Tongjue had been chasing that person yesterday morning and had not heard any unusual sounds. But when he heard the crying, he and his two fellow apprentices looked at each other in astonishment. The crying of ghosts was not mysterious, but the fact that we heard the sound but did not know where it came from. Moreover, this seemed to be the cave where the Three Mao Patriarchs had lived in seclusion. How could there be a ghost
Tongxuan pointed at the stone wall in front of him and asked: "Did you really go in from here?"
I ignored this idiot, but Shen Bing nodded.
He suddenly laughed: "You must be hallucinating. There is no trace on the stone wall, so how could there be a cave door?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
Shen Bing was still explaining to him: "It's true..."
I waved my hand to signal her to stop talking. It was impossible to explain to this stupid donkey with a pig head. He was a disciple of Maoshan. It was a waste of this title. I said to Tongjue: "The ghost is crying, there must be something wrong inside. This road is blocked..."
Tong Wu laughed when he heard it, shook his head and said, "Master Xi, your explanation is too far-fetched. You can't use the crying of ghosts to cover up the fact that you once encountered hallucinations."
Damn, another pig head.
Although Tongjue was pedantic, he was smarter than his two junior brothers. He nodded and said, "You mean..."
"Find another way out. The founder of Sanmao would definitely use the Qimen Dunjia as the layout of his own practice chamber. Look..." I pointed at the tunnel and said, "To the naked eye, this tunnel appears to be straight, but it is actually in an arc shape, surrounding the huge cave in the middle, which is a corridor outside the cave. And we are in the southwest..."
I took out the compass again, and as I expected, the seabed needle pointed to the southwest. As for the direction, Tong Jue knew it better than me, because he had a spiritual seabed needle in his hand. How could he not know the directions after walking all the way here
He seemed to understand something and said, "You said this is Du Men?"
"Yes, Du Men is connected to Xun Gua, and if it is closed, it will not be connected. But it is not absolute. The door will open with the help of ghosts. So yesterday our Du Men was opened by ghosts..." I just said here.
Tong Xuan sneered, "Once you enter the Dumen, you will be separated from your loved ones and even die, and your descendants will suffer. Do you think you can easily enter and exit with the help of ghosts? This is ridiculous. Don't deceive us brothers anymore. This is common sense in Taoism!"
I really wanted to slap him to death, but considering my image as a buddy, I ignored him and continued to talk to Tongjue, "I think that although this is the place where the Three Mao Patriarchs practiced and lived in seclusion, the descendants of the ancestors took advantage of the blessings of the Patriarch to do mischief here, so the three gates of life will definitely be blocked, and people can only leave but not enter. The only way to enter this cave is through the Death Gate, which is the entrance for hanging and funeral, and it is convenient for sending the dead body in."
Tongjue was about to speak when Tongwu shouted, "Master Xi, what you said is wrong. The Death Gate is a place of mourning and hanging. How can we enter it? Wouldn't that mean we will all become corpses?"
Although Shen Bing was completely confused, she still understood the latter part of the sentence and said, "Yeah, Tu... brother, we can't go through the dead door." Oh, maybe she was afraid that calling him Tu Yuzi would damage his image in front of outsiders, so she temporarily changed it to Tu Ge.
I thought to myself, you are all idiots. Whether you enter the death gate or not depends on Tongjue's opinion. We are now like two teams. Shen Bing and I have the final say, while the other party has to listen to Tongjue.
Tongjue frowned and kept pinching his fingers. Who knew whether he was predicting good or bad luck or calculating the locations of the doors.