Chapter 431 The true face of the little black house
There is no fire in a small dark room, but there is a lamp that can light up without a fire.
Xu Zhiqiong took out the guiding lantern from his cuffs and injected it with six-thirds-and-a-half cents of yang energy and four-and-a-half cents of yin energy.
The remaining half point is left to your own discretion. Three yang and two yin. After Xu Zhiqiong injected the qi machine, the lantern did not light up.
Is there something wrong with the discretionary part?
Xu Zhiqiong brewed it for a while, changed it to four yang and one yin, and poured it in.
The lantern is still not lit.
After trying the ratio a few more times, the lantern never lit up. Xu Zhiqiong discovered that the problem was not with the half-air distributor, but with the insufficient number of air distributors.
Xu Zhiqiong directly doubled the size of the qi machine, but the lantern did not light up.
After doubling in size, the lantern gained some firelight.
After doubling in size, the lantern finally lit up.
The pale light illuminated the one-foot-wide area in front of him, and Xu Zhiqiong saw what was inside the small dark room for the first time.
First, the upper.
Underneath the upper is a mottled slate.
There is a little mist lingering on the stone slabs.
Xu Zhiqiong slowly raised the lantern, and his eyes slowly moved forward along with the halo of the lantern.
wood.
wooden furniture.
table?
How many?
Chair?
As the halo continued to move upward, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly saw a person standing on the wooden furniture!
Xu Zhiqiong was shocked, raised his lantern and started to fight.
A blinding halo of light struck, and Xu Zhiqiong squinted his eyes and discovered that the person opposite was also holding a lantern.
That person... seems to be me.
Opposite is neither a table nor a chair, but a silver mirror.
Xu Zhiqiong's body is clearly reflected in the silver mirror.
Could it be that every time I come to the dark room, I always face this mirror?
Then the picture I saw before was...
This is easy to verify.
Xu Zhiqiong fumbled with the lantern pole, mobilizing the power of imagery and recalling the scene when Taibu handed the lantern to him.
The scene on the mirror changed.
He saw Taibu's clothes and his own clothes.
Turn the lantern pole to switch the perspective.
He saw Taibu's face and his own face.
He had just experienced this scene. The picture was so clear that even the sound was in his ears.
"If you are in the underworld, the underworld is invincible. If you are in the Yang world, the underworld is controlled everywhere. If you enter the underworld and enter the Yang world, don't be reluctant to fight and leave quickly. This lantern may be able to help you."
This is what Taibu said, word for word.
Xu Zhiqiong looked at the mirror in shock and realized something.
Every time I enter the dark room, the scene I see is the scene in the mirror.
This nine-foot-tall silver mirror reminded Xu Zhiqiong of a familiar object.
Evil Mirror Stand.
The sin mirror reflects the sins and souls of the dead, and you can see the crimes committed by the souls during their lifetime.
The silver mirror in front of you is a high-end evil mirror. It does not require sins or dead souls. It only needs an object. By inferring clues through the power of imagery, you can reflect the past experiences of this object.
Since there is an Evil Mirror Stand, there should be others around it...
Xu Zhiqiong turned the lantern and slowly moved his eyes.
He saw some debris piled on the ground.
There is a horn, which is the sin of Emperor Zhaoxing.
There is some silver, which Xu Zhiqiong keeps here to meet unexpected needs.
The Nu Zulu is beside it, along with a stack of white paper, an ink block, an inkstone, and the ink that was spilled on the ground just now.
As his eyes continued to move, Xu Zhiqiong saw darkness and depth.
He realized another problem.
He always called this place a little dark room.
It's really dark here, and there's not a trace of light to be seen.
But this place is not small at all. It's just that Xu Zhiqiong didn't dare to move around in the absolute darkness, so he had the illusion of a "small house".
Holding a lantern and walking slowly forward under the dim light, Xu Zhiqiong saw a book eucalyptus. It was a very wide book eucalyptus, wider than the one used by the emperor in the Daqing Palace.
Xu Zhiqiong glanced at the furnishings on the bookshelves. There were neatly arranged pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as well as a sapphire plum blossom brush washer.
A pen washer is a container used to hold water to wash pens. Ordinary people use a porcelain bowl and put some water in it to wash their pens.
But this brush is very exquisitely made. It is made of sapphire and carved into eight petals. The petals surround the heart of the flower, and the heart of the flower contains a pool of clear water.
The strange thing is that the water is still there.
According to common sense, no one has lived in this "little dark room" for a long time, and the water should have been evaporated long ago.
Is there someone else here?
Xu Zhiqiong held the lantern and continued to scan. He saw the chairs and the coffee table. The room was very spacious, not inferior to the Daqing Palace, but the entire layout looked very familiar to Xu Zhiqiong.
Isn't this just a large judge's pavilion?
Xu Zhiqiong held up the lantern and looked up at the roof as hard as he could. Wherever the halo of light went, he could only see a mist.
Continuing to scan the room, Xu Zhiqiong discovered a screen.
