With this talk, the sky quickly darkened.
Feng Daochang glanced at the sky, and then apologized to Fangzheng: "Junior brother, I am still refining a furnace of elixir in the elixir furnace of the Yaowang Palace, so I will take my leave first."
Then he arranged a room for Fangzheng and let Fangzheng rest early.
But before leaving, Daoist Feng persuaded Fangzheng with a worried face and kindness: "Junior Brother, if it is not necessary, after spending the night in the Taoist temple, Junior Brother should leave the blessed land as soon as possible. The danger of the blessed land is far beyond what people can imagine."
"There is no one who lives in this city who regrets entering the blessed land, which resulted in being trapped in this corner for eternity. When these people first died, everything was normal, but after a long time, they became They all went crazy."
Feng Daochang persuaded him with kind words before leaving, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought after entering the room.
Undoubtedly, Fudili is different from what everyone imagined.
People will die here.
After death, they will be trapped in the blessed land for life.
As Feng Daochang said before leaving, the danger of the blessed land is far beyond what people can imagine.
If you are not careful, you will be trapped here for life.
This prison life that is longer than a century, death, death, life, life, will really drive a normal person to a mental disorder.
Is Fangzheng afraid of death
As long as you are human, of course you are afraid of death.
But he still came into the blessed land.
This place is a ghost in a blessed place, and it is a dangerous place for others, but it is the greatest opportunity in life for him.
There are crops of gratifying leeks that can be cut, why not
What a waste.
Why can a capitalist empire become a developed country? It is not by plundering colonies that the rapid accumulation of primitive capital has been completed.
At this moment, in Fangzheng's mind, he is slowly sketching out a grand plan...
For example, how to cultivate the blessed land into a vegetable garden first, and complete his rapid accumulation of primitive capital by cutting leeks every day-light up more runes on the human skin scriptures.
After cutting the leeks, I thought about how to get the wool from other people who entered the blessed land...
Cutting leeks and plucking wool is a major development plan in the early stage and must not be interrupted.
Others enter the blessed land, it is a serious game of pushing dungeons, fighting big dragons, getting BUFF, and gaining spiritual energy experience, isn't this just a game of pushing dungeons.
And Fangzheng entered the blessed land, turning other people's dungeon streaming games into a construction and farming streaming game. Others push dungeons, he farms, others fight dragons, he collects wool, others get BUFF, equipment, and experience, He can cut leeks.
Fangzheng is about to start being unruly again.
Of course, Gou Development can't be forgotten.
This is his heart.
He must stick to the original heart of "gou".
Life must not be too turbulent, the gun hits the head, and the wind blows the head.
In fact, Fang Zheng still had an answer in his heart as to why he entered the blessed land without hesitation knowing that this blessed land was dangerous.
Now the outside world is no longer peaceful!
All the ancient, immortal, and returning existences of Sangtian are slowly recovering from the silence and dilapidation one by one. This is a general trend that history cannot stop. In the face of the general situation, human life is worthless. If he wants to survive, he must struggle hard.
If he wanted to survive, he couldn't be like those ordinary people who don't understand anything, just be at ease, be at ease with the status quo, and then never know when he will die.
Isn't there a saying that my fate is up to me...
Just when Fangzheng settled his mind, sat on the bed cross-legged to practice, and planned to recover his true energy as soon as possible, suddenly, in the dead of night, a strange sound came from outside the quiet room.
The abnormal sound seemed like someone was moving the flowerpot outside his room, or someone was wandering outside his room, and his leg bumped against the flowerpot by accident.
In the Taoist temple after nightfall, there is silence and quietness, and even a little wind and grass will appear particularly clear.
The abnormal noise outside the room immediately alarmed Fang Zheng.
"who?"
"Brother Dao?"
In the blessed land of unknown dangers, Fangzheng naturally did not dare to relax his whole body and mind in cultivation. Even the slightest disturbance outside the door could not escape his increasingly sensitive five senses. He immediately closed his eyes and quit the cultivation.
As soon as Fangzheng opened his eyes, he saw Yuehua projected in from outside through the papered window paper, pale and pale.
There seemed to be a vague black figure lying on its stomach outside the window, putting its head in front of the window, trying to look into his room.
"Brother Daoist, you can just push the door open and come in. The latch is not locked." Fangzheng said as he calmly reached out and grabbed the knife case beside him.
As a result, the black figure lying outside his window remained motionless, just resting his head outside the window, silently looking at Fang Zheng in the room.
"Brother Dao, if it's you, please answer?" Fangzheng narrowed his eyes, stood up, and lifted the knife case.
The head outside the window remained motionless.
Fang's face turned cold.
He walked to the door, intending to open the door, but he found that the door was not bolted, and it didn't open all of a sudden, as if the wind outside the door was sucking the door tightly.
crunch...
Just at this moment, the window was pushed open a gap by the head outside the window.
Fangzheng's gaze sank: "Hide your head and show your tail, play tricks!"
boom!
The door of the room was directly pulled by Fang Zheng, and it was blown into several broken wooden boards. With a brush, Fang Zheng's figure had rushed out like a cheetah.
At this time, the Ghost Head Saber was out of its sheath.
However, the open space outside the window was empty, empty, cold and dark, nothing abnormal.
Fangzheng stood outside the room only to realize that the entire Taoist temple was pitch black after nightfall.
Not even the candlelight of an oil lamp.
Fangzheng looked left and right, with thoughtful eyes and a cool look, and returned to the room, but he found that the only oil lamp that was on in the room had been turned off at some point.
The room is pitch-black, with only a little bit of moonlight, but the cold moonlight, when it shines into the room, is pale white, making the atmosphere even more gloomy.
Maybe it was because he opened the door too much just now, and the strong wind blew out the oil lamp... Thinking of this, at this moment, with the help of the red light of the cinnabar ink line on the knife case, Fang Zheng, who had returned to the room again, took a thoughtful look at it. A window that has been pushed open.
Next, Fangzheng looked around the room immediately after re-lighting the oil lamp, but found nothing, and there were no footprints or plaster on the ground in front of the window sill.
After thinking for a while, Fangzheng suddenly raised his head to look at the beams of the house.
oh,
Isn't there a corpse hidden on the beam with the most yin energy
boom!
Pushing open the door violently,
Um? Didn't hide behind the door either
Is that under the bed or in the closet? As a result, I searched the entire room, but couldn't find it.
There is definitely a problem with this view!
It's definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface!
Now that there was a problem, Fangzheng could no longer live in peace of mind. He raised the oil lamp and planned to go out to find out how deep the water in this Taoist temple was.
result!
call!
The oil lamp was blown out by the night wind as soon as it left the room.
I tried several times later, and each time, the oil lamp was blown out by the wind inexplicably as soon as I went out.
(end of this chapter)