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I don't really understand why the Venerable Master has such a hobby.

She suppressed the doubts in her heart and looked carefully at the carvings.

The black round hole is carved around it like a tangled branch.

The first carving turned out to be a small jar the size of a palm, with a small cricket lying in the jar, and one wing stretched out, but it was mutilated, as if it was injured.

This kind of jar is very familiar.

She has been in the capital, fighting cocks, walking dogs, walking birds, raising crickets, these are the four things that all the children of Daxia who do not learn and have no skills must be proficient in.

I often walk around the street, and when I arrive at a slightly more prosperous teahouse alley, I can see these people walking around with cricket jars.

With a thought in her mind, she looked down.

The stone carving is rather obscure, and the second one shows another cricket being put into a jar, confronting the one with the injured wing, and then fighting together.

The wounded cricket retreated one after another, and was thrown over by the tall black general, facing the sky on its back, trying to turn over, but was immediately suppressed by the fierce opponent.

Fight after fight, fall again and again......

The stone carving is still a cricket jar, but on a carving at the back, the "Black General" disappears, leaving only a lonely, defeated cricket.

It couldn't retract its wounded wings, and only cowered in the corner of the jar, and a beam of light fell diagonally above it, right in front of it.

It's a very bizarre carving.

The carver carefully divides the light and shadow with an ink pen, and the light falls, in front of the little cricket, but it never covers it.

So, the little cricket has been in the shadows.

At that moment, I couldn't contain a feeling in my heart-

It's looking out of the jar!

A world that belongs to it!

As if to confirm her conjecture, the last painting finally appeared.

The wounded wings trembled and lifted, and the little cricket staggered and staggered, and flew up at once, to the narrow and cramped mouth of the jar, to the light of the sky shining in outside, and to the vast world that originally belonged to it......

Plop, plop, plop.

It was the sound of a sad heartbeat.

The last carving is frozen in such a picture of flapping wings, although the background is still such a small jar, but the artistic conception is instantly broadened.

I don't know if the carving man's carving knife has a magical power, and I feel a kind of excitement when I see it.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, and his fingertips stroked over the rough stone.

The fine stone chips fell off a little, and the dust rustled down, alarming the place in the round hole.

"Chirp ......"

Two slight chirps.

For a moment, I remembered the summer night, the night moon, the grass, the wet grass roots, the crickets hidden in the grass, lying on the ground.

"Hum. ”

A faint blue light, like a drop of water falling on the surface of the lake, opened a blue ripple.

Seeing that the black round hole in front of him that could not be penetrated by his eyes suddenly became as bright as a mirror.

It was a light blue curtain of light, as transparent as glass.

As early as the moment the blue light appeared, he had already taken two steps back directly, and his body was tense.

However, there were no visions or attacks.

Yes, but it was a round hole that suddenly became clear.

"Crickets?"

Through this transparent light curtain, at the moment of existence after seeing the light curtain, I felt a feeling of "it was really so" in my heart.

It was a cricket lying in the depths of the round hole, and it looked like the cricket in the carving.

It's just that......

Seeing sorrow, she suddenly twisted her eyebrows, even through this layer of light curtain, she could feel that weak old state.

It wasn't a cricket that could fight its kind for 300 rounds, and it was even difficult to flap its wings and fly again when it was injured.

It just lay there, no different from a stone growing on a high stone wall, no different from a handful of loess scattered on the ground, no different from a lifeless corpse.

It's an old cricket, a weak old cricket.

"Chirp ......"

Even the voice is a little sluggish, old, like pulling a bellows.

"Who are you?"

The two whiskers on its head moved, and it let out an old question.

Seeing sorrow was slightly surprised, guessing that it was the same as the red butterfly he had seen in his hesitation before, so his attitude was a little respectful: "I am ......"

But she had just spoken two words, and before she could identify herself, the cricket interrupted her as if she hadn't heard it at all.

"Is the master coming to pick us up?"

“……”

Master?

Referring to the Venerable Master of Silence?

Seeing that he couldn't understand the meaning of this for a while, he hesitated for a moment, and still replied: "The seniors misunderstood, the juniors are from the Yashan Mountains in the Middle Regions, and they hope to enter the hidden realm to obtain things related to the "Nine Curved River Map......"

