The ball of light was shrinking little by little, and everything that had been suspended in it fell out and scattered to the ground.

Zhao Xiang was very panicked, at this time he was already able to touch the edge of the sphere, but no matter how he struggled, he just couldn't break the sphere, what was even more bizarre was that his foot kicked to the edge, the shoe penetrated out, and his foot stepped on the edge of the sphere, and he pushed it harder, and the ball deformed with his force. As soon as he retracted his feet, his shoes and socks fell off, and the sphere returned to a spherical shape.

The tank of transparent liquid was immediately full, and Lao Dao moved another large tank, moved the sphere to the empty tank, and quickly covered the front tank with a wooden cover.

The liquid continued to flow out, and the rat colony split into two groups, one group surrounding the old tank and the other group rushing to the new tank. Fortunately, there were no new rats joining the crypt, and two waves of rats were not enough to climb the walls of the tank nearly a man high.

Soon one cylinder was full again, and the sphere was moved to another. When the fourth vat was full, the liquid in the ball was also drained little by little, and Zhao Xiang, who was trapped in the ball, couldn't break through the invisible ball wall no matter how much he struggled. It was like a balloon deflated, and its qi ran out, but it tightly wrapped Zhao Xiang inside, seeped into his clothes, and finally wrapped tightly on his skin and disappeared.

When the ball wall merged into Zhao Xiang's body, he was no longer suspended in the air and fell.

The old Taoist was quick-eyed, and with a push, Zhao Xiang fell heavily on the ground outside the vat, and his whole body was covered with flesh and blood.

The earth dog was still struggling to bite, still biting a mouse and throwing it out, and a thick layer of corpses had accumulated on the ground around it.

After the old road was covered with a wooden cover, the earth dog quickly eliminated the remaining rats, and then fell to the ground and gasped.

Zhao Xiang, who was lying in the pile of rat corpses, couldn't get up, and he didn't even have a voice to shout, so he could only wait.

Lao Dao sealed the mouth of the cylinder with mud, and lit a circle of charcoal around it, and then turned around and lifted the weak Zhao Xiang out of the crypt.

The sky was clear outside the ancient temple, the old road carried water, put Zhao Xiang on the stone steps of the corridor, and the earth dog guarding him licked him from beginning to end, and the rough dog tongue licked it, and Zhao Xiang got goosebumps.

In pain, but unable to resist, Zhao Xiang could only close his eyes and pretend to enjoy it.

When Lao Dao poured the first scoop of cold water on his head, he jumped up and shouted naked: "Is there a mistake! Why don't you boil some hot water? ”

Lao Dao stood on the stone steps, smiling, his long beard caressing in the breeze, and his shabby Dao robe couldn't hide the Dao bone fairy wind.

Zhao Xiang was very unhappy when he fell from the air just now, but now he saw such a high-ranking image of this old man in the sun, and he was embarrassed: "That...... I'll just wash it myself......"

Lao Dao nodded, without saying a word, turned around and entered the main hall, and a black and shiny earth dog squatted in front of Zhao Xiang and stuck out his tongue. As soon as Zhao Xiang turned around, it stood up.

"Don't even think about it! You're right there and squatting for me! Zhao Xiang held a water scoop and threatened.

Tugou also thought it was boring to watch a big man take a bath, so he turned his head and went into the hall to find the old way.

It was hot, the sun was shining and there were no clouds. There was no sound in the courtyard except for the noisy chirping of cicadas and the sound of rushing water.

Standing under the sun and taking a cold shower is a very comfortable thing, not to mention that the sky is a little too blue, and being on the top of the mountain, it feels like standing on the Tibetan plateau, and Zhao Xiang almost sang a song.

After washing, he turned around and saw a neat stack of clothes on the stone steps, and the earth dog squatted on the side of the clothes and stuck out his tongue.

The clothes were the new casual clothes I bought in Wanda Plaza that day, but unfortunately I didn't buy panties.

The ancient temple is very old but magnificent, the pillars on the corridor are a little too thick, at least two meters in diameter, but the paint has long been gone, and the wood grain that has been coiled and burst is exposed in the air.

The roof is high, and there are a lot of weeds growing on the black tiles, and sparrows are infested with sparrows. The black wooden walls are covered with torn window paper. The three big Buddhas in the front of the main hall are not completely painted, and there is not even a tablecloth on the table, only a layer of hay and a quilt, which is obviously the bed of the old way.

The main hall is very large, supported by eight huge pillars, let alone four or five hundred square meters, but there is nothing else except the big Buddha, the offering table and a few rows of dustpans at the foot of the wall.

Zhao Xiang was very curious, this temple was not inferior to those tourist attractions he had been to, but no one had invested in developing it into a scenic spot, and what was even more amazing was that it actually lived there was a Taoist priest, and it seemed that he had lived there for some years.

Lao Dao crawled out from under the offering table, handed a few bloodstained shopping bags to Zhao Xiang, and asked stiffly in a strange tone, "Where are you going?" ”

Zhao Xiang took out his mobile phone in the bag, pressed it for a while, and asked with a lost face: "Dao Chief, where is this?" Why don't you even have a cell phone signal? ”

Lao Dao looked dazed, and didn't understand what he said. Zhao Xiang slowed down his voice and asked again, but Lao Dao was still at a loss: "Mobile phone? ”

Zhao Xiang shook his phone: "Yes, there is no signal." Even GPS is not in place. ”

Lao Dao shook his head.

Zhao Xiang asked again: "Then may I ask the chief, where is this?" In order for Lao Dao to understand, he slowed down his speech as much as possible.

"Longxi."

"Longxi? Haven't you heard of it, is it a city? In which province? ”

Lao Dao was silent for a long time before he said, "Here...... Not you...... The world you are from ...... Heaven comes. Because of the strange tone, I was afraid that Zhao Xiang would not understand, so he pointed to the sky.

Zhao Xiang then remembered that he was coerced by a meteorite and kept falling, but Lao Dao directly said that he was not from this world, but from the sky, did he really run to another world, a world that didn't know what a mobile phone was?

I felt faintly uneasy in my heart, according to what I saw now, this should still be on the original land, so this ancient temple and the old Taoist priest in front of me seemed to point to another possibility......

Zhao Xiang held his mobile phone and pointed to the screen: "Has the Taoist ever seen this?" ”

Lao Dao shook his head.

Zhao Xiang turned on the camera, took a picture of the black dog squatting on the ground, and showed the old Taoist priest the photo, and slid two fingers on the screen, and the photo became bigger and smaller.

Lao Dao turned his head sideways and looked at the back of the screen, and sweat was pouring down on his forehead.

Standing at the door of the main hall and looking to the opposite side, there is a mountain in the distance, and there is a temple hidden in the forest on the mountain, and you can clearly see a monk in the temple cleaning the steps.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Xiang finally asked the old Taoist: "Daoist, what year is this year?" ”

Lao Dao closed his eyes and sighed: "In the eleventh year of Chunxi, it has been fifty-seven years since Zhao Song moved south after the Jingkang Rebellion. ”