In this bustling crowd,

Fang Zheng thought he had heard it wrong at first, but when he turned his head to look around, he finally raised his hand and pointed at the tip of his nose,

"Me?"

At this time, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that there was a middle-aged Taoist priest in the Taoist temple next to him, and he was indeed nervously calling him.

The other party is an ordinary-looking Taoist priest, more than thirty years old, a little thin and thin, and his cheeks give people a feeling of no flesh.

And the street where he is at the moment is lined with Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and gods, and all kinds of temples and temples are towering, some are tall, some are majestic, and there are three thousand avenues, all of which are here.

At this time, in a Taoist temple next to Fang Zheng, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest who was waving nervously to Fang Zheng, signaling Fang Zheng to enter the Taoist temple.

But Fang Zheng obviously didn't know each other.

The people who can exist here are the people who fell in the blessed land back then.

Could it be that it is because of the relationship between the Taoist robe on his body, and the other party knows the Taoist robe on his body? Fang Fang was surprised.

I thought about it, but Fang Zheng still asked with a calm face: "Do you know me?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and motioned for Fang Zheng to come over first, Fang Zheng groaned in place, and then walked to the door of the Taoist temple.

Lingshan Taoist Temple.

There is a fast plaque hanging on the Taoist temple.

When Fang Zheng stood at the door, the middle-aged Taoist priest said with a nervous look on his face: "This junior brother, although you and I don't know each other, but since you and I are both Daomen and come from under the Sanqing Sage, I can't sit back and watch you die." ”

Fang Zheng suddenly realized that this was a famous passer-by, a Taoist priest, and seeing that he was wearing a Taoist robe, he mistakenly regarded him as a fellow disciple.

Others are fellow villagers who meet fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes.

It usually appears on the news and is beaten to tears.

And Fang Zheng met the same door, as for whether it was two tears in his eyes, it is impossible to know at present......

Fang Zheng asked quietly: "Send to death?" Brother Dao, can you tell me in detail?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest lowered his voice, as if he was deliberately avoiding being heard by the bustling crowd on the street, and while lowering his voice, he raised his finger covertly and pointed to the sky above his head: "Senior brother, didn't you notice that the sky is getting darker and darker?"

"Don't look at the daytime, these people are very normal, they are kind and kind to others, but at night, there is no way to see whether it is the human heart or the ghost in the heart, and at night, it is the real terrifying time. ”

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Hehe, kindness and kindness, how come I don't see it.

Can the face be kind and eat people on the street?

Others are still indifferent, with a accustomed expression?

However, Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, wasn't it almost dark.

Fang Zheng thought of what he had heard with the goats outside the blessed land, and there were some taboos in the blessed land, he thought about it on the spot, and then agreed to the invitation of the middle-aged Taoist priest and walked into this Lingshan Taoist temple.

I plan to take refuge in the Lingshan Taoist Temple for one night.

At this time, Fang Zheng also learned that because of too much time, the middle-aged Taoist priest had forgotten his name, and only asked Fang Zheng to call him Daoist Feng or Senior Brother.

Is Daoist Feng crazy?

After entering the Taoist temple, Fang Zheng found that the area of the Taoist temple is quite large, with all internal organs, such as the courtyard, the release pool, the patriarch's hall, the left hall, the right hall, and the apse.

The resting place, right in the apse.

Coming to a stone pavilion in the apse, Daochang Feng served a few plates of fruits, food, and tea hospitablely, entertaining Fangzheng, and making Fang Zheng not polite. However, Fang Zheng didn't dare to eat indiscriminately, who knew if these things were made by stone cockroaches and mice, maybe that steaming cup of fragrant tea or a cup of fresh horse urine......

No, I can't think about it anymore.

If I think about it any more, my stomach will twitch again.

Fang Zheng made a gesture of holding the teacup, and then put it down again, looking like he suddenly thought of something, and then asked Daoist Feng: "Brother Dao, such a big Taoist temple, is it only you who take care of it, Brother Dao?"

The acting is so natural.

At this time, Feng Daochang, who also sat down and took a sip of hot tea, replied with a smile: "When the junior brother is like me, when he has countless time, he will not feel that all this is incredible in front of him, maybe the junior brother will be more boring than me, practice, practice is useless, out of the blessed land, hopeless, idle all day long, always find something to do." ”

"Brick by brick here, day after day, slowly repaired, built and collapsed, collapsed and rebuilt, and so on day after day. ”

When he said this, Feng Daochang thought that the words in his words were wrong, and hurriedly apologized to Fang Zheng: "Senior brother, don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to curse you to death, junior brother." Although everyone who enters the blessed land always thinks that he is the luckiest person, he always thinks that he will only die others, but not himself. ”

The corners of Fangzheng's mouth twitched, you still don't explain.

The more you explain, the more panicked I get.

"I don't know how long my brother has been trapped here?" Fang Zheng hurriedly changed the subject.

"How long?" Feng Dao recalled.

"The last time the blessed land swallowed a person, it was said that it had been more than a hundred years since the Qing Dynasty perished. ”

Belch.

Fang Zheng sighed, and then calculated the time before and after, this cheap Daoist brother in front of him was probably trapped in the blessed land before the Qing Dynasty fell.

To say the least, it is one or two hundred years.

At this age, he can be his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather......

Thinking about it like this, Daoist Feng called him a junior brother, which was because he took advantage of the other party.

"Brother Dao, I can ask, why do those people outside think that eating people can get out of trouble?" Fang Zheng pondered for a while and asked cautiously.

Feng Daochang sneered: "Those are all crazy people, why should the junior brother pay attention to the crazy words of crazy people." ”

"I see that the junior brother wants to speak and stops, is the junior brother trying to ask me, have you also eaten those who were swallowed by the blessed land?"

Fang Zheng admitted calmly: "Senior brother is indeed my idea, not intentionally to speculate on Brother Dao." ”

Feng Daochang smiled freely: "It doesn't matter, you and I are originally from the same family and the same root, where can we be so different." ”

"I can answer my junior brother openly, I have never been with those crazy people outside, and I have eaten the 'wild ginseng' in the mouths of those crazy people. ”

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This one doesn't seem to have gone crazy with time.

Subsequently, Feng Daochang and Fang Zheng began to discuss their respective worlds and changes with each other.

Fang told Daoist Feng truthfully that the Qing Dynasty had indeed been destroyed for a hundred years.

And Fang Zheng also learned a lot of secrets about the city in front of him from Feng Daochang's mouth.

For example, this city is inhabited by night travelers and gods who have fallen in the past.

As for the night tour envoys, the strong ones who go up are not in the city.

Those people were all people with great magical powers, and they all went deeper to find a way out of the blessed land.

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