I have a long pupil

Chapter 164

Dead trees, Confucian scholars, night roads...

If Zhang Biao didn't know, he thought it was a real thing, but unfortunately, he knew that it was a dream, a combination of some images and memories.

And it contained the information he wanted.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao patiently checked carefully.

In the rear, the darkness was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to turn everything into nothingness, and Confucian scholars became more and more panicked.

At this moment, a temple suddenly appeared in the woods. It looked quite large, but it was overgrown with grass and dilapidated.

Confucian scholars panicked and rushed into the temple.

The darkness behind was blocked out.

The lantern was shaking, the light was dim and uncertain, and the surrounding gods were tall and dilapidated, with hideous faces, as if they were moving their eyes through the dim light, staring at Confucian scholars.

The Confucian scholar became more and more frightened, he took out a bronze knife tremblingly, bit his finger regardless of the rust, and smeared the blood on it.

With the magic weapon in hand, he had some confidence. With a lantern on, he walked over the corpses all over the ground and walked into the depths of the Buddhist hall.

Finally, a golden Buddha appeared.

The Confucian scholar raised the lantern and looked, only to see that the golden Buddha suddenly opened its bloody mouth, the corpses all over the ground trembled, and the surrounding gods also made strange noises.

"what!"

Confucian scholar screamed in fright, and the light and shadow dissipated.

Zhang Biao knew that the other party had woken up from a nightmare, and the dream naturally collapsed.

To be honest, this nightmare is muddled.

If it is an ordinary dream, it still needs to go through dream analysis and analysis, and even the dreamer needs extremely advanced Taoism to find it, at least not during the qi refining period.

But for him, it was easy.

Just now, the eyes of spiritual vision have prompted a message:

Wang Zhiyuan (Yellow Class First Grade)
1. A side branch of the Wang family in Huaizhou, who has learned nothing for several years