It was a long, long time ago, even nearly a thousand years ago, when the Venerable Master ascended.

The carvings around the round cave must have been left by the Venerable Master before he ascended, and this cricket looked inconspicuous and exuded a weak breath, but it was a real "thousand-year-old monster".

Therefore, it makes sense to call yourself a "junior" to this cricket.

"Chirp ......"

A few more screams of unknown meaning were heard.

When the old cricket heard the sad words, he didn't make a sound for a long time, so he turned his head, turned his back, and staggered towards the cave, but said: "The matter of the hidden world, the old man is not clear, you go and ask others." ”

There was a long sigh in his voice.

I was stunned.

I don't know?

Ask someone else?

Which one else?

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask this cricket senior to ask clearly, even if she didn't know about the hidden world, it should be okay to point out the right path in the maze, right?

Unexpectedly, the cricket turned around and walked inside for a while, and before he could make a sound, the light curtain that spread like ripples dimmed down.

The entire entrance to the cave suddenly returned to a black state.

Seeing Chou stretched out her hand to touch the darkness, but the tentacles were hard stone, as if the black hole in front of her that was inhabited by crickets was just an illusion she saw in front of her.

"Interesting ......"

The hidden realm of the mighty monk is still wonderful in the end.

This is not something that can be done with a trick.

Seeing that she thought about it secretly, she looked back again, and saw that there were still many stone caves on the four high walls that surrounded her.

She immediately understood what the cricket was saying.

In the labyrinth array, there are still many "spirit beasts" like crickets.

It's just that she never understood what the first thing the cricket asked when she saw her meant it.

Just now I saw the carving and had a few sentences of communication with the cricket, and time passed a little.

Although she was the first to enter the labyrinth formation and held the Dao seal, she didn't dare to drag it out, if there was any change outside, and the people from the Shanyin Sect and Xie Buchen came in together, she couldn't eat and walked around.

Therefore, the doubts in my mind are just fleeting, and they remain in the bottom of my heart, but I don't take time to think deeply for the time being.

Without hesitation, she walked towards the entrance of another cave, and at the same time slapped the spirit beast bag and summoned the little mink out.

The little mink who saw the light of day again became excited again: "Woo woo!"

Master, you think of this mink again, so happy!

Seeing the sorrow smiled slightly, when she turned her head sideways, she only saw a gray shadow flashing, the little mink was slippery, it was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and it jumped onto her shoulder, and she was still holding the Dijiang bone jade who had opened her eyes at some point.

When it looked at it, it looked at it too.

Two ink-painted eyes, one big and one small, with a small mouth deflated, looking lazy when they just woke up.

However, after seeing the sorrow, the two eyes blinked, and they narrowed, grinning, like a silly child, and showed a "simple" smile towards the sorrow.

“……”

This kid can't be stupid by a mink, right?

Seeing that his fingers lightly touched his chin, his heart twitched for a long time.

The mink has an unknown origin, a bad body, and a natural hooligan habit.

Although the bone jade has been refined for a long time, it was tossed by the wisp of Dijiang's remnant soul before, and it was not until he followed himself that he opened his mind with a finishing touch, it was like a blank piece of paper, and he still had to take the time to educate him well, what if he was damaged by the mink?

And......

It's not the most troublesome thing if the belt is broken.

What I am most afraid of is that this baby is stupid by the mink.

"Alas......"

A long sigh.

Seeing that he was worried, he reached out and touched the smiling Gu Yu, and walked to the front of the next cave with some worry.

Only this time, there was no cover in front of the cave entrance, and at a glance, you could see the things in the not very wide cave.

A skeleton of Bai Sensen.

The thin bones are a grayish color, as if they can be poked down with a touch of a finger.

Standing on his feet closest to the entrance of the cave, his neck raised, his small head seemed to be looking out of the cave, a small bird.

Before it died, it seemed to be standing at the mouth of the cave, looking out at the outside, expecting someone to come.

A watchful gesture.

Somehow, although the skeleton of this bird is small, it can see a shock in its heart, and it gives birth to an indescribable sense of sadness: what is it waiting for?

