The strange story of Huai'an Inn

On the third day after meeting the three masters of Baixiaomen, Chongliu just came out of the small courtyard and saw Xiaoshun and Fuzi helping unload potatoes, and found that the vegetable farmer who had been delivering vegetables to the inn had changed.With a thought in his heart, he hurried back to the house to get his things, and waited until Xiaoshun and Fuzi had left before stepping forward.

The vegetable farmer handed him a burlap bag without saying a word.Chong Liu quickly opened a corner of the cloth and took a look, then handed Mr. Xuanwu's cinnabar order in a small box to the other party.

He hurried back to the small courtyard with his notes in hand, only to see that Zhu Helan was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, her black hair scattered in strands on the messy embroidered quilt, she was extraordinarily enchanting...

However, Chong Liu ruthlessly shook his shoulder vigorously.

"Don't be noisy..." Zhu Helan didn't even bother to open his eyes, waved his hands lazily like chasing flies, and said vaguely, "Let me sleep for a while...just a little while..."

"Don't stay in bed! People from Baixiaomen have already arrived!" Chong Liu shouted in his ear.

Zhu Helan's eyes finally opened, and she sat up hugging the bedding, with a gloomy and reluctant expression on her face.

That is to say, if Liu'er dared to wake him up early in the morning, if someone else...

"There are three notebooks in here. We have to be careful when we read them, because the people who inquire about these news don't know if they are controlled by Tiangu Dawu." Chongliu Xuxu said, and he had already put the three notebooks in a little excitement. Spread out on the bed, it was like receiving a birthday present.

Zhu Helan sighed, and reached out to take the copy given to him by Chong Liusai, "Do you have to read it now?"

"Such a matter of great urgency, of course we need to read it right away!" Chong Liu couldn't help but said, sitting cross-legged and flipping through the pages quickly.

Zhu Helan found that Chong Liu's reading speed was astonishingly fast, and the paper was turned over page by page, and it took only an incense stick of time for a book to be swept away...

Tiangu's big witch's name is Sang Ya, and he is only 22 years old this year. He took over the big witch's scepter a year ago.It is impossible to know who his father was. His mother lived in the Heishi tribe all her life, and exchanged some rations from hunters with the mat baskets she wove, and even had to exchange some prey with herself in order to support herself and her son.

Sang Ya was born in a poor and humble family, and his father's identity is unknown. He has always been regarded as a dirty and lowly person by everyone in the tribe.But when he was eight years old, he began to howl horribly every night, and when he woke up, he told his mother that he dreamed of the God of Chaos.

As long as you dream of the God of Chaos, you are eligible to be a candidate for a wizard.But at that time, no one in the whole tribe was willing to send such a filthy son to the Chaos Temple, which would shame the whole tribe.So when the wizards of the Chaos Temple came to select the prodigy, they handed over the grandson of the tribal chief as the prodigy.

But something startling happened.The little mulberry suddenly let out a terrifying roar that was not at all a child's voice. His voice was deep and thick, as if resonating with the mountains.

"Do stupid mortals also want to deceive the gods?"

The eyes of the eight-year-old child were filled with a strange blood red, and the invisible filth was like countless curled and stretched tentacles, whirling and flying around him.Everyone present at that time was shocked by his pervasive darkness that surpassed human beings, their knees were weak, and they knelt down in front of him one by one.

No one would have imagined that the filthy son of unknown origin would be considered the most powerful wizard in the past 300 years by Tiangu people in a few years, and he was the messenger personally chosen by the God of Chaos.Some people even said that the raven had seen the real incarnation of the God of Chaos and was blessed by it.

"If Gu Dawu's story is written into a drama or a story, it should be very popular." Chong Liu commented.

Zhu Helan flipped through another notebook, "It contains information about the God of Chaos. Most of them are collected from the Far West, but they are not perfect."

Chong Liu poked his head to look at the book in his hand, "I haven't heard much about the God of Chaos, how does it compare with the God of Yellow Clothes?"

Zhu Helan laughed, "Although there is no such strict hierarchy in the gods of filth as we humans, but if you want to compare it, the god in yellow clothes is like the six ministers, but the god of chaos... it is the three kings of the gods of filth. one."

"Three kings? So it is stronger than the king in yellow?"

"Maybe, or maybe not. The laws of the filthy world are too difficult for us to understand, and the criteria for judging whether it is powerful or not are different. But... this god of chaos is rare among the filthy gods. It is a heterogeneous species that the highly intelligent beings are very interested in. It is the only one among all the evil gods that can freely enter any universe ruled by Tao without causing fluctuations in the balance of Tao and evil. Its biggest hobby is to disrupt the order of the human world. Many times in history Its shadow can be seen in large-scale killings and campaigns. But after all, it is still like all other filthy gods, and it is loyal to the most supreme and source of filth—the core of the universe.”

