There is a Soul Lamp Hall in the back mountain of Xuanxu Sect. There are three thousand ever-burning lanterns in the hall. When the lamps go out, people will die.
Chen Yan was a handyman in the palace, with a broken spirit root. He was still at the first level of Qi Entrainment three years after he started, so everyone thought he was doomed.
Until that rainy night, he was knocked to the ground by an inner disciple, and the blood on his forehead splashed on half of the ancient bronze lamp passed down from his ancestors.
The ancient lamp is on.
From then on, he could see things that others could not see: who had the black energy of death wrapped around his head, who had soaring opportunities on his body, whose elixir had been tampered with, whose life had come to an end.
Used elixirs, residual utensils, filthy gases, and poisonous miasma can all be put into the lamp, and the turbidity will be refined to leave the pure ones, and turned into lamp oil for his practice.
He is guarding a lamp, growing silently, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. The person who bullied him went crazy and knelt on the ground; the person who harmed him, he calmly blew out the soul lamp.
Until that night, when he held up the lamp to shine on himself, he saw that his life above his head was empty.
The lanterns flickered, and he saw an endless sea of lanterns hanging above the nine heavens. In the wick of each lamp, there was a figure of an immortal curled up. It was slowly boiled, and when the oil was gone, it was replaced by another one.
Chen Yan held the half-burned lamp tightly and finally asked:
In this sky full of gods and Buddhas and countless immortals, who lit the lamp?
And who is the oil in the lamp?
In this chapter, Chen Yan finally entered the middle stage of entraining Qi.
There was no magic trick from heaven, and there was no one step to reach the sky. His progress was achieved through seven or eight days behind closed doors, drop by drop of lamp oil, and pulse pulses again and again.
The pleasure of ordinary people's flow is not to become fat in one bite, but to watch him break the hurdle that others have crossed in one step into ten or a hundred steps, and grit his teeth and walk through it. Only in this way can the realm achieved through cultivation be solid.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the ancient lamp illuminated something strange: a wisp of gold entwined with ashes, a breath of both blessing and misfortune, approaching him.
Who is this "noble man"? Is it a chance, or a fateful disaster? Looking back, the answer is quick.
Brothers who have followed Chapter 12, please "add it to the bookshelf". Let's accompany Chen Yan and walk this road step by step to the end.
I know many brothers felt aggrieved after reading this chapter.
Being scolded in public and detained every month, Chen Yan lowered his head and didn't even say a harsh word.
He was happy to take action at this time, but Deacon Qian was waiting to catch him. He was willing to admit this coward because he knew in his heart that the score could be settled slowly and that he only had one life.
Shi Gan, on the other hand, was often deducted from his monthly salary. He was the first to stand up for him and secretly stuffed him with half a piece of hot cake. This idiot is the only warmth Chen Yan has in this cold sect.
Don't worry, everyone, Chen Yan has secretly recorded all those who were detained and humiliated in his account. There is no reason why he suffered in vain. Later in the assessment and competition, he will get back what he deserves with the capital and profits.
Please give me an update, don't follow this tone, let's continue reading.
In this chapter, Chen Yan saw his name in the book that no one could escape.
The previous palace masters died suddenly and disappeared one by one, and the next person who lit the lamp was written next to his name. The ink pen next to Mr. Pei's name wrote the word "Chen Yan".
Is this a message or a reminder? Don't jump to conclusions yet.
The scariest thing is the ending: the door is pushed open, no one is outside, and there is no light. The first thing that comes in is the smell of old lamp oil.
Is the person standing outside the door the old man guarding the pavilion, the old man Pei who came with him, or something else?
Those who haven't left after reading Chapter 10 are really convinced by this book and begging to "add it to the bookshelf". In the next chapter, the man outside the door should show up. Let's see if Chen Yan can walk out of the pavilion safely.
In this chapter, I would like to ask you to remember one hour: Zi hour.
Pei Lao had already said that the thing "opens its eyes at midnight" every day; when Chen Yan encountered the silk thread, it was just after midnight. The time it opened its eyes, it was collecting oil.
