The bright moon sits on the ground

In the dark cellar, there was the sound of water.

There was obviously more than one person coming. The person in the front was holding a candle, barely guiding the way ahead with the faint light. The people following were silent. In the narrow corridor, the piercing water had reached their knees. becomes more difficult.

Fortunately, the corridor wasn't too long. Soon, the person at the top stopped in his tracks, and blew out the candles.

The middle-aged man turned his head, a weird smile appeared on his simple and vicissitudes face, his chapped lips moved slightly, and those ambiguous syllables spit out from the gaps between his teeth, like the howling of wild animals , like a loud noise when a rock cracks, echoed in the cellar, and gradually dissipated when it touched the stone wall, and sank into the deep and dark bottom of the water without a sound.

Huang Sheng listened attentively to his words, carefully discerned the meaning of his words, and just nodded his head in response, when suddenly someone pushed his side gently. ? Sure enough, it was Fang Qisheng, the troublesome spirit.

"What did he just say?" Fang Qisheng didn't understand a word, so he could only ask Huang Sheng reluctantly.

"He said to tell you to get out." Huang Sheng glared at Fang Qisheng and said angrily, "You can't stay here for long, or trouble will happen. I heard this when I came last time. Just make sure Just leave within the time of a stick of incense."

As expected of Huang Sheng's extraordinary talent, he stayed here intermittently for a few months. Although he could not speak the local language and could barely understand it, he gradually found a way to communicate with the local people. Anyway, we can communicate normally.

After seeing Huang Sheng nodding in response, the middle-aged man stood aside.

His figure was too tall and almost blocked the entire entrance. Fang Qisheng finally knew why he blew out the candles when he sideways avoided, because there were countless candles burning in the depths of the cellar with vents, and the pungent smell Gathering towards that opening, the smoke curled up for a while, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Like an altar.Such a thought inexplicably flashed through Fang Qisheng's mind.

But before he could take a closer look, Huang Sheng moved around, blocking his view.

"Hey, before you go in, let me tell you one thing." Facing Fang Qisheng's impatient gaze, Huang Sheng was more irritable than him, speaking fiercely and in a bad tone, "Wait a minute, whatever you see Don’t think that I’m playing tricks on anything. I was shocked when I saw it, so I wrote that letter to you——you also want to know why I wrote those words, so You will come here alone. Let me tell you first, I didn’t call you here to quarrel with you. "

When we first met, no matter what Fang Qisheng asked, Huang Sheng just gritted his teeth and refused to explain. He only said that he wanted Fang Qisheng to see it with his own eyes. Taoist priests.

In that letter, Huang Sheng said "Have you really known Nie Qiu?", followed by two or three questions, which left Fang Qisheng speechless, and wrote eloquently, "I know you will come next time." Come to me, if you really have a brain, don't tell Nie Qiu, come here alone." As a result, Fang Qisheng has been keeping secrets since he came, how can he not be anxious.

On other occasions, if Huang Sheng said that suddenly, Fang Qisheng would definitely let him taste the suffering in the world.

However, when Huang Sheng said these words, his expression was very serious, and what he said seemed human.

So Fang Qisheng couldn't help becoming serious, suppressed his impetuous mood, and replied seriously: "Got it."

After he said that, Huang Sheng staggered his body and let him step up the half-submerged stone steps into the depths of the cellar.

Before Fang Qisheng cleared the smoke, he was mentally prepared to see anything.

All kinds of hypotheses were churning in his mind, stayed for a long time, and were completely defeated in an instant. He could even hear the sound of something breaking, click, click, making a deafening sound, which made his thoughts pause for a moment. stagnation.

He had already thought of all the possibilities, related to Nie Qiu, Chang Jinyu, and those myths.

But he didn't expect that this cellar is not a simple cellar, and the candles are not used for lighting, but for sacrifices. This is clearly an altar, and the dense white candles act as incense, making the cellar as bright as day, dark There is nowhere to hide.

There is a statue of a god on the altar, which is made of white stone and carved by skilled craftsmen, making it even more lifelike.

The statue of the god is lazily leaning on the pillow mat piled up with clusters of flowers, the waist-length hair falls down meekly, flowing and natural like a stream, completely opposite to the hard texture of the stone. Fettered by the ball, the lotus root was entangled in the gaps of the petals, as if he was suddenly attracted by something, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and looked down at the world.

However, neither the silk and satin embroidered with fox patterns around his waist, nor the hollowed-out crown used to tie his hair, nor the thousands of mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars painted on the corners of his sleeves, nor the calm and indifferent eyes in his eyes, could not be compared. That strong sense of contrast.

There are clusters of flowers under her body, but behind her is a raging flame, which is dyed a pitch black color, which is indescribably weird.

The statue's right hand rests on the pillow mat, gently touching the blooming petals, while the left hand holds a deer-shaped mask, which is also burnt black, and the antlers grow wantonly like vines climbing up. Sharp like the fangs of some kind of beast.

