With the Yingying streamer from the fairy flute in his hand, Feng Shuzhu's face was calm, and he walked slowly in the dim cave, the cave was not spacious, just enough to be able to run two people in parallel, and the surroundings were even quieter, the air was filled with dampness, suffocation, and the smell of moldy fermentation of insect feces.

In this never-ending cave, as the footsteps continue to move forward, there seems to be eternal darkness in front of you, and after walking, you are swallowed up by darkness behind you, and occasionally there are gusts of mountain wind that come out of the beetle holes in all directions, sending a trace of coolness.

Twisting and turning, turning left and right, in addition to feeling that the direction of walking is probably inclined downward, it is almost impossible to distinguish the direction, just like this, the wind and bamboo alone, like walking through the maze, towards the bottomless abyss, slowly moving forward, accompanied by only the sound of footsteps.

After walking in the dark for a long time, suddenly there was a stone room in front of him, Feng Shuzhu stopped, looked around, and found that this was a stone room formed by the convergence of dozens of beetle passages, so the space was slightly more spacious than a single beetle passage. Directly opposite himself, close to the stone wall, there is a simple stone chair, not so much that it is a stone chair, but rather relying on the natural form of the big stone, after a little treatment, it becomes a stone nest with a handle, but the bottom of the stone nest has been polished to a little bright, like a stone pile of tethered horses in front of the door of a large family, which has been rubbed up and pulped. There are traces of burning torches on the surrounding stone walls, and there are some gravel scattered on the ground, it seems that there has been some violent vibration here, and there is a stone platform near the stone wall on one side, on which there are stone bowls, stone plates and other things.

Feng Shuzhu nodded, according to the map, this should be the empty line, where the old demon commands the silverfish army to fight against the unknown forces underground. Feng Shuzhu looked at it for a while, then walked to the front of the stone platform, looked down, the stone plate was already empty, the bottom of the stone bowl still has some clear water, Feng Shuzhu stretched out his hand, held the bottom of the bowl, and gently lifted the stone bowl, the clear water in the stone bowl was shaken, resulting in ripple folds, reflecting his blurred face.

Everything looks very ordinary, Feng Shuzhu casually put down the stone bowl, paced a few steps, raised his eyes to see, there are dozens of passages, from the entrance, there is no difference, the same dim, the same deep, the same full of unknowns, I really don't know which one to choose, and think about it, this road is also very strange, I haven't met anyone, even those ferocious, annoying silverfish have not been seen, as if the highest peak of this beetle ridge has long been empty, and it has become a dead silence.

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Shuzhu's mouth, it seems that the rumors of the Three Realms "Beetle Ridge, eight hundred in radius, connected peaks and peaks, and connected holes" are true, and he has always regarded himself as self-confident, but he has also made difficulties at this time.

Since you can't make a choice, it's better to rest for a while, Feng Shuzhu thought about it, and walked to the simple stone chair, who knew that he had just walked less than two steps, suddenly, he felt a hard under his feet, and he was surprised, and looked down to see that it was some broken stones the size of dates, at first glance, he didn't care, and there was no difference between the broken stones scattered around, but the sharp-eyed Feng Shuzhu immediately found the problem, lowered his head again, observed carefully, and finally found the difference, those small stones seem to be ordinary, but they all have a sharp side, and they all point to a passage entrance not far away。 Feng Shuzhu raised his eyes and glanced at the entrance, and then looked down at the small stones under his feet, so many small stones, pointing to a direction at the same time, it should not be accidental, Feng Shuzhu frowned, thought about it again, and walked towards the entrance without hesitation.

This walk, for a long time, there is nothing special about this passage, it is no different from the passage I passed through when I came in, but the smell of insect feces in the air has been reduced a lot, and Feng Shuzhu even wondered for a while whether he had made a misjudgment, just when he had nowhere to think.

Ahead, a sudden change occurred, and at the far end of the passage, as if in the depths of eternal darkness, there was a sudden cry of a ghost that seemed to be nothing, and the sound was terrible, and it was terrifying to hear.

What followed was a breath of wind, Feng Shuzhu reached out, grabbed the tail of the wind, put it on the end of his nose, there was a faint smell of blood, and his heart knew that there was a change ahead, so he no longer hesitated, followed the figure for a while, turned into a fluorescent, tracking the thin wind breath, flying forward.

The sound of the wind and the darkness seem to be entangled, from the front of the continuous rush to the face, this flight to catch the wind breath, but the twists and turns, with the change of the passage, Huer left, Huer right, Huer straight to the sky, Huer fell straight to the ground, the cave is even more strange rocks, strange rocks abrupt, to later some places are almost narrow enough to allow only one person to crawl through, the fluorescence immediately emitted a piercing whistling, straight through.

Suddenly, in front, at the far end of the passage, a glimmer of light appeared, and Feng Shuzhu consciously slowed down, but the light in front of him was getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter.

