In this bustling crowd,
At first, Fangzheng thought he had heard it wrong, but when he turned his head to look around, he finally raised his hand and pointed at the tip of his nose,
"I?"
At this time, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that there was a middle-aged Taoist priest in the Taoist temple beside him, and he was indeed calling him.
The other party was an ordinary-looking Taoist priest, in his thirties, a little skinny, with fleshless cheeks.
And the street where he is at the moment is full of Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and gods on both sides. Various temples and temples stand tall, some are tall, some are majestic, and there are three thousand avenues, all of which are concentrated here.
At this time, in a Taoist temple next to Fangzheng, the middle-aged Taoist priest was waving at Fangzheng, signaling Fangzheng to enter the Taoist temple.
But Fang Zheng obviously didn't know each other.
Those who can exist here are all those who fell in the blessed land back then.
Could it be that because of the Taoist robe on his body, the other party recognizes the Taoist robe on his body? Fang Zheng showed surprise, could it be that this is the same family who met the old magic stick
I wanted to think about it, but Fangzheng asked calmly, "Do you know me?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head, motioning for Fang Zheng to come over first, Fang Zheng pondered for a while, and then walked to the entrance of the Taoist temple.
Lingshan Taoist Temple.
There is a plaque hanging on the Taoist temple.
When Fangzheng was standing at the door, the middle-aged Taoist said with a worried expression on his face: "Young brother, although you and I don't know each other, since you and I are both from the Taoist sect and came from the Sanqing sages, I can't just sit and watch junior brother die."
Fangzheng suddenly realized that this was Taoist Priest Jia, a passer-by. Seeing that he was wearing a Taoist robe, he mistakenly regarded him as a fellow disciple.
Others are fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes.
Usually appear on the news and get beaten to tears.
And Fangzheng met the same family, as for whether the tears were in tears, it is still impossible to know...
Fangzheng asked calmly: "Death? Brother Dao, can you tell me in detail?"
The middle-aged Taoist lowered his voice, as if deliberately avoiding being heard by the bustling crowd on the street, while lowering his voice, he secretly raised his finger to the sky: "Didn't Junior Brother notice that the sky is getting darker and darker? "
"Don't look at these people during the day, they are very normal, kind-hearted and kind-hearted in every way, but at night, there is no way to tell whether it is a human heart or a ghost in their hearts. Night is the time when it is really scary."
Fangzheng hehe.
Kind face and kind heart, be kind to others? Why didn't he see it.
Can you eat people in the street with a kind face
And the others are still indifferent, with a normal expression
However, Fangzheng raised his head and glanced at the sky. Isn't it getting dark soon
Fangzheng thought of what he had heard from the goats outside the blessed land, about some taboos in the blessed land, he thought about it for a while, and then agreed to the invitation of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and walked into this Lingshan Taoist temple.
I plan to take refuge in Lingshan Taoist Temple for one night.
At this time, Fangzheng also learned that the middle-aged Taoist priest had forgotten his name because of too long a time, so Fangzheng could only call him Taoist Feng or senior brother.
Feng Daochang? Crazy Daoist
After entering the Taoist temple, Fangzheng discovered that the Taoist temple occupies a relatively large area, complete with internal organs, gate courtyard, release pond, patriarch hall, left hall, right hall, and back hall.
The resting place is in the apse.
Arriving at a stone pavilion in the apse, Daoist Feng served several plates of fruit, food, and tea in a hospitable manner, entertaining Fang Zheng, and his enthusiasm made Fang Zheng feel welcome. However, Fangzheng didn't dare to eat indiscriminately. Who knows if these things were changed by stone cockroaches or mice, maybe that cup of steaming fragrant tea or a cup of fresh horse urine...
No, I can't think about it anymore.
Thinking about it again, my stomach will feel uncomfortable and convulsed again.
Fangzheng made a gesture of holding the teacup, and then put it down again. He seemed to think of something suddenly, and then asked Feng Daochang: "Brother Dao, do you only manage such a big Taoist temple?"
Acting is so natural.
Daoist Feng, who also sat down at this time, took a sip of hot tea, and answered with a smile: "When the junior brother is like me, and has hundreds of thousands of years to kill, he will not feel that everything in front of him is incredible. Maybe the junior brother will understand." More boring than me. Here, I want to practice, but practice is useless, I want to go to a blessed land, and there is no hope, I have nothing to do all day long, and I always have to find something to do."
"The bricks and tiles here are all built by me alone, day after day, slowly repaired, built and collapsed, collapsed and rebuilt, and the cycle continues day after day."
When it came to this point, Feng Daochang realized that his words were wrong, so he quickly apologized to Fangzheng: "Junior brother, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to curse you to death. Although everyone who enters the blessed land always thinks that he is the luckiest person , I always think that I can only kill others, not myself.”
The corner of Fangzheng's mouth twitched, it's better not to explain.
The more you explain, the more flustered I get.
"I don't know how long brother has been trapped here?" Fangzheng hurriedly changed the subject.
"How long?" Feng Daochang recalled.
"The last time Fudi swallowed a person, he said that it has been more than a hundred years since the Qing Dynasty perished."
Well.
Fangzheng groaned, and then calculated the time before and after. The cheap Taoist brother in front of him was probably trapped in the blessed land before the end of the Qing Dynasty.
At least one or two hundred years.
At this age, he can be his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...
Thinking about it this way, Feng Daochang called him junior, but he took advantage of the other party.
"Brother Daoist, may I ask, why do those people outside think that cannibalism can save them from poverty?" Fangzheng thought about it for a while, and asked carefully.
Feng Daochang sneered: "That's a group of lunatics, why should my junior pay attention to lunatics' crazy words."
"I see that the younger brother is hesitant to speak, does the younger brother want to ask me, have I also eaten those people who were swallowed by the blessed land?"
Fangzheng admitted frankly: "I did have this idea. I hope Brother Dao can understand human nature. I didn't maliciously speculate Brother Dao."
Feng Daochang smiled freely: "It's okay, you and I are from the same family, so how can we be so different."
"I can answer my junior brother openly. I have never joined forces with those lunatics outside, and I have eaten the 'wild ginseng' that those lunatics said."
Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief.
This one doesn't look like he's been driven mad by time.
Afterwards, Feng Daochang and Fang Zheng began to discuss their respective worlds and changes.
Fang Zheng told Feng Daochang truthfully that the Qing Dynasty had indeed perished for a hundred years.
And Fangzheng also learned many secrets about the city in front of him from Daoist Feng's mouth.
It's like saying that in this city, there are night tour envoys and gods who have fallen in the past.
As for the strong men who go up to the top of the night walker, they are not in the city.
Those people are all people with great supernatural powers, and they all went deeper to find a way out of the blessed land.
(end of this chapter)