After getting the key, He Qianshan went to the kitchen to find some dry food and water, and went back to the Luohan Hall to wait for Qianji.

When Qianjue arrived, he saw that He Qianshan had really found the key, and he was surprised in his heart, and after hearing what He Qianshan probably said, he hurriedly opened the door of the Luohan Hall and entered with He Qianshan.

In the hall of the Arhat Hall, the eighteen Arhat statues are arranged on both sides, and the middle is from top to bottom, and the trapezoidal position is arranged for the spiritual seat of the deceased monk of Wanmu Temple.

By the moonlight, He Qianshan saw that the tablet at the top was that of the patriarch of Duhai, followed by the monks of the Fazi generation, the monks of the 10,000-character generation, the Fangzi generation, the Hongzi generation, the Zhizi generation, and the Qianzi generation...... The last two lines are particularly eye-catching!

The table dedicated to the spiritual seat was wide enough, but the tablets of the Zhizi generation and the Qianzi generation monks were still a little crowded, and He Qianshan knew that most of them were the victims of the Gengzi Year tragedy.

Qianjue hurriedly led He Qianshan to the back of the hall, and when he saw that He Qianshan stopped and did not leave, he urged repeatedly.

He Qianshan bowed three times and bowed nine times to the altar before going back with Qianjue.

The back door of this Luohan Hall is not ordinary, it is actually a black iron gate, there is a winch on the side, and there is a hexagonal keyhole in the center of the winch.

Qianjue inserted the key obtained by He Qianshan into the keyhole and twisted, but when he heard a "click", the winch loosened for a while.

He pushed his arms through his arms, turned the winch, and the gate slowly rose, startling a cloud of dust and smoke.

When he reached half a man's height, he twisted the key back and jammed the winch.

"Senior Brother Qianshan, after you pass, I will put down this gate and put the key back to its original place, so as not to be detected by my uncle. ”

"Hmm. He Qianshan nodded and said, "Life and death are uncertain, and I don't know when I will go, not only my master can't know, but my family can't know it." Senior brother only said that I had something extremely important, and I went down the mountain to cook, and I didn't know anything else!"

"This senior brother will take care of it. But in my opinion, junior brother, you were born extraordinary, and when you are blessed by the gods, you will be able to return safely!"

"Borrow the auspicious words of my senior brother...... But if I come back, how can I tell my brother to open the door for me?"

"Don't worry about this junior brother, there is also a winch outside the door, no need for a key! As for the front door, the side door can be opened from the inside!"

"Oh, so, here I go!"

"Senior brother must be cherished!"

He Qianshan bent down and walked through the gate, and the gate slowly fell behind him.

It's a long tunnel that pierces through the mountain wall, but fortunately, there are no roundabouts, and the faint light of the exit can be seen.

Out of the tunnel, by the faint light of the stars and moon, he looked around: it turned out that the cliff behind the Luohan Hall had just blocked the entrance to the Panlong Road heading to the top of the mountain.

This Panlong Road is steep and sharp, crooked and twisted to the heights, with no end in sight, I don't know how many years no one has walked it, overgrown with tall weeds.

The moon shines on the valley path, and the wind blows the grass.

He Qianshan moved forward with grass and walked along the road, although he was eager, he walked very carefully, and he had no choice but not to trample on these weeds.

After climbing for more than an hour, the path in front of him suddenly became wider, and the terrain was much smoother, and he knew that he was close to the top of the mountain.

After walking another half mile, the outline of the forest was faintly visible, when a dilapidated grass hut appeared on one side of the road.

The hut had fallen into disrepair, with only half of its beams and weeds overgrown, and he guessed it was the forest keeper's dwelling.

As the clouds began to rise in front of him, he went to the hut and found some flint and lamp oil, lit a torch, and walked into the woods.

The more he walked in, the deeper the fog, the torch could still shine out of the zhang at the beginning, after a hundred steps, he could see that it was less than half a foot, the more he walked, the more frightened he became, thinking about waiting for the dawn after the fog cleared before entering, so he took advantage of the fact that he had not yet gone deeper, and exited the same way.

As soon as he got out of the thick fog, he heard a rush of movement in the grass where he came, and hurried down, thinking that it was some kind of beast, but he ignored it, and went to the grass hut to clear a clearing, set up a bonfire, warmed the kang, and slept in his clothes.

After a night of freezing cold, He Qianshan finally looked forward to the rising sun, and then looked at the forest, still looming in the clouds and mist, but the outline was naturally much clearer than the night.

This forest stretches over the ridges and peaks, covering an extremely vast area, and the black pressure is terrifying, making people shudder.

At this moment, the sun is high, but He Qianshan does not see that the dense fog around the forest has dispersed a little, and he understands that this fog is mostly dispersed all year round.

He took a deep breath and plunged headlong into the fog.

Although the fog was still there, the day was always brighter than the night, and in an instant he was at the place where he had retreated last night.

Although the fog here is much thicker, there are still traces to follow.

He groped his way forward, and after a few steps, he almost hit a behemoth, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a strange stone blocking the road.

This stone is eight high, resembles a human body, does a turning back shape, and engraves three big characters vertically - "turning back stone"!

There are two lines of words horizontally: "There is no way forward, and there is a shore to turn back!"

