You traversers really know how to play [Rebirth]

Qin Zheng stood in a wilderness.

In front of him was an incomparably luxuriant big tree with gnarled branches, each leaf seemed to be waxed, shining golden light under the soft sunlight.

Is this the Sutra Pavilion?

He was a little confused, and walked around the tree twice. When he turned to the third circle, a voice came from his head:

"Are you the disciple in charge of organizing the scrolls?"

Qin Zheng looked up and saw a man in red, standing motionless in the shadow of a big tree branch, looking at him quietly.

"Yes." Qin Zheng couldn't help swallowing.

He didn't hear a sound, didn't notice a breath, this man appeared quietly as if he appeared out of thin air.

If the guess is correct, he is Elder Guo Ping who is in charge of managing the Sutra Pavilion.Thinking of this verse, Qin Zheng collected himself and was about to say hello when he suddenly jumped back.

Almost in the next moment, Guo Ping appeared at the place where he was standing just now, looking at him slightly from the side.

Looking at it closely, I feel that this person has a gloomy air, coupled with his habit of appearing and disappearing, he is not like the righteous elder who guards the Sutra Pavilion, but more like a ghost.

"What did you see?" he said suddenly.

Qin Zheng wasn't sure what he meant, so he said truthfully, "It's a big tree."

"Tree?" Guo Ping turned his head, looking at the towering tree with an inexplicable expression, "What is it like?"

"Can't you see?" Qin Zheng asked in surprise.

Guo Ping shook his head lightly: "When everyone enters here for the first time, they see a different scripture pavilion."

"It's very lush, tall, and full of vitality. It seems to have existed for a long time. There are words on the leaves, and the wind blows and makes a ding-dong ding-dong sound, like running water hitting pebbles." Qin Zheng described, "But the roots ...something on the root of the tree."

"What is it?"

Qin Zheng approached according to his words, and saw a piece of metal lying there, made of unknown material, it seemed to be a part of a complete vessel.When I looked closely, I found that there was a pattern carved on it, but it was the side upper body of a person with his head down.

He wanted to see this person clearly, but when he looked intently, he saw that his face was blurred and it was difficult to distinguish his face.

Regardless of this point, although there are only a few strokes in this pattern, it is so lifelike that even Qin Zheng can feel a heart-wrenching grief.

"who is he?Why is it here?Why did I see this scene in the Sutra Pavilion?What does this person have to do with me?

Qin Zheng noticed that the man's hands were drooping, but the angle was very unnatural.And there are a few thin lines in the direction he is facing, which may represent some kind of light, or it may be some kind of guidance.

It seems that if you want to see the whole picture, you must find other parts.

Qin Zheng observed for a while, and there was still no abnormality in the fragment.So he stretched out his hand and picked it up carefully.

It's thin, but heavy.Qin Zheng judged from the touch that the other side was extremely smooth.

"What is that?" Guo Ping asked again.

It appears to be a mirror.Thinking of this, he turned it over, and the alarm bell suddenly rang in his heart.

This is indeed a mirror.

But what Qin Zheng saw inside was a pair of strange eyes!

At the same time, somewhere in the deep underground of Xiujie, in the boiling magma, there was an earth-shattering roar:

"Wang—return—"

Rows of warriors in sharp clothes came out of the fire, and the hot magma rushed freely.In this deep underground that no one knows about, there unexpectedly appeared a division of hundreds of battles!

They stepped on raging flames, held thunderbolt spears, and what shot out of their eyes were unparalleled fighting spirit and unyielding persistence.

The leader was dressed in silver battle armor, his face was hidden under the helmet, but his eyes pierced through the layers of stones that sealed them here, and cast them to the other side.

The king has returned, and they will abide by the thousand-year covenant in the chaotic time sequence, and rush to the king's side through all obstacles.

Without hesitation, he raised his spear, and with the unshakable will to resist after being trapped for thousands of years, he stabbed the first shot towards the huge rock above his head!

"drink--"

Thousands of spears are raised, the fighting spirit is overwhelming!

In the classroom, cigarettes are curling up, and the thin and light white smoke is lingering, forming a small whirlpool in the air.

Wu Si held Yuchenxiang in his hand, and let it hang on it according to the guidance of the smoke.

That's where Yu Chizhou suddenly passed out.

Originally, the burning speed of the incense stick was extremely stable, but as soon as it approached this area, it seemed as if it was disturbed by a naughty child. It suddenly shortened a lot for a while, and suddenly jumped up again for a while.The smoke was also swallowed and exhaled by Yu Chenxiang, sometimes gathering and sometimes spreading.

Time is disrupted here.

Wu Si put away Yu Chenxiang, flicked his sleeves to wipe away the remaining fragrance in the air, stood upright and pondered for a moment, a stream of light condensed on his fingertips, he was about to type out the formula, but suddenly felt a burst of heart palpitations.

