Just as I was wondering, the sound of "Hi..." came out again, only this time because I was lying on the edge of the well, I could clearly hear the sound echoing through the wall of the well and reaching my ears, with a feeling of echo. It sounded like a sigh, but it wasn't really a human voice, because it came from beneath the water's surface, and I believe no one else could do that.

The Taoist said that this well also has a history of hundreds of years, and we call it "Sigh Dragon Well" in our Taoist temple, but the folk call it "Langhua Well" more often. Legend has it that Lu Zu once subdued the river demon at the confluence of the Han River and the Yangtze River, and after defeating the other party, he found that his real body was actually a river dragon. However, Lu Zu did not kill this dragon, but put this dragon in the trickle of mountains, hoping to use the spirit of mountains and rivers to transform the dragon's anger, so that it can no longer turn over the river and the sea, destroy the ship and kill people, but become the dragon qi here, and prosper this side of the water and soil. So the sighing sound you hear is actually the sigh of the dragon that is suppressed here, protecting the water and soil.

Speaking of this, the Taoist smiled, obviously he didn't believe much in this legend, but the cultivator was inevitably romantic in his heart. He went on to say that the people call it the "wave well" because this sound, which sounds like a sigh to us, is actually the sound of the waves, because it is said that the water veins under this well are directly connected to the Yangtze River. Perhaps the sound of the river hitting the rocks at this moment was transmitted through the underground.

So I listened carefully, and when that "sigh" came out again, it was really a bit like the sound of waves.

People who lived in our time actually knew that the so-called wells were just digging down where there was water at the bottom, and then digging down a distance, below the level of this underground water source, so that the groundwater would seep into the well, but it would never overflow, and always maintain the same height as the water level of the groundwater. Therefore, this well starts to go down from the surface of the water, at most it is more than one meter or two meters deep, not to mention whether there is a dragon in this world, even if there is, the dragon that can turn over the river and the sea is definitely not something that these wells can be closed. So in contrast, the people say that this is a wave well, although it is also strange, but it seems much more rational.

Matsuko kept crossing his fingers on the side as if he was calculating something, and while gesturing, he secretly looked in the direction of the "Tiji Well", as if he was calculating the distance between the well and the "Tiji Well". I can probably guess what he wants to do, but it's not empty, and no matter how much we dig into that place, we can't do it quietly, so I don't really know what he's still thinking about.

Soon the Taoist drew a bucket of well water and let me and Songzi drink it with both hands. Out of politeness, after all, I first asked for water, so I picked up a little and began to drink, but when the water was in my mouth, there was a strange smell, which seemed to be a little smelly, but it was a little different.

So I couldn't help frowning, my expression seemed to have been seen by the Taoist, he smiled and said, the two of you probably think this water tastes, right? In fact, we also felt that not long ago, I don't know why the water suddenly became like this, it turned out that when we took water to drink, the well water was sweet and delicious. It may be that there are some changes in the soil quality upstream, and the acid-base imbalance has affected the water quality here.

Matsuko suddenly asked, may I ask this master, when is the exact time when this water becomes this taste? The Taoist rolled his eyes, as if struggling to remember. Matsuko preemptively said, is it almost a month or so? The Taoist said, yes, it was about this time, how did this compassion know?

There was a kind of doubt in his eyes, maybe at this moment he began to wonder if we were all the way with the group of people who smashed the palace. Songzi said, it's nothing, guess, don't care, haha, don't care.

It was getting late, and Songzi said something else meaningless to this Taoist, but most of the sentences were encouraging the other party to persevere, saying that sooner or later some unfair things would be set right, so we should live well, wait for that day to come, and don't give up in advance. I believe that these words are the words of Songzi and me, and I also believe that Songzi said this, in fact, to leave a good impression on the other party, because he should also guess that it is impossible for us to go down to the bottom of the well without being discovered, so we have a good relationship with each other in advance, and maybe we can make it convenient when the time comes.

Then we said goodbye to the Taoist, left the Changchun Temple, and began to set foot on the way home.

