Stepping up hundreds of stone steps on the scale of a royal palace, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein entered the main hall and finally met the ruler of the place.

"Welcome." The other party spoke first.

The hoarse voice sounded like it belonged to the old man, but it was extraordinarily powerful, and it did not have the weakness of the old man at all. It is very consistent with the image of the "old man" leaning on the chair.

An elder with a white beard and purple robes was leaning to the ebony throne in a right-leaning position, his bony right hand holding his wrinkled cheek. raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a playful expression on his ravine-ravine face.

This person's complexion was lifeless cyan, and his face seemed to be covered with only a layer of skin and white bones, and he looked unusually thin, and his eyes had no whites, leaving only complete darkness.

In addition to this elder, there was a row of black-robed people holding ghost-headed broadswords on each side of the main hall, looking like cruel executioners, creating a strong sense of oppression.

It's a pity that the two who have just arrived will naturally not be affected in any way.

"Who are you?" Zhang Luo went straight to the point.

is different from the general "mastermind behind the scenes", the old man did not hide his identity, but simply said his real name: "Poor Dao is the seventy-third generation chief of Maoshan Dao Academy, Tuesday Xuan, Dao name Zhen Xuan." ”

"Ha, Brother Xuan, your name doesn't have the slightest fairy wind bones." Zhang Luo said sarcastically without mercy, and then suddenly remembered that when he chatted with a Taoist priest in the research society, the other party told him a story:

"You are the traitor of Maoshan Daoist Academy a hundred years ago?"

Hearing his straightforward questioning, the old man didn't get angry, but continued to talk and laugh with him, looking calm: "It's not that Poor Dao betrayed the Taoist Academy, it's just that it doesn't agree with the concept of the Taoist Academy, and the Poor Dao still respects the Maoshan Taoist Academy very much." ”

Seeing that the other party seemed to be about to start talking, Zhang Luo interrupted the other party very rudely: "I don't have much interest in your grievances and hatreds, but you should know who we are, right?" ”

-- As for the old grievances of the Maoshan Taoist Academy, it is enough to ask Li Wenchong if he has the opportunity to ask him in the future. At this time, Zhang Luo was more concerned about why the other party wanted to die by inviting himself and Frankenstein to this place.

"Of course." The old man immediately nodded: "Ms. Frankenstein of the Strange Talk Research Society, and Mr. Zhang Luo, the 'collector', have long admired their names. I invite you to come this time to discuss important matters with you, and my subordinates are offended by not knowing the reason, so please forgive me. ”

Although the other party's words sounded very sincere, Zhang Luo did not enter the rhythm of the other party, but asked angrily: "Before that, can you explain what the hell this place is?" ”

While speaking, the short-haired woman, who was weak, finally climbed up the steps out of breath and stood behind Zhang Luo, panting heavily.

As if he had expected Zhang Luo to ask this question, a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, and he said, "The conflict between the contemptible people and the Maoshan Taoist Academy is mainly focused on the issue of faith. With all due respect, the Maoshan Taoist Academy has long gone astray, and the god that the poor Taoist believes in is the real 'true god' who can put the Taoist Academy on the right path......"

"What do you believe in?" Zhang Luo frowned slightly.

It sounds like it's not Maoshan Daoyuan who has gone astray, but this old man who has gone crazy. But the old man had apparently been completely converted to the new faith, and his voice was full of piety:

"A hundred years ago, when Poor Dao went to Taiyue (Wudang Mountain) to practice, I met the real Dao Zun, and that Dao Zun instructed me, so that Poor Dao was enlightened, and finally got out of confusion and thoroughly understood the meaning of the Tao Te Ching."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhang Luo laughed: "Then can you explain: 'The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao; The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth; Famous, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always nothing, and I want to see its wonders; Often, I want to see it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same as the mysteries, the mysteries and the mysteries, and the doors of all the wonders. What does that mean exactly? ”

"Can you memorize the Tao Te Ching?" Frankenstein, who had been silent next to him, sent a message to Zhang Luo.

"Of course, the old man is familiar with all kinds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign ...... Information of interest. Zhang Luo smiled.

After Zhang Luo's question, the old man named "Tuesday Xuan" did not answer his question directly, but just smiled incomprehensibly, and then suddenly stood up, his movements were not at all like that of an old man in his last years:

"If you want to have an epiphany, let's talk to Poor Dao."

After speaking, the old man left his dark throne, turned and walked to the back of the main hall, and his figure soon disappeared into the dark shadows cast by the dome, leaving only a faint voice:

"Please come with the poor."

Hearing this, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein immediately stepped forward, and the short-haired woman who had not yet recovered quickly followed.

Striding into the darkness behind the main hall, Zhang Luo soon discovered that the reason why it was pitch black was not simply because of shadows, but the result of some kind of "object".

- The moment he stepped into the shadows, even Frankenstein stopped slightly, but Zhang Luo was not affected in any way, but there was a sudden inexplicable throbbing in his chest.

"It's ......"

Looking down at the shadows at his feet, Zhang Luo immediately found that the light on the main hall, as if cut off by something, was completely blocked out of the dividing line, and it was impossible to illuminate the dark shadows at all.

No, it wasn't an ordinary shadow, but a pure black mist that swallowed up the light around them, blurring one's vision.

Realizing this, before Zhang Luo could speak, the old man who left from Maoshan Daoyuan a hundred years ago had suddenly spoken:

"This is 'nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth', and the heaven and earth where we are located were created by Daozun."

The old man proudly puffed up his shriveled chest, and his radiant appearance matched his torn body, which had been used for a hundred and fifty years, and looked like a newly resurrected walking corpse.

“……”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein were stunned for a moment, and the short-haired woman behind them was still confused, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Poof......

Zhang Luo, whose face was flushed, endured for a moment and finally broke the silence in the black fog, and suddenly burst into laughter, unable to even speak clearly: "This is the ...... Your so-called ...... Daozun, you are simply ...... Are you kidding me...... I rely on hahahahaha! ”

"This is the true god that Poor Dao believes, and this god feeds on fear, which is why Poor Dao built this city. Use the 'fear' of the living and the dead to worship him. The old man narrowed his eyes, obviously a little unpleasant: "Mr. Zhang, do you have any opinions?" ”

It was not easy to stop laughing, Zhang Luo's cheeks twitched a few times, and he finally regained his normal speech ability.

And his next sentence made the old man's brows frown even tighter:

"It's you who are wrong, old man, this 'god' you believe in has nothing to do with Taoism." (To be continued.) )