The bright moon sits on the ground

Town Kunlun,? Shou Yulou.

This statue hidden in the dark depths is called Baixuan.

The local residents spoke in a jerky and difficult language, as if they were chanting miracles. They said that this god is the door leading to the twelve towers of Qionglou, the executioner in shackles, and the flow of water. The whistling wind and the afterglow can even eclipse the moonlight - when Huang Sheng told the story, his brows were tightly frowned, as if thinking of their almost crazy expressions made him feel uncomfortable.

Nie Qiu secretly thought,? At the same time,? He is also the lord of Xuanputang, and Chang Jinyu was locked there.

What Tiandao tried his best to conceal, and what he did not hesitate to do ruthlessly for this reason, was the simple words "Xuanputang,? Baixuan".

The closer he was to the truth and the closer he was to the danger, Nie Qiu's heart sank instead.

It was a strange sense of peace, completely different from the previous resistance and fear, like a tired bird returning to its nest, a fish swimming thirsty for water, like touching the silence of the night, all the noise gradually faded away, A waterfall of moonlight fell into his hands.

Even if Fang Qisheng said that the truth he was chasing, the Baixuan Shenjun, was exactly the same as his appearance... Nie Qiu was only surprised for a moment, and then felt that this was expected and taken for granted. All the clues are strung together, and silently, Sanhuyue, Fairy Junyao, Kunlun, hexagrams, statues, all the gaps are filled in.

It is said that the expression of the god is always indifferent, and he regards everything in the world as dust, which is almost arrogant and contemptuous.

Before stepping into this remote village that was forgotten by everyone, Nie Qiu chewed Fang Qisheng and Huang Sheng's instructions carefully in his heart, smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt of his clothes, slowly took in a breath of cold air, and then slowly exhaled it , suppressed his smile, and the look on his face faded, then, he took off the Hanshuang around his waist, carefully hid it in a corner, and walked in.

When all the tranced and lazy eyes were attracted, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The child smiled and pulled the elder's cuff, saying, "The statue has come to life"; the gray-haired old man was silent, his drowsiness was swept away, and he showed an expression of ecstasy; the woman held a roll of freshly woven Good silk and satin, soft and smooth silk and satin fell from her hands, and stretched indigo scrolls were spread along the field ridge, but she didn't notice it, just stared at it blankly.

This scene fell in the eyes of Nie Qiu and others, but it seemed particularly strange.

Even the most ignorant children, even silent old men, even women in ecstasy, when they see the gods they have worshiped for generations standing in front of them alive, rather than surprised, they seem to have finally waited for what they should Things that happened.

Nie Qiu felt their gazes fixed on him, almost burning countless holes in him.

After the silence, the whispers grew wildly and spread like weeds, and soon spread throughout this small village.

The originally closed window lattice was half open, and pairs of eyes poked out. Only then did Nie Qiu realize that there were so many people here.

They didn't have congratulatory words, didn't use words for blessing, and didn't kneel down. Instead, they made a strange gesture in silence, pressing their right hand between their eyebrows and their left hand against their throat to show their respect. The middle-aged man in the lead He took a step forward and read out a sentence in a hoarse and deep voice, the tone was very strange, more like the sob of a beast whispering than the commonly used Mandarin.

Nie Qiu finished listening with a cold expression, flicked his long sleeves, and took the right to speak: "I heard that you built a statue."

Fortunately, Shenjun Baixuan has such a temperament, even if he doesn't understand what these people say, he can still turn a blind eye to them, put forward his request first, and take the situation into his own hands, so that the subsequent plans can be carried out smoothly.

The middle-aged man naturally did not dare to disobey, and even waved his hand with a hint of showing off, leading Nie Qiu to the cellar.

Nie Qiu specially followed what Fang Qisheng said, and chose to appear near the cellar in order to prevent too long contact with this group of people, and they will lose their words if they talk too much. Even if they don't look smart, they will easily reveal their secrets after a long time.

At this time, Fang Qisheng, who was hiding in the dark, squinted his eyes and glanced at Huang Sheng, to the effect of "what did they say".

"Shenjun, that antler mask...since the envoy gave it to us, we have kept it carefully until now."

Huang Sheng stumbled and repeated the words of the middle-aged man. Rather than explaining to Fang Qisheng, he seemed to be talking to himself. The more he spoke, the expression on his face became more dignified, and even a little panicked at the end His expression seemed to be in disbelief.

"Is the deer face they are talking about the mask in the hands of the gods? Are those absurd myths real?"

Fang Qisheng wanted to ask this question more than Huang Sheng did.The most troublesome thing is that he has too little knowledge, especially about these myths that have infiltrated all his experiences at some time, such as Kunlun, and Baixuan God Lord, he never believed in it, but now he is looking towards it with all his brains. He came here, and now you have to tell him directly that all myths are not simple "stories"?

There is also an extremely crucial piece of information: Who is that "messenger" and what role does he play?

Countless information filled his mind. Fang Qisheng calmed down, calmed down his emotions, and then threw away those weird clues that he couldn't understand for the time being. He only relied on pure intuition to think carefully, and the conclusion he reached was obvious.

That antler mask, no matter what it represented and what it would bring them, they had to get it.

