked out of the quiet room.

"Junior Brother Zhenru has finally come out."

Sensing the movement, the middle-aged monk who was meditating outside opened his eyes and stood up in time, and greeted Xie Duanyang with a smile.

"Master has ordered that as soon as the junior brother comes out of confinement, he must be taken to see his old man immediately."

Naturally, Xie Duanyang would not refuse.

After briefly asking the other party's name and identity, he left alone.

After all, I should call him Thirteenth Senior Brother, or Senior Brother Zhenxin.

As the abbot, Shen Guang is not very old despite his years of practice and alchemy.

However, the number of disciples he accepted was not a few, thirty-seven.

It's just that his disciples, excluding the second and ninth disciples, have all the talents and blessings, except for forming elixirs early.

The other disciples did not have such an opportunity.

It's not that you sit down due to old age or die from going out for experience.

There are still a few who left the temple in dismay and returned to the secular world to propagate their bloodline.

Among the remaining disciples, this thirteenth senior brother is actually ranked second.

Although he also has the cultivation of fake elixirs, he has seen the endings of so many famous brothers.

I truly believe that my talent is not peerless, and I have no hope of forming an elixir independently.

Instead, he sought a position of power.

By virtue of his own cultivation and his status as a disciple of the abbot, he controlled some important tasks in Jinguang Temple.
Chapter completed!