In the dark underground tunnel, black water with a strange dark purple color flows quietly here, sometimes stirring up deep whirlpools.
The water level is not deep, almost up to the knees, and there is a layer of gray mist floating near the water surface. It seems calm, but in fact it is full of murderous threats. Even if you wear special protective gear, you will still be unbearable if you stay in the water for a long time.
Hey, after the Chinese New Year, I might as well retire and return to my hometown...
Dai Yangqiu held his breath and concentrated, carefully controlling his whole body's energy, but his legs immersed in the black water still felt like being pricked by needles. He couldn't help but recall the first time he stepped into Wude thirty-six years ago.
Scenes from Si Tian Lao.
At that time, he was only in his early thirties, which was the time when a warrior was at his peak. His blood was boiling and his body was like an oven. He could walk on this Guishui maze three times without feeling tired.
Obviously the current state is even higher.
Putting aside distracting thoughts, I stepped forward and pushed away the water waves. The waves slapped on the walls on both sides, but I couldn't even hear a sound.
The total distance between Guishui and Mi Dao is about ten feet, and Dai Yangqiu walked for half an hour.
It wasn't until he reached the shore that he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the black water on the gear receded on its own as if it were alive.
The lost path has been left behind, and the black water has returned to calm.
Dai Yangqiu took off the lifting gear, checked it inside and out, and hung it on a pile on the shore after confirming that it was OK. The head of the pile could just catch the lifting gear, and the green light lit up, quickly repairing the surface of the lifting gear.
Spirit pattern.
After all, I'll have to rely on it when I get back later.
The Guishui of Xia Yuan can swallow the true energy and corrode the physical body, and the gravity field on the water surface is even weirder. Trying to fly away from above is tantamount to wishful thinking. The only way is to wade through the Guishui.
There are many more myths like this, so many that Dai Yangqiu, who has been working for nearly 40 years, does not know how many there are, such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, A, B, B, D, and E. There are various permutations and combinations, and the naming is confusing.
This is Wude Si. No matter how evil you are and what kind of magical powers you cultivate, there will always be a way to deal with you after you enter the heavenly prison.
At the end of the corridor is the bottomless wellhead, which can only accommodate two or three people. Going down the spiral stairs on the well wall, you can see a heavy door.
Dai Yangqiu pushed open the Tianlao door, and a dazzling light peeked out from the crack in the door, illuminating the entire patio in an instant.
Contrary to outsiders' imagination, Tianlao is not only not dark, but is brightly lit. The lights are on twelve hours a day, and the concept of day and night is very blurred.
Think about it, if the visibility is not good, it is inevitable that prisoners will use the cover to do some sneaky things. This is great, even if you lie there and turn over, you can see clearly.
The area Dai Yangqiu is responsible for is called Guishui Prison, and the overall layout is a standard tic-tac-shape. New people rarely enter the Tianlao. He is walking on the passage, and there are old faces on both sides that he has seen for more than ten or twenty years.
.
More familiar than colleagues.
Sometimes he would also think about whether he had locked them or they had locked him.
"Hey! Wearing a tube head, Pindao did a fortune telling today. Guess what?"
When some prisoners saw Dai Yangqiu's arrival, they rushed forward, pressed their faces against the iron bars, and beat the cell door as hard as they could.
He was an old Taoist priest in ragged clothes, with a mouth full of rotten teeth. When he opened his mouth, a stench filled his nostrils.
Dai Yangqiu frowned and took two steps back, glanced at him with disgust, and then walked straight past.
The crazy Taoist priest is still shouting: "There is a trap in front of the door! Rotting insects are born! Hahaha, you are going to die!!!"
Dai Yangqiu couldn't help but sneer, but didn't take it to heart at all.
If his calculations were so accurate, could he still be caught by Wude Si?
As for this curse-like prophecy, he could hear it almost every once in a while. After hearing it for so many years, he was still living well.
Keep shouting, shout it every day, and one day you will shout him to death.
God stick.
Dai Yangqiu quickened his pace and arrived at his destination in a short time.
In front of him was a small cell, where a skinny old man with white hair and white beard was being held. He was lying on the dry thatch with his eyes closed, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Dai Yangqiu didn't know much about what was going on outside. He only knew that the person locked inside was named Sikong Jian, and he was the altar leader of Wu Sheng Cult.
