There is a bright white light inside the wooden door, which is even brighter than the outside when the sky is getting dark.

The first thing Gouzhu saw was a ball of fire, a pressure of spiritual energy coming from across the surface. The source was the white spiritual fire. It was in the center of the room, about the size of a washbasin, bright and white as grease,

is jumping gently.

The pure spiritual fire has neither smoke nor heat. The only thing it emits is the pressure brought by the spiritual light and spiritual energy.

There was a pitch-black cauldron on the fire, and something with green liquid in it was boiling. Gouzhu seemed familiar, it was the kind of green liquid at the bottom of the canyon!

This liquid is full of Qingmu Qi and is probably the sap of this fairy tree.

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

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

"Have you ever thought that old-timers still have this hobby..."

In a corner, there was a pile of white things, similar to human bones, with arms, legs, and ribs.

Gouzhu almost thought that this person was killing people and cooking meat here at night.

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

There are also some weird ones, like a woody liver - lifelike.

It was made of some kind of modified celestial wood. It was purple-red all over. Every bloodline in it was the same as the real thing. It was extremely delicate. However, it was obviously only half completed and was thrown into the garbage.

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

The old man's formal job during the day was to repair the five rope bridges and the sword puppets on them, but at night, he seemed to be feverishly continuing to work on his private works.

Gouzhu walked around the room. He had to find the most important thing here - in the eyes of Xuanmen monks, the spiritual fire was the most expensive.

Although everything is a spirit, active and pure spiritual energy is the most rare. Any place where spiritual energy gathers in the heaven and earth is already a holy place for cultivation.

It would be an extreme luxury to have spiritual energy gathered into spiritual fire, but this old man actually has a large pot of ever-burning spiritual fire for cooking?

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

Gouzhu carefully observed the source of the fire. It came from the ground along the earth's veins, and was not burning something filled with spiritual energy.

No matter how powerful Gou Zhu is, he can't steal all the earth veins.

There is a square wooden platform behind the fire. I don't know how many years ago it was. The wooden platform has been rubbed into a smooth and warm dark brown color.

Various tools owned by the owner of the workshop are carefully arranged on one side. There is an iron clamp in the middle, with something fixed on it. The thing is covered with a piece of white velvet. It can be seen that it is something that the owner values ​​​​very much.

"This is it."

Gouzhu carefully opened up the white velvet cloth. A crystal-clear blood-red agate-like object was revealed underneath, about the size of a fist.

The red pure Yang aura surged in the heart, and it was beating. Gouzhu could even hear the ping-ping heartbeat.

"This damn thing is the heart!?"

Gouzhu was startled and touched it carefully. It was not cold and hard, but a little warm and soft. But judging from its translucent material, it was definitely not a real heart, but something strange.

man-made objects.

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

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

It's just that this kind of formation that is not static but constantly beating cannot exist for a long time if it cannot continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, there is plenty of spiritual energy in the world of this fairy tree. It must have the ability to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, so this heart can keep beating like this.

If it is taken outside the fairy tree, it will probably stop soon.

"I thought I had stolen countless things, but today I managed to steal someone's heart, and the ending is quite satisfactory..."

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The pig touched his nose and laughed at himself.

Gouzhu did not touch the heart with his hands, but wrapped it with the white flannel covering it and carefully placed it in his arms to prevent damaging the old man's work and provoking rage.

Now I feel like my two hearts are beating.

Gouzhu suddenly had a wonderful idea - if his heart was destroyed by the enemy, he would definitely die. If he replaced it with a new one immediately, would it be equivalent to having a second life?

However, he immediately gave up such thoughts.

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

This old man's heart surgery was definitely not for this purpose.

But no matter what it is used for, it can be seen that he values ​​this thing very much, so it is right to take it away.

Gouzhu pushed open the door and passed through the restriction.

Now that he had the key to the forbidden area, it was easy to cross again, and he locked the lock as it was.

It was already very dark inside the wooden house. Although the sun had not completely set, there was probably only a ray left.

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

Gouzhu was determined and walked into the dark void without looking back. This was the only way to deal with the old man.

That night, although the old man returned to the wooden house, he did not go down to his underground workshop as usual. Instead, he stayed in the wooden house and stared at everyone in the room with strange eyes.

Of course there are only four people here: Song Ruhai, Gouzhu, Mumu and Fatty Cow.

The old man's eyesight is as sharp as a knife, and his consciousness is powerful and boundless.

Everyone felt that his spiritual consciousness had expanded and filled every place in the room, as if he wanted to count the number of spirit children in each room.

This kind of oppression from their spiritual consciousness was something they had never felt before.

Gouzhu didn't know how to describe it, he only knew that this old man's realm was unfathomable, even far beyond his understanding.

But no matter what, his consciousness could only be filled with this wooden house and the faint light emitted by the wooden house.

Once it spread out of the wooden house and encountered the thick darkness outside that could block all feelings, it dispersed and disappeared.

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

Someone actually opened the ban he set!

What is used is not violence, but the key to self-awareness.

What a genius, a genius that only happens once in five hundred years!

If placed in the Lingyuan Sect a thousand years ago, this kind of person would be regarded as a peerless and proud man - but that was a thousand years ago. Even five hundred years ago when he became famous, few people would study it.

These simple, crude and powerful magical powers have long been popular in the world, and their popularity has long eclipsed those old scholars who have studied the Taixuan Sutra in detail.

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

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

This is simply worse than killing him!

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

Just carving this one organ took so much effort and effort, and so many hairs fell out of the already messy head.

It is not a work, it is simply his body, his consciousness, his soul, and everything...

He just disappeared!

His whole body felt empty.

What he was sure of was that the heart was no longer in this wooden house. Otherwise, with the power of his spiritual consciousness, he would have felt the beating spiritual energy fluctuations long ago.

There is no place outside that his spiritual consciousness can reach, and he cannot go out and search for it.

In that kind of dark nothingness, no senses can function. Even if you go out, you can only see darkness and feel nothingness.

Only during the day will the world return to normal.

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But during the day, I couldn't find what I wanted.

At night, he knew very well that during the day, he had no memory!

During the day, he could only keep making puppets, repairing the rope bridges, and waiting for disciples from outside to teach him the skills.

Only at night will he regain all his original and complete memories. Five hundred years ago, he lost his daytime. In these five hundred years, he can only live in the night.

During the day, he is just a slave in this power transmission tower. A slave has no thoughts and memories of his own, so he cannot find the lost heart.

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

Mu Mu was already fast asleep and even snoring. Song Ruhai was meditating peacefully and practicing. Of course, practicing under his angry eyes was somewhat pretentious.

The fat girl looked back at him nervously with twinkling eyes, and could only say clearly: "I know, but I won't tell you."

The old man's cloudy eyes finally stared at Gouzhu.

Gouzhu's eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his shrewd face was written with ease and naturalness, as if he was saying: "Senior, don't be impatient. If you have any questions, come to me to resolve your worries."..."

The old man decided to talk to this man.

Gouzhu suddenly felt an irresistible force wrap around his neck, like a pair of big hands, strangling him tightly, and then pushed himself back and leaned against the wall.

Gouzhu regretted that he had been too arrogant just now. His skull was closely pressed against the wooden wall behind him, and the pressure was gradually increasing.
Chapter completed!