Dragon Seal

"...The ancestor grabbed the iron chain left by the immortal, and it really caught a monster from mid-air! It was covered in white hair, with sharp teeth and sharp claws, and its appearance was extremely terrifying... After hearing the words of the immortal's residence, the ancestors of Wangjia Village immediately Putting down four square steles, killing animals and offering sacrifices to mountain gods every autumn, so that the invisible monster is locked into a human-like body. Even so, there are fools and lunatics with white beard and hair born every year in Wangjia Village, just crazy It's not that great..."

"This time one side of the stone tablet was broken, and the old man is worried that the tragedy will happen again. The Taoist priest is a person with great supernatural powers. I just ask you to stay for a few more days and help Wangjia Village before we reinstall the stone tablet to tell the mountain god!"

Gong Liangzhi recalled what the village chief said, and rubbed a piece of Liuren fish bone in his hand.As soon as he loosened his fingers, the fishbone rolled and fell onto the table, the tip of the bone was pointing at the door.

The door creaked open, and the ranger strode in.As soon as he entered the door, he took the jug on the table and drank it all down the spout.

"I'm back!" Wei Zhao wiped his mouth, and complained before Gongliang could ask, "Today I wandered around the village and played with the children for a long time. I'm so tired! It's a good thing they can run so well."

"You are bold." Gong Liangzhi said.

"Isn't there a Taoist leader here?" Wei Zhao shook the talisman papers given by Gong Liangzhi in his pocket, and stuffed them back.Gong Liangzhi sat on the only chair in the room, and Wei Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed and asked, "How is Taoist Master today? Did they say how to compensate?"

"Let's stay for a few more days until they re-erect the stele and sacrifice to the mountain god." Gong Liangzhi said, "You should start exercising. You don't need to visualize today."

Wei Zhao soaked in the exercise soup, and listened to Gong Liangzhi retell the story of the village chief.He nodded while listening, his expression changing, like a drinker who listens to books.At the end, the ranger looked surprised and said with emotion: "I grew up so big, I have heard a lot of stories about the mountain god and the river god, and I have worshiped a lot of baskets. Today I can be regarded as alive! Hey, is the mountain god alive?"

"Do you believe in mountain gods?" Gong Liangzhi asked.

"It's not a belief." Wei Zhao said, "I passed some temples on the way, and I won't lose a piece of meat if I go in and worship. I guess most people are like me, and they would rather believe it."

"Mountains have mountain gods, and rivers have river gods." Gong Liangzhi said, "If this is the case, are there gods in cities? Are there gods in roads? Are there gods in stones?"

"The city, isn't there a city god in charge?" Wei Zhao gestured, "The roads and stones are probably too small. I haven't heard of a god."

"Taiyi Mountain is three thousand miles long and horizontal, and Laoshan Mountain is only a few hundred meters high. Comparing the two, it is like a high mountain to a small stone." Wei Zhao said, "If both have mountain gods, why don't other barren mountains hundreds of meters high?" Gods? If only the former ones exist, then who stipulated that there can be gods as high as a mountain'?"

"That's the truth." Wei Zhao rubbed his chin, "Everything has a god, why don't you see this god and that god fighting for territory? If there really are city gods, hell kings, and books of life and death, they must be gnashing their teeth with hatred for the monks who live forever. La."

"That's right." Gong Liangzhi said with a smile, "Cultivators who want to live forever will definitely not be willing to leave their names in the little priest's book. So the big monks fought with Shinto, and the cultivators We won the battle and drove the latter out."

"Get out?"

"Do you know the Three Thousand Worlds?"

"heard about it."

"The power of transforming gods can create secret realms and caves, forming a self-contained world, which is the small world. The Kunhua mainland itself is one of the great worlds. If you cultivate to the realm of transforming gods and pass the catastrophe again, you will be able to ascend to the outside world. "Gong Liangzhi said briefly, "Thousands of years ago, the human way gradually flourished, and the immortal way rose, driving out the god way and the monster race successively."

"But aren't there still monsters everywhere in the world?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Compared to the big monsters that ran rampant thousands of years ago, these monsters are just beasts with a little monster blood." Gong Liangzhi sighed, "Nowadays, the human way is at its peak, and cultivators can use monsters as materials. In the past, talents are the rations of the monster clan." .”

"In the old days, talents were the rations of the monster clan..." Wei Zhao said to himself.

Gong Liangzhi heard something strange from the faint whisper, and raised his eyes to see that You Xia had a frightened expression on his face.He just pretended to be paranoid and continued talking.

"Several masters of the Yaozu went to another world with their disciples and grandchildren, and so did the Shinto. After thousands of years, the Yaozu and the Shinto were shouted and beaten by everyone in the Kunhua world, and the powerful ones who did not leave fell one by one." Gong Liangzhi said, "It's true. The dragon is the best of the monster clan. It has the ability of golden core at birth, and can conceive babies as soon as it reaches adulthood. Even so, the last real dragon in the Kunhua world fell 200 years ago. Shendao suffered even more serious injuries, and it was extremely painful. Relying on believers, the faith of hundreds of people in the area can't even feed a god who is equivalent to a foundation cultivator."