Halfway through, the sky became a little dark, but these days we all know that Qin Bukong will be preparing to eat and drink at home, so we don't worry about going hungry later. When I was on the road, I asked Songzi softly, what did you say so much to that Taoist later? Matsuko told me that because I had asked the Taoist about the time when the water began to turn sour, that time was about the time when the three of us began to start working on the Seven Evil Levels. This proves that when we started to break through the level, although we came one by one, we had already triggered other levels, otherwise there was no reason why when we broke the "ghost" and "charm", this "dragon" appeared abnormal in advance.

I nodded, indeed when Songzi asked just now, I also thought of this, but because Songzi was by my side, I felt that since I could think of it, Songzi naturally wanted it, so I was embarrassed to speak. Matsuko continued, and then I talked to the man, I think you have also discovered, we have to find the secret buried here, the ground is absolutely impossible, so that thing can only be at the bottom of the well, there will be no other place except the bottom of the well.

Songzi said that the senior master who set up the array thousands of years ago chose some places with aura, and the only place that has been left for thousands of years and has aura is the Tiji well, so at this point, I am basically very sure. I agree with this, after all, there is no other choice, even if it is wrong, we can't let go of this clue. Matsuko went on to say, so I talked a lot to the man because I thought sooner or later we had to let them know part of it, otherwise how would we find something on someone's territory.

I asked him, why didn't you just say it directly? Songzi said, this matter is now only the two of us involved, although Senior Qin is the initiator, but he didn't come today, since we are a team, there are some things that we naturally can't make decisions about, I haven't mentioned it to that Taoist for a long time, I want to discuss it with Senior Qin first, and then find a suitable way to say it.

Matsuko's consideration is very meticulous, and I would definitely not have thought of this if I had changed. So I said to Songzi, although the Taoist just now, it seems that although he may not be the master of this Changchun Temple, after all, there are only a few Taoists left behind. But among the people left behind, he should be the one in charge.

Songzi said yes, so let's go back and talk to Senior Qin about this matter and see what he thinks.

I'm actually very worried that after Qin Bukong knows about this, according to his temperament, he will definitely ignore others and force himself to break into the palace. Anyway, in his eyes, those Dao people were no match for people of the warlock school like him at all, not to mention that Qin Bukong thought that it was much easier to deal with the living than the dead.

But after we told Qin Bukong about this, he unexpectedly agreed to Songzi's proposal, he told us this, anyway, sooner or later we have to make a hole, after all, in someone's temple, we should inform it. Since we have to say it, then we don't have to tell lies, just tell them the truth, but although we are breaking through the level, what is the level we have broken through, and what is hidden after the pass, we can still not mention it. These serious Taoist people have probably never seen such a scene.

The implication is that the salute comes first, and then the soldiers, in the final analysis, Qin Bukong is still thinking about finally having the intention of breaking into the Changchun Temple. At the same time, he also made a sarcasm of me and Songzi, which means that the two of us are not serious Taoist priests.

So everyone thought about it and planned to visit again the next day. Qin Bukong said that he would also follow, and there could be more than one person to help with a shovel or something, I said are you crazy, you have to wait for others to agree before digging, you should be your own yard? Although Qin Bukong was reluctant, he finally gave up the first day of the visit and went with tools.

But when the three of us arrived at the gate of Changchun Temple the next day, we found that something was wrong. The door that was closed yesterday is now wide open, is it said that it is about to open the door to welcome pilgrims? So the three of us wondered, and walked into the palace gate.

Walking in the direction of the main hall, where there should be the most people, but as we approached, we heard a loud commotion coming from inside the main hall.

The place of the palace view, since it is not allowed to be so noisy, it will disturb the immortals, so we suddenly felt that it was wrong, so we leaned over to see, and saw that seven or eight Taoist priests were kneeling in front of the Sanqing statue in unison, not the posture we used to worship the gods, but each of them kneeling on the ground with their hands on the ground, with their heads bowed, looking like they were repenting. And behind them, stood a dozen people in yellow-green military uniforms, with sleeves rolled up, red armbands, raising their fists and babbling something.

I am so familiar with these people that I may not remember their faces, but for this gesture of raising my arms and shouting that I learned from old revolutionary movies, I can judge with great accuracy and speed that they are the guardians of the leader and our nemesis.