In the distance, a huge ancient well was wrapped in bursts of mist, and the word reincarnation seemed to be vaguely written on it.

I suddenly guessed in my heart that this was the legendary hell, and that well was the reincarnation well in mythology.

Taoism does not talk about karma and longevity like Buddhism, but it also talks about reincarnation, but there is a big difference between the two.

Buddhism pays attention to the evil consequences of the past life, while the reincarnation of Taoism is illusory, practicing in the cycle of repeated self-cultivation, until distracting thoughts can be forever freed from reincarnation.

This feeling in front of me left a great shock in my heart, and even gave me a desire to be out of the world.

Xiao Yue, the fat man, and other people and even all kinds of experiences linger in their minds like karma, but if they don't choose to forget, how can they get out of reincarnation.

These fairy patterns flew out of the wall in front of me, and the outlined lines deepened little by little with the colorful colors.

I suddenly felt like something was staring at me behind me, and when I looked back, I saw a very familiar scene.

That's the snake mother without eyes.

Her body was covered with scale armor, and she was struggling in the cracks of the rocks in the mountains of Xiangxi at the moment, and although the flames soaked her, they couldn't hurt her in the slightest.

A miserable howl came from her mouth, and in an instant I was awakened like a big dream.

I woke up from the futon, and when I looked up, I saw that the Tai Chi pattern on the ceiling had not been turned at all.

The patterns on the walls of these paintings did not fly out in front of me, and all this in front of me seemed to be back to the way I was when I first came to the secret room.

It was as if they had just entered some kind of illusion, and each of the vivid idols was posing, but their eyes were staring straight at themselves.

I couldn't help but recall the shocking scene I saw in the underground snake tomb, where the walls were also carved with fairy murals.

But the gods had no eyes on their faces, and their bare faces looked particularly unnatural under the depiction of fairy mist.

There is even an indescribable weirdness.

I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat on my forehead with my hand, the feeling just now still echoed in my heart, and what touched me the most was the reincarnation well and the people struggling in the sea of fire.

"Do people really have reincarnation?"

At this point, I couldn't help but ask myself softly again.

The scenery around me was still the same, and just as I wanted to get up and leave the secret room, I suddenly felt that it was dark in front of me and I didn't know anything.

When I woke up, I was lying on the floor of my room, and the next second the door was suddenly pushed open, and I was instantly shocked into a cold sweat.

Only then did I remember that I was still in Daochang Li's secret room before I fell unconscious, and it would be difficult to tell if someone else found out.

I didn't expect the group of people from the Taoist temple to return the next day so quickly.

But when the door was pushed open, a boy who looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Taoist boy walked in, which made my thoughts even more confused.

I struggled to sober up for a few minutes before I realized that I was lying in my room at the moment, and Daoist Li and his disciples had not rushed back.

It turned out that the little Taoist priest in front of him walked into the door in order to find me to eat and fast together, and before leaving, the master had explained that he would leave two Taoist children to guard the door.

The little boy in front of him was clearly one of them.

Seeing this, I hurriedly bent down to give a salute, then washed my face with water in the house, and followed the figure of the little boy to the cafeteria in the Taoist temple.

The canteen of the Huang Ciguan is not too particular, and it can even be said that it is like an industrial canteen, where people eat on plates and serve rice, and after eating, they have to take turns to keep people to clean up.

Now there are only two little Taoist children left in the empty Taoist temple, and they have an indescribable discomfort sitting on the cold stool.

I kept thinking back to the night search room last night, and I just felt like I got up from the futon and my head sank and I couldn't remember anything.

Why did he wake up this morning and go back to his room as if nothing had happened?

The child in front of me was wearing a gray robe, and his eyebrows were a little delicate, and I looked at the steamed buns, gruel, pickles, and eggs on the plate.

I don't know if this breakfast was made by Xiaodao himself, or if it was left over from before.

I gradually felt a little hungry, so I simply picked up the steamed bun and chewed it unceremoniously.

I was eating and suddenly felt a little weird, that is, there were only two of us in the cafeteria at this time, and where did the other Taoist boy who was left behind.

I looked at the little Taoist priest in front of me, and for a moment I realized that these children were all unworldly Taoist disciples.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, there is even a bit of virginity in his eyes.

"I remember that there should be another Dao Master, why did I only see you today?"

I became more and more suspicious, and with the experience of yesterday's experience in the secret room, any potential detail made me feel a little uneasy in my heart.

The little Taoist priest in front of him first put down the dishes and chopsticks, and then scratched his head, as if to signal that he himself felt a little strange.

I couldn't swallow the pickles I put in my mouth and chewed, and I always felt that something was not quite right.

Unexpectedly, just as I wanted to get up, the desktop in front of me suddenly changed, accompanied by bursts of light, and began to distort a little.

The scene was a little blurry, and it wasn't until a short moment later that I realized I must have been poisoned.

The scenery became more and more hazy, until he lost consciousness again, and at the last second before he fell unconscious, he only saw the little Taoist priest in front of him looking a little panicked.

He hurriedly ran over to help himself who was about to fall to the ground, but I vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a black shadow swinging back and forth behind him.

Since I was almost semi-unconscious at this point, I didn't know if it was a hallucination or if there was actually a figure behind him.

The medicinal properties that volatilized in my body made me fall asleep again, and this is the first time I have been unconscious, but this time it was not because of injury, but because I was poisoned.

Until I woke up, I was actually on the Sanqing Palace.

This majestic Taoist temple hall is filled with Taoist statues and paintings, and the statues of Lao Tzu and the Primordial Tianzun and the Lingbao Tianzun are lifelike.

Looking at him on the empty hall even made me feel a little afraid to look up, for fear that the three stone statues of Daozun would come to life.

"Boom."

Suddenly, there was a noise behind me, and I turned my head to look at my body that had just passed the anesthetia.

Unexpectedly, after beating himself just after waking up, the door of the Sanqing Palace behind him was quietly closed.

There was no one in the hall, and no matter how much I shouted, there was no response.

And his body was even more powerless, and he was a little helpless in the face of the temple door that was locked from the outside.

The sky is getting darker, and I don't know who this mysterious person who poisoned himself and imprisoned me in the Sanqing Hall is.

Could it be the little boy who cooks?

A trace of doubt arose in my mind, as if only those two Dao boys were the most suspicious at this time.

Although the upper body does not exert strength, it does not prevent the legs from walking on the ground.

Seeing that the night outside the temple gate was approaching, the air in the hall was vaguely a little humid, and this season was the rainy season.

When I came to Shaanxi, I didn't know how many times I was watered by the torrential rain on the road.

I don't know what this mysterious man is trying to do, so he waits for time to wait until night falls before he attacks me.