Here, a pavilion is built on the prayer platform, and the surrounding area has been surrounded by a tent with a white cloth, and in the east direction of the tent, there is a statue of Taiyi Saving Tianzun, and there are statues of the four heavenly kings and Chen Jinggu on the left and right.

Daoist Cui slowly put the incense sticks into the incense burner, and motioned for Yue Guanchao and them to enter the tent: "You guys, take off your shoes and socks when you come in, walk in barefoot and sit on the stool, just wait for my arrangement." ”

Yue Guanchao and the others were from the north, and they didn't know what Guanluoyin was, so they had to follow Daoist Cui's words, take off their shoes and socks and walk barefoot into the tent.

In the tent, with the altar as the center, there are about ten stools on the left and right, Yue Guanchao took Song Siyuan, Yue Erpao, Xu Xiake, and Sun Daqiao to sit on the left, and Tan Yanqiu and Hua Yuxiu on the right.

Cui Daoist beckoned to the outside of the tent, and the old sheep beard on the side walked in with a wooden square plate, on which was wrapped a wrapped jute silk cloth, the silk cloth was almost apricot yellow, and only the front was painted with cinnabar.

He picked up the silk cloth on the square plate and said in unison: "The view of the falling yin is all about the soul and the spirit, and the human eyes are a burden, after you close your eyes, I will cover this hijab for you, and after a while, without my instructions, there will be no more sound, just follow the ringing of my Sanqing bell." ”

After that, everyone closed their eyes one after another, and Daoist Cui spread out these silk cloths, from the hood to the person's head, just enough to cover the person's shoulder, he picked up the written talisman, and used the red cloth to cover the eyes, and after everyone's eyes were trapped, it was as if there was a yellow talisman on the forehead.

Subsequently, the tent was completely surrounded, he picked up the three clear bells from the table, and as the bell rang, the old Taoist priest muttered sharply: "The sky is clear, the earth is spiritual, and the three aunts of the Chen family come to ask." Ask Ming to ask for sorrow, please ask the third aunt before leaving the altar. One embroidered Guanyin, two embroidered embroidered phoenix brocade. Feng Jin flew to the rice first moss, seven feet of red silk plate rice moss, burned incense to sit in the day, burned incense in the dark to invite the aunt, grasshopper golden flowers 12 pieces, foot volume falling clouds 18 pieces...... Dalu Pass, Ping Bobo. The small road passes, through the dungeon, the big road to the underworld city, find parents and find affection. ”

At the beginning of his downset, Yue Guanchao only felt that the smell of the cloth covering his head was very strange, as if it was a cotton cloth that had been boiled through with ointment, and a rich and bitter variegated medicinal smell penetrated into his mouth and nose.

His head was covered under the silk cloth, and the smell seemed to come from all directions, and he couldn't hide from it, so that his eyes had to be closed, and even his original vigilant spirit was slightly relaxed.

In this process, Cui Daoshi's Sanqing bell never let go, muttering mantras, jingling bells and shaking.

At the same time, he picked up a handful of paper money and approached the candle flame, only to see the flames on the paper, and immediately burned countless fly ashes, and the heat wave swept through the tent, causing the fly ashes to continue to diverge outward, and he sprinkled the remaining fly ashes in the air, just like broken leaf butterflies fluttering.

"Ahem, everyone, if you want to fall asleep or doze off, it means that the road charms are working, you don't have to force yourself to not want to sleep, if you don't sleep, no one can tell you to fall into the shadows, relax your whole body, relax your whole body, think about lying on the soft Taishi chair, shake, move, shake, move, want to sleep more and more, want to sleep more and more."

Daoist Cui's words were like hypnosis, and they were extremely relaxed all over, even if they were sitting on an uncomfortable stool, they felt that they were on the Taishi chair woven with soft satin, and the voice became softer and softer, as if it was gradually moving away from their ears.

Yue Guanchao experienced the smell of medicine just now, and he was already sleepy at the moment, and when he was shouted by the old Taoist priest, his eyelids immediately relaxed, as if he could no longer feel the existence of his body, and completely entered a state of chaotic sleep.

"The good talent and dragon girl are slow, and the two generals are reckless. Crossing the bridge with the instep of his feet, the copper snake and iron rat flashed aside. Walk tightly, go to the hexagonal stone, good tea underground. Walk tightly, walk to the hexagonal bricks, and the underground is a good tea soup. Walk tightly and walk to the hexagonal bridge, shaking your feet and shaking your hands. ”

At this moment, the crisp trilling sound of Sanqingling turned into a long wooden fish in his ears, and there were even footsteps and taps, and in the drumbeat, the voice of the old Taoist priest sounded again.

This time, it's as if standing on the edge of a cliff, and there is already an echo of the shock.

Just wait for the ashes to fall, the old Taoist priest took out the real way-urging charm from his pocket, between the fingers twisting, the talisman seal spontaneously combusted without fire, and then, he picked up the talisman in the order from left to right, in front of the person's eyes around the head in a circle, step by step, no one was left behind.

"Hey, let's take you to the old Tao's Yuanchen Palace first, and when you come out, you can go to find the person you want."

When it was Yue Guanchao's turn, he only felt that his eyes were burned by the talisman fire, and when the flames in front of him disappeared, when he opened his eyes, he already saw that all the companions around him had appeared here.

"Is this still the Dragon King Temple?"

Song Siyuan observed carefully, the sky was overcast, cascading gray and black, as if pressed overhead, there was no clear azure when they came, except for other people around, there were no incense people, as if in an instant, all the living people disappeared, leaving only a few of them.

