Daoist, I am married

In the peach blossom mirror, the peach blossoms are as bright as daytime, like a fairyland, and the fragrance of the flowers hits the mouth and nose, but it makes people dizzy.

"Sooner or later, I will be cheated to death by the two of them." Jin Ze squatted on the ground, too angry to speak.

Ming Cong looked at the people squatting on the ground and smiled slightly: "If you care about it, you will be chaotic. It would be better if they are fine."

"Hey..." Jin Zechang sighed and got up, "You are right, they have cultivated good luck for eight lifetimes after following my master."

Ming Cong looks very leisurely, looks around, and even folded a peach blossom to play with, it looks like, if there is a girl in front of him, he will put the flower on her head.

"Where are we going? It took ten days and half a month to go around such a big place." Jin Ze felt a headache.

Ming Cong came over with flowers: "This place is full of aura, and there is no evil spirit. Obviously, this is the illusion of demon spirits, and the unscented fragrance of flowers comes from this place. Those who can become illusions must have at least Five, six hundred years."

"Illusions..." Jin Ze searched for knowledge about illusions in his mind, and found that he didn't know much about them. .”

Ming Cong nodded: "This is indeed a possibility, we can go around first. Where there is nothing, there must be reality, and there must be a real peach forest here. This monster has no malicious intentions, and maybe there will be a glimmer of life left." The ordinary man The aroma that can be smelled should come from that field.

Even though it is already hot summer, controlling the flowering period is nothing to Tao Yao.

Just as he finished speaking, Ming Cong suddenly shouted: "Don't move."

Because the person in front of him was moved to a place two feet away from him in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the surrounding scene began to change rapidly.

With Ming Cong's soft cry, Jin Ze instinctively stood up straight.

Looking at the deep pit that suddenly appeared in front of him, he froze completely, not knowing what happened and whether the environment he was in was real or not.

Immediately afterwards, a three-person-high vertical stone wall appeared behind the two, and under their feet was a one-foot-long wooden stake protruding horizontally.

Looking at the deep pit five or six people high, there is a black and muddy swamp with an unknown abyss.

At present, the only support is the wooden stake that barely fits under his feet, and he will be finished when a gust of wind comes.

Is this demon spirit really harmless?Are you sure this is life?

Across the deep pit, the two stood on wooden posts and looked at each other.

A male voice came from the empty sky: "Is that you?"

There was excitement and anticipation in this voice, but there was also a hint of anger.

Jin Ze looked up at the opposite side, Ming Cong shook his head at him.

The boy was much softer: "Have you finally returned?" Suddenly he was very angry, "You still have the guts to come back!"

"No," the voice became very sleepy again, "You definitely don't remember, you don't remember..."

The voice gradually faded away, and Jin Ze continued to stare at Ming Cong.

The next moment, Ming Cong frowned: "My spiritual power can't be used anymore." He tried to mobilize his spiritual power, but he couldn't feel his spiritual consciousness at all.

Jin Ze concentrated on feeling his spiritual consciousness, but he also came to the same conclusion: "Me too."

All the gadgets he carried were useless.

Ming Cong tried it again with his saber, and there was absolutely no flaw in the stone wall.

On the top is an unclimbable stone wall with no support, and on the bottom is a quagmire that seems to emit an unknown atmosphere. The spiritual power is inexplicably banned. Kanazawa feels that the god of bad luck has begun to favor him again.

I really want to apologize to Daoist Ming.

Ming Cong remained calm, and quickly analyzed the current situation: "In the illusion of the demon spirit, he is the master. The appearance of these illusions must not be accidental, including the few words he said. What will the 'you' and him be? Relationship? We can rule out the relationship with the enemy for the time being, and the illusion here is very likely to be related to this person's memory, but whether the memory is good or bad is not certain."

"It's a deep pit and a cliff, are you sure it's not an enemy?" Jin Ze has already begun to doubt whether this is a demon spirit or a demon.

"If it is a pure enemy, we should be at the bottom of the pit by now."

"That's what you said," Jinze took out his fan to blow away the smell coming from the bottom of the pit, "What exactly is he trying to do by putting us on two poles?"

"Or, what do you want us to do?"

Jin Ze closed his fan: "It makes sense. He just asked if we are someone, so he should be eager to see that person. Then you say," he blinked, "will you be able to see him if you admit it? No If you admit it, you will be thrown into the pit?"

Ming Cong shook his head: "It's not that simple, it's different from coercion and temptation."

"Alas," Jin Ze tapped his head with a fan, "if he wasn't smoked to death, he would be so worried."

Ming Cong said: "Do you think this smell is very familiar?"

Jin Ze took a deep breath, before he just complained, he only felt the smell, and he really didn't pay attention to what it smelled like.When he recognized it, he bent over and retched instantly, trying to get the smell out.

This is obviously the smell of stinky dung!I regret taking such a big sip just now.

Big dung and Peach Blossom Wonderland don't match at all, okay?He didn't want to look down at all.

"When that Yexiang woman disappeared, she pulled a cart full of Yexiang out of the city." Ming Cong said again.

Jin Ze trembled and stood firm on the stake, fanning wildly in his hand: "So, you think this will be a flaw?"

