The eight green doors of the Underwater Fairy Palace were opened, and crowds of people kept pouring in like a stormy sea. Violent collisions were heard everywhere, golden pillars were bent, jade windows were broken, pearl screens fell sideways, and crystal cabinets were overturned.
Everyone's eyes were red, and they pounced everywhere like crazy beasts, letting out cathartic roars.
When Lao Shao Daozi led the crowd to the Immortal Palace, they saw a mess. The hundreds of luminous pearls inlaid on the arches had all been dug away, leaving small round pits. The jade lion playing balls sitting on both sides only had broken bases and fragments.
It was sprinkled all over the floor, like splatters of blood.
"Boss, it's all damn red goods!" "There must be more in there!" "After doing this, you won't have to worry about anything in your life!" All of his subordinates were talking, excited, and their faces were full of oil. Lao Shaodaozi stared at the pattern formed by the pits on the door, and suddenly asked: "Is this the word 'Langyuan'?"
The scholar nodded and said: "What Dao Gong said is correct, it is the ancient font of 'Langyuan', which often refers to the place where gods live in poetry."
"Okay!" Lao Shaodaozi took a deep breath, glanced at the many impatient men, and said solemnly, "Let's all make a fortune! Whoever grabs it belongs to whom, no internal strife is allowed."
Everyone shouted in ecstasy and dispersed in a hurry. Lao Shaodaozi looked at the back of the figure who quickly disappeared in the palace corridors, with a cold sneer flashing in his eyes. "Wu Sheng, why don't you go?"
The scholar solemnly raised his hands and said: "How could Wu Sheng go first when the sword master is here? If the sword master hadn't taken him under his protection, Wu Sheng would have been in a foreign land for a long time. How could he value wealth and silk and neglect his benefactor?"
Lao Shao Daozi took a deep look at Wu Sheng. This scholar was the eldest son of a small landowner from a poor family in Da Chu. He was not good at poetry since he was a child, but preferred various side studies. His biological sister was attracted by a wealthy prince.
, secretly kidnapped, raped and murdered. He endured it for several years, looking for opportunities to poison and kill his enemies, and then fled to the Sheep Slaughter Fair.
If he hadn't seen him as a weak scholar who had the courage to go deep into the wilderness alone and was very knowledgeable, he wouldn't have taken him in as an exception.
"What's more, I don't have the power to restrain the chicken. At this time and here, if you act greedy, you will inevitably fall into the hands of others." Wu Sheng said calmly.
"Very good." Lao Shaodaozi said indifferently, "You are still sober, unlike them who are in a hurry to die."
Wu Sheng secretly sighed. Sooner or later, when the Immortal Palace was born, demons would be attracted to the Taoist family, and then the Sheep Slaughterhouse would be in trouble. Lao Shao Dao Zi undoubtedly wanted to abandon those subordinates, so he...
"What are the mere possessions?" Lao Shaodaozi's eyes swept over the pearls of precious energy without lingering at all. "Secret books, elixirs, and magic weapons are the source of immortality. Wu Sheng, you are involved in divination, horoscopes, formations, and characters.
Any ideas?"
Wu Sheng calmed down, carefully examined the surrounding layout, and said: "Master Dao, this palace has eight gates, divided into eight main roads, mostly distributed according to the positions of the Eight Diagrams. We are located due south, which belongs to the 'Li' gate.
The door of 'Li' belongs to fire, and the Immortal Palace is located under water, so it is a perfect combination of water and fire. Dao Gong should gain something from this trip."
Lao Shaodaozi smiled silently: "If you want to 'get', you must first 'kill'. You have to do it with others."
Wu Sheng's eyes dimmed slightly. The other party didn't mention a word about the reward for him. Apparently...he coughed lightly and said: "There are black and white high platforms ahead, each leading to multiple palace corridors. In my humble opinion,
If you are away from the sect master Yin, Dao Gong might as well go along the black high platform."
The two stepped onto the black high platform, and the splendid palace corridors spread out in front of them like peacocks. The palace corridors were scattered and winding, leading to the looming pavilions, terraces, towers and pavilions, like a huge and deep maze. Wu Sheng slowed down and followed Lao Shaodaozi cautiously. The endless reliefs on both sides of the palace corridor came into view, and he was startled, and his heart became hot and beat rapidly.
