A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 25

"I don't know how long this search will take!" she said, somewhat frustrated. "I don't even know what he looks like."

In the time it takes to exchange a few words, the two have already passed through the rocks and entered a bamboo forest.

It was completely dark.

A chill permeated the bamboo forest, and Lin Feifei felt a coldness spread throughout her body. The dark purple stone on her chest shone brightly through her Taoist robe in the darkness. She quickly revealed it outside her robe, and instantly, her vision brightened; she could see everything within two meters.

The mad monk seemed to sense something was wrong as well, stopping in his tracks and muttering, "Strange, what exactly is this?"

He couldn't sense it either.

Lin Feifei thought for a moment and said, "I'll try using the Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Technique."

“Very well,” the mad monk nodded, “the Maoshan Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Technique is indeed useful.”

Lin Feifei immediately pulled out a black cloth from her bosom to cover her eyes, but suddenly stopped.

"Hey, don't you dare leave me behind and run away," she said warily, squinting at him. "If anything happens to me, I'll drag you down with me even if I become a ghost, you know?"

The mad monk nodded honestly, thought for a moment, and then muttered to himself, "So the Yin-Yang communication technique requires blindfolding."

Lin Feifei naturally wouldn't mention her embarrassing experience of fainting from a ghost. Once she was sure he wouldn't abandon her and run away, she felt relieved—having a handsome protector was a wonderful thing, except that this handsome guy was a monk.

With her eyes covered by a black cloth, she concentrated, made hand seals, and began chanting a spell.

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What is that?

Tearing off the black cloth covering her eyes, Lin Feifei was so surprised she could hardly believe it. Her psychic abilities were usually very effective, but this time, apart from a rustling sound she had never heard before, which seemed to be the wind blowing through leaves, there was nothing else.

“It’s not a ghost.” The mad monk looked at her.

Lin Feifei nodded, then asked in confusion, "What is it?"

"Could it be that the flowers and trees have become spirits?" The mad monk thought for a moment and shook his head. "No, how could I not sense if the flowers and trees had become demons?"

"Shall I try again?"

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feifei focused her mind and began to perform hand seals again. As long as she was sure it wasn't a terrifying-looking ghost, she would stop covering her eyes.

The rustling sound started again.

But she could clearly sense that there was no wind in the bamboo forest, so where did the sound come from?

Closer and clearer...

She slowly opened her eyes, all her spiritual power concentrated in them, and at that moment she could see no one but herself.

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A vast expanse of white mist.

How could there be fog? She scanned the empty surroundings and finally discovered that all the white fog was rising from one place, surging out like a fountain, and then dissipating like smoke.

It doesn't resemble demonic energy, nor does it resemble the yin energy of the underworld. What is it then?

"That thing" must be inside the white mist! A strong premonition resurfaced, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never see through the white mist.

"It's fog," she murmured, "a white fog, but I can't see what's inside."

The mad monk was extremely surprised to hear this, but he did not interrupt her.

Lin Feifei finally withdrew her spiritual power in disappointment, feeling extremely exhausted. It seemed she had expended too much energy: "I can't see anything, there's only a white mist, all white."

The mad monk's eyes widened, and he tapped his smooth forehead: "This humble monk has not sensed any demonic aura either, what should we do?"

If it's not a demon or monster, why is the Mystic Purple Stone reacting abnormally?

Lin Feifei glanced around and pointed to a clump of bamboo: "The white mist is coming from there."

Using the light from the amethyst stone, the two gazed at the clump of bamboo in the distance, but it was still somewhat blurry, and it seemed there was nothing there. The mad monk thought for a moment, then decided to go up and investigate.

Just as he was about to step forward, a strong sense of foreboding washed over him. Lin Feifei shuddered and quickly stopped him, saying, "Let's go!"

In that instant, the light from the Xuanzi Stone suddenly went out!

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Thirteen - Perilous Situation

dark.

Everything fell into a silent, terrifying darkness, with only the sound of their breathing audible.

A rustling sound came from above.

Perhaps it was the wind blowing through the bamboo; or perhaps it was a warning from that overly strong psychic ability?

What on earth happened that caused the usually effective Xuanzi Stone to suddenly lose its effect? Could it be that it's gone? In her mind's eye, Lin Feifei immediately concluded that this was impossible.

She clung tightly to the mad monk's sleeve, unable to resist calling out, "Mad monk, are you there?"

“This humble monk is not here,” the mad monk’s bitter laugh echoed in the darkness. “Then who are you pulling at?”

I'm glad he's still here; my rapidly beating heart finally calmed down a bit.

Lin Feifei gripped her sword, strained her ears to listen carefully, and then asked in a trembling voice, "Hey, did you hear anything?"