Deng Ying squatted on the ground to wait with him, and the ancient lantern in his arms was shrunk to a point and did not dare to show its head. These things that have not been revealed are left to you to savor.
On the back of the wooden sign at the end of the chapter, there is a word that has been smoothed by the fingertips, and only half of it can be seen like "Deng". Who held the sign that entered the pavilion in the past? Could that complete word be "lamp"?
If you can guess it, please leave a comment in the comment area. In the next chapter, Hidden Light Pavilion, Chen Yan pushed open the door and went in to see how many lives of the palace masters were suppressed in the pavilion. Please give me a follow-up, don't stop at the door.
After writing this chapter, I paused for a long time.
Zhao Lin bullied Chen Yan, robbed him, and almost killed him. But seeing that the lamp was about to go out, Chen Yan still picked up the oil can and added half a drop more.
He didn't forgive anyone. He was just a lantern keeper and couldn't bear to see the light go out before his eyes. This half drop of oil is other people's bottom line.
He understood the tiger and wolf medicine in the elixir and the knife handed to him by his uncle, but he could not say a word. He could only turn around and hide himself in the shadow of three thousand lights.
Brothers who understand how big this pot is, please add it to your bookshelf. In the next chapter, Chen Yan no longer plans to just look at the results. He wants to stay in the palace and see with his own eyes how the luck is taken away.
Eryan, come out.
Chen Yan did not touch the oil of the three thousand lamps in the palace, which was the life of others; he squatted in the waste ditch, rummaged through the waste pile, and refined the useless elixirs and weapons that others looked down upon, piece by piece, into his own wealth. One is a master of Qi and the other is a master of refining things. The flame of this lamp has only lit two wisps, and it will continue to grow. Three layers of air entrainment, breakthrough.
But in the half of the blood-stained waste jade at the end of the chapter, there was a trace of blood that could not be melted, and even the flames of lamps could not be avoided, and there were marks on the back of the jade that had been rubbed away.
Whose blood is this? Does it have anything to do with the spinning lamp and the tall building? Follow up with questions and you will soon have answers. Please follow up and read, we will continue to pick up the missing points and continue to develop.
The protagonist of this chapter is Xiao Shitou.
Everyone in the sect looked up, and only this idiot ran across the back hill to give Chen Yan a hot mouthful. I specifically wrote about carrying double loads of stones and giving chaff cakes to the firewood shed. For a person like Chen Yan, if someone gives him a good point, he will remember it for a lifetime.
The monthly salary was deducted and the lamp oil was cut off. Deacon Qian was a cruel person. I know that many brothers here felt aggrieved for him. Hold it back for a moment so that the slap in the face will be louder later. He himself said, "What should be given to me will not be withheld for long." This account, including principal and interest, will have to be repaid sooner or later.
If you like this kind of thing where you can live alone and then explode, add a bookshelf so that you don't get lost.
I wrote about Mr. Pei very carefully.
He had been drowsy all day long, but he could still tell the movement of the three thousand lamps in the hall with his eyes closed. People like Deacon Qian were only afraid of his saying "the oil is enough to burn". He gave two casual instructions, one "it's the person who should be remembered" and the other "willing to endure it", which sounded normal, but will come true in the future. The half piece of broken jade on the chest and the sentence "Lamp oil shouldn't be this color" are also buried threads.
At the end of the chapter, Chen Yan finally saw something on the tall building, and his eye opened.
Whether he hid or not will be revealed in the first sentence of the next chapter. I feel that this old man is not simple, and I want to know what that eye is. I will add a bookshelf to catch up on the update, and we will take our time.
Those who chased me to Chapter 4 are all my own, so I'll thank you with fists in my hands.
This book would be ruined as soon as it was published. Chen Yan's path is to take the character "Gou" as his head, pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, have residual spiritual roots, and was born as a handyman. He relies on an ancient lamp to observe luck, refine waste, and make a fortune in silence. When it's time to endure, he can endure it better than anyone else, and when it's time to take action, he is never hesitant.
The rest of the drama has been prepared: the outer sect boy pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, picks up leaks in the market, rescues people from mass graves, and builds the foundation step by step; the tall building, the eye, and the overall situation of "who is lighting the lamp and who is the oil" will also be revealed layer by layer.