The sentence that Fang Cai Cricket asked instantly appeared in his mind, and the red butterfly's beautiful and lonely eyes appeared......

Seems to understand something.

A vague conjecture emerged.

The little mink, who was squatting on the shoulder of the sorrow, glanced at the skeleton of the bird, shook her furry head a little uneasily, and gently swept the neck of the sorrowful with her tail, as if urging her to hurry to the next cave.

Seeing that he seemed to sense its uneasiness, he stretched out his hand and stroked the top of its head, and then continued to walk down.

The walls are high on all sides, and there are many intricate passages leading to the entire vast labyrinth.

Seeing sorrow did not choose which passage, but walked to the next cave, and then the next cave......

The third cave is empty.

The skeleton in the fourth cave had already been scattered, and it seemed that it had been a long time, and I could only vaguely distinguish that it was a tanuki.

In the fifth cave is a dried frog, but still somewhat "fresh......

There are many caves, and each cave seems to have a spirit beast in it.

It's just that, except for the cricket in the first cave, most of the other spirit beasts in the cave have been dead for a long time.

Around each cave, there are carved pictures related to the spirit animals that inhabit the caves.

Some are just birds and beasts in the mortal world, and some are powerful monsters in the vicious and sinister land, whether it is form or origin, there is rarely overlap.

The only thing that is the same is perhaps the feeling.

Just like a defeated cricket unwilling to wait in the cricket jar to be thrown out, desperately trying to shake its injured wings, fly out of that narrow sky, and return to the vast world, the rest of the spirit beasts all have similar experiences.

Tanuki survives with the herd, encounters natural predators, chooses to protect their companions, and sends themselves into the mouth of the tiger.

The lark was hatched by the lark on an old tree, and when he was young, he always took advantage of the shade of the old tree to see the sunlight through its cracks.

When it was able to fly, it flew away, and it returned with fine grass and wild flowers, but the old tree lost its vitality due to lack of water.

After retracting his wings, the small lark lowered his little head, put the fine grass and wildflowers under the trunk of the old tree, and stood quietly......

Each carving will bring some strange feelings.

She guessed that the reason why the Venerable Master accepted them as spirit beasts was because she had seen them, which had really happened and touched people's hearts.

At the turn of antiquity and antiquity, the monk who killed the most?

When I saw sorrow, I suddenly felt that it was not necessarily.

She walked down cave by cave, never seeing anything alive.

Until, the tenth cave.

The illusory, impenetrable darkness that I had seen in the cricket cave before reappeared.

"Who are you?!"

Seeing the sorrowful footsteps, as soon as he approached three feet of this cave, there was a milky sound from inside!

I didn't expect that.

I couldn't help but be startled when I saw the sorrow, and quickly stopped, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

"Boom la la ......"

There seemed to be the sound of pages turning around, with a bit of urgency.

Then there was a "squirping" sound, and something seemed to be crawling rapidly.

A little pink light actually lit up above that illusory black, quickly dispelling the darkness and lighting up a pink-white light curtain.

So, I saw it clearly.

This time the cave was quite large, with several thick piles of books stacked on three sides.

There was also a book in the middle, but it was spread out on both sides, and the inky black inscription was so mutilated that it looked like it had been eaten by something.

"Who are you!"

The milky voice has an indescribable sense of comical when he calls himself "Benjun".

I heard this voice, but I didn't see any spirit animals.

"Twitte!

The mink on her shoulder rolled its eyes, and the paw lifted up and pointed at the crack of the open book, and almost leaned back, and let out a sarcastic laugh.

Through its finger, I looked at it when I was worried.

It turned out that she didn't see anyone, but this time the master was too small, just a small black beetle the size of a grain of rice, quite cute and cute, but there was a layer of tender pink and white light around her body.

It turned out to be a silverfish!

Looking at the traces of the book being gnawed into a mess, I sighed in my heart when I saw it: O book beetle!

"Speak!"

The little beetle roared again.

Not to mention, such a needle-tip rice grain is the big one, and when it roars people, it is still full of anger.

