Zhou Wen and Li Xuan hurried over, took the lunatic by the hand, trying to pull him out of the door.
In the past, both of them had already paid attention and did not cross the threshold. As long as they did not cross the threshold, it would not be considered as entering the temple for trials.
But as soon as Zhou Wen held the lunatic's hand, he felt a strange force coming from the trajectory temple, pulling him in abruptly.
Zhou Wen immediately felt that something was wrong. He and Li Xuan held the lunatic's hand at the same time, and neither of them crossed the threshold. Why was Li Xuan fine, but he was pulled into the door by a force
Li Xuan reached out to pull Zhou Wen, but it was too late. After Zhou Wen was sucked into the gate, there was a bang, and the gate of the Trajectory Temple closed automatically, separating Li Xuan from the outside.
Seeing that he and the lunatic were locked in the gate, Zhou Wen pulled the lunatic and turned around and wanted to go back. Generally speaking, even if the trial has already started, he can choose to quit.
But when Zhou Wen turned around, he stayed there. There was no stone gate behind him. Not only was there no stone gate, but at a glance, there was nothing there. There was only a straight road leading to the distance. At the end of the road was the blue sky and white clouds.
Zhou Wen turned his body 360 degrees, and immediately realized that he and the lunatic were standing at a crossroads, all four directions were straight roads leading to the horizon, and all he could see was the endless grassland besides the road. Nothing else.
There is no temple or stone wall at all.
"What's going on here? Is the content of the test for us to choose a road? But the roads in the four directions are the same, how do we choose? You also want to give some hints?" Zhou Wen shouted into the sky.
There must be some creature in the temple controlling everything, otherwise he would not be pulled in, but Zhou Wen waited for a while, but did not hear any voice responding to him.
At this time, the comatose lunatic woke up. He rubbed his head and sat up, then looked around, his face full of doubts.
"What's this place?" The lunatic didn't look so crazy, and asked.
"Track Temple, haven't you already entered twice?" Zhou Wen looked at him strangely, because his eyes were obviously blinded by himself before, but now they are intact.
"This is the Temple of Tracks? Isn't there a ship in the Temple of Tracks?" The lunatic stared at Zhou Wen suspiciously with a look of surprise, as if he was judging whether what Zhou Wen said was true or not.
"What you saw when you entered the track temple was a ship?" Zhou Wen felt a little uncomfortable. If the ship was really just an illusion seen by the lunatic, then he guessed it would be difficult for him to ask what the lunatic said. Come.
"Yes, it's a ship." When the ship was mentioned, the expression on the lunatic's face began to change again, but fortunately, it didn't flare up like before.
Zhou Wen quickly changed the subject, pointed to the anchor tattoo on his arm and asked, "This tattoo of yours is quite interesting, does it have any special meaning?"
The lunatic seemed confused, and replied subconsciously: "When I was a child, my dad tattooed it on me. He was a sailor. He said it was a mark on their ship. When I grow up, I can be like him and become a tattoo." A sailor, go to work on his ship."
"Is there still such a profession as a sailor?" Zhou Wen asked suspiciously. As far as he knows, no ship has dared to go to sea in recent decades. There is no need for a ship at all, let alone sailors.
"Yes, why not? Our hometown has a lot of fishing boats, and we go fishing every day, but my dad's boat is a little different. It is a long-distance boat. It will pass through many countries and sell different goods in different countries. .” The lunatic looked much more sober.
"Wait, you said country?" Zhou Wen stared at the lunatic with a strange expression, trying to make sure if he was playing himself.
The country was a concept before the storm of another dimension. After the storm of another dimension, only the federation has no country. Human beings united to survive that catastrophe.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The lunatic looked at Zhou Wen in surprise, as if what he said was a matter of course.
"Brother, how old are you?" Zhou Wen asked.
"Seventeen, why are you asking this?" the lunatic asked suspiciously.
"Then are you joking with me? After the storm of another dimension, where are the countries, and the sea is full of different dimension domains, no one dares to go into the sea again, let alone go fishing, without being eaten by fish That's pretty good." Zhou Wen said.
"What do you mean? What is the federation, what is the interdimensional storm?" The lunatic looked at Zhou Wen now, just like he looked at him before, as if he was looking at a lunatic.
"Well, don't tell me that you were born before the storm in another dimension." Zhou Wen frowned and looked at the madman, thinking that this person was playing tricks on him, maybe he wasn't crazy from the beginning.
The lunatic looked at Zhou Wen very seriously and said, "I don't know what you mean. My name is Alai. I was born in Langya Town, not far from the sea. I came here for...for..."
Speaking of this, Alai was stunned, as if he couldn't remember why he came here.
Zhou Wen didn't know whether this person was really crazy or fake, so he asked, "How did you know about the Holy Land, and how did you come here?"
"What holy place, isn't this the Hall of Six Paths?" Alai asked strangely.
"Six Dao Hall?" Zhou Wen also looked confused. He felt that he was communicating with an alien at all, and he didn't understand what the other party was talking about.
"That's right, it's the Hall of Six Paths, here is..." Alai realized that he couldn't think of it again, and rubbed his head, but he still couldn't think of it.
"You know this is the Temple of Tracks, right?" Zhou Wen asked again.
"That's right, this is the Temple of Tracks, one of the Halls of the Six Paths." Alai replied affirmatively.
"Then do you remember why you came here?" Zhou Wen continued to ask.
Alai thought for a while, and his face gradually became ugly: "I seem to remember that I followed my father on his boat, and then... and then... we encountered a storm... and then... and then..."
Speaking of this, Alai suddenly held his head and screamed, and soon fell to the ground, twitching non-stop, and passed out again after a while.
Zhou Wen checked his body and found that he was not pretending, but really passed out, and his expression became more and more strange.
"What the hell is going on with this guy? Is he really...impossible...he's only seventeen years old...impossible..." Zhou Wen looked at Alai, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Alai didn't wake up for a long time, so Zhou Wen had to find a way to go out first, but the only place he could see with his eyes was straight roads in four directions.
Zhou Wen summoned the mutated lotus ant, let it carry Alai on its back, and walked in one direction.