For those who like this kind of mortal flow, which is more stable and a little suspenseful, please click "Add to Bookshelf" to follow it without getting lost. Who does that wisp of luck that was taken away at the end of the chapter lead to? Let's talk about it in the comments section. I'll read it all.
Chapter 3: Zhao Lin was slapped in the face for the first time, and he set himself on fire.
And the sea of nine-sky lights at the end of the chapter, the immortals boiling in the wicks... Are the real overall picture of this book. Who is lighting the lamp? Who is the oil? I will fill in any pitfalls, so just pursue them with confidence.
[Add to bookshelf] Let's go and guess in the comment section who Mr. Pei is. If you guess right, I'll pin it to you.
In this chapter, Chen Yan finally entered the middle stage of entraining Qi. There was no magic trick from heaven, and there was no one step to reach the sky. His progress was achieved through seven or eight days behind closed doors, drop by drop of lamp oil, and pulse pulses again and again. The pleasure of ordinary people's flow is not to become fat in one bite, but to watch him break the hurdle that others have crossed in one step into ten or a hundred steps, and grit his teeth and walk through it. Only in this way can the realm achieved through cultivation be solid. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the ancient lamp illuminated something strange: a wisp of gold entwined with ashes, a breath of both blessing and misfortune, approaching him. Who is this "noble man"? Is it a chance, or a fateful disaster? Looking back, the answer is quick. Brothers who have followed Chapter 12, please "add it to the bookshelf". Let's accompany Chen Yan and walk this road step by step to the end.
I know many brothers felt aggrieved after reading this chapter. Being scolded in public and detained every month, Chen Yan lowered his head and didn't even say a harsh word. He was happy to take action at this time, but Deacon Qian was waiting to catch him. He was willing to admit this coward because he knew in his heart that the score could be settled slowly and that he only had one life. Shi Gan, on the other hand, was often deducted from his monthly salary. He was the first to stand up for him and secretly stuffed him with half a piece of hot cake. This idiot is the only warmth Chen Yan has in this cold sect. Don't worry, everyone, Chen Yan has secretly recorded all those who were detained and humiliated in his account. There is no reason why he suffered in vain. Later in the assessment and competition, he will get back what he deserves with the capital and profits. Please give me an update, don't follow this tone, let's continue reading.
In this chapter, Chen Yan saw his name in the book that no one could escape. The previous palace masters died suddenly and disappeared one by one, and the next person who lit the lamp was written next to his name. The ink pen next to Mr. Pei's name wrote the word "Chen Yan". Is this a message or a reminder? Don't jump to conclusions yet. The scariest thing is the ending: the door is pushed open, no one is outside, and there is no light. The first thing that comes in is the smell of old lamp oil. Is the person standing outside the door the old man guarding the pavilion, the old man Pei who came with him, or something else? Those who haven't left after reading Chapter 10 are really convinced by this book and begging to "add it to the bookshelf". In the next chapter, the man outside the door should show up. Let's see if Chen Yan can walk out of the pavilion safely.
In this chapter, I would like to ask you to remember one hour: Zi hour. Pei Lao had already said that the thing "opens its eyes at midnight" every day; when Chen Yan encountered the silk thread, it was just after midnight. The time it opened its eyes, it was collecting oil. Deng Ying squatted on the ground to wait with him, and the ancient lantern in his arms was shrunk to a point and did not dare to show its head. These things that have not been revealed are left to you to savor. On the back of the wooden sign at the end of the chapter, there is a word that has been smoothed by the fingertips, and only half of it can be seen like "Deng". Who held the sign that entered the pavilion in the past? Could that complete word be "lamp"? If you can guess it, please leave a comment in the comment area. In the next chapter, Hidden Light Pavilion, Chen Yan pushed open the door and went in to see how many lives of the palace masters were suppressed in the pavilion. Please give me a follow-up, don't stop at the door.
