Zhang Yuan and Fan Jiaojiao embraced and walked in the narrow and dark corridor, watching the light inside slowly moving forward.
The tunnel seems to have not been opened for many years. There is a damp smell inside. The foot is cold and smooth on the ground, and the walls on both sides are dark. Zhang Yuan dare not touch it, for fear of opening some mechanism. Secret whistle.
People are always full of curiosity about the unknown, but they also have the fear of strangeness. Fan Jiaojiao hugged Zhang Yuan tightly, and her big flashing eyes watched from behind, for fear that the door behind her would close.
Zhang Yuan was also a little worried. He regretted when he was halfway there, why didn't he bring a weapon, but he had already walked halfway in panic, and the front was brighter, so he decided to come closer.
"Why is there such a long passage in this big tree?" Fan Jiaojiao asked timidly. Although her voice was small, the echo in the passage was very strong. After she finished speaking, she was still repeating it over and over again.
"You can't think in terms of common sense here." Zhang Yuan replied. He also knew that although the tree was extremely thick, it was impossible to have a straight long corridor. The tree was not so thick at all.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, I'm afraid." Fan Jiaojiao would call Zhang Yuan brother every time at a critical moment, instead of poor boy or others, which made Zhang Yuan a strong desire to protect her.
"It's okay, there's me." Zhang Yuan tightened her shoulders again.
The light in front of me is getting bigger and bigger, and the red light shines on the wall, still beating, a bit like a bonfire they set up at night, but what kind of fire can burn for so many years? Is there someone in there
"Is there someone inside? We are the people who are lost." Zhang Yuan asked loudly when he approached the passageway.
But the only answer to him was the echo over and over again, "We are lost people... lost people... lost people... people... people... people..."
This situation was even more weird. Fan Jiaojiao felt that her heart was about to mention her throat, and she did not dare to express the nervous atmosphere.
Soon the two finally reached the end of the tunnel, and they could see a stone room inside, a small stone room, about ten square meters, empty, only a square stone table in the middle, one foot high and half hanging on the table. There was a red sphere burning with flames. The fireball had a big head, round and translucent, just like a bright red and reflective crystal ball.
The strange thing is how the crystal ball can burn, the fire is blazing, and the whole room is illuminated. I don’t know what material it is. What’s even more surprising is that this crystal fireball has no support, but it can hover in the air. The floating outside is light. It is also conceivable that this crystal ball is an entity. Is it lighter than air
For this strange phenomenon, the two had already had a certain degree of immunity. They just glanced at each other and observed it closely, but the temperature was so high that they could not be touched, and they did not see anything.
"There is a small door over there." Fan Jiaojiao whispered.
"I seem to hear the sound of running water." Zhang Yuan faintly heard the gurgling water in his ears. If a fixed water source is found, it will undoubtedly be a great guarantee for survival.
Zhang Yuan was overjoyed, "Go over." He pulled Fan Jiaojiao to the small door in the corner of the stone room.
When they reached the small door, both of them stopped, and their eyes became excited. Although they had been prepared, they still shouted in excitement: "There is water!"
"There are apples!"
I saw a huge molten cave in front of me, and there was a red crystal ball burning in the center of the hole, but this crystal ball was many times larger than the outside, and the light illuminated the molten cave brightly.
In the raging fire, you can see a slowly flowing dark spring on one side of the cave. The spring water is gurgling, forming a clear, shallow stream.
On the moist rocky ground by the spring water, there are countless half-person tall straight thorn-like plants growing. What makes people happy is that the top of each thorn bears a bright red apple-like fruit.
Having water and food is the biggest surprise for people in desperate situations. The red fire illuminates Fan Jiaojiao's unhappy face.
"Hehe, great, I have something to eat!" Fan Jiaojiao kissed Zhang Yuan excitedly, raising her leg to pick apples to eat.
Just heard Zhang Yuan shout, "Wait."
Fan Jiaojiao followed Zhang Yuan's eyes to look at the inside of the molten cave. She screamed, "Someone!"
On the innermost side of the molten cave, there is a smooth and shiny octagonal pedestal with a faintly carved gossip pattern, which looks like a white marble. Sitting an old man with a high hair bun.
The old man has black and white hair and is about 60 years old. He doesn't need to be under his chin. He wears a plain blue Taoist robe and looks simple and solemn. He puts his hands on the back of his legs, as if he is practicing quietly and enlightening Taoism.
Looking at the old man's face again, I saw that he was kind, ruddy, with down eyebrows and closed eyes, smiling but not smiling, as if he was still in concentration, unheard of the exclamation and noisiness of a pair of naked men and women at the door.
"Old Taoist priest?" Fan Jiaojiao stopped eating apples and exchanged glances with Zhang Yuan, only to realize that she was wearing nothing. If the old man opened his eyes, he would have seen it all. She hugs her chest and clamps his legs. Standing sideways, not daring to walk around.
