The green mountains are faintly in the middle stream, where are the caves and clouds?

The jade tile glaze is partial and reappeared, and it was originally the fairy world asking the Dao Palace.

At the time, barren mountains.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. The wind blew the frozen branches of the barren mountains and made a hoarse sound. The wild dogs hissed distantly, melancholy and mournfully, and from time to time were mixed with the roar of a palpitating, unknown beast. The silence of the night was almost shattered by the staggered sounds.

The three of them stood at the entrance of the cave in a daze, looking at the amazing mountainside buildings in front of them for a moment, and the three of them sighed secretly in their hearts: Even if it is the Qionglou Yuyu in the sky, it is just that.

This is a huge palace built in the belly of a mountain, in this uninhabited place, in the belly of this unknown barren mountain.

I saw that the place where the three of them were located was a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps were spread into a road.

The pavilions and pavilions below, the pond pavilion and the water pavilion are reflected in the green pines and cypresses, rockeries and strange stones, flower beds and bonsai, vines and green bamboos, dotted in the meantime. There are faint clouds and mist steaming, and the glow is shining.

In the center of the palace is a large hall made of bluestone, straight up to three floors, and the stone strips are deliberately not polished and smooth, rough and dignified, like a giant exposing a strong chest and open bosom.

At the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, there is a black golden silk nanmu plaque, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances inscribed with three big characters Wuji Palace.

On the stone wall facing the main hall, it is polished smooth like a mirror, and the book is written in wild cursive Two big characters, magnificent, wind and clouds change color.

On the other three stone walls, there are nearly 300 statues of gods on duty, that is, the gods worship the image of the ancestor of Taoism, Yuan Shi Tianzun. With the main image of the eight emperors and queens as the center, surrounded by the statues of the golden boy, the jade girl, the Tianding, the wrestler, the emperor, the Pleiades, the left auxiliary and the right Bi, etc., the gods are like a group of feet and clouds, and the head is auspicious, a fairyland atmosphere. There are so many figures, high and low, with different expressions, lifelike, and the composition is extremely varied.

The three of them held their breath and stared blankly for a long time, until they were interrupted by the sound of Jingshi's coughing.

Ye Suling covered her mouth and exclaimed: This, this, is this the fairy world?

Ann smiled and said, "Then aren't we immortals?"

Jingshi frowned, staring at the word "Qian" on the jade bi, silent, as if desperately remembering something.

Ye Suling glanced at An and said, "Just now, Senior Brother Jingshi praised you for your excellent vision and extensive knowledge, but you can tell me where we are now?"

An said lightly: Aren't we in a fairy palace?

Ye Suling was about to sneer at each other, but Jingshi suddenly opened his mouth and said: Yes, we are in the Immortal Palace.

Ye Suling was stunned for a moment, snorted, pulled Senior Brother Jingshi's sleeve and said: Senior Brother Jingshi, why do you also help this nerd speak.

Jingshi didn't pay attention to her, and looked at An Dao with burning eyes: Senior Brother An, have you guessed it?

Ann smiled and replied.

Jingshi recited a Buddha name, shook his head and said: Actually, what is so hard to guess...

Ye Suling looked at the two of them playing dumb riddles as if no one was around, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: Senior Brother Jingshi, what are you talking about, this dead idiot is also pretending to be like me, pretending to be profound, hum, I'll just go down and see for myself.

Jingshi Liandao: Senior Sister Ye stays. After speaking, he looked at Ann again and smiled, the meaning was self-evident.

An pondered for a moment and said slowly: According to legend, hundreds of years ago, an old man named Dao Immortal suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes, no one knows how this person's martial arts are, but whether it is astrological divination, or formation forensic medicine, they are all refined, and all of them are perfect. In this world where martial arts are judged by the level of martial arts, even if he is a capable person who knows some strange skills, there is nothing special about him. But who knows...

Speaking of this, he settled down and did not continue to tell, perhaps he also felt that the next story was a bit unbelievable, appalling, and untrue.

When Ye Suling was listening and paying full attention, An suddenly stopped, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: Dead nerd, you are still selling Guanzi at a critical time, oops, you should talk about it quickly.

Jingshi on the side also nodded slightly, and motioned for An to continue.

Ann took a breath and said softly: But who knew that the old man who asked the Taoist Immortal later actually started to trade in the dead...

Ye Suling only felt a burst of cold air coming, and her originally hungry and sleepy body became even weaker, she tightened her clothes and interrupted: What is the trade of the dead?

An said in a deep voice: He opened a righteous village and spent a lot of money to buy the corpses of people who had just died.

Ye Suling screamed in surprise when he heard this, and at the same time hurriedly grabbed An's hand, and said in a trembling voice: What is he going to do?

Ann patted her hand and said softly: At first, no one knew what he was, but at that time, there were many wars, the people were not living well, they were mourning everywhere, and the living could not take care of their food and clothing, so how could they care about the corpses of the dead? Driven by the desire to survive, some people slowly began to exchange the corpses of their relatives for heavy money in order to survive, and as for the motives and purposes of the immortals, these people did not have the leisure to think about it.