Chong Liu said dully, "What? Is there a dirty god stronger than the king?!"

"There is an emperor above the king. But... we don't need to worry too much about the core of the universe. Just like the Taoist god Yuanshi Tianzun respected by most people in our world, it is the order itself, without its own consciousness. The so-called consciousness also It's just that human beings project their own thoughts onto it. The core of the universe is the origin of filth, without beginning and end, existing anywhere, even in our world. It has no consciousness, no benevolence or malice, it is just confusion."

"So... the emperors of the Dao God and the God of Obscenity are both puppet emperors?" Chong Liu asked with his chin in his hands as he found it interesting, "Who are the other two kings among the three kings? I guess... one of them is the Goddess of All Things Yes or no?"

Zhu Helan nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Good guy, one Mulberry, one you, we have gathered two envoys of the Three Kings." Chong Liu said with a smile, "Then who is the last one?"

Zhu Helan looked at Chong Liu silently for a while, yes... two envoys of the Three Kings have appeared, but are there really only two?

"The last king is the god of omniscience. People in the Far West call it Yog. It is probably the filthy god closest to the core of the universe among all gods." Zhu Helan said, but there was some hesitation in his tone, "Time and space It means nothing to it, because it exists in all time, all space. It knows all about the past, present, and future. No one, not even the god of evil, knows its intentions."

Chong Liu wowed, "Sounds like... it's the god that our Baixiaomen should believe in!"

Zhu Helan gave him a dark and complicated look, "Actually... I suspect that it has already infiltrated into Baixiaomen, and even believed in it before Baixiaomen didn't even know it. That poor book is probably It was left in this world."

Chong Liu was taken aback, and after thinking about the shopkeeper's words for a while, the relaxed smile on his face disappeared.

"You mean...that veiled figure my master saw..."

"The God of omniscience has thousands of incarnations in different worlds at different times. Maybe, or maybe I was wrong." Zhu Helan gently held Chong Liu's hand, probably guessing that such information would be in Chong Liu's hands. What kind of storm was set off in Six's mind.

"It took Master to see the filthy world... It gave Master countless knowledge... In this way, everything makes sense... But why did it let Master create me?"

Zhu Helan couldn't answer this question.

Chong Liu eagerly grabbed the last notebook and flipped through it quickly.This book describes Tianku's movements in the past three years.Tianguren began to enter the Central Plains sporadically five years ago, hiding among the crowd.The only thing that can identify them is that they have a tattoo of a strange rune on their scalp, which can only be seen by removing their hair.

Bai Xiaomen recently found a man in the Central Plains, and after following him carefully for a while, he discovered that he made connections with a Gyeonggi official and became a servant.Taking advantage of his position, this person would often secretly collect such things as the official's dropped hair, nails, spit or saliva, and then use some medicinal herbs he brought from Tiangu, the owl protruding before death hair, and adding a drop of blood, most likely from the raven himself, made a potion that was added to the diet of officials.

After a while, the officials began to lose their minds and have nightmares. After being in a trance for a while, their temperament changed. They suddenly relaxed the management and restrictions on trade in the Gyeonggi area, allowing a large number of Nanyang, Far West and other merchants to do business without reporting. You can freely enter the Gyeonggi area for business transactions.On the other hand, he also suddenly began to dislike places with strong Daoism. He obviously used to go to the temples set up by the Daluo Sect in the Gyeonggi area to offer incense every month, but now he can't avoid it, and even began to reduce the amount allocated to the immortals. Expenses for repairing temples.

Based on this, Bai Xiaomen speculates that anyone who eats this potion has established some kind of connection with the raven, and the witch can control their spirits in their dreams, injecting chaotic and crazy seeds into their minds, and leading them to the future. He devised a wrong path.

Since the investigation didn't take long, they could only determine the whereabouts of this innocent spy.However, based on the frequency of abnormal behavior, they speculated that the "infected" persons include officials, businessmen, and even royal relatives, but there is no evidence to confirm it.Even several important ministers around the emperor are on the list... No wonder the emperor wants to hand over this matter to Xu Hanke, a new minister who can't beat eight shots, to investigate.It's just that Xu Hanke didn't expect that even the head of the Daluo faction with profound morals would be recruited...

In addition, some people have seen strange-looking Nanyang merchants appearing outside Buhuanling during this year, and they suspect that they are envoys sent by the water ghost to contact the Tiangu people.In addition, there are some secret sects in the Central Plains that believe in the god of uncleanness, and they also have inextricable contacts with Tiangu.It can be seen that Tianguren is indeed contacting all believers of the unclean god.