Looking in the direction of the main hall, the Dragon King Temple is still a heavy eaves stacked building, next to the Que Tower, but, the ground has been ethereal mist, the main hall of the Dragon King Temple seems to be suspended in the clouds, ethereal and sacred.

"Children, hurry up to my Yuanchen Palace, wait for you to get out of the Dragon King Temple, I don't care what you want to do, just go forward after the incense is gone."

The pattern of this Yuanchen Palace is no different from the Dragon King Temple, they went down the prayer platform into the Yuanchen Palace, entered the palace gate, and it can be seen that the five dragon gods are crowned and stand in a row.

There are five elements in the sky, there are five grains in the earth, and there are five dragon gods enshrined in the dragon king temple, which are the central yellow dragon in the center, and the four dragon kings of green, red, white and black on the left and right, there is already incense burning in front of the incense burner, between the incense sticks and the light and extinguishing, the burning is no longer smoke, but the ethereal light similar to quicksand.

Several people always remembered to check the situation, and climbed the third floor along the stairs of the side hall, the Dragon King Temple was originally built on a high slope, standing in the highest pavilion, they could easily see the scene outside the Dragon King Temple.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I'm shocked when I look at it!

Outside the Dragon King Temple, there are no traces of any buildings, even the traces of people can not find a single star, everywhere seems to be a wild wilderness, through the primitive roughness, only the oasis in the heart of the river in the distance, like the Yingzhou Immortal Island hanging overseas, you can see the prosperous market, the tower of the golden gate.

"What the hell is this place?"

Song Siyuan looked around, they looked like they were indeed on land, the clouds and mist were coming out everywhere, and they felt that the buildings were suspended in the clouds, and under the turbulent river, it seemed that the isolated island was like a fantasy, not like the world, and the most peculiar thing was the surrounding peaks.

The surrounding mountains are completely different from the mountains around Ganghan Fortress, as if the mountains from other places have been moved to the riverside, and the unknown wild mountains surround the temple, which is even more mysterious.

"Let's go, let's go to the Jiangxin Oasis to have a look."

Yue Guanchao and they got off the Dragon King Palace, walked out of the temple gate and walked to the riverside.

At this time, there was nothing on the river, and I saw a ferry boat parked by the pier, and on board was a white-haired old woman wearing a canopy.

"Old lady, we are going to the Jiangxin Oasis, please take us on a trip."

"Ahem, cough~" The old lady's cloak was like a black sack, covering her from head to foot, and even her face was covered by a black scarf, and she didn't say anything but nodded slightly to them, knocked down the hull at will, and motioned for them to get on the boat.

After Yue Guanchao and they got on the boat, the hull creaked and drifted forward between the ups and downs, the oars splashed at will, rippling countless ripples, as the hull went farther and farther, the turbulent Han water gradually disappeared, they seemed to be suspended above the Tianhe, only felt that the boat was in the sky, like a fish swimming in the air.

At about a moment, as the ferry approached the Oasis of Ingenuity, the white-haired old woman stopped and motioned for them to disembark with her cane.

Close to the shore of the island and embark on an oasis.

As they walked up to the island, the vegetation around them gradually increased, and the villages and towns in the distance could already see the corners of the eaves and towers, and the lively markets everywhere were like a living world, and the closer they got to the towns, the more they could feel the noise of the market.

"Sell sugar gourds!"

After passing the loess urn gate, they officially entered the town!

The houses are scattered in an orderly manner, the streets are like cobwebs, the palaces, tiled houses, bridges and towers, each with its own appearance, the shops between the streets are connected, and the guins are ostentatious, it looks really bustling and prosperous, but the more you look at it, the more strange it feels.

Yue Guanchao looked at it for a long time, and remembered the Yin Mansion that tied the knot for the paper figures, and immediately understood what was going on.

Most of these houses are in the style of a shady building, to put it bluntly, it is a style for people, even if it looks very faded and dilapidated, you can still see the bright and colorful feeling when it is first made.

These buildings are small to shacks and large palaces, they are completely mixed together, if it is a living space, it will never be arranged like this, the city of the ancients, the nobles living in the inner city, the people living in the outer city, where to put the city god, where to put the dragon temple, this is all rules to follow, it is impossible to set up like this.

The architecture here is like a collage of thousands of years of dwellings and palaces, disorganized, random patchwork, if you add this sense of dilapidated and use, it is even more permeable.

Under this chaotic and lightless sky, all the pedestrians have a dead face, and even if they make happy expressions, they can feel the gloomy and empty eyes, and the color of death gray that is slightly pale and light gray.

"Little brother, you want the sugar gourd!"

As they walked, the street vendors walked up and pushed their sugar gourd shelves up, and the brightly rounded pots were wrapped in syrup and honey, and the exhalation of the nostrils had an irresistible sweetness.

Yue Erpao just wanted to stretch out his hand, but Yue Guanchao stopped him: "You forgot Sun Daqiao's words, be careful of being fascinated, go back and talk about it." ”

Yue Guanchao looked down at the steamed bun shop at his feet, the open fire was raging in the stove, but he couldn't feel the slightest heat, and even the mist floating to his nostrils could see the smell of meat, but he didn't see a trace of warmth: "It seems that if these places are not Hankou, but the underworld where the dead live, then why are they so similar to the Dragon King Temple!" ”

Song Siyuan had already discovered this situation, and said cautiously: "Perhaps, Guan Luoyin just conjured up a familiar scene for us, then, according to the pattern here, if you want to find the fish god, you probably have to find the location of the fish temple in the real world." ”