The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

During the questioning just now, the boy was very sure that those people were hiding something.

He frowned and looked at the group of people around him, with rare sharpness in his eyes.In the black mist, the young man's eyes cut across the surroundings like knives, and the people nearby couldn't help shaking their bodies, turning their heads to the side, not daring to look at each other.

The young man put his master lightly on the straw mat, put the indigo clothes under his body, and walked towards the person closest to them.

"What are you hiding?" The boy frowned and grabbed the man's neckline.

They are working hard to find a way to crack it. These people hide the clues, and they still have the taste of deliberately framing.

The person being dragged kicked his feet, quickly escaped from the restraints, backed up again and again, and shouted: "It's none of my business! The number of people who clear the dream every day is limited, and I want to live, live!"

What this means is that telling one more person is equal to reducing the possibility of him being alive by one point.

The young man took a deep breath and loosened his clenched knuckles. He remembered the vigilance and wariness in the eyes of those people when he first entered here. At this moment, he finally understood the meaning in those eyes.

Qi Wushen rolled his Adam's apple, gently tugged at the neckline, parted his lips, smiled, then squatted down again, and met the face of one of them.

The young man pulled out his folding fan, and the handle of the fan was pressed against the neck of the visitor. The switch in the hidden place was pressed, and with a "swish", several sharp thorns pierced out from the tip of the folding fan.

The French fan is not as sharp as a blade, but his fan hides the blade in his heart from the beginning to the end, showing it as blunt.

But this kind of softness to the outside world has never been the whole boy.

If his master, his friends, and the people and things he cherishes are hurt, it will be the moment when the blade is unsheathed and shows its edge to others.

"What's going on, explain it carefully, if you want to survive, don't hide a single word." The folding fan in the boy's hand moved closer.

His smile is still there, but the gentle sunshine has disappeared. The appearance of the cracked corners of his mouth is like an evil ghost tearing flesh and devouring bones.

The person being threatened obviously didn't expect the youthful boy to have such a vicious side. The person was trembling with fright, but he still didn't dare to move, because the sharp spike that was shining with cold light only needs to get closer, and it will be gone. It will pierce the neck, and the next second will be bloody.

"I...we don't know..."

"The tower rings the bell at midnight every day, and we will fall asleep, experience the past in our dreams, and then... may be chased by monsters..."

"The bell will catch a few people every day, and when enough people are caught, the rest will wake up... So, there are fewer and fewer people here."

"We don't know what the criteria for arresting people are. Some people say they were caught by monsters in their dreams, and some people say they violated some taboo. But when you wake up, you don't know what happened to the person who disappeared."

"We just want to save our lives. Often people who just come in are not on guard, so... everyone has formed a tacit agreement not to tell outsiders what happened at night..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent. It seemed that he was explaining everything he knew. The people around him couldn't help but sigh after hearing what he said.

That sigh contained the helplessness of the current situation, as well as the guilt for the disappeared person.Maybe they didn't want to hurt anyone, but...

The boy withdrew his folding fan, grabbed the man and threw him into the middle of the crowd, and asked coldly, "Is there anything else you didn't say?"

There was still a terrifying expression in their eyes, and the people around them rubbed their straw mats and backed away, wanting to stay away from the young man who looked very dangerous.

"You don't even say it?" While speaking, he pinched a talisman with two fingers, and blew lightly, and the talisman ignited a ball of fire. The flaming talisman could fall on the straw mat at any time, as if the next In seconds, the entire space will be spread by flames.

"Really, really no more."

"We are also forced to be helpless..."

"It's not our fault that your friend was arrested! You can't..."

The wailing rang out, but the young man seemed to have a heart of stone.

As the flame on the spell burned bigger and bigger, and more and more sparks fell, the people around seemed to realize that they had to say something to make the young man show mercy. They tried desperately to guess the correct answer, chattering shouted, and someone repeated what the man had just discovered.

Suddenly a voice shouted: "Yes, there is also that black mist, that mist will shrink every day after we wake up, like, like it will eat people."

As soon as the words fell, the talisman had already burned to the finger position, the young man let go of his hand lightly, large groups of raging flames fell on the straw mat, and the crowd began to shout and flee.

