One after another's heads were stacked on top of each other, and the former boss said, "Don't fiddle with your dead head," that's what he said.

The heads, like books, sit on the shelves.

There is no network, no water and electricity, inside the small broken Taoist temple, open, it is another scene.

There are two "people" here.

Nor can it be said that there are two "people".

They look like they were renovating, and the oilman mixed the paint into the latex paint cylinder.

A very strange sticky feeling.

Modulated into a "humanoid".

Behind them, there is a vast and boundless "plain".

It's just that the depths of the "plain" are all black strange colors.

The ground is also rough sand.

It seems to be on the Gobi Desert, and there seems to be a stone mountain in the distance, but you can't really see it.

Like a clumsy sticker, Mr. Xun walked in from outside the door, as if he had seen these people for the first time, he smiled and said, "Sure enough, it doesn't look like a son of man."

It's just filth. ”

Before these sticky monsters could make a move, Teacher Xun had already moved!

Raise your knife and slash!

Thoughts are like waves.

Two watchdogs only!

Teacher Xun easily killed these two monsters and walked into the wilderness inside this Taoist temple, and he didn't care about the wilderness here.

His ambitions are even greater.

The real horror is still inside!

"Most of the people have gone to Stone Mountain, it's just a bait over there, it's for Xiaolin, it's also for you, this is an obvious way to divert the tiger from the mountain, but unfortunately, you don't dare to bet, you should be prepared."

Teacher Xun muttered to himself.

He went into the wilderness.

Smelled a familiar smell.

It's a stale smell.

This should be something similar to an "ancient tomb".

But in fact, Mr. Xun is very clear.

This is the showroom.

It's also a hospital.

"Not so long ago, I was drinking tea with other people.

In fact, for me, becoming a 'historian' is not a bad thing.

It's a great thing for me to meet a lot of historical figures, but it's a pity that you don't allow that.

So when I was looking, I searched for it, and I don't believe that you have left no trace in history.

A little. ”

He walked slowly in the wilderness, and every footprint under his feet was clearly imprinted on the ground.

His mind, like radiation, radiated above the ground.

Beneath every step, there is a great deal of brilliance hidden in it.

Hooked together.

He said: "Not long ago, I was in BJ City, drinking with people, I was drinking, and the other party was drinking tea. ”

There is still no one talking here.

Teacher Xun said indifferently: "It's an old monk."

The location is at Keesu Temple.

I saw the mad monk.

Daoyan monk Yao Guangxiao.

He was wearing a black robe, and at that time, he was already the leader of Zen Buddhism in the world.

He told me that in his life, he had only one thought, and that was rebellion.

After King Yan added white, he was once complacent and felt that he had nothing to do.

It wasn't until later that he found out about your existence while reading Buddhist scriptures and biographies. ”

The surroundings began to get dark.

It was as if someone was covering the canopy.

Teacher Xun kept walking towards the sticker-like stone mountain, but "the mountain is not me", "I go to the mountain" is not good.

Teacher Xun seems to be unaware.

He still lowered his head and walked forward, he said: "You people, in the history is not satisfactory, especially after the Song Dynasty, become the three religions and nine streams of the system, completely suppressed your body, you find that with more and more of a system of scenes, and with the changes between heaven and earth, you are becoming more and more weak, except for the historians, no one can ignore the general trend between heaven and earth."

No one. ”

He showed a hint of a smile: "Especially in the Ming Dynasty, there is no threat from the Thirty-six Zhai in the Ming Dynasty, and the earlier 'nature' has been sealed.

The monks and Taoists were idle.

There are also famous Confucian scholars, and they don't notice some problems. ”

Speaking of this, Teacher Xun grinned, closed his eyes, and walked towards him.

"Daoyan monk Yao Guangxiao, he said, he killed a person, and your people, as trophies, although you were brought back later, but killed is killed, Daoyan monk at that time's status, Buddhism and dragon and tiger spirit, even if it is you, you can't be the enemy of fortune.

And he told me that since then, he has tried to find traces of you, but he has not been able to find them for a long time.

When I met him, he was very sick, but he didn't care, he didn't want to do anything to keep himself alive.

He said that although he didn't catch you again for the rest of his life, he found a lot of historical residues.

Those people are instigated by you, mastered by you, and played with by you.

