However, now is not a time to be intoxicated with joy.

With the enemy in front of him, the crisis of life and death is right in front of him. If he can't even escape this disaster, let alone cultivating the mind essence now, even if he suddenly breaks through to the Xiaoyao Realm, it will be useless.

Moreover, even if he cultivates the mind essence when he enters the fourth level of the state of meditation, it does not mean that his qualifications will change from then on. If a half-orched body is a half-orched body, the future path of practice will still be long and arduous.

Moreover, Xiao Mo's state of entering into meditation did not improve as a result. He entered the fourth level of meditation or the fourth level of meditation. If he wanted to advance to the fifth level of meditation, he still had to go through a long period of practice.

I looked up at the sky. It was just past midnight, and there were more than two hours before Xiao Mo recognized the best time to escape.

The figure of Deacon Xiao outside the door still stood there, straight as a gun, and remained motionless.

It is obvious that even if he doesn't like Xiao Mo, a half-keyed body, he doesn't take him seriously at all, but he is still very loyal to his duties. If he doesn't wait for the Xiao family to send Xiao Mo into the prison car, he will probably never leave.

Xiao Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

At this time, his heart had completely calmed down. Looking at the motionless figure of Deacon Xiao outside the window, an immature plan suddenly began to jump out of his mind.

After a while, my thoughts kept changing and improving around this plan. In the end, a plan that was almost perfect in Xiao Mo's eyes and could ensure that he could deal with any emergencies was completely formed in his mind.

But after all, it is life-related. Just in case, he pondered the plan from beginning to end and confirmed that there was no missed again. There was almost 100% chance of success, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Next, we will wait for the dawn of Mao time."

Once a person feels relaxed, he can't help but think about it. He just cultivated the mind, but Xiao Mo didn't want to practice again.

After thinking about it, he suddenly stretched out his hand and took out the black wooden fish he had obtained in the family's Tibetan Heart Pavilion during the day.

The night is as cool as water, and the bright moon moves through the window, sprinkling a cool moonlight in Xiao Mo's room.

Xiao Mo held the black wooden fish in his palm and watched carefully.

I didn't look carefully during the day, and it was the moonlight at this time. When Xiao Mo's eyes fell on the black wooden fish in his palm, he was surprised to find that with the moonlight above his head, the pattern on the wooden fish seemed to come alive, revealing a strange smell under the moonlight.

Xiao Mo looked carefully and saw that the color of the wooden fish was slowly changing, from the original dark color to pure green, and finally it turned out to be purple in green, and the whole thing was as transparent as a delicately crafted heart.

The most important thing is that "it" actually has a breath.

I saw its back undulating, with a very slight frequency, and it would not be discovered without looking carefully. But when you concentrate on the back of the wooden fish, you will find this very wonderful change, like a shout, a breath... full of strange rhythm.

"This is?"

Xiao Mo was shocked, his hand shook, and almost knocked the wooden fish to the ground.

Fortunately, he was extremely arrogant and restrained at the last moment. He held his left hand and did not dare to look at it anymore, so he put it into his sleeves. While the man sat cross-legged, his face still changing, and he still had not replied to the strange changes that had happened to the wooden fish just now.

"This wooden fish is absolutely extraordinary, but what exactly is it? Why does it have such a strange change? How did it fall into my Xiao family's heart pavilion and be collected as an ordinary soul treasure?"

Countless questions emerged in Xiao Mo's heart, and he couldn't help but think of the origin of the strange sound instrument like Muyu.

Legend has it that the birth of the wooden fish was because in ancient times, a Buddhist monk went to the Western Zen Holy Land to seek scriptures. At that time, the vitality of heaven and earth had not yet dissipated, and it was the time when Taoism was the most prosperous. The Western Zen Holy Land was the ancestral home of the Buddhist sect at that time.

After a lot of hardships, the monk finally got the scriptures and returned. However, when he was crossing the sea, the wind and waves were shaking. A evil fish rushed towards the boat with a big mouth and swallowed the scriptures placed on the bow of the boat in one bite.

In order to protect the scriptures, the monk jumped into the sea to fight with the evil fish, and finally killed it and dragged it back to the bow of the ship.

Once the evil fish dies, the sea surface instantly returns to calm and the sun shines brightly. The body of the evil fish turns into sewage and flows into the sea, leaving only the fish head on the boat, but the scriptures have been lost and can no longer be saved.

Afterwards, the monk had to return to the Buddhist temple with his fish head, knocking on the fish head every day, chanting "Amitabha...", hoping to return the Buddhist scriptures. Day after day, the fish head was knocked to pieces.

But the monk had already developed the days of chanting sutras while knocking on the fish head, so he carved a wooden carving according to the fish head. He recited sutras every day, and finally became a Buddha.

Therefore, later generations rushed to visit and knocked on wooden fish to recite scriptures, which became the practice habit of Buddhist students.

However, Xiao Mo knew that this rumor was just a far-fetched understanding by later generations. Buddhists like to use wooden fish, because the fish wake up day and night and never close their eyes, so they carve the wood shape and hit it, with the intention of warning themselves and not slacking off.

This has the same meaning as the Buddhist precepts, but later it gradually spread and people did not know its meaning, but the wooden fish became very popular and spread throughout the world, becoming one of the symbols of Buddhism.

In fact, this artifact is also used by many Taoist disciples. It was originally used as a Taoist token, to summon apprentices and use them to preach. It can be said that its symbolic significance is far greater than its practical significance.