It's just that they were wounded to some extent, and they couldn't escape far. Soon some people started to cry.

The raging flames reflected on everyone's terrified faces, and some people began to count down in despair, but...

Not long after, the fire that was supposed to burn the entire space became smaller and smaller, and finally went out directly on the straw mat.

"It's just a lighting talisman, it won't ignite, don't worry." The boy smiled.

Everyone was still in shock, but felt that the smile was terrifying.

Even if the fire was extinguished, they looked at the boy with fear in their eyes, and no one dared to approach him within a few meters of him.

Qi Wushen gave a wry smile and didn't care.

He didn't really want to hurt anyone, he was just tired of the concealment attitude of these people, he didn't have that much time, he had to find someone quickly.

"Master?" Qi Wushen walked back to the straw mat where Zong Wu was sleeping, and stroked Master's cheek with his hand.

The commotion just now was quite noisy, no matter how deeply she slept, there was absolutely no reason not to be woken up.

It seems that Master's situation is not very good, but...

Being unable to wake up temporarily is at least a little better than losing everyone like a chicken.

Qi Wushen leaned over and carried the master on his back, and walked slowly towards the Buddhist scripture tower that was shining with orange light under the fearful eyes of the crowd.

-

In the Buddhist scripture tower, a god dressed in white floats at the bottom of the tower. His body is almost transparent. If someone who understands sees it, he must know that he is in the state of a soul.

However, Zong Wu couldn't see himself, and his memory was even fragmented.

I vaguely remember being hugged by the little apprentice just now in the dream, and then...

He tried to call the little apprentice's name several times, but he didn't get a reply.

Just now there were looming mantras chanting in his ears, but now there is silence everywhere.

At this moment, a distant and ethereal call suddenly sounded in my ear.

"Shangshen." The voice was thick and rough but with a bit of vicissitudes.

The other party didn't know Zong Wu, but through the aura on his body, he recognized the identity of the immortal in the Jiuzhong Heaven.

"Who? Where are you?"

Zong Wu looked around, but he didn't see anyone, the voice calling him seemed to appear in a dream, like his fantasy.

The white-clothed god frowned slightly, and he walked along the bottom of the tower a few times.

In this scripture tower, although the scriptures are densely covered, none of them can be touched.From the outside of the tower, there are nine layers of eaves. Zong Wu did see the stairs going up, but he couldn't touch them.

"The top of the tower is empty, and the bottom of the tower is real."

At this moment, the voice calling him just now sounded again, but the sound was a little weaker than before.

Just now I didn't hear it clearly, but this time Zong Wu heard it clearly.

The voice didn't come from anywhere else, it clearly came from under his feet.

Zong Wu bent down and tapped the floor lightly, there was a hollow sound under the floor.

— hollow, with a basement.

"How can I go down?" Zong Wu asked in a shallow voice, he vaguely felt that he was pulled here by a gentle and holy force.

The other party didn't know his name, but by induction, he recognized him as the Nine Heavens God.

Zong Wu also felt that the other party was definitely not a sinister and evil person, but possessed by Daoguang, and even seemed to ascend.

"The entrance is under the third bookshelf on the left."

Following the guidance of the ethereal words, Zong Wu saw a light-colored stone brick there.

He moved lightly with lotus steps, and walked towards that place, but the ethereal and thick voice sounded again.

"Shangshen is temporarily unable to come down in the state of a soul."

Zong Wu focused on a bronze mirror on the bookcase, the indoor scene reflected in the mirror, but his figure could not be seen.

At this moment, the ethereal but thick voice sounded again.

"Will God help us to defeat the peacock demon and save Gucheng from the dire straits?"

"There is no shirkable responsibility." Zong Wu said with heavy eyes and every word.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a stack of ripples appearing in the bronze mirror in front of me. For a moment, the water rippled and the ripples dispersed. When I stood still, the scene in the mirror had already changed.

In the black mist, the young man was only wearing obscene clothes. He was bent over, and the person on his back was dressed in white clothes wrapped in short indigo brown. Who else could it be?

Zong Wu has seen too many appearances of young apprentices, some laughing, some playful, but he has never seen the current appearance.

