In the dead of night, people are snoring everywhere.
The wooden door of the dormitory creaked slightly, and a dark shadow passed by and disappeared in a flash.
My mental exploration in the afternoon did not allow me to discover the existence of earth spirits. I also accidentally disturbed the killing array on the main peak and almost left traces.
After much consideration, I decided to go out and see it in person.
Especially the mountain behind the Daomen, which is said to be a secret forbidden area that can only be entered by the headmaster Tai Xuzi, has a high possibility of hiding earth spirits.
Furthermore, Lingxi told me the night before I left Kyoto that there was a lucky locust tree growing in Taoism, which came into being at the right moment.
It is regarded as the center point of Taoist luck, so I should pay more attention to it.
Perhaps we can trace the root cause based on the locust tree and find the place where the spiritual power fluctuations are strongest.
I flew along the route, avoiding the patrols of the outer disciples, and "brazenly" rushed towards the back mountain.
Dressed in black and wearing a human skin mask on my face, I have no worries about anyone being able to guess my true identity.
I'm just afraid of the Taoist Formation. It's hidden very deep. If I'm trapped, I won't be able to escape in a short time.
If I am besieged by Tai Xuzi and others, even if I escape unscathed, it will definitely affect my subsequent plans.
Therefore, I was very cautious and kept my mind open as I flew by, sensing every move around me.
Ten minutes later, I walked out of the dark corner and hid in a leafy sycamore tree.
Well, the tree is a good tree, but the smell is a bit strange.
A strong smell of urine emanated from the soil at the roots, and it almost killed me.
Fifty meters ahead is the heavily guarded entrance to the back mountain.
Because it was covered by a blurry and distorted formation, I couldn't see the scene inside clearly.
Dozens of inner sect disciples were waiting in full formation, patrolling back and forth with alert eyes.
It is definitely not advisable to break through forcefully, and forcefully breaking the formation will only cause more trouble.
In desperation, I rose to a high altitude and worked hard to find flaws on the three sides of the formation.
I want to see if there are any weak loopholes or other hidden entrances.
Unfortunately, I found nothing and wasted more than half an hour.
Feeling regretful, I returned to Wutongshu, planning to use the stupidest method to wait and see.
You know, people have three urgent needs, but I don’t believe that these inner disciples didn’t pee all night.
As long as I can catch a lone person, I have absolute confidence to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.
In this way, I quietly lurked among the dense branches and leaves, quietly waiting for the white rabbit I needed to come to my door.
Half an hour, an hour, two hours...
After waiting for two and a half hours, and seeing that it would be dawn in another hour, I was ready to give up.
But at this moment, a fair-looking inner disciple ran towards the sycamore tree, clutching his stomach.
My heart moved, and I held my breath and concentrated.
The moment he unbuttoned his belt, I covered his mouth and nose, patted him gently, and dragged him to the tree.
It's not fatal, but it can make him sleep for a long time.
Then, I took off his inner clothes as quickly as possible and put them on myself. I controlled the human skin mask to change the shape of his face according to his appearance.
It can't be exactly the same, but there are still some similarities.
In addition, since it was dark, I deliberately lowered my head and showed my face to others, but the group of familiar disciples did not notice anything wrong.
"yawn."
When a disciple sneezed, my figure flashed and disappeared.
...
Barren mountains and ridges, cool breeze blowing.
The ground is overgrown with weeds and graves stand tall.
Before I could stand firm, a majestic wave of air rushed toward me.
"Illusion array?"
My pupils shrank and I secretly screamed that something was not good.
But it was too late, the world was spinning.
"Click."
The scene in front of me was fragmented, and my soul seemed to be floating in the air.
After walking and walking, I came to a lonely temple.
Red walls, yellow tiles, and few burning incense.
A short, elderly man wearing a gray robe sat on a mahogany armchair with his eyes closed and meditating.
He was holding an ancient yellow-covered book in his left hand and a black, snake-shaped cane in his right hand.
The smoke penetrated from his mouth and nose, like delicious food, making his old face look full of intoxication.
"Whose last name is that, and where is your registered residence?"
He opened his eyes suddenly and his voice was like a loud bell.
I was confused, but there was still a trace of clarity left, and I replied dully: "Yigou, from Dongmen Village, Haihe City."
The old man stood up proudly, quickly flipped through the ancient yellow book on his left hand, and muttered: "I am from this land, Yigou, born in X year and month..."
"Yangshou has arrived, confirm it is correct, and get on the road quickly."
After saying that, he raised his crutch and pointed lightly.
"boom."
The black hole suddenly appeared and condensed into a bottomless fan-shaped channel.
I opened my mouth and wanted to speak. However, my body left the ground uncontrollably and was eventually swallowed by darkness.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
There were shrill cries in my ears, but no sun, moon, stars, or dust on the ground could be seen.
In front of me, on both sides, countless figures moved slowly.
There are men and women, old and young.
I walked in a daze, not tired, not knowing where I was.
"Bro."
Someone called me from behind, and at the same time, a big bloody hand fell on my shoulder.
I turned around expressionlessly and stared at him.
"Brother, may I ask where this is?"
The old woman with silver hair is hunched over, her eyes are bulging, and her tongue is hanging out.
Under the nose, the blood dried and the lips rotted.
She smiled weirdly and eerily, and made a strange gurgling cry in her throat.
I shook my head blankly and pointed forward.
The old woman followed closely behind me and followed me all the way.
I go, she goes.
I stop, she stops.
There is no sense of time and no fear.
Every time she walked for a while, she would stop me and ask me where I was.
I shook my head every time and moved on.
Until the tenth time, she grabbed me again and sighed quietly: "I remembered, this is Huangquan Road."
"Thirteen stations in the underworld, this is the second station."
"Tudi Temple, Huangquan Road, Wangxiang Terrace, Evil Dog Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Hall of Ecstasy, Fengdu City, Eighteen Levels of Hell, Blood Pond, Pavilion of Support, Lotus Terrace, and Resurrection Cliff."
"If I die, you will die too."
"We are lonely ghosts, reporting to the underworld and waiting for punishment."
"boom."
The old woman's words were like thunder, and my lost mind was restored to its original state in an instant.
Ps: The situation is not very good, let me think about it carefully.
The Taoism locust tree of Taoism has been mentioned before. Chen Xuanjun had a luck lotus destroyed by Lingxi. Jiang Yuezhong took a luck locust leaf to help him repair it, so this did not appear out of thin air.
Second, on the last day of this month, try to get more updates in January.