After writing this chapter, I paused for a long time. Zhao Lin bullied Chen Yan, robbed him, and almost killed him. But seeing that the lamp was about to go out, Chen Yan still picked up the oil can and added half a drop more. He didn't forgive anyone. He was just a lantern keeper and couldn't bear to see the light go out before his eyes. This half drop of oil is other people's bottom line. He understood the tiger and wolf medicine in the elixir and the knife handed to him by his uncle, but he could not say a word. He could only turn around and hide himself in the shadow of three thousand lights. Brothers who understand how big this pot is, please add it to your bookshelf. In the next chapter, Chen Yan no longer plans to just look at the results. He wants to stay in the palace and see with his own eyes how the luck is taken away.
Eryan, come out. Chen Yan did not touch the oil of the three thousand lamps in the palace, which was the life of others; he squatted in the waste ditch, rummaged through the waste pile, and refined the useless elixirs and weapons that others looked down upon, piece by piece, into his own wealth. One is a master of Qi and the other is a master of refining things. The flame of this lamp has only lit two wisps, and it will continue to grow. Three layers of air entrainment, breakthrough. But in the half of the blood-stained waste jade at the end of the chapter, there was a trace of blood that could not be melted, and even the flames of lamps could not be avoided, and there were marks on the back of the jade that had been rubbed away. Whose blood is this? Does it have anything to do with the spinning lamp and the tall building? Follow up with questions and you will soon have answers. Please follow up and read, we will continue to pick up the missing points and continue to develop.
The protagonist of this chapter is Xiao Shitou. Everyone in the sect looked up, and only this idiot ran across the back hill to give Chen Yan a hot mouthful. I specifically wrote about carrying double loads of stones and giving chaff cakes to the firewood shed. For a person like Chen Yan, if someone gives him a good point, he will remember it for a lifetime. The monthly salary was deducted and the lamp oil was cut off. Deacon Qian was a cruel person. I know that many brothers here felt aggrieved for him. Hold it back for a moment so that the slap in the face will be louder later. He himself said, "What should be given to me will not be withheld for long." This account, including principal and interest, will have to be repaid sooner or later. If you like this kind of thing where you can live alone and then explode, add a bookshelf so that you don't get lost.
I wrote about Mr. Pei very carefully. He had been drowsy all day long, but he could still tell the movement of the three thousand lamps in the hall with his eyes closed. People like Deacon Qian were only afraid of his saying "the oil is enough to burn". He gave two casual instructions, one "it's the person who should be remembered" and the other "willing to endure it", which sounded normal, but will come true in the future. The half piece of broken jade on the chest and the sentence "Lamp oil shouldn't be this color" are also buried threads. At the end of the chapter, Chen Yan finally saw something on the tall building, and his eye opened. Whether he hid or not will be revealed in the first sentence of the next chapter. I feel that this old man is not simple, and I want to know what that eye is. I will add a bookshelf to catch up on the update, and we will take our time.
Those who chased me to Chapter 4 are all my own, so I'll thank you with fists in my hands. This book would be ruined as soon as it was published. Chen Yan's path is to take the character "Gou" as his head, pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, have residual spiritual roots, and was born as a handyman. He relies on an ancient lamp to observe luck, refine waste, and make a fortune in silence. When it's time to endure, he can endure it better than anyone else, and when it's time to take action, he is never hesitant. The rest of the drama has been prepared: the outer sect boy pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, picks up leaks in the market, rescues people from mass graves, and builds the foundation step by step; the tall building, the eye, and the overall situation of "who is lighting the lamp and who is the oil" will also be revealed layer by layer. For those who like this kind of mortal flow, which is more stable and a little suspenseful, please click "Add to Bookshelf" to follow it without getting lost. Who does that wisp of luck that was taken away at the end of the chapter lead to? Let's talk about it in the comments section. I'll read it all.
Chapter 3: Zhao Lin was slapped in the face for the first time, and he set himself on fire. And the sea of nine-sky lights at the end of the chapter, the immortals boiling in the wicks... Are the real overall picture of this book. Who is lighting the lamp? Who is the oil? I will fill in any pitfalls, so just pursue them with confidence. [Add to bookshelf] Let's go and guess in the comment section who Mr. Pei is. If you guess right, I'll pin it to you.