Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged opposite the gray-clothed old man, and only then did he look at the old man sitting in a dim corner, his face was a little dark, and his beard was half gray and white, but he was meticulously tied with a strip of black cloth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info's gaze is deep and quiet, even if he sits casually on the messy straw like this, he doesn't look shabby and depressed, but has a bit of a gentleman's demeanor, and he doesn't look like a madman at all.

"You're not from Tempus City. However, the old man looked at Tang Sanzang, and the first thing he said was not to answer his question.

"Mr. has good eyesight, poor monk Tang Sanzang, I don't know what to call Mr. Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, not nervous, nor defensive, looked at him and asked.

"Old man returns to Qianxie, listening to the little master's accent, it should be from the east, right?, what is the matter with the old man Qiu?" the old man glanced at Tang Sanzang deeply and asked softly.

"It turned out to be Mr. Gui, the little monk asked the old man Qiu about something, I don't know if Mr. told him where he was?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, and he still asked with a smile.

From this old man, he felt the breath of those old things in the Tang Dynasty, such as his cheap father and grandfather, who put on such a calm and light appearance on weekdays and saw through everything.

Of course, in fact, they are all pretended, this is the conclusion that Tang Sanzang and Li Simin have verified many times, and there are indeed ministers with excellent reasoning ability, but if you can really guess people's hearts, there are really few who can do it.

"Old man Qiu, it's not easy to see ......" Old man Gui shook his head, and just as he wanted to speak, a loud gong suddenly sounded outside.

"Open the door!" a loud voice came from outside, and two teams of dozens of guards entered the corridor and began to open the door.

"This is?" Tang Sanzang looked at the old man, a little puzzled.

"The biggest difference between an insane asylum and a prison prison is that you can go out for half an hour before dinner every day. The old man stood up in charge of the wall, glanced at the young man on the ground who shrunk his head and trembled, and didn't dare to look at Tang Sanzang, and walked towards the door, "You may be able to see Old Man Qiu later, but it's not easy to talk to him." ”

"Oh?" Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't reassure the two stupid fools with dull eyes, and he was a little puzzled by Gui Qianxie's words, but it was certain that Old Man Gui should know Old Man Qiu, and that was enough.

Tang Sanzang will enter the madhouse, just to ask Old Man Qiu what he said about the dream, the people in the Migration City will go crazy, maybe it has something to do with the five-color altar and the wordless holy tablet, and the things that Old Man Qiu dreamed about may have some useful information in it.

"Come out, stand in line at the door!" The lock on the door was quickly opened, and the two flying guards stood at the door and shouted loudly, watching Tang Sanzang and Gui Qianxie walk out of the door, and then went inside and dragged out the two guys with fearful faces.

The long corridor was already full of people, and after entering the madhouse, Tang Sanzang saw the bald and two brainless brothers, and after adding a young man who was forced to suffer and an old man who had obviously mixed in the officialdom, he didn't see a serious madman.

But this will finally see what a madhouse is, a fat man in front of him squatted on the ground, holding the thighs of a tall and thin old man, shaking a fat body, and pouting: "Mother, mother, I want to feed, the baby wants to feed......"

It doesn't matter if this becomes a baby, the old man's reaction made Tang San hide goosebumps, only to see him coquettishly ruffle his sparse long hair, and look at the fat baby on the ground with a disgusted expression, "Quickly let go of the old lady's skirt, Lao Tzu is not broken, where is the son!"

Tang Sanzang's eyelids kept jumping, his eyes looked away, and fell to the young man who put his hands up and down on his chest, pressed against the door frame, and looked around vigilantly, with that focused expression and tall posture, Tang Sanzang almost thought that he saw a special police officer with a gun standing in front of him.

Sure enough, the next moment, the young man turned around, neatly pulled the bolt of the gun, and snapped two shots at the flying guard who was walking towards him, and threw himself on the ground, one rolled and squatted on the ground, and turned around and snapped two shots.

Of course, the gun was made up by Tang Sanzang's brain, and the gunfire was matched by the young man himself, and Tang Sanzang saw some fame in this play, and the flying guard who came up with a short stick and pulled the young man back to reality obviously regarded this as a provocation.

After eating two sticks on his back, the young man suddenly looked like a frosted eggplant, leaning against the wall and bowing his head and no longer speaking.

Tang Sanzang glanced at his right hand, which had nothing in his hand but seemed to be spinning something, and saw that he was playing with a gun, and gave him a dagger or a shovel, maybe he could really kill a few flying guards.

Then Tang Sanzang found a young man in the crowd who was squatting at the feet of everyone, with his hands clenched in front of his chest, as if holding a heavy sword, his eyes scanned between his various thighs, and finally settled on a flying guard who was walking towards this side, his body was slightly arched, and when the flying guard walked in front of him, he suddenly jumped out, raised his hands high, and shouted in his mouth: "Demacia!"

However, the flying guard was obviously on guard, and kicked him in the chest with a single leg kick, and immediately hit the wall, rubbing his chest with a painful expression.

"It's really a veritable madhouse...... Tang Sanzang muttered softly, this is just an ordinary area, I don't know what those guys in the critical area will be like.

Driven by the guards, the madmen lined up to go out of the gate, and then in teams of ten guarded by one guard, they basked in the open space in front of the main hall and restricted their activities.

There is still a difference between a madman and a prisoner, after all, ordinary prisoners are not dozens of people who compete to dig pits with their bare hands under the leadership of one person, and the dusty scene shocked Tang Sanzang.

Glancing at the old man Gui who was sitting on the mound on the side, Tang Sanzang said softly: "Mr. Gui, I haven't finished my previous words, and I hope that Mr. will give me advice." ”

"It's out. Gui Qianxie looked in the direction of the door and whispered.

Tang Sanzang followed his gaze, four sword guards in front and back led a team of more than a dozen madmen to walk out, the leader was a young man in green clothes, about twenty years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, silver hair scattered behind his head, a knot tied with a black cloth strip in the middle, a pair of clear eyes were black and white, looking around with interest, not like a madman, more like a handsome scholar.

It's just that he is wearing shackles on his hands and feet, not only him, but the dozen or so people behind him are wearing shackles on their hands and feet, judging by the speed of their movements, these shackles should be quite heavy.

"Yo, there's a newcomer. The silver-haired young man quickly discovered Tang Sanzang, and his eyes lit up.

Tang Sanzang's gaze fell on the last old man of the group.