In this dark and eternal cave, that bit of light, like a strange flower blooming in the night, illuminates the things in front of you, and the wind and bamboo leap into the light, and the eyes suddenly open up, and you are surprised by the scene in front of you.

It turns out that at the end of this passage, at the outermost end of this passage, is an incredibly huge space, up to the top of the cave at a height of tens of zhang, and below a few zhang, it is a huge open field, which is afraid that it can accommodate hundreds of people, and in the center of this huge field, there is a huge fairy furnace burning, the furnace body is carved and chiseled by a whole boulder, up to several zhang, and the swaying flame in the furnace illuminates the entire space, but it makes people feel no trace of heat.

Under the immortal furnace, thirty or forty people gathered, lying or sitting, standing or walking, seeing that the clothes should be mixed with the righteous path and the demonic path, many people groaned in pain, and one of them even attracted the attention of Feng Shuzhu, that person was slightly shorter, wearing a red monk's robe, carrying a scimitar at his waist, it was the short red-clothed monk who ran away with the iron-headed Arhat in Luotian Town on a rainy night, and saw him shuttling through the crowd, as if he was taking care of the injured.

Inadvertently, the short red-clothed monk saw Feng Shuzhu, began to be stunned, and then his face was terrified, and he stood in place stupidly, as if he saw some lion and tiger, and could no longer move.

Feng Shuzhu saw it in his eyes, didn't care, still stood at the entrance of the passage, and did not rush down, but looked at the back of the fairy furnace, where, in the depths of the light, there was a huge abyss that suddenly opened, from this angle, I saw that the gloomy darkness seemed to swallow everything, and from the huge mouth of the abyss, there were gusts of wind breath, echoing in the huge space, like a long and ancient chant, making people feel uneasy.

Feng Shuzhu looked at it for another moment, Fang Yi waved his hand, put away the fairy flute in his hand, and then jumped down and landed next to the immortal furnace.

When those people saw the wind and bamboo coming down, they all avoided it, and a passage was immediately formed in the crowd, and everyone crowded together vigilantly and vigilantly, but no one dared to move forward, and no one made a little noise, just watched quietly, and the short red-clothed monk hid behind the crowd, avoiding the gaze of the wind and bamboo.

Feng Shuzhu glanced at everyone, but did not pay attention, but his face was calm, through the crowd, slowly walked to the fairy furnace, stood still, raised his head, looked up, only to see that on the huge fairy furnace, it seemed to be carved with a certain sect texture pattern, like flowers, like clouds, like characters, and like totems, but in the middle of the fairy furnace, it was clearly visible that there was a monster pattern carved, its shape was like a snake, with a single horn on its head, a white body, five pairs of long whiskers on both sides of the mouth, close to the bottom of the head, there was a pair of round fins, like open transparent wings, and the body surface was densely covered with scale armor, while watching and walking, I unconsciously came to the other side of the fairy furnace.

The people behind him also followed the wind and bamboo, turned around, as if they had just seen this strange pattern for the first time, raised their chins, opened their mouths, and looked at it for a long time, but they didn't see a reason, and then you look at me and I look at you, at a loss.

Seeing Feng Shuzhu standing on the other side of the immortal furnace for a long time, finally, a big man with an eagle nose and ring-eyed eyes frowned, and couldn't help but shout: "I said, you sour Confucian, what are you doing here, can you see where the door comes from?"

Feng Shuzhu turned around, looked at the big man with a blank gaze, and did not speak.

But somehow, the big man was shocked by his look like this, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and everyone also took a few steps back with him.

The big man looked around, and saw that there were dozens of people gathered around him, and he unconsciously grew bolder, grinned, and shouted: "Hey, Lao Tzu is asking you!"

Feng Shuzhu glanced at everyone, but saw that the short red-clothed monk had already turned pale with fright, hiding far behind the crowd, as if he was ready to escape, so he smiled slightly and said lightly: "I don't call for hey." ”

When the big man saw the scholar replying and spoke so softly, he became a little more bold, swallowed his saliva, shook a pair of Xuanhua board axes in his hand, and shouted, "Then what is your name?"

Feng Shuzhu turned around, then raised his head, looked at the entrance of the pitch-black abyss, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Feng Shuzhu." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was frightened, as if they had seen some kind of fate-seeking evil divine judgment, and they retreated a few feet away, and some people even fell and were trampled on several times.

It seems that such a distance has given everyone a temporary sense of security, and they began to whisper.

"Thinking about the wind and sparse bamboo in the small building?"

"Why is he here too?"

"It's true or not. ”

"Let's stay out of the way. ”

"How do I see him impersonating?"

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Just when everyone was talking, the big man stood far away, looked left and right, thought and thought, and then shouted: "Lao Tzu...... , I said, you actually said that you are a wind and bamboo, but what is the evidence?"