The rebuilding of the Fenglin Academy, the designer is Dong Jinghou, the great high priest, in addition to prophesying the divine order, he is also proficient in yin and yang gossip and feng shui numerology.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the important place in the Fenglin Academy, and its internal structure is more complex and sophisticated, and its overall appearance structure is a gradually rising wooden leaning tower.

The surface is twelve-storey, but in fact it is an imaginary number, and its tall and magnificent appearance shows that it is unique and strange, compared with other low-rise houses with wood and stone structures in Fenglin Academy, the Zangjing Pavilion is a behemoth.

Today, there is an endless stream of young talents who come here to seek the classics, and they are allowed to enter only after holding the unique approval documents of the Mangshu Palace.

At the entrance of the Tibetan scripture building, everyone rushed in, the order was neat, the three brothers of 836 and the ghost Zhao, because it was a horse rush, came early, the ghost Zhao was operating a time-limited hourglass, just about to reverse the record, when he saw Fucang coming, he stopped and waved to Fucang and shouted!

"Boss, what, why are you here now?"

"Did you regret that all three of them went in?" Fukura saw that it was Akira, and quickened his pace.

"Hey, you, go back, go back to the line. Suddenly, someone next to Fukura reached out to stop him.

Fucang saw that there was indeed a queue behind him, and he just wanted to say hello to Ghost Zhao in the past, so he said sorry to the person who blocked him, but when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was his old enemy who spoke just now......

"Why is this guy here? Didn't he expel him from the Mangshu Academy? This Scripture Pavilion can only be qualified by the people of the Mangshu Academy, how could he be here?"

There were many people in line, and under the repeated urging of the staff, Ghost Zhao had already reversed the hourglass and put it in the position with his name written on it, and time waited for no one, and after turning around and signaling to Fukura, he went in with the lonely son almost at the same time.

Since there are indeed a lot of people, the entrance is divided into two passages to check in and pass separately, according to the past, except for the high-level exercises above the silver level, which need to light incense for a limited time, the following low-level exercises have no such restrictions, why is this happening, Ji Min has already explained very clearly.

This time, there was no incense for a limited time, but it was changed to an hourglass, which Fucang didn't care about at all, but this tiny detail will be a key link after the next step.

After Fujikura entered, he gradually discovered the mystery inside.

Just past the passage mouth, the front of the eye is divided into five channels, each channel, five different colors, yellow, green, blue, red, purple......

At intervals along each passage, a curtain of the same color hangs at intervals, with some words about the direction or name written on it.

"Which way should I go?" Fucang hesitated for a moment in front of the five passages, and Ju Ying had already come to his side.

"Brother Fukura, you are right to take that red road!"

Ju Ying put away her usual smile, her expression seemed focused and serious, and when she saw that Fucang still didn't move, she hurriedly urged.

"Brother Fukura, really, please believe me, the hourglass has been flipped over, and time waits for no one. After speaking, he didn't wait to support the warehouse, but he walked towards the green channel.

Seeing this, Fucang suddenly had no better way, so he listened to Ju Ying's words and headed towards the red channel.

It turned out to be a bamboo curtain, and just now in the distance, the words on the curtain became blurred, but now it is quite clear.

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. ”

Isn't this a two-line poem, but it's clearly not contemporary poetry, "My Fair Lady, Gentleman." "That's what poetry looks like now.

Fucang looked puzzled, and at this time, the voice of Fuxi in his arms came.

"Apprentice, this is a poem by the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi, last time in the secret realm of Fuxi, I lost a collection of Tang and Song poems brought from the future world, it seems that this poetry collection may have been checked by the guy Dong Jinghou. This Dong Jing is still a talent, and the yin and yang gossip I invented before has been well used in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. So you have to be careful. ”

"Tang and Song, Su Shi, what is this, a collection of poems in the future, look at these two poems and read catchy, yes, good poems, why did you tell me now when you lost the poetry collection, and also, where are the yin and yang gossip here, how can I be careful?"

Since Fucang entered this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he felt that this place was mysterious, and he was still wandering at the entrance for a long time, listening to Ji Min say, I have to pass through the first layer to the second floor, and there will be the exercises I need.

"You don't have to worry, you have to know how to observe carefully, analyze by yourself, you have to be able to see the way by yourself, it will be of great help to your future practice, just like the fun of guessing riddles, you care about the process of guessing, if I announce the riddle to you in advance, this game will not be fun. ”

Fu Xi's words seemed to be deliberately testing Fucang.

"Well, then don't remind me yet, I'll do it myself. ”

Fucang is competitive, and others' doubts about him often arouse his greater potential and fighting spirit.

Fu Xi stopped speaking at this point, and Fucang's expression became more focused, carefully observing the situation on the way, never letting go of any small objects and information.

Just now, along the winding road, there are a total of 9 turns, the first 4 to the left, the last 5 to the right, each turn is separated by a bamboo curtain, and the bamboo curtain is written on different verses.

"What does that mean? Each bend, a different verse. ”

Fukura's brain kept turning, and then he realized that he had arrived in a completely different place from before.

The ground was a red passage just now, but when you get here, it turns blue, and even the surrounding walls are blue, and the road surface has become much wider, and the ground and walls are cluttered with colorful fish, and of course, shrimp.

Yu'e City is actually quite close to the East China Sea, in addition to logging, some of the people here have also learned to go to the offshore sea to fish, most of the fish in the painting, most of them are fish in the East China Sea, the image is realistic, vivid.

In such a relatively spacious space that is open on all sides, five doors of different colors are opened in different directions, and there are still five shades of yellow, green, blue, red and purple.

There was also a hint from Ju Ying just now, and now there are five different choices, once again in front of Fucang, he walked to the five doors respectively, pushed them open and looked inside, it was dark inside, and he couldn't see the end clearly.

But Fukura found that there were five different smells in the five doors, and the feeling inside was not the same.

The air inside the red door was blazing with a pungent spicy smell;

Inside the green door was smoke billowing and choking;

The blue door is cool, and the air is wet and smooth;

The yellow door is faintly lit, as if beckoning from afar in the darkness;

The purple door, but under the feet is a piece of mud, and it is difficult to walk......

"How the hell should I decide, the hourglass won't stop waiting for me. Forget it, death is death, I'd better choose the yellow door. ”

Fukura finally made this decision, mainly due to the faint light of the fire in the dark part of the yellow door, which flickered in the distance, as if it was blinking.

"This should be a hint of the light, and there must be nothing wrong with that. ”

Guided by the faint light of the fire, Fukura groped his way forward, and in the darkness, Fukura felt that he was walking on a less obvious uphill road, the road was very narrow, and only one person could pass through, but it should be soon, and he could walk to the dim light.

"Uphill, uphill, just right, just now there should be a first-floor space behind you, and now it's uphill, it should be a second-floor space." ”

Fukura thought so, so he was overjoyed and secretly applauded the decision he had just made.

The lamp turned out to be a lantern, and the lantern hung on the wall, and at the end, it touched the high wall where the lantern was, but on the right side of the wall, there was an exit, and there was no door to this exit, because he was open in the opposite direction of the road, and the light was faint just now, and it turned out to be the light and shadow that came from this exit.

Walking along the exit in the opposite direction, Fukura came to a special space again, and the exit just now led him up into a strange space, he just climbed out of the exit, and when he looked up, there was a circular building above his head......

He was standing at the bottom of the huge round hole, and the round wall was full of murals of different painting styles!

"Why is this place so weird, oh my God! I just want to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find a book of exercises, why did you let me go to this labyrinthine ghost place, isn't this playing with me?"