Look at the bottom again, there are more than 100 small characters engraved, He Qianshan close to read carefully, roughly said that Wanmu Temple has a meritorious service in guarding the forest of the past, and the forest of the past is given to the Wanmu Temple, and the forest of the past will never be the king's land, although the Son of Heaven can not commit!

At the end of the small characters, a square seal is still engraved, and the seal is eight characters in the seal body: "Chengtian bestows longevity and longevity"!

This seal He Qianshan actually recognized, isn't it the seal of the Son of Heaven who received the holy decree at home?

He didn't care about it at this time, thinking about why the imperial court cared about this forest of death, he just patted the "turning stone" and smiled: "Stone, stone, you have been here all your life, but I don't know how many people you can persuade back?"

With that, he walked around the stone and moved on.

As soon as I turned back to the stone, the situation was really very different, not only was there no trace under my feet, but the fog was even more so thick that I couldn't see my five fingers in this big day, and I couldn't even see the sun!

And the feeling of oppression that came to his face made He Qianshan inexplicably nervous, and it seemed that every step he took had to summon great courage.

He groped his way like a blind man, and when he met the trees, he tried to go in only one direction.

He hadn't gone far when he felt an uproar in front of him, and even the ground under his feet trembled as a result, and he vaguely heard someone talking in a whisper.

"Is it the master?" said in a tone full of anticipation.

“...... It's the master!" The tone was excited and excited!

"The master is back! the master is back!" seemed to be running to tell each other.

Are there many people in this forest? Who are the masters they are talking about? Is it me? He Qianshan was puzzled, and was about to look in the direction of the sound, but the dense fog on the other side somehow spread to the left and right, and divided the way!

He was both surprised and delighted, but he didn't know if this was the right path or a trap.

But looking at the white expanse here, he didn't know how long he was going to grope for it, he gritted his teeth: "That's it, it's tempting me, and I'm going to see what kind of trap it is, it's better than being blind here!"

He Qianshan strode forward on this suddenly enlightened road, but unfortunately he didn't go far, this road had come to an end, and the end was still surrounded by dense fog, and when he looked back, the way he came was gone, and he was lost in the thick fog.

He was disappointed when the fog cleared in another direction, revealing a path again!

So he continued to follow the path indicated by the fog, looking back as he went, only to find that once he had walked, the thick fog that had dispersed behind him had regrouped.

As before, at the end of the road, a new path will appear!

At first, He Qianshan walked cautiously, for fear that something would happen, but there was nothing wrong along the way, so he couldn't help striding up and down, and he also began to pay attention to the trees on the side of the road.

This attention is surprising again!

These trees He Qianshan has never seen before, they are all strange trees.

He Qianshan once read an ancient book at home, "The Remains of Strange Trees", so a few of them can still be named, but these trees should have been born in the far frontier, or have been extinct for thousands of years, how could they appear here?

And the rest of the trees he had never heard of at all!

They are strangely shaped, some are towering into the clouds, some are as short as fat mushrooms, some are twins with the same root, some are alone without branches, some are as thick as children's arms but soft as willow hanging into a curtain, and some are more intertwined than needles and halberds like swords and halberds will be lined up.

What's even more strange is that He Qianshan can clearly feel the strong emotions of these trees at this time, but they are trying to restrain themselves, and they seem to be extremely in awe of him!

He also realized that the blood in his body, at some point, began to echo with these trees, this land, and everything in this forest, quietly restless, and it was a kind of excitement to be reunited after a long absence!

He knew that this feeling would not be deceiving, and he became more and more convinced that he must have a deep connection with this forest of death.

Thinking like this in his heart, his feet are getting faster and faster, and he can't wait to walk through this forest next!

But this forest is so big, after a day of tossing and turning, He Qianshan reviewed the route that he had memorized in his mind, and speculated that he had only approached the hinterland of the forest.

He saw that it was getting late, so he decided to go to the end of the road under his feet, so he would rest and eat some dry food.

However, when the next path appeared in front of him, he couldn't stop himself at all!

There are very few intact trees around this road!

They were cut off at the waist, split in two from top to bottom, or uprooted!

Most of them have already died, and those who are alive are still struggling to survive, and the scene is extremely miserable!

Those wounds were clearly the work of a sharp blade, but who and why did they kill these trees?

He Qianshan couldn't bear it in his heart, forgot about his hunger, and unconsciously came to the end of this road, and the dense fog on one side dispersed again, but he was about to step in, and the fog actually closed again with a "whoosh", and the road that had just appeared disappeared in front of him.

He was puzzled when he suddenly felt all the trees around him nervous, as if they were afraid of something, and trembled with fear.

He heard them trembling and talking.

"That'...... The wicked man is here again!"

"How...... What to do?"

"Don't panic, don't act rashly! He can't find the entrance behind him, we protect the master!"

He Qianshan only realized at this time that the conversation he had heard before was not a person talking, but a speech between trees, and most of the masters in their mouths were themselves, but who was the "wicked person" they were extremely afraid of?

He shuddered suddenly, and felt a pair of sharp glowing eyes revolving around him in the white fog around him.

This look is bloodthirsty, brutal, and even more terrifying, at this time, it seems to be extremely excited!

He Qianshan was naturally courageous, but he was also calm, and he did his whole body and retreated half a step......

It's okay not to return it, this retreat, I actually felt the body temperature of another person in my back, and an old voice in my ear was gloomy and bit out a few words!

"Baby, where did you come from?"