It felt like a person struggling to move forward in the desert, rushing towards the water source, but the water source was far away, he could only grit his teeth to ensure that he would not faint halfway.

After a while, the young man leaned down, gently put down the person on his back, and carefully tidied up Zong Wu's messy hair and messy clothes.

The little apprentice's movements were gentle but not frivolous, Zong Wu's heart moved, and there seemed to be unspeakable emotions across his heart.

"Why does he..."

"There are barriers around here. Remove the barriers so that others can approach."

He said again: "Since God promised to help me conquer Gucheng, we will naturally remove this obstacle."

As soon as the words fell, Zong Wu felt a huge force rising from his feet, pushing him out of the book collection tower.

"With our ability, we can't hold on for long. Please return the Lord quickly after you turn around." The deep voice still echoed in my ears.

-

The young man is about the same size as the master. Although Zong Wu is very light, his limbs are exceptionally slender, and it is not easy to carry it on his back.

Qi Wushen memorized carefully, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would bump the master's body somewhere, leaving red marks on the wound.

At this moment, a low muffled hum suddenly came from behind.

"Master?" The young man called out uncertainly, and Zong Wu on his back gave another soft "um".

After confirming that the master is awake and not dreaming, Qi Wushen hastily bent down and let go of the person on his back.

Zong Wu had just woken up, his feet were unsteady, he was half leaning on the little apprentice's arms, with one hand on his forehead, he seemed a little dizzy.

"Master, how do you feel?" The young man breathed a sigh of relief, changed his posture, put one arm under the master's body, and took most of the force calmly.

"It's okay." Zong Wu waved his hand and asked again, "What's the situation now?"

The young man briefly mentioned what happened just now, including the sudden disappearance of Ji Sheng and those people, and the fact that someone would be taken away by the mist after the clock struck midnight.

The young man said again: "I thought the problem was on the tower. It was the tower that hooked people's souls, and Master has not woken up. I scattered a few guides on the way, and the tower seemed to be getting closer, but no matter what Not long after, the apprentice realized that there should be a maze, so he scattered a few more charms, and the master woke up."

Zong Wu nodded.

"The problem shouldn't be on the tower." He said softly.

According to the experience just now, although he didn't have an in-depth conversation with the people in the tower, he already guessed that the people in the tower should be the guardians of this land, and they were definitely not the ones who took those people away.

According to the agreement, they still have to go to the tower and meet with the tower guard, so that they can find out what's going on here.

"Let's go, let's go to the library tower first." Zong Wu raised his finger and said again.

The young man nodded. When the two set off again this time, the tower was no longer as far away as before.

Qi Wushen couldn't help wondering: "Did the spell work?"

Zong Wu didn't say a word, his attention was always focused on the hands they clasped.

Although the statures of the two are about the same, the boy's hand is much bigger than his. It is not as cold as his. Even now, he can feel the heat from the boy's hand continuously.

When being held by the little apprentice, Zong Wu noticed it, but he didn't react immediately.He didn't refuse or accept, but just observed calmly, and seemed to have some strange feeling in his heart, but he had always lacked love and love, and he didn't understand the meaning of that emotion.

At the moment of the big event, both of them tacitly did not mention the dream.

However, the atmosphere flowing in the air seems to have changed slightly.

"Master, we're here." The young man stopped in front of the vermilion wooden door of the Buddhist scriptures tower, and pressed the chi heads on both sides with his hands, but he didn't open it in a hurry.

He felt that he should be more careful, but Zong Wu pushed the door open.

In the empty library, there is nothing but books.

The young man saw the stairs in the middle, and was about to walk there, but was stopped by an invisible force.

At this time, Master's clear voice sounded in my ears.

"The top of the tower is empty, and the bottom of the tower is real."

"Ok?"

The young man turned his head to look at Zong Wu, only to see the master pointing to a light-colored bluestone slab under his feet and saying: "Remove it and go to the basement."

-

In the deep and wet corridor, water droplets fell from the top of the head.

The boy did not use a spell, but took down the torch hanging on the wall and lit it with a flint and steel.

The dark stone steps spiraled down, and the more they went down, the darker they went, and the heavier the moisture, it seemed that they could condense into water droplets on the body.