"So, there's nothing magical about this village, it's just a bunch of fools deceiving themselves?" Wei Zhao asked.

"We have to find the answer ourselves," Gong Liangzhi said.

"It's a pity that people in the village don't like to talk." Wei Zhao shrugged, "It's useless to ask them."

"We don't have to ask the living."

Gong Liangzhi stood up, stepped on the seven-star step, and circled the bathtub.Wei Zhao only felt that the hot air from the medicine soup was getting thicker and heavier, and it gradually seemed to rise up four walls of smoke, and he could no longer see clearly what was outside.A pair of hands suddenly came out of the mist, as white as jade, with slender knuckles, they grabbed Wei Zhao's shoulders accurately, and lifted them up suddenly.

Wei Zhao's head was dizzy, and his eyes were raised in the blink of an eye.He found himself fully clothed, with one hand held, standing in a foggy room.Gong Liangzhi took his hand, rolled up a talisman paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hold me tight and don't let go." Gong Liangzhi said, "Keep your mouth tight. If you accidentally let go of your hand, immediately bite your tongue and exhale on the talisman paper, understand?"

Wei Zhao froze for a moment, then nodded.Gong Liangzhi turned around and led him forward.

The body became very light, and the ground was like cotton, maybe it was a cloud.Wei Zhao felt like a kite being pulled forward by Gong Liangzhi.The white fog was so thick that only a few steps away there was only a white mist, and I couldn't even see my own feet clearly.The furnishings in the room were all engulfed in the mist, and Gong Liangzhi led Wei Zhao all the way forward without bumping into anything.They may have gone out, or the room may have expanded countless times, or the fog is just fog, and there should be nothing in the fog.

Being held by that warm hand, Wei Zhao couldn't help being a little distracted.Gong Liangzhi's hands were quite warm, as if the temperature was about to seep through the shell he was wearing.He felt itchy on his tongue and teeth, just now Gong Liangzhi's fingers seemed to have brushed his lips and brushed over the tip of his tongue.Wei Zhao's tongue moved, only touching the talisman paper.

The talisman was not actually paper, and it was not wet by his saliva, but a small ball was squeezed dry on the tongue, making it uncomfortable to lick.Wei Zhao didn't want to bite paper, he wanted to bite something else.

This foggy place reminded him of Xuanbingyuan, but the degree of danger here couldn't be compared with the latter.Wei Zhao recalled that when they fell into Xuanbingyuan just now, they held hands desperately. When the miasma storm was over, Gong Liangzhi's hands were all broken by him. At that time, they were covered in blood and hurt everywhere. It was discovered that Wei Zhao had become unusually strong.

Back then they were so busy making themselves live for the next minute that they didn't have time to think about the past or the future, or anything other than the two of them.Compared with what happened later, this is simply half a day's leisure.

A figure appeared in the fog.

The fog became thinner at some point, and houses and shadows a few meters away could be seen in the distance.The white mist glowed faintly like a firefly, and when it became thinner, it illuminated the village at night, like when the sky was already bright in the early morning and the red sun had not yet risen.They walked towards the shadow, and the figure became clearer and clearer. It was a man with white hair.

Not only the hair, but the man's eyebrows, eyelashes and beard are all white, standing beside a house in a daze, tilting his head, looking at the ground.Gong Liangzhi walked over, stood beside him, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

The man was motionless.

Gong Liangzhi asked again, "What's your name" and "Where is this place?" Every time he opened his mouth, he asked very straightforward questions.But the man didn't respond from the beginning to the end, and he wasn't even disturbed.His eyes were staring straight at the ground, their sockets sunken like a skeleton.

Looking closely, one can see that this man is very tall, but extremely thin, his skinny body is exposed under the rag-like clothes.Gong Liangzhi frowned, fell silent for a moment, and led Wei Zhao away.

As the fog thinned, dense figures appeared around.It was quite deserted in the fog, but there were not many people.There are people everywhere in the village, standing, squatting, sitting, and lying down, filling the whole village, which seems to be much more crowded than during the day.The figures of these people are different, as if painted in the fog, all of them are white-haired, skinny, and dull-looking, no matter what they say to them, they don't respond.

They walked around most of the village, passing through every door, the walls and doors were as thin as mist.Gong Liangzhi searched very carefully, looking from room to room, and the two finally arrived at the shack that Wei Zhao had visited during the day.

Gong Liangzhi poked his head in, his eyebrows twitched, and he quickened his pace.

There is white mist, and the room does not appear dark.They could clearly see the child curled up on the floor, probably only seven or eight years old, wearing rags that could hardly cover his body, and his hands and feet were handcuffed with four chains.The white hair on his head is sparse, and his body is fat. To put it bluntly, he looks like a piglet at first glance.The shackles sank deeply into his fat hands and feet, making his arms and legs look like rotten lotus roots.

As soon as Gong Liangzhi went in, the child trembled, and crawled a few steps into the corner on all fours.The closer they got, the more the child hid until he hid in a corner.Gong Liangzhi knelt down in front of him, and the child inevitably hugged his head and hid it under his arms.Different from those white figures, this child's figure is only a little lighter than Gong Liang and them.

This is a living soul.