Chong Liu searched for a long time, and finally found the record about the drum in the dream.After reading it carefully, the more I read it, the more frightened I became.

That drum has been passed down from generation to generation by Tiangu Dawu, and has a history of at least 200 years.The drumhead is a piece of skin cut out from the hearts of a thousand believers of the God of Chaos. It is sewn together densely with Tiangu's unique sewing technique and processed through many complicated processes, hence the name "Thousand People Drum". .

Every ten years, the blood of ten boys and girls will soak the drum.The sacrifice of so many lives endowed Qian Ren Drum with a strong and frightening power.The people who heard the drums were stunned, their minds were full of chaotic and bizarre thoughts, and they even saw all kinds of filthy creatures that humans should not be able to see.

When the Tiangu people invaded the Central Plains, many surviving soldiers mentioned the sound of drums.They said that the sound of the drum drove everyone crazy, and they saw monsters covering the sky, the sky and the earth were in chaos, and they couldn't even stand still let alone fight.

Chong Liu feels more and more that this drum...is like the locust tree that Zhu Helan raised...

But are the drums alive?

If the big witch raises drums, the shopkeeper raises locust trees...

Master raised him...

This kind of thought made Chongliu shudder suddenly.

Zhu Helan saw that Chong Liu's expression became more and more wrong, and hurriedly snatched the book in his hand, "Okay, don't be so impatient. We can't deal with Sangya alone by you and me. At present, our task is to guard the Tianliang city."

"Should we pass this news on to Song Mingzi and the others, telling them to eat carefully? Don't be fooled. If Wusheng Daoist will be tricked, so will they."

"I'll send them a message." Zhu Helan stretched out his hands, held Chong Liu's cheeks, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Don't think too much. We have to water the locust tree in the next two days. It’s okay to be uneasy.”

Chong Liu forced a smile.

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That night, Chong Liu really had that haunting dream again.

Boom, boom, boom, boom... The bursts of drums seem to be regular, but they seem to be non-existent, like an echo from a distant mountain, spreading in the air with cunning and treacherous dance steps, extending like a miasma .

Chong Liu found himself standing in a clearing in the forest, probably burned out by fire.In the center of the open space stands a dark sculpture, a bodhisattva-like god with a friendly smile on his face.But on that handsome face, the corners of the raised mouth and the corners of the eyes, there was something inexplicably wrong.

It should be a majestic statue, but there is something strange about it.

Chong Liu came prepared this time.

As early as the day when he read the notes, he began to wonder if he was also affected by the witchcraft of the raven, and his dreams were invaded.If so, what he saw in his dream would also appear in Crow's mind at the same time.

What seems to be his dream is actually a face-to-face game.

The sky began to dim, and the sunlight was like a candle that was about to be extinguished. It was still hanging in the sky, but it had no power.The trees in the distance began to dance wildly, but there was no wind in the air.

The surrounding towering mountains seemed to be stretched vertically higher, and the whole world was gradually distorted in his eyes.The earth is no longer flat, but twisted like a handkerchief, tilting to one side.Then the ground cracked, and bright red sticky blood gushed out from the ground, and countless huge maggots crawled out.

The world is going to be destroyed, and the instinctive fear of nowhere to escape captures Chong Liu's mind.He closed his eyes and said silently over and over again, this is a dream, this is a dream.

In a dream, there is no way to close the eyes to block the vision.

This abnormality freed Chong Liu from the shackles of instinct.He whispered to himself that this was his dream and he could control it.

He's not like the others who are controlled... know nothing.He is powerful.

"Mulberry Crow." Chong Liu said in a surprisingly calm voice, "Come out."

The top of the mountain began to crack, but the ancient rocks did not fall down, but were pulled long like noodles, being sucked into the dark vortex in the sky.The trees are also stretched, and all the microns that make up the leaves, wood patterns, and root systems lose their power and are scattered in the air like a storm.

This isn't just a nightmare... this is what the world looks like when it's defiled, when it's all over.

"What do you want to tell me, you might as well say it directly in front of my face. It's a coward to use this kind of low-handed means." Chong Liu provoked loudly and sneered disdainfully.

Still no response.

Chong Liu paused, raised his eyes more exaggeratedly and hugged his arms, making a disdainful expression, "Don't dare to confront them face to face, only dare to use these dirty tricks, is this what your parents taught you?"

As he expected, as soon as this sentence came out, the whole dream began to get out of control.Countless color blocks were tangled together, and even the sky and the earth could not be seen clearly, and the drumbeat lost its rhythm and turned into an angry noise.

Finally, a man in a black robe and a mask of the God of Chaos appeared.