"Master, where are you going?" The young man looked towards the dark hole in the middle of the stairs. It was an endless darkness, and at the end seemed to be a huge dragon that could swallow everything.

"I don't know." Zong Wu shook his head.

The voice told him to come down, but didn't tell him what to do after he got down.

Suddenly, Zong Wu stunned, and the little apprentice who was following behind bumped into the master suddenly, almost falling down.

"Master?"

Zong Wu tilted his head, stretched out a hand, and took the initiative to hold the little apprentice's hand.

Qi Wushen was stunned, this seemed to be one of the few master's initiative, for a moment, the person in front of him said again: "Be careful, don't get lost."

Zong Wu's worry is true, before the two of them entered the pagoda, there was a barrier here, although there are people in the pagoda as guarantees, the situation is still unclear.

Zong Wu talked about his previous experience when his soul was out of the body, and the young man immediately understood, and said: "So we are going to find the person in the tower now."

Zong Wu nodded and said: "Although the identity is unknown, the aura of that person is very gentle. Although he is not yet immortal, he should be a person who has attained the Tao and has meritorious deeds."

Hearing this, the boy frowned.

Among the people related to Cumulus Temple, he really thought of a person who fit the description of Master.

That is Pu Yun, the master of the temple here.

It's just that all kinds of things that the residents said were "leading people to take food to return pills" and "teaching people to offer incense to evil spirits" were also done by this person, and the young man's impression of him took a turn for the worse.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, the young man just opened his mouth to confirm, but the master who was walking in front stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" the young man asked, the stone steps were very narrow, he and the master's figure overlapped, and he couldn't see clearly what happened in front of him.

Zong Wu withdrew his body, only to see that the steps in front of him were interrupted in mid-air, empty, and there was still the kind of darkness that seemed to swallow everything below.

"Master, is there no way?" The young man asked suspiciously.

With the current situation, they can't be told to jump down like this, can they?

Zong Wu said nothing, silently moved his body away a little.

On the last stretch of the road, a small golden snake spit out a core came into view.

"Snake?" The young man leaned down to examine it carefully. The little snake seemed to feel the attention of the eyes, and it walked up the steps and swam towards the young man's fingertips.

"Why are there snakes here?"

Qi Wushen stood up, the snake didn't intend to attack, and it didn't look like a living thing, but it was quite spiritual.

The little golden snake meandered up to the hands they held together. In the next second, the boy felt his arm sink. The snake, which was originally as thick as a little finger, suddenly grew up, becoming as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

A force as overwhelming as Mount Tai suddenly pressed towards the two of them, leading them towards the dark abyss of darkness.

The steps were narrow, and struggling did not help them get rid of the snake, but accelerated their falling speed.

The feet of the two were empty, and both fell into the abyss.

The clasped hands never let go.

-

"Cough...cough..."

After an unknown amount of time, the boy struggled to get up.

He looked around, the scene he saw was strange and unusual, only the golden light was particularly dazzling.

The golden wall, the golden pillars, the golden gate, the place in front of his eyes was shining with golden light, which made his eyes ache.

The young man subconsciously shook hands, and the person who had originally held hands was gone.

Where did it go?

A trace of anxiety flashed in Qi Wushen's heart.

He hurriedly got up to search, bypassing a golden wall, and soon found a familiar slender figure.

"Master." The young man called out and stepped forward.

It wasn't until he got close that he could see the scene in front of him clearly.

In front of Zong Wu, 12 people sat in a circle.

Those people were wearing Taoist robes, and the shape of the Taoist robes looked similar to those worn by the Taoist priests in Cumulus Temple, but the figures of these people looked thin and bony, and the shoulders and knees of the Taoist robes were protruded with sharp edges and corners. .

The cuffs and the back of the abdomen looked empty, but it felt like a bone frame supporting the body.

The boy leaned over slightly to look carefully, and only then did he discover the abnormality of these 12 people.

Where are the twelve Taoist priests?

It was clearly a mummy.

A total of twelve corpses in Taoist robes.

"What's the matter?" the boy subconsciously asked.

In the next second, a mummy on the main seat suddenly raised its head.

"You guys are here." There was no light in the dark eye sockets.

"Ah."

Zong Wuqian responded, and at the same time, he held the boy's hand calmly again.