Jingshi, who was sitting on the side, frowned, lowered his eyebrows, and kept whispering the Buddha's name in his mouth.

Ye Suling was puzzled and said: What about later? Do what?

An shook Ye Suling, whose palms were full of sweat, and said in her heart: This woman is so strange, the more she is afraid of things, the more she wants to know, and when you really tell her, she has to cover her ears again, shouting that I don't listen, I don't listen.

Ann chuckled and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Ye Suling glanced at her and hummed: It's all rumors and folk tales, what do I have to be afraid of. It's just that those hands are still tightly gripping Ann's hands, and they have never relaxed at all.

Ann continued: Until one later, on a dark and windy night, at the time of the second watch, a watchman named Wang Cripple patrolled to the vicinity of the Yizhuang, and when he was about to pass by the Yizhuang, he faintly heard a strange sound from the Yizhuang, like countless people whispering, and like the painful groans of the sick before they died.

An suddenly felt that his hands were tight again, and his knuckles had been turned white by Ye Suling's hands. Ann had to wink at her in concern.

I saw Ye Suling pursing her lips, her eyes widened, and she kept nodding her head, signaling An to continue.

An had no choice but to continue: Wang Cripple is old, has no worries, and is accustomed to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death all his life, and he has great courage, he extinguished the lantern on the side, put down the gong, tightened the wooden pole in his hand, and gently approached the door to see what was going on.

Through the cracks in the wooden door, the lame man saw the most terrifying and terrifying picture of his life, and within a few days he went insane, and died in extreme terror soon after.

Jingshi raised his head, recited a Buddha name, and said softly: Senior Brother An, you take a break, and the little monk will talk about it.

An nodded, exhaled, and leaned lightly on the verandah, while Ye Suling curled up and snuggled tightly in Ann's arms.

Jingshi Dao: Wang Cripple was frightened and hurriedly ran back to the house, locked the door, jumped on the kang, shrunk in the quilt, and waited until dawn, he came out in a panic, and said that he saw the horrific picture last night, but he was too frightened at the time, and his language was not clear, and people only thought he was crazy, and they didn't pay attention to him at all, and some people even beat him up. The lame man dragged his seriously injured body home, and at the moment he was in great pain, and the physical wounds could still be healed, but the wounds on his soul could not be healed.

Ye Suling sighed: How can people in the world have the patience to listen to an old watchman say something inconsecutive?

An said lightly: Many years have passed, and people say that old things can be buried, but this is wrong after all, isn't it? It's like we came here by accident today, confirming the innocence of the old man.

Ye Suling said: But since people don't believe him, how did this matter come down? And what did he see in the crack of the door?

Pure World Dao: After the lame man returned home, he almost wanted to go crazy, and the terrifying and terrifying picture kept appearing in his mind, tormenting him all the time, so two days later, the lame man was like dry bones, dying, lying on the ground in a daze, shaking his head constantly, and said vaguely, there are ghosts, there are ghosts...

At this time, a fortune teller in the city happened to pass by, this fortune teller was about the same age as the lame king, he went to a private school for a few years in his early years, knew a few words, and also said a few ways, just because he couldn't endure hardship, he learned to do fortune telling and looking at the business, but at that time the people's food and clothing were still difficult to solve, and how could there be spare money to ask for divination, the fortune teller was barely making ends meet, and it was difficult to get by. Although this fortune teller and Wang Cripple are not acquainted, but they have known each other for decades, at this time I heard a strange noise in the house, and I have not seen Wang Cripple in the past few days, I was suspicious, so I pushed the door in, and found Wang Cripple lying on the ground with a terrifying appearance.

The fortune teller secretly said in his heart: It is better to have more than one thing, and when his heart is horizontal, he wants to turn around and leave. But who knew that the lame king suddenly came and got up in spirit, and grabbed the fortune teller's feet with one hand.

The fortune teller was shocked, in case the lame king would die, he would never be able to escape the involvement.

The fortune teller said angrily: "Dead lame, what are you doing with the old man?" If you die, don't worry about it, but don't involve the old man, and as he spoke, he waved the hand of the lame king with the hexagram in his hand.

The lame man got up tremblingly, his eyes were red, and he gasped violently: Sir, I will make a deal with you.

When the fortune teller heard this, he frowned and said, "What kind of business?" Could it be that you still need fortune telling and ask about the future?

The lame king swallowed and said, "No, I want you to write me something."

After hearing this, the fortune teller laughed and said: "The lame king is only afraid that you are crazy, you can't read big characters, your family is surrounded by walls, what do you do to ask for words?

After that, he thought it was funny, and then he laughed out loud.

The lame king ignored his ridicule, turned around tremblingly and took out some copper plates from under the bed, held them tremblingly in front of the fortune teller, and said in a deep voice: I said, you write.