His heart was beating wildly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.This feeling... as if a pair of vicious and violent eyes were looking at him frantically and distortedly.

Enemy attack!

No, there was no alarm coming from the mountain, it should be sneaking in secretly.But to be able to escape the mountain guard formation, he must not be an ordinary strong man.

Could it be the time traveler that Qin Zheng mentioned?

At the critical moment, Wu Si's thoughts changed sharply, hundreds of thoughts emerged one by one and were instantly denied by him.While maintaining a nonchalant expression, he slowly turned around, and a thorn of spiritual consciousness suddenly shot out towards the spot he noticed!

"Boom."

Wu Sifei jumped on him, and was immediately stunned.

A hole was pierced through the window lattice, but other than that, the place was ordinary and there was nothing unusual about it.

In mid-air, Yuchenxiang was still waving, burning steadily and unhurriedly, as if telling Wu Sifang's feeling that it was just a white dream.

"What's that under the root of the tree?"

Qin Zheng blinked, and in front of him was no longer that towering tree, nor was he in a deserted wilderness, nor did he have a pair of strange eyes.In fact, he was standing inside the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and disciples in twos and threes sometimes passed behind him, and standing opposite him was Elder Guo Ping whom he had just seen.

"It's the reflection of stagnant water." As if waking up from a dream, Qin Zheng lowered his head in embarrassment, "Did I just yell out?"

There was no expression on Guo Ping's face: "No, but you were frightened."

"Uh... there's a snake in the water, I'm afraid of that kind of thing." Qin Zheng lowered his head even lower.

"Very few people regard the Sutra Pavilion as a living thing." I don't know if he saw Qin Zheng's embarrassment, but Guo Ping took the initiative to change the subject.It cannot be denied that Qin Zheng was very relieved.

Secretly rubbing the smooth metal hidden in his sleeve, he pretended to be very interested: "What does the Sutra Pavilion look like to most people?"

"A pavilion with a lot of books should look like it." Guo Ping's tone was flat, and Qin Zheng didn't know if he had told a bad joke, "Apart from you, the only people who are still staying on Jianzhi Mountain are One takes 'it' as a living being."

Qin Zheng suddenly became really interested: "Who is it?"

"Wu Si."

Qin Zheng's heart skipped a beat: "He... what does this mean?"

"Perhaps in your eyes, the books that record the past have a special meaning. They are closely related to you and cannot be regarded as dead things."

"Haha, maybe we all really like reading." Qin Zheng laughed, and asked cautiously, "I don't know what Guanshi Wu saw?"

Guo Ping gave him a strange look, Qin Zheng was still thinking about the meaning of that look, and the answer came to his ears.

"He saw a snake."

"That--"

Guo Ping shook his head, stopped Qin Zheng from further questioning, took out a key from the void and handed it to him: "You go."

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Qin Zheng opened the small door of the underground passage and slowly descended the stairs.

What did Guo Ping mean by these words?What do I and Wu Si think about the Buddhist scriptures pavilion?Most importantly, what happened just now?

Just now, he had just seen the eyes reflected in the shards of the mirror, when he suddenly felt a huge repulsive force ejecting him from the illusion.He thought that all the illusory things would disappear, but he never thought that the coldness in his hand showed the existence of that fragment, so he brought it out together.

Qin Zheng knew that he should tell Elder Guo Ping about this matter, but for the sake of confidentiality, Guo Ping was not the best person to be told—in fact, he did not know whether the other party had already noticed it, after all The lies that I pulled out in a hurry were obviously not convincing.

And he had no better choice in the situation at the time.In the plot in Qin Zheng's memory, there is no such inexplicable fragment.What's even more strange is that after getting the fragments in his hand, the urgent sense of urging in his heart disappeared.

Maybe my previous guess was not correct, maybe what attracted me in the Sutra Pavilion was not the ancient scroll, but this piece of fragment?

However, who is that person in the fragments?

Recalling that figure, Qin Zheng was puzzled and surprised.Because of the short time, he only remembered those eyes, which felt both familiar and strange to him, but he was sure that he had never seen a similar guy in his life.

Quietly taking out the fragments, Qin Zheng peeped in through the fluorescent light on the wall.But this time, he only saw a sneaky version of himself.

It must be some kind of magic weapon.Qin Zheng thought, there must be some way to trigger it.

Scratching his head, he tried to channel spiritual power into the mirror again.This time, he finally saw hope. In the dim light underground, Qin Zheng vaguely saw the fragment light up slightly.Although it soon returned to silence, but talk is better than nothing, at least people can see the direction of their efforts.

To make it all light up, he needs more spiritual power.

Because he lent the storage bag to Chen Yishu, Qin Zheng had no choice but to put the fragments back in his pocket.In front of him, this long corridor has come to an end.