Seeing that he was happy, he coughed, and replied seriously: "I'm sorry, I'm a monk in the Middle Domain, and I came to the hidden realm to find the secret of the "Nine Curved River Map", and I came to the hidden realm ......."

"Didn't your master send us to take us to the Upper Realm?"

Still didn't wait for Jianchou to finish speaking, the little bookworm actually interrupted Jianchou and asked in disappointment.

Upper bound?

The idea in my head finally came true.

The intricate thoughts were all mixed together for a while, so that Jianchou looked at the little book beetle, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

The sun rises, and the chickens and dogs ascend to the sky.

The monk could have taken away the spirit beasts when he ascended, but now there are still so many spirit beasts left here in this hidden realm, and every living spirit beast has to ask such a sentence, which shows that it is not as simple as not taking them away when the Venerable Master ascends.

Seeing that his brows were furrowed, he looked at the little book beetle drooping, and the pink-white light on his body suddenly turned pink-gray, and he seemed to be in a very low mood.

After all, she still said truthfully: "No." But the same question, the cricket predecessor I saw in another cave, Ye Zeng......"

"Old cricket?"

When the little beetle heard the name of Jianchou, it seemed to recognize it.

It popped out of the crack of the book, and slowly slid back into the crack of the book along the spread line, opened its mouth to nibble at a large word on the book, and bit a mouthful of confetti, but the word was only a small dot missing.

"Hmph, the master doesn't talk much, he said that he would take me to eat the books of the upper realm, and now he will forget about us when he goes to the upper realm! He doesn't even want the hidden realm! It's too bad! Talking doesn't count! Just leave everyone here to suffer ......"

Oops, yes, I'm angry!

The little beetle gnawed on the book in one bite and spit out twice.

On the black body, the pink-gray light dimmed a little more.

Seeing sorrow and looking at the six eyes of Xiao Mink and Gu Yu, they all felt a little wonderful.

This little bookworm is full of complaints, but it is still full of energy, not the same as the old cricket.

After complaining to himself for a long time, the little beetle saw the sorrow as soon as he twisted his buttocks, and asked angrily: "You didn't come to pick us up, why didn't you leave?"

“……”

I'm here to ask for directions!

Seeing that he had a headache for a while, he thought about it and said: "This is a maze array, there are many roads, and if you are not careful, you will get lost, so ......"

"Hmph, you want to ask for directions?"

The little beetle lay on a big "Dao" character, burped, and asked.

Seeing sorrow, he nodded.

She thought that the spirit beast in this hidden world was quite dislike outsiders, but she didn't expect that this little book beetle would be ecstatic after seeing her nod.

The pink gray that had been darkened turned into a bright pink and white again.

"Great! Finally someone came to ask me!"

The little book beetle waved a few feet together, and quickly climbed from one end of the book to the other, muttering in his mouth: "You ordinary man, wait, such a trivial matter is wrapped in Benjun, Benjun will flip through the book to help you take a look!"

"Boom la la ......"

He lifted up one of his thin feet, and with just one point, the book that had been gnawed away for a long time turned over automatically, and finally stopped on a certain page.

The little beetle exclaimed in surprise: "Found it!"

I didn't expect to see it.

This little book beetle speaks milky, and its wisdom should not be very high, which seems to be in line with the image of the "book beetle" that the world says, but there is an indescribable spirituality.

Seeing that the other party was willing to help, and found the page so quickly, I was also a little surprised to see that I was sad.

Could it be that the method of cracking this labyrinth, the road to the platform where the second Dao seal is located, is actually in the pages of this book?

The little beetle climbed to the top of the page, shook his head and read: "Kun is sixteen to the left, thirty-six steps to the west, and the detour is right...... Positive ......"

Before I was halfway through the reading, the little beetle suddenly got stuck, and it didn't come out for a long time.

Seeing sorrow, he asked, "What is it?"

What's going on?

The little beetle seemed to stiffen, and the circle of pink light around the black little body also shrank a little, and the milky voice trembled.

"No, no, no ......"

"Gone?!"

I just read the exchange, and the ironclad is not over yet!

I was very surprised to see it.

The little beetle said weakly: "The back, the back were eaten by me, and I ate ......."