Looking at the purple qi coming from the east, a middle-aged man walked out of Hangu Pass, greeting the arrival of the old man, with a hint of piety in his expression, and the middle-aged man and the old man didn't know what they were talking about.

Hu Qingniu only saw in his dream that the old man's lips were slightly open and closed at the invitation of the middle-aged man, as if he was expounding the truth of the Dao.

The middle-aged man held a bamboo slip in his hand, leaned over to listen reverently, his face was full of excitement, and even his right hand, which was holding a knife and pen, trembled with excitement.

The strange thing is that when the old man's lips opened and closed, Hu Qingniu clearly heard what the old man said in his dream, and the wonderful sound of the avenue seemed to be a slight drizzle, wisps of spring breeze, quietly infiltrated in Hu Qingniu's heart.

"The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao, the name is famous, the extraordinary is famous, the beginning of the nameless heaven and earth, the mother of all things..."

"Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders..."

"The god of grains is immortal, it is called Xuanjiao, and the gate of Xuanqi is the root of heaven and earth..."

"The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful, and the way of the saint is not to fight. ”

After the old man finished writing, with a calm and unhurried look, he rarely looked at the unknown West and touched the green ox under him.

Then, the green ox raised its proud head and let out a bull moo, like a frog in an empty valley, with a trace of unruliness in the moo, under the old man's slight stroking of the bull's head, he became docile again, and helped the old man to the west.

The middle-aged man looked at the back of the old man going west, bowed down respectfully and reverently, and watched the old man leave.

When the old man left, his eyes, full of wisdom, suddenly looked at the empty sky, and then smiled slightly, which was meaningful.

Hu Qingniu in the dream was suddenly startled, for some reason, there was a feeling of peeping and being discovered, under these wise eyes, as if he was not an inch.

On the tourist bus, the corners of Hu Qingniu's mouth cracked a trace of arc, hanging with a trace of transparent liquid, obviously still immersed in a sweet snoring dream, turned sideways, changed a comfortable position, and continued to sleep in the bumps of the bus.

Not long after Hu Qingniu left by tour group bus, a dark cloud floated from Hangu Pass, a thousand-year-old Xiongguan, like a peng spreading its wings, covering the sky and the sun.

The black clouds overwhelmed the city, and there was a palpitating fluctuation, and the travelers sighed in their hearts and avoided it, seeing that the sky seemed to be about to rain heavily.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened, the ground began to tremble, containing some kind of magical frequency, and Hangu Pass shook for a while.

"Earthquake!!

As an exclamation sounded in the crowd, everyone began to react, their faces were pale, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to drip down, and the power of the earthquake could easily take away countless homes.

The crowd was instantly chaotic and panicked, like ants on a hot pan, filled with exclamations, screams, cries, and repeatedly.

The ground began to crack, like shattered glass, and the cracks continued to spread with lightning speed, and the ground in Hangu Pass was instantly crawling with spider silk-like traces.

Bang!!!

Suddenly, there was an explosion, like thunder on the ground, and it exploded in everyone's ears, like thunder rolling in the sky, and everyone's already panicked hearts were even worse, and one after another, even more incredible things happened.

I saw that the crack in the ground was getting bigger and bigger, and then something broke through the earth, turned into a ray of light and rose into the air, and from a distance, it was a broken guide chariot, several zhang wide and large.

The mottled traces are engraved on it, full of the breath of time, and have been baptized by the war, which looks a little potholed and dilapidated.

In particular, the two wheels under the car seem to be hanging in the air, and there is no doubt that the next moment they will age and fall off, leaving an empty shelf.

At the front of the guide car, there stood a small wooden figure, the little man had a broken arm, only one arm remained, and one of the legs was missing from under the knee.

What is amazing is that the villain is carved lifelike, with clear facial features, rich expressions, and slightly cracked corners of the mouth, which looks a little eerie.

"What's that?!"

"Oh my God!"

"Hold the grass!"

Seeing this scene, the passengers took out their mobile phones and pointed at the guide car that broke through the air and wanted to take a picture of it, but unfortunately, it was only a dark and gloomy sky, and nothing else.

When the dust and sand settled and the earthquake gradually showed signs of stopping, everyone opened their mouths wide when they looked at the guide car, and their eyes showed a look of horror, and they didn't even know that the mobile phone in their hands fell to the ground.

At first, everyone thought it was just unearthed, and they didn't care, but it turned out to be creepy.

The chariot pulls a small earthen bag, which is in the shape of a hemisphere, and there is a stone tablet in front of the earthen bag, on which there is a misty mist, which makes people unable to see the inscription, and on one side, there is a slender bamboo pole, which holds up a white cloth sprinkled with blood, which is a white flag.

The most incredible thing is that I don't know how many years have passed, the blood stains on the white banner are still bright and blood-red, as if they have just been poured, and there is still blood dripping down the bamboo pole, which makes people have goosebumps.

That's a tomb!

The guide chariot is pulling a lonely grave!

What makes people's scalp tingle even more is that the scene seen around the lonely tomb is like a mirage, and countless ancestors have fallen, like gods and demons, the majestic body is fragmented, blood is splattered in all directions, and the face is full of anger, unwillingness, and silent roar.

This was followed by a magnificent chant of sacrificial prayers that resounded through the sky, as if thousands of living beings were praying and weeping at the same time.

When many travelers saw the scene in front of them, they didn't know why, but a sense of sadness rose from the bottom of their hearts, and their eyes gradually turned red, and they were infected by emotions.

At this time, the villain at the front of the guide car actually showed a strange smile, extremely gloomy, as if he had wisdom, which made people's scalp numb and the soles of his feet tremble.

The villain's only remaining one-arm pointed ahead, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and the guide car seemed to have an inexplicable force behind him, and under the direction of the villain's guidance, he pulled the lonely grave, and instantly turned into a ray of light, crossed the sky, and broke through the sky.

The strange villain on the guide car, the direction pointed by one arm, was exactly the direction in which Hu Qingniu's bus left.

A few miles away from Hangu Pass, not long after Hu Qingniu's bus left, he felt an earthquake and a mountain tremor, and the panicked tour guide and driver hurriedly urged many passengers to get off the bus and take refuge.

Poor Hu Qingniu didn't know if he was too tired, he didn't know if he was asleep, there was still a trace of ripples on the corner of his mouth, and he leaned on the bus and fell asleep.

At this critical juncture of life and death, everyone fled for their lives, but they didn't pay attention to Hu Qingniu, just at this moment, a light crossed in the air, and it was the guide chariot pulling the lonely grave, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

disappeared with it, as well as Hu Qingniu, who was sleeping soundly