However, when the energy of heaven and earth dissipates, the disciples of Buddhism and Taoism will either escape into the blessings of the cave and the world and cannot leave; or they will completely disappear and become memories. Muyu is also forgotten by the world as time goes by.

Therefore, it is unreasonable to say that it is really a rare treasure, and it should not be related to the scholars of the mind.

Because the mind-cultivator was born 4,500 years ago, and 4,500 years ago, the disciples of the Buddha Sect and the Tao Sect had already hidden in the world and no longer appeared in the world.

Therefore, unless it was born, it originated from 4,500 years ago... before the sect of mind practice had completely developed and strengthened, and when the vitality of heaven and earth had not yet collapsed.

If it were the Buddha treasures inherited at that time, it would be reasonable.

But Xiao Mo looked at the wooden fish just now, but it was very new, and it didn't look like an antique that had been circulated for more than 4,500 years. Therefore, there must be some secrets that Xiao Mo didn't know.

What kind of treasure is this wooden fish, and what specific function does it have?

With such doubts in my arms, time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, the bright moon hung westward and the sun had not yet risen. It was the closest time of the day to the light, but darkest.

Xiao Mo suddenly woke up from his thoughts. When he looked at the sky outside the window, he instantly realized that the time had come.

If you don't leave, it will be too late.

So, he had to restrain his thinking that he had no idea where he was just now, concentrate his mind, and finally turned around and took a look at the place where he had lived for three years. The original owner of this body had lived here for more than ten years. He suddenly wanted to leave, and he was really reluctant to let it go.

But with great perseverance, Xiao Mo gritted his teeth and integrated all the memories of living here into this look. Then, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and took out the third-grade spiritual pill, the King of Heavenly Protective Pill, from his arms, from his arms, the third-grade spiritual pill sent to him by Deacon Xiao in the afternoon.

Uncovered the green jade pill bottle and poured out a strange pill with a fiery red color, which was like a scent of strange pills that were steaming with flames. As soon as the pills came out of the bottle, a strange fragrance came to your nose in an instant.

Xiao Mo did not hesitate and opened his mouth and slapped the pill into his mouth.

Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed like a knife, and suddenly rushed towards his throat.

With a light "bang", Xiao Mo's throat, without any precaution, suddenly appeared in a small blood hole, and blood flowed out like a spring.

Xiao Mo's body suddenly turned dark and he fell to the ground with a "thump", smashing down a chair he had already prepared to be on the side.

The dull "dong" sound was naturally particularly harsh on this dark night.

The Xiao family deacon who had been waiting all night could not ignore such a strange sound. He slowly turned around and sneered: "Claw, it's already this time, what else do you want to make a mystery? Get ready to go!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, when he turned completely, his eyes fell into the window, and a shadow lying on the ground suddenly realized something was wrong: "No, this boy's will is too weak, and he knew what kind of torture he would have to go through when he fell into the hands of the Bai family, and he actually killed himself."

"No, he must not die. If he dies, how should I explain my mission?"

In a state of anxiety, he no longer cared about anything else. He suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped it heavily, and the window in front of him shattered.

Deacon Xiao jumped into the room, glanced at him and saw the throat bleeding from the ground. Xiao Mo, who had already cut off his breath, had his face changed for a moment.

"Damn it, I will die sooner or later. I chose to harm myself when the patriarch was about to come and mention people. Isn't this pushing me into the yellow nick pit?"

He jumped over, stretched out his index finger, and gently lit it under Xiao Mo's nose, unable to feel any aura. He tried to cross a few traces of heart, but Xiao Mo's body temperature was still getting colder and colder, obviously irreversible.

Deacon Xiao was completely panicked. He could no longer care about anything else. He hurriedly ran out of Xiao Mo's yard, shouting as he ran: "No, no, Xiao Mo has been self-injured. Please ask the clan leader, please ask the clan leader!"

The voice was getting farther and farther away, and it was obvious that he was going to ask Xiao Baiqi, the leader of the Xiao family, for instructions.

After he left, Xiao Mo, who had clearly cut off his breath, suddenly opened his eyes and flicked up from the ground again, his eyes shining like the bright moon.

He stretched out his hand and lit it twice under his throat, and stopped the bleeding immediately. Then he looked at the back of the Deacon Xiao running away, and sneered: "The golden cicada escapes its shell, and care is messy. Do you think, what do you think the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill I want you to prepaid in advance is used for?"

Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful and murmured: "You should be glad that if it weren't for the high gap between you and me, I wouldn't have been sure that you would kill with one blow when you approached, and there would be an accident, otherwise you would be a corpse now."

"However, I, Xiao Mo, leave today, and there will always be a reward for the next day, and I will just let you live in this world for a while..."

"I guess, when you find that I'm just pretending to die, leaving early, and can't find my trace, you, the family's deacon who is responsible for guarding me, may not be able to live a better life!"

A strange sarcasm erupted from the corner of his mouth, and Xiao Mo knew that his method would not last long.

After a while, someone will definitely come to check here, so it is not advisable to stay for a long time.

So he did not hesitate and put some important items he had prepared into his sleeves, then he stretched his body and took advantage of the window hole that was broken by the palm of the Xiao family deacon, and walked quickly in the night.

This was the darkest time before dawn, but it was the beginning of Xiao Mo's hope.
Chapter completed!