The old monk had a look of compassion on his face when he heard this, and after a long time he replied softly: "If you can find that meteorite, you can suppress the demons under the abyss and restore the sacred mountain to life."

After three courses of tea, the old monk put away the things on the table with a wave of his hand.

Looking at Watson, he said quietly: "Find something to repair the magic circle as soon as possible and explain everything about your future."

Watson nodded and asked seriously: "Is it the day when the magic circle is repaired..."

The old monk continued: "That's right, that's when you wake up from your dream. Just take care of yourself and don't destroy the balance of the two worlds."

Taking a deep breath, Watson remembered someone who couldn't help but ask: "Senior, when I wake up from the dream, can I take my sister or others back to Yinshan Mountain?"

The old monk obviously did not expect that Watson would have such an imaginative mind and wanted to bring someone from this world back to the Yin Mountain, and he was still speechless.

Watson was also startled by his own thoughts.

Originally, he was just worried that he would not be able to find his parents who were traveling all over the world for a while, and he was worried that his sister would be alone in this world, so he wanted to bring her back to the small town in the Five Realms.

Because he thought of his godfather. Since Xiao Hei could return to the Five Realms with his godfather, he might also be able to take his sister back.

He didn't even think about whether he had such an ability, let alone whether he could bring his sister back with him when he returned here again.

He just didn't want his sister to stay alone on Phoenix Mountain. He was afraid that if his sister was in danger next time, who would save her if he wasn't around?

But he saw a solemn look in the old monk's eyes, and he thought to himself, could this be his own whim?

The old monk did not answer him immediately, but smiled thoughtfully.

Then he said quietly: "Remember, you don't have much time, so cherish the opportunities in this world."

After saying this, without giving Watson an explanation, he waved his hand and disappeared in front of Watson's eyes into a breeze.

It was as if it had never happened before, giving Watson a dreamlike illusion. He couldn't help shouting: "Senior, you haven't given me an answer yet?"

A faint voice came from the void: "You can try it when the time comes."

Watson was dumbfounded when he heard this, and thought to himself, have you answered my question? Is it OK or not?

Thinking of this, I turned around and looked at the snowy surroundings, wondering where is my way forward? Where is my sister? Where are my senior brothers?

…

Deep in the Yinshan Mountains, on the stone table outside the door of the stone house, Xiao Hei was lying on a stone bench basking in the sun. Watson had been sleeping for a whole month.

At first, he was afraid that something might happen to Watson, so he flew to the small town to find the old monk and ask about Watson's situation.

Later, when he learned that Watson was just in a dream, he didn't worry anymore.

When it's time to eat, I fly up to the sky to find something to eat. When I'm tired, I go back to the stone house to rest.

Fortunately, the bandits here have been wiped out, and not one of the subsequent killers has escaped, plus the talisman that Watson posted outside the stone house.

Even the monsters in the mountains dare not approach here.

With half-closed eyes, Xiao Hei muttered in a soft voice: "Smelly boy, if you don't wake up, I will fly back to southern Xinjiang to participate in this shocking battle."

Xiao Hei is worried about his brother who is on the Tianshan Mountain, and at the same time he is worried about Yelu Mingzhu and others in Nanyun City. How can he think about basking in the sun on Yinshan Mountain every day?

If it weren't for the fear that Watson would be dragged away by the monster, he would have returned to Nanyun City long ago.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. When Xiao Hei opened his eyes, he couldn't help shouting: "Senior, can you wake up that brat Watson?"

The old monk looked at him and shook his head, took out a basket of fruits and put it on the table.

He said quietly: "He has some business to do now, and he will probably have to wait a few more days before he wakes up. Don't be impatient."

Xiao Hei became anxious when he heard this. He looked at the old monk and said, "When this guy wakes up, the day lily will be cold. I have to rush back to participate in the war in southern Xinjiang!"

The old monk replied disapprovingly: "What are you doing? Remember that you can't take action unless a few children are at the critical moment of life and death. This is not your battlefield."

Xiao Hei was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered his brother's explanation that he was only responsible for watching over a few children and rescued them when their lives were in danger.

This war really had nothing to do with him.

Lao Shang sighed, looked at a white cloud floating in the sky and said lightly: "The outcome of this war is not something you have to consider."

"What if Nalanyu and the others lose?" Xiao Hei asked unwillingly, jumping up on the table and stretching out his mouth to eat the spiritual fruit in the basket.

The old monk spread his hands: "Your brother has done so much for them. It took more than ten years to train Watson and his children."

"He personally set up a large formation in Nanyun City. If they still can't win, it will be their fate. At most, the dynasty will have to change its emperor."

When Xiao Hei heard this, he was immediately speechless and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

There was some reluctance in his heart, but when he remembered that Watson was still sleeping in the stone house, he decided not to think about the war in southern Xinjiang.