He had read Sikong Jian's file, and it was said that he was born in the eighth year of Guangming Dynasty, so he should be around thirty-one or twelve years old. As for why he has such a mature character, it is not surprising.
Everyone in the Zhou Dynasty knew about the virtues of Wu Sheng Sect. Isn’t it normal to use some evil methods that shorten life span and damage Yang?
"Sikong Jian, are you awake?"
Dai Yangqiu patted the iron fence, but the man inside showed no reaction.
After waiting for another cup of tea, it was still the same. He sighed and had no choice but to open the cell door and go in.
It was rare for new people to enter Tianyao, but Sikong Jian was an exception. He had just been sent in a while ago, so his cell was relatively tidy and did not have the smell of a latrine, which made Dai Yangqiu's mood not so bad.
Dai Yangqiu walked up to Sikong Jian, took out an elixir from his arms, opened his mouth and forced it in.
This is a life-threatening elixir. It is said that one pill costs fifty taels of silver and can only last for twenty-four hours. Therefore, he has to deliver the medicine every two days.
God knows why the imperial court spent so much money to support this traitor, Dai Yangqiu couldn't figure it out.
But he doesn't care, it doesn't cost him any money anyway.
After giving the medicine, Dai Yangqiu still had to wait for the other party to digest the medicine. If nothing happened, he sat down against the iron railing and chatted with Sikong Jian.
In fact, he is talking to himself.
"The winter solstice is coming the day after tomorrow. Have you ever taught about the winter solstice?"
"Winter Solstice is great...Winter Solstice allows me to take a rest earlier and travel faster. I can reach Shangzhou before dark, so I can visit the night market with Lotus."
"Do you think it would be too vulgar to give me round earrings with pearls and emeralds? I'd rather give them fur coats. It's been cold recently and it's practical. As long as the material is good, you can't go wrong."
If you stay in such a depressing place like Tianlao for a long time, people will inevitably become garrulous. At this time, a qualified listener who is not loudmouthed or frustrated is very valuable.
Dai Yangqiu didn't care whether Sikong Jian could hear him or not, he kept talking about his recent troubles.
He has no children, but he has a sweetheart in Shangzhou City. He redeemed her body early and has been raising her in his old house. Over the years, the two have had a close relationship. Although they have not officially met each other, they are no different from their first wives.
.
He was okay, but his lover had only learned some rudimentary breathing techniques. In recent years, he still relied on beauty pills to maintain his appearance. His body was getting worse day by day. The two of them tried hard many times, but they couldn't get pregnant.
child.
Of course, there is a way to save this. Before retiring, officials in the Wude Department can receive favors from the court, elixirs that prolong life, life-saving talismans, etc. Dai Yangqiu wanted to ask for a magic elixir for his lover, but he only hoped that the dead wood would be restored to life.
Older people come to have children.
Therefore, it is very important to him whether he can retire safely now.
"...So, I don't want anything to go wrong in the last two months. I won't bother you, but you should hold on to it. If you want to die, don't die before the year. Okay?"
Sikong Jian did not respond.
Dai Yangqiu stepped forward to check his pulse, and saw that his face seemed to be rosier, so he walked out of the cell with confidence.
But he didn't go far when he suddenly stopped and looked up at the lampstand on the wall.
He vaguely felt that the lights in Guishui Prison were dimming.
Dai Yangqiu squinted his eyes, turned around and glanced around. The prisoners who used to like to slap the iron bars and scream strangely were now sitting peacefully on the bed, staring at him motionless.
That strange look in his eyes was like a gleam on his back.
The crazy Taoist priest reached out to him through the iron bars, as if he wanted to catch him, or maybe he was grabbing something else. He tilted his head and said with a half-smile: "Wear a tube head, today!"
Dai Yangqiu slowly clenched his fists, remained silent for half a minute, and finally took a deep breath as if accepting his fate, "How did you sneak in?"
The words echoed in the prison for a long time.
Not long after, a reply came from behind him.
"Isn't it good to just go out as if you don't know anything?"
Hearing this, Dai Yangqiu couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips.
But I haven’t retired yet…
The next moment, a strong murderous intent suddenly arose in his tired eyes. He clasped his hands together and blew his robes with zhenqi. Two exaggeratedly large bronze arms appeared behind him, almost like the arms of a giant spirit god.
The channel must be filled.
The Fourth Dharma Appearance·Heavenly Fire and Iron Arm!