At that time, he was very interested in these things, and the more he investigated them, the more interested he became, so when he met me, he took me to the monastery for tea.

In the end.

He went with me to the garden outside, and without saying a word, he spilled the tea from his teacup over the garden.

Gave me an answer. ”

Teacher Xun closed his eyes.

He looked like he was wandering aimlessly.

But he was getting closer to the mountain of stones.

This sticker-like mountain is finally about to arrive in front of Teacher Xun.

Teacher Xun is still talking.

It looks like catching up with these old people.

I didn't come here at all, I was fighting with these people to the death.

"The meaning of Daoyan monk Yao Guangxiao is obvious, when he was tracking, he found that you were hidden in this huge world, hidden in the city.

In your words, it is with the light.

If the inside and outside are one, then naturally you will not be able to find traces.

But for me, I think of what I know, and I think that the places where you can build nests are not actually without a trace.

Because there aren't many options.

Either hiding in history, or hiding in the underworld.

In these two places, there is no third possibility.

The underworld has been decoupled for many years, and it will be very difficult to find your lair if you leave your nest in the underworld.

But it's hard for you to show up again.

I think you know that.

On the contrary, in history, the probability of your existence is relatively high.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that since Yao Guangxiao can find you, then there are not a few people who can find you in the Ming Dynasty.

With this in mind, I came to the reign of Emperor Zhengde again, and in this era, I came to Qiandi.

There I witnessed a feast.

One, a feast of enlightenment.

I came to a place where the Ming Emperor used to exile prisoners.

There is a person here, his father is called Wang Wen, who is a high-ranking official of the six ministries in the capital, and he has also been a champion in high school.

But the champion, there are many in history, and it's normal for you not to know Wang Wen.

After all, it sounds like a very common name, but he has an uncommon son. ”

"Wang Shouren."

This time, finally a voice came out, like thunder.

This time, the person inside the stone mountain was no longer silent, and opened his mouth to say the name of the person.

This time, they felt the shock and a real threat.

"Yes, yes, what you said is right, it is Wang Shouren, Wang Yangming.

I saw a feast there, and on the day I arrived at the dragon field, thunder fell from the sky, and there was a flash flood in the mountains, like a dragon's groan.

Wuyue, the locals of the dragon field, all trembled, thinking that on that day, the heavens were angry.

You should have felt the situation, you felt that someone was going to threaten you, so you did it.

In that place where the mountains are exhausted, where the wind and rain are miserable, in the season of flash floods, you want to cause an 'accident'.

And then you fail.

Therefore, I met the masters of psychology, Wang Shouren and Wang Yangming.

I was there and heard Wang Yangming's first sermon after enlightenment.

So you should actually know.

Whether you are in the underworld or in history, I can find you.

'It's easy to break the mountain, but it's hard to break the heart', that sermon was also the time when my "meaning" was the most stirring.

At that time, Mr. Yang Ming was the person closest to the scene of 'mouth with Tianxian' and 'one thought through the sky', but he gave up.

You shouldn't be there.

When you appeared, it meant that all of you in Qiandi were discovered by Mr. Yang Ming. ”

When he said this, Teacher Xun had already come to the bottom of this stone mountain and said, "But what happened between you is not important to me.

The important thing is that I am here, you are in my heart, and I think that when I open my eyes, I can see you, then when I open my eyes, I will definitely see you. ”

After finishing speaking, Teacher Xun opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the stone mountain was not far from him.

His feet, already on the territory of the stone mountain, will not slip away again.

Beneath his feet, the ground he had just walked on, all glowed with gold.

It's the same here.

There was a pair of feet that fell on it, imprisoning this piece of heaven and earth.

The existence inside the stone mountain is speechless.

"You think you'll be able to kill us like that?"

The people in the stone mountains finally spoke the complete words.

Teacher Xun didn't answer.

"It turns out that you are in history, hiding deeply, so where are you?"

Teacher Xun raised the knife in front of him and said, "But none of this matters. ”

He said: "The puppet is angry, the blood is splashed five steps, today I am just a puppeteer." ”

The whole stone mountain is full of stone caves, and in these stone caves, there are also people lying down.

"I'm just here to exchange three with you, it's really not okay, and one for one is not unacceptable."

As he spoke, his knife slashed down violently, and on this knife, the aura of a strong enemy that had been slashed was all permeated!

There is nowhere to run, a one-on-one deathmatch.