Going behind the screen, Xu Zhiqiong saw a door.
The door was ajar, and when Xu Zhiqiong walked in, he saw a couch.
The layout of the Judge's Pavilion is the same, this is the back room, and the back room is the bedroom.
Could it be that……
Xu Zhiqiong held the lantern and his eyes slowly moved on the bed.
The tip of his heart was trembling until he saw that familiar figure.
The Taoist priest with white beard and hair was lying on the bed with a peaceful expression.
Xu Zhiqiong rushed over and touched his master's hand.
It's warm, and my hands are still warm.
He tried Master's breath again.
The breath is still there and very stable.
Master is still alive!
Xu Zhiqiong almost burst into tears.
"Master, do you know how long you have been asleep?
Do you know that this disciple has been promoted to fifth rank?
That bastard outside Taotie hurt you,
The disciple avenged you!
The disciple handed that bastard over to Shengke Shuangxing and refined the bastard..."
Xu Zhiqiong sat next to his master and talked about his past experiences: "Master, there are some things that I really don't understand. What happened between Ming Dao and Emperor Zhaoxing? Why did they insist on asking for Emperor Zhaoxing's body?"
Sinful karma? Why do you have to kill your disciples? Even Du Yanjun killed his disciples!
No matter what, the disciple will not hand over the sins of that faint king to Du Yanjun. Until the truth is found out, the disciple will never bow to these bastards.
Master, have you really fallen asleep? Are you deliberately pretending to be asleep here just to test your disciples? If you really have fallen asleep, why is there still water in the pen washer on the bookcase?
Master, if you pretend to be asleep and wake up quickly, this disciple will be unable to withstand many powerful enemies alone.
Disciples have never forgotten the original intention of the Taoist sect, the main way, the righteous way, the judgment of life and death, all based on the laws of good and evil. No matter the threats or temptations, even if they are mountains of swords and seas of fire, the disciples’ knees are straight, their waists are straight, and they have never accepted cowardice.
I’ve never been soft!”
Seeing his master's kind face, Xu Zhiqiong felt sad. He picked up his brush and whispered, "Master, if you really fall asleep, if I draw a flower on your face, you will definitely not wake up."
Xu Zhiqiong put a plum blossom on his master's face and covered him with a quilt.
"Master, please sleep well. I will come to see you tomorrow."
Xu Zhiqiong carried the lantern, returned to the silver mirror, picked up "The Record of the Angry Ancestors", pasted it on white paper, and began to make rubbings.
With these little rays of light, rubbing became much easier. He quickly finished rubbing "The Record of Angry Ancestors" and put the rubbings away. Just as he was about to leave, he turned his gaze to the other side of the silver mirror.
According to the layout of the Judge's Pavilion, the other side of the silver mirror should be the gate.
What is the place outside the door?
The first time I saw the whole view of the small dark room, I just wanted to walk out the door. Isn't it a bit too much?
This "little dark room", which is not small at all, is probably the Xingxue Corridor mentioned by Liang Xiaoen.
The Xingxiu Corridor is where the stars live.
Xingxu is an existence close to the true God. How many people in the world can spy on the secrets of such a high level?
It's rare that this lantern is used, but that doesn't mean it will always be used in the future.
If it doesn't light up in the future, shouldn't you regret it for the rest of your life?
Xu Zhiqiong held a lantern and walked slowly towards the door.
After walking for a long time, Xu Zhiqiong saw a door that was too high to reach the top. He pushed it gently, and the door shaft made a tight sound.
squeak~
The door is slightly loose.
Xu Zhiqiong's energy is almost exhausted. Entering the small dark room consumes a lot of energy, and this lantern also requires a lot of energy.
He used his last bit of strength to push the door open a little, and walked sideways outside.
Outside the door is a long corridor, about seven or eight feet wide.
gallery!
Is this corridor the Xingxiu Corridor?
With a little sight brought by the halo, Xu Zhiqiong turned left and walked slowly along the corridor.
After walking for more than a hundred steps, Xu Zhiqiong stopped, holding a lantern and scanning along the mottled wall. He saw another door, also a door that was too high to reach the top.
How many doors are there in this corridor?
What is behind this door?
Is it also a court of justice?
The judge's pavilion is as spacious as before.
Xu Zhiqiong pushed the door gently.
The door was closed very tightly, much tighter than the door of the "little dark room", as if it was locked secretly.
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to increase his strength, but suddenly he heard some sounds coming from inside.
It's footsteps!
There's someone inside!
Xu Zhiqiong took a step back and heard a tapping sound coming from the door.
Someone is in the house, leaning on the door, listening to what's going on outside.
Will he open the door?
Who is he?
I shouldn't have done this!
What should I do if he comes out?
My energy is exhausted and there is no way I can fight him!
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to retreat immediately, but suddenly he heard a voice coming from the door.
"You're here, you're finally here, you're here to save me!"
Who is coming?
Who does he think I am?
"Yue Shan, is that you? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"