The entire wall carving is neither stone nor jade, and is colorful and almost enchanting, as if full of juice will drip down at any time. The vegetation in the wall carvings is gloomy and strange, with scaly feet and claws, or ears, eyes, mouths and noses appearing.
...Birds, beasts, fish, and insects are all kinds of strange, bloody and ferocious creatures, fighting and biting each other, exposing their bloody internal organs and white bones.
Wu Sheng held his chest, took deep breaths, and tried his best to calm down his beating heart. This was his biggest secret - an innate and exquisite heart with seven orifices, which could sense misfortunes and blessings, and know bad luck.
"What?" Lao Shaodaozi turned around.
"These wall sculptures..." Wu Sheng's eyes suddenly touched a scene in the relief, which was a demon with a red face, fangs and indigo skin. It had a long tongue and bulging eyes, staring at Wu Sheng in a sinister manner.
A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wu Sheng's heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to pop out of his chest alive. He subconsciously turned his eyes away. Around the evil ghost, there were many humanoid creatures: some were pierced by mountains of knives, some were fried in oil pans, or some were
They were crushed by boulders, or bitten by ferocious beasts... Each body was exaggerated and twisted in painful and strange postures, but their faces were filled with satisfied smiles, as if they were enjoying a carnival feast.
Wu Sheng shuddered at the sight, and then looked outside the crowd. The dripping blood stretched freely on the ground, outlining an octagonal pattern, which looked like gossip, but also seemed paradoxical. In the center of the pattern, there was an isolated person with a wide robe and wide sleeves.
Wearing a dangerous crown on his head, his face is obscured, and his hands are vigorously raised to the sky, as if he is worshiping the sky, and seems to be echoing the evil ghost from a distance.
Wu Sheng stared unblinkingly at the man's ancient crown robe, with intricate bird and fish-shaped patterns faintly visible on it. This was - witch's robe!
"What's wrong?" Lao Shaodaozi followed Wu Sheng's line of sight, looked at it for a moment, and asked with a frown.
"It is said that anyone who drinks the water of the Nightmare Lake will have nightmares in the middle of the night, and a red-faced and blue-skinned ghost will appear in the dream." Wu Sheng replied in a harsh voice, his eyes hurriedly passing by the wall sculpture in the distance, a red-faced and blue-skinned evil ghost.
Scenes of brutal killings and rivers of blood appeared frequently.
"It seems that the birth of the Immortal Mansion has been foreshadowed for a long time." Lao Shaodaozi nodded, "These evil ghost statues are quite lifelike."
Witch costumes...worship...evil ghosts...Wu Sheng's heart suddenly shook. A few words he had read in an ancient volume of "The Secret History of Strange Hunting" flashed through his mind, like a bolt from the blue. He was shocked that his hands and feet were numb, and his face was shocked.
Bloodless.
"This evil ghost is..." Just as Wu Sheng was about to blurt out, a sharp stinging pain suddenly came from his exquisite heart. He saw in a trance that the red-faced and blue-skinned evil ghosts on the relief turned their heads one after another, staring coldly.
He split his bright red lips and let out a creepy laugh.
Lao Shaodaozi patted him on the shoulder: "Evil ghost? It's just a dead thing." He punched the wall sculpture, causing the wall sculpture to collapse, debris flying, and the evil ghost statue cracking.
Wu Sheng calmed down and said with a forced smile: "I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy. Mr. Dao, I'm not as good as you and me..."
"Today there is no progress but no retreat." Lao Shaodaozi glanced at Wu Sheng indifferently and stepped forward. After all, he is a weak scholar. Although he has broad knowledge, his heart is soft.
"Yes." Wu Sheng sighed deeply in his heart and followed Lao Shao Knife. Halfway through, he suddenly turned back and saw that there were a few more people around the evil ghost statue. His heart sank and he immediately made a decision. "Boom!" Lao Shaodaozi stepped on a colorful floor tile, and a flame shot up, transforming into a unicorn beast, with flames all over its body, roaring and rushing towards Lao Shaodaozi.