He and Huang Sheng looked at each other, and unsurprisingly, they saw the same answer in each other's eyes.

They got up almost at the same time. Huang Sheng was probably still brooding and didn't want to walk side by side with Fang Qisheng, so he deliberately quickened his pace. Two black shadows like jackdaws passed by the fading sunset, one in front and one behind, and soon followed On the footsteps of the group of people.

The cellar is narrow, so not everyone went in, most of them were waiting outside, only the middle-aged man in the lead, and seven or eight people of different ages surrounded Nie Qiu in the middle and opened the door. The iron fence of the cellar.

The others suddenly opened their eyes wide in astonishment, looked at Nie Qiu, and quickly showed a clear look, without saying much.

The stagnant water in the tunnel has dried up, leaving only a thin layer of soil, with a moist dark color, perhaps the god does not like the water on his clothes, he has already noticed this, so he cast the fairy technique in advance, Let the stagnant water dry up, so that you can come and go freely.

At least this group of local villagers thought so, so they didn't say anything, just thought it was a normal thing.

In fact, Tang Zhuo did it—as for how to do it, that is another complicated story that is not too short.

In order to portray Nie Qiu as the lofty and impeccable god, Fang Qisheng and others took great pains.

When the statue finally came into view, Nie Qiu was still stunned for a moment.

Such a huge and holy statue was hidden in the dark and damp underground for a hundred years.

He looked at the face that was exactly the same as his own, feeling familiar yet strange, as if he was looking at a mirror, the mirror reflected was clearly himself, but it didn't look like himself, but another one, just like him very different people.

This is God Lord Baixuan, Nie Qiu thought, this is the answer to all the questions, it is the door, the lock, and the key.

If this is the beginning and the end of everything, then the other end of the door is the Kunlun hidden in the clouds.

Nie Qiu forced his eyes to move away from the statue, urged, and returned to the group of villagers who looked at him expectantly. He reached out and touched the finger of the statue that wanted to touch the stamen. It was the freezing temperature, telling him that it was carved out of stone and not real, so his last bit of nostalgia disappeared, and he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I didn't expect you to be able to do this." Shenjun said condescendingly, with rare approval in his tone, which was not obvious. His voice was still calm, but it was already able to excite devout believers .

Immediately, Shenjun touched the center of his eyebrows and asked: "I have been asleep for a long time, time flies, the world has changed, I have long forgotten what year it is today, I wonder if you still remember how long it has been since the last time Kunlun Cave was opened? "

The villagers looked at each other, gathered together, and fell into a brief discussion.

When Nie Qiu smelled the scent of cedar, he took a step back, and quietly hid half of his body behind the flowers. With a slight tilt of his shoulders, his back hit a warm place. Immediately afterwards, the person behind him The man pressed his palms on his back shoulders to stabilize his figure. As soon as the cedar scent faded, it was followed by the scent of sandalwood, as well as the inadvertent scent of incense.

Fang Qisheng didn't expect Nie Qiu's reaction to be so fast, and he leaned towards him subconsciously without hesitation.

"What's the matter?" The instigator didn't find it strange, lowered his voice, and spit out a few words from between his lips.

Fang Qisheng frowned, pulled himself away from the complicated emotions, stood in the blind corner of the villagers' sight, close to Nie Qiu's ear, and said softly: "Huang Sheng said, what they said at the beginning probably meant It's 'Shenjun, since the messenger gave us the antler mask, we have been carefully preserving it until now'... We must take that mask."

Nie Qiu responded, and seeing that everyone had finished the discussion, he took a step forward and distanced himself from Fang Qisheng again.

The leader of the Demon Cult blended into the shadows with a gloomy expression, inexplicably feeling that the temperature in his palm also went away and became icy cold.

"Shenjun." Huang Sheng was a few steps behind Nie Qiu, crossing his arms and slowly translating the villagers' answers, "Ten days have passed, and in 20 days, it will be the time for the next Kunlun Cave to open. To leave, take your mask with you."

On that deer face were engraved the words "Town Kunlun, Guard Yulou". From their words, we can know that, if nothing else, this dark antler mask is the so-called "key to unlock Kunlun", and Kunlun It opens once every full moon.

Huang Sheng recalled that ten days ago, there seemed to be some strange things that night, such as poultry riots, and every household closed the door tightly early. He happened to be unwell that day and had been resting, let alone stepped out of the door half a step. .

After listening to Nie Qiu, he felt that there was nowhere to go if he broke through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there, so he nodded naturally.

Seeing the villagers busy picking up pickaxes and digging open the altar, and the sound of rocks cracking could be heard endlessly, Nie Qiu was suddenly blessed, and finally understood what was wrong before.

Since this antler mask is the key to unlock Kunlun, if the mask is really here...

How did Chang Jinyu enter Kunlun in the first place?

With an exclamation, the place below suddenly became noisy, containing great fear.

They were so panicked that they almost lost their minds. Some even started to cry bitterly, swearing, scolding each other, and finally even turned into a vent of anger. .

Nie Qiu suppressed his surging emotions, dropped the statue, and walked towards the source of the noise.

Sure enough, there was nothing in the wooden box hidden at the bottom of the altar, only a shallow depression remained on the cushion.

That's where the deer noodles are, or rather, where the deer noodles were once.

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