"Old man, old brother, old senior." Zhang Yuan stepped closer to the old way, and while imitating the actions of the ancients, he was a little clearer than Fan Jiaojiao. This old man was 80% of the same senior master as the master Tao.
But the old Dao turned a deaf ear, his complexion did not change at all, he didn't even blink his eyelids, which made people wonder whether he was in concentration or asleep
"Grandpa." Zhang Yuan walked to him and stretched out his hand to gently shook the old Taoist. Suddenly he retracted his hand like an electric shock, and then immediately put his hand in front of the old Taoist's nose without breathing. Isn't it the old way...
"It's a dead man!" Zhang Yuan exclaimed, and Fan Jiaojiao followed in the distance, "Huh?" She ran over in small steps, circled the old road, and shook her head after looking at it.
"It can't be dead, you see, his face is ruddy and his skin is shiny and smooth, how can he be dead?" Fan Jiaojiao looked carefully.
"Dead, definitely dead, no breathing, whole body cold." Zhang Yuan said affirmatively, he was too good at judging dead people.
"Without culture, how can a dead person be so lifelike? I tell you that there is a magic in ancient Taoist culture that allows the soul to go out of the body and travel thousands of miles. This is called Yuanshen travel. When the soul of a person flies out of the body, the skin bag left behind is like death. In general, if someone destroys his skin at this time, he will never be able to return to his original position, just like a lonely soul and a wild ghost, he will never be able to live beyond life, so people who travel with the soul must hide this fake death skin."
Zhang Yuan stared at this naked girl with a smug expression on her face. He didn't expect this guy to be very proficient in the ghosts and gods, but Zhang Yuan heard these words for the first time.
Seeing Zhang Yuan’s eyes, Miss Fan Jiaojiao’s self-esteem and satisfaction grew, and she arrogantly raised her tail and said with her back: "Don’t envy me. Actually, I just read through a few volumes of I Ching with my grandpa when I was a child. A little fairy who knows five hundred years ago, if you want to apprentice..."
"Little fairy who doesn't wear clothes, let me be a mere mortal, haha." Zhang Yuan immediately hugged Fan Jiaojiao, who was busy and humorous.
"Oh! You, don't, don't..." Fan Jiaojiao was taken aback, then giggled and pushed a certain wolf who had sent the animal heart hard, "Hehe, you dead man, you are necrotic, how can you be in front of you? Get noodles for monks, oh! Humph, go in so soon..."
Zhang Yuan laughed, and couldn't wait to start playing in the belly of this cute girl again, eating and drinking and discovering, how can he not make a few love celebrations.
Fan Jiaojiao refused at first, but was conquered after two strokes. She hung Zhang Yuan's neck with her face red, muttering shyly: "You are bad, necrotic..."
Just as Zhang Yuan started to meditate on the secret of the Peach Blossom Gate, and wanted to make Fan Jiaojiao shout out of shame, he suddenly heard a clear clatter from the body of the old Taoist priest behind him.
The two of them were startled. Zhang Yuan hurriedly stopped. Fan Jiaojiao was hanging Zhang Yuan’s neck with two legs around his waist, like a koala hanging in front of Zhang Yuan. The sound made her almost fall to the ground. Go up.
Turning his head to see, the body of the old Tao has changed. The beginning of the change is that the old Tao's head is coiled high, and the gray hair crown of the black bamboo hairpin is inserted diagonally. The hair crown begins to collapse after a sound, just like the old Tao. The body is piled up like mud and sand, and now the mud is slowly collapsing from top to bottom.
The speed of the collapse seemed unsatisfactory, but it was not slow. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace above the forehead. Zhang Yuan and Fan Jiaojiao’s eyes moved to the old Dao’s face at the same time. They exclaimed at the same time, "God, he’s here. Laugh at us!"
Fan Jiaojiao hurriedly jumped off Zhang Yuan's body in fright, and quickly covered the bush with his hand. When he looked up again, the old-fashioned face had disappeared.
"Did he open his eyes just now?" Fan Jiaojiao asked softly.
Zhang Yuan shook his head and made a silent motion at Fan Jiaojiao.
Fan Jiaojiao looked carefully again, and saw that the old Dao's body collapsed and scattered the mud and sand. When it touched the gossip pedestal under her, it immediately became white and crystal clear, like snow flakes, like flying flowers, like catkins flying by the river in early spring in March. .
The small snow flakes with bright light in the white lightly fly into the sky like this, and it is like a white river hanging in the sky, flowing from the bottom to the top, as if there are countless hands controlling invisibly, the end of the snow flakes flowing, Formed a neat row of traditional shoes, the words are written up and down, the handwriting is clear, crystal and translucent, just like hanging transparent bamboo slips.
When the old Dao's body completely turned into a flying flower, Zhang Yuan and the others appeared not far away from a big article.
In the first four words, Zhang Yuan was given to Lei, "The poor way of heaven..."