Ye Ling grabbed Zhang Yao's hand and followed the old monk around behind the Buddha statue. Behind the somewhat mottled golden body is a small space, just like the blue brick floor and vermilion lacquer wall in the front hall. There was a wooden door on the wall, I don't know what kind of wood it was made of, but it was clearly very old.

The old monk stood in front of the door, paused for a moment, and then slowly stretched out his hand to push open the wooden door.

There was no expected dust falling, and no old doorshaft creaking. The wooden door is as common as the most ordinary, often attended by people to take care of the wooden furniture, such as the sandalwood fish tank in the front hall.

Yes, it's that fish tank, this wooden door gives people the same feeling as that fish tank! Ye Ling suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if he should be harmonious, and the cold little hands in his palms seemed to be trembling slightly.

In the midst of his thoughts, not much time passed, and the carved wooden door slowly opened with an eerie quiet, revealing the deep bluestone corridor behind the door.

"I can only take you here. The old monk slowly opened his mouth again, his voice was still vicissitudes and calm, but it seemed to hide some uneasiness and guilt.

Finally, after he saw a touch of terror in Ye Ling's eyes, he made a decision and took off a string of prayer beads from his left wrist: "This string of Buddhist beads has been cultivated in the temple for many years, and it has some Buddha nature, maybe it will be useful, you can take it." ”

Ye Ling gritted his teeth, took the Buddha beads, and pulled Zhang Yao silently into the Yongdao.

Entering the corridor, as if it is another cave, the corridor is not as imagined as the five fingers can not be seen, but very bright, an indescribable soft light will illuminate the bluestone corridor, but in any case can not find the light source.

With an inexplicable glimmer of light, the two of them walked down the stairs, and the wooden door behind them closed silently, as if it had never been opened.

At the end of the bluestone corridor is another wooden door, which is the same as the previous one, quaint and quiet. Behind the door is a verdant green, so quiet and beautiful.

Ye Ling and Zhang Yao also held hands, standing in the green shadow, their hearts fluttering slightly. The two were silent, immersed in the beauty of this moment, and the world seemed to want to disturb them, and the surrounding was quiet as if there were only two of them left in the world.

In the dense forest without hustle and bustle, the world is easy.

If only it could be like this all the time.

It's quiet, yes, it's so quiet!

Ye Ling woke up suddenly, shaking Zhang Yao's hand to pull her back to reality. It was only then that they discovered the strangeness that lurked beneath the beauty around them. The woods were so quiet, there were no insects, no birds, not even the rustle of the wind blowing the leaves, as if there was no other life in the woods.

These greens, intensely black, are like the color of death. But how can it be green? The tree species in the forest is obviously maple, and at this time it is already autumn, the cold wind is bleak, and the maple leaves must be either red or yellow, how can it be so pure.

Thinking about it all the more, it makes me feel more and more terrible, there are no squirrels, no birds, not even ants on the roots of this wood, this is a real forest of death!

Ye Ling finally understood what kind of danger they were in just now, they were almost lost, lost in a dream woven by green and death, trapped in the hidden verdant killing intent

Zhang Yao was a little nervous and trembling, she didn't observe as carefully as Ye Ling, but she felt an indescribable weirdness and uneasiness, so she wanted to escape, so she tugged Ye Ling's hand and motioned for him to go back quickly.

Almost at the same time, he also turned around, he also wanted to escape, after seeing the previous strangeness, the fear in his heart had spread to a rather terrifying level, he had a kind of intuition that the so-called magic weapon on his wrist could not protect them.

But the moment they turned to push the door, the two froze at the same time, because there was no carved wooden door behind them, and there was no bluestone road, only a loess path that stretched somewhere.

At this time, Zhang Yao remembered that in the dream, the two of them held hands and walked a long way, it turned out that they had really walked a long way, and they were lost.

In ancient times, Han Shin fought against the odds to win, because those who lost their way out would be inspired to the greatest extent in courage and strength. At this time, Ye Ling and they are like this, they have lost their way out, so they can gradually cool down and try to face it.

In fact, it is not that there is no way out, there is still a road on the ground, a way forward.

"The road is made by people", this is not a sour word said by a third-rate philosopher, but a certain truth that exists in the world, but obviously this place does not belong to the "world", because too many truths have been subverted here, so how can there be a neat path in this kind of uninhabited place and did not attract their attention, they only know that if they don't want to be trapped in this maple forest from now on, they must follow the road.

I have to say that the "road" can always bring people a sense of security, and make people temporarily not think about whether the end of the road is the door to return to the world, or the mouth of the giant beast that devours hell.

In fact, the end of the road is not the door back to the world, nor the mouth of the giant beast, but an ordinary thatched hut, and outside the house is an ordinary hedge, and the hedge is covered with ordinary green vines.

But in such a worldly place, all ordinary things cannot be ordinary, the countless fences are as tall as swords, which seem to form a complex pattern together, and the green vines are like indestructible chains, passing through the eternal time, locking a certain meaning, trapping a certain soul.

But obviously Ye Ling and Zhang Yao are just ordinary people, they can't see the meaning contained in the green vines of Fan Li, they just vaguely feel that there are naturally people in the courtyard, and if there are people, it will probably be safe.

Moreover, there is a faint premonition that they can find the answers they are looking for here.

So they came in uninvited.

The small courtyard is not large, except for the thatched house, there are only a few nurseries of three or four square meters, planted with unknown vegetables and a few shrub-like plants.

There are still water droplets hanging on the leaves, I don't know if the cold dew has not gone in the morning or someone has just watered it.

Knocked twice on the firewood of the grass house, but there was no answer for a long time, so the two pushed the door and entered.

There was no one in the house, and the decoration was very simple, or rather simple, so simple that it could no longer be called decoration. There is only one bed, a wooden table, a bookcase, two wooden chairs next to the table, the bookcase is by the window, and there is a Han Bafang hanging on the wall next to the desk. That's all there is to the house.

When I entered the house, I suddenly smelled a fragrance of tea, fresh and awake, and looked carefully, and found that there was a set of exquisite white porcelain tea sets on the table - three teacups and a teapot. The tea in the pot is still hot, steaming white, mixed with the fragrance of tea.

"Longjing before the rain, don't you sit down and taste it?" An old voice came from the doorway, and there was no one there before.

Ye Zhang and the others looked back, and an old man was standing at the door, leaning over and carrying a hoe.