The right side is dressed in a snow-clothed white robe, and the left side is dressed in pitch-black armor. The intersection of black and white is ambiguous, as if he is taking off his blood-stained armor and wants to take a nap, or as if he is putting on the armor neatly. Get ready to get up and go to the bloody ancient battlefield.

However, these are not the fundamental reasons that shocked Fang Qisheng.

What really shocked him, and even made him doubt his own eyes, was not what the statue represented.

It is the appearance of a god.

It is absolutely impossible for Fang Qisheng to admit his mistake.

Even though the indifferent and arrogant expression made him feel strange, he had to admit with difficulty that Huang Sheng's suspicion was justified, and anyone who saw this scene would have doubts about Nie Qiu's identity ——

The appearance of this statue is exactly the same as that of Nie Qiu.

But Nie Qiu should have never been to this place, and it is even more impossible for these weird locals to regard him as a god.

"So I said, let you come here alone." Huang Sheng folded his arms and leaned against the stone wall, and said coldly, "I don't want to doubt your little lover, to be honest, I really want to know about this Because it is not like the Buddha statue in the temple at all, you should be able to understand that there is basically no big difference in the movement and appearance of the stone statues used for worship."

But this statue is different, it is too real, it doesn't look like something that can be carved out of imagination alone.

"Do you know what the most bizarre thing is?" Huang Sheng felt absurd when he said this, "This is the god they have worshiped for generations. After a hundred years of history, it has been passed down from generation to generation. The stone statue of 'Baixuan Xianjun'."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Fang Qisheng leaning over to cover his mouth and nose suddenly. He coughed violently mixed with panting, as if he was enduring some great pain. His brows were tightly frowned, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his neck was even faintly moving. See throbbing veins.

Huang Sheng talked about it patronizingly, but he didn't notice when Fang Qisheng was uncomfortable.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the middle-aged man waiting beside him.

More than half of the incense in the hands of the middle-aged people is still unburned, and they can stay here for a long time.

Huang Sheng looked over, and the middle-aged man raised his eyes numbly to meet his gaze, obviously not knowing anything.

The young man in red touched the leopard's face on his waist, and muttered in a low voice, "I won't be so stimulated." He didn't choose to wait and see, but took a step, calling Fang Qisheng's name, while I walked over to see if he was alive or dead.

Huang Sheng really didn't want to touch Fang Qisheng, so he untied the golden whip, ready to poke him with the handle, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that all the noise quickly faded away the moment he stretched out his hand.

The violent coughing, almost suffocating gasps, and the sound of water droplets falling slowly in the cellar all disappeared in an instant.

Huang Sheng was in a trance for a moment, and then realized belatedly that the handle of the whip in his hand hadn't touched Fang Qisheng.

To be precise, Fang Qisheng avoided it. When he didn't notice it, he just made a subtle movement that he couldn't find without looking carefully, just like the subconscious reaction of a hunter when he encounters danger. .

when is itHuang Sheng suddenly felt annoyed, and then a little frightened.

When did Fang Qisheng reach this level?

Since when did Fang Qisheng throw him far away?

All kinds of doubts kept echoing in his mind, noisy and chaotic, which gave him a headache.

However, Fang Qisheng didn't leave him much time to think. Huang Sheng only heard a click. Fang Qisheng's fingers were cold, and he moved quickly and neatly to remove his wrist bones—he didn't even have time to feel the pain. The whip came off his hand, and the muffled sound of falling on the ground seemed to be mocking his incompetence, arousing his anger and burning him all over.

Only then did Huang Sheng realize the fact that Fang Qisheng was half a head taller than him.

It was only when Fang Qisheng turned around, lowered his eyes, and looked at him with those dark eyes, that Huang Sheng felt his hair stand on end. The coldness shot up from his spine to the top of his head, pouring over like a basin of ice water, extinguishing all the flames. Doused out.

The young demon leader freed up his other hand, and slowly stroked Huang Sheng's temple with his fingertips. He was frightened at once, thinking that Fang Qisheng was out of his mind, and suddenly thought about it, and identified himself as his little girl. Lover Nie Qiu.

This absurd idea quickly disappeared completely with Fang Qisheng's next actions.

Fang Qisheng tested Huang Sheng's pulse with the hand that was tightly wrapped around Huang Sheng's wrist, and then, under his surprised eyes, put the wrist bone back for him, let go, and said in a calm tone: " I thought you were buried in flames long ago, Huang Sheng."

Only the master of the Xuanwu Sect, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity, knew what Fang Qisheng was doing.

Feeling the skin on the side of his face inch by inch, it was not out of concern as a senior brother, but to make sure that the face was real.

The action of feeling the pulse was even more obvious. He was making sure that Huang Sheng was a real person, and not a trick of the Shendingmen.

Although Tang Zhuo was hiding in the dark, when Fang Qisheng looked over intentionally or unintentionally, he was still in a cold sweat.

If it wasn't for what he saw with his own eyes, he would have almost thought it was someone else.

The other, a cautious, ruthless Demon Cult leader with a completely different experience.