"That's right. Emptiness and reality, mutual generation and mutual restraint, no matter how perfect the illusion is, there must be something real." Ming Cong said, looking at Jinze with some confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Ming Cong pointed to the bottom of the pit: "When you are close to reality, you are often close to disillusionment."

Jin Ze felt that he might have misunderstood Ming Cong's meaning: "You don't mean to jump down, do you?"

Ming Cong shook his head, and while Jinze breathed a sigh of relief, he said, "It's not me, it's us. I'm worried about you staying here by yourself."

Why can such a horrible thing be said so intimately?

Jin Ze grabbed his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose: "Master Ming, can I trust you?"

Ming Cong looked at Jin Ze with a very serious expression: "Of course, I will protect you well, and I will do my best to protect you."

This daring heart made Jin Ze very admired, Ming Daochang said so, jumping into the cesspit is nothing.

The point is that there is no other way but to squat on the wooden stake in a daze at this moment, so why not take a gamble.

Jin Ze took out a few talismans to plug his ears and nose, then wrapped a relatively heavy gadget in talisman paper and threw it over to Mingcong.

"Stop it." Jin Ze signaled, and then covered his mouth with his sleeve, "I'm ready."

Ming Cong also covered her mouth, and stretched out her hand as a gesture.

Three, two, one!

Jump!

The feeling of falling made Kanazawa close his eyes until the soles of his feet touched something, and then his body became unbalanced, wanting to meet the stinky puddle.

When Jin Ze couldn't help crying out, a force grabbed him in time.

They were not as embarrassed as they had imagined, but landed on a circular flat ground surrounded by stinky black objects.

"Thank you, Daoist." Jin Ze tried his best to maintain a superficial calm, but anyone who almost rushed to such a place would not be too calm.

It really stinks, and he really wants to take a bath.

While clutching her nose and trying to suppress the nausea, a peach blossom appeared in front of her.

"It's still very fragrant." Ming Cong said.

Jin Ze took it and covered his nose, it was really delicious.

At the same time, with the circular flat ground where they were standing as the center, the surrounding scene began to change.

Did they really bet right?

The deep pit disappeared, and the stone wall disappeared, and green hills and farmland appeared in front of them, and they were standing in a gurgling stream.

Finally escaped from the source of the stench and saw the clear stream, Kanazawa sighed softly, bent over and washed his face.

But the smell seemed to have touched his body, and his body was also smelly, so he really wanted to take off his clothes and take a bath.

His eyes lit up, and he saw a flash of blue light from Ming Cong's fingertips, and the blue light circled around Jinze several times, and then looked at the clothes, they were as clean as new, smelled them, they were fragrant.

Jin Ze happily said: "You can use spiritual power?"

Ming Cong nodded: "It seems that we have successfully passed the first test."

Jin Ze wrinkled his face again when he heard this, and looked at the endless farmland: "This is another new level? We won't be asked to farm, right?"

Speaking of which, Jin Ze took out the gadgets on his body. He seemed to have a charm that could make puppets. Could it be that his nose was stuffed just now?

The pastoral scenery is very vivid, the new seedlings in the field are tender green, and the willow trees on the roadside are rustling when the wind blows by.All that is needed is a few farmers and a cow in the field, which is a real leisurely countryside.

The two walked half a circle around the farmland and saw a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain.

"Go and see."

The two approached side by side, and saw that the environment of the hut was not bad.

In front of the house are lush forests and bamboos, under the eaves there are various chrysanthemums, and there are stone tables and benches in front of the door. There are chessboards and fragrant tea on the table, as if the owner has just left.

"Will the tea be poisonous?" Jin Ze asked, actually he was a little thirsty.

Ming Cong picked up a cup and smelled it, then said: "Drink."

Hearing this, Jin Ze took a cup and drank it, it quenched his thirst, good tea.

After drinking tea, the two sat on the stone bench and studied the chessboard.

"I can only play backgammon," Kanazawa said.

Ming Cong smiled: "Whether you know how to play chess is not important, the important thing is to know people by watching chess."

Jin Ze became interested: "How to say?"

"You can tell a person's character by looking at the way of chess. If you guessed correctly, this is the endgame between that demon spirit and that old man." Ming Cong pointed to Bai Zi, "Looking at the overall situation, it seems that white chess is in control of the overall situation. Most of the black chess pieces are played, but the white chess player does not know, black chess can turn defeat into victory at any time, it just depends on whether black chess wants to win or not."

"Oh," Jin Ze nodded clearly, "that is to say, the black chess has been giving way to the white chess, so he can't see the white chess?"

Ming Cong hesitated for a while and said: "This white player is more like a beginner than pretending to be ignorant."

Jin Ze suddenly said: "Then the white piece must be the demon spirit, and the black piece is most likely a mortal."

Mingcong looked up at him.

Jin Ze said again: "It may also be the other way around. After all, you said that this demon spirit has been skilled for thousands of years, so it's not surprising that he can play Go."

"Why do you think the other must be a human?"

"It's very simple. Now all the people who enter this illusion are human beings. When they come in, they ask if they are the people he is looking for. He won't be able to tell the difference between humans and demons, right?"

Ming Cong looked at him and smiled: "It makes sense, so do you want to gamble again?"

Jin Ze felt that he really couldn't resist Ming Cong's smile, and asked in a daze, "What are you betting on?"

"Bet on who is this merciless sunspot."