If there is any big deal, we have to wait until this guy wakes up.

The old monk seemed to see what Xiao Hei was worried about, and couldn't help but remind him: "When Watson wakes up, I'm afraid he will have to break through the tribulation soon. Tell him not to rush back to Nanyun City."

"Tell him not to participate in the battle in Nanyun City?" Xiao Hei was a little confused.

The old monk sighed, touched his head and said with a smile: "Next time when you return to Tianshan, let your brother teach you to read more books."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned into a breeze.

Xiao Hei was eating happily when he saw the old monk leaving Yinshan in a blink of an eye. He couldn't help but ask: "What should I do when Watson wakes up?"

The voice of the old monk came in the wind: "He should know what to do. Can't we fight behind the enemy's rear? Xiao Hei, you need to study more!"

Xiao Hei was stunned and muttered to himself: "I've never read a book before?"

…

After all the fuss, it was already past noon.

By the time Watson cooked some broth to fill his stomach and walked all the way up the mountainside, it was already late.

I looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountains and saw that the snow-capped mountains could not be seen to the end, blending into the color of the sky.

I can't tell which one is the snow mountain and which one is the sky.

Although he walked down to the mountainside, he still felt the pressure from the Tianshan Mountains, and there was also an inexplicable aura from the mountains, trying to rush into his divine sea and disturb his mind.

In the blink of an eye, if my sister and others had climbed here, it would have been difficult to reach the top of the snow-capped mountain under such pressure.

Fortunately, I arrived at the top of the mountain, which saved me the trouble of climbing.

It's just that he forgot one important thing. If his sister and others encountered the sound of the piano on the top of the mountain and were trapped in an illusion, would they be able to escape clearly?

If he hadn't possessed the Buddhist mentality, I'm afraid he would have been trapped on the top of a snow-capped mountain like the previous monks.

After all, countless monks have tried it before.

But at the moment, Watson still doesn't know where the monks who came to the secret realm, including his sister and others, are trapped. This is why he went all the way to the mountainside to search.

Regarding the secret realm, the old monk didn't give him any hints. He had to slowly explore everywhere by himself.

So, there was no one on the top of the snowy mountain, so he had to go all the way to the mountainside to look for him.

"Young man, what do you want to do here on the snow-capped mountains?"

At this moment, an old man's voice rang in Watson's ears. The voice came from a place not far away. He looked around, but he didn't know where he was.

A small stone house was right in front of him.

He didn't expect that he had just sent away the old monk, and in the next moment there would be an old man living in seclusion here? Could it be that it was his old friend?

We walked all the way to the stone house and looked at the ageless stone house in front of us and the kind-faced old man in front of us.

Watson couldn't help but let out a long sigh, stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I never thought that in this snowy mountain, I could meet my senior living in seclusion here?!"

Lao Youyi's eyes, which did not reveal the joy and sorrow, fell on Watson, and he replied calmly: "I am getting older, and I can't go to far places, so I can only survive in this snowy mountain."

Watson's expression condensed. Could it be that the old man was also trapped in a secret realm and had lived in seclusion here for hundreds of years? Or was it because he had been a monk for decades?

"Is it possible that senior is also trapped here?" Watson took a step forward and asked.

In his opinion, if the old man was like his sister and the senior brothers in the temple, he wouldn't mind spending more effort and taking the old man away from here together.

"Alas!" A sigh came out of the old man's mouth, turning into a low voice that traveled through time and space, echoing in Watson's ears.

This sound that travels through time and space seems to be able to suppress the snowy mountains and wipe out the monsters in the world.

"Sitting in the mountains without knowing the time, please sit down and drink tea."

The old man pointed to the stone bench in front of him, looked at Watson and said with a smile: "Young man, why did you come here? Is it possible that you were framed?"

I saw a gust of mountain wind blowing past, and a few dry pieces fell from the wind, falling in the hands of the old man and in the palm of Watson's outstretched hand, giving him the illusion of a dream.

Could it be that this is another dream within a dream?

What happened in the secret realm of Kunlun back then, and why was such a kind old man trapped here?

Suddenly, in the vast white snow, the old man stood alone on the top of the snow mountain, his figure like a dead branch looking extremely lonely.

Picking up the spiritual tea poured by the old man, Watson took a sip and then sighed softly.

"Senior, I came here to look for someone in this secret realm. When I find my sister, senior brother and the rest, I will definitely return here and take senior with me to leave this secret realm."

In Watson's view, Kunlun's troubles have been eliminated.

Kunlun is so big. After tens of millions of years, who can guarantee that no ambitious person will want to use this secret realm to do some unknown things?

There were quite a few cultivators who lost their way to the secret realm last time. Although each of them had good talents, they were all just cultivators below the Nascent Soul. I am afraid that the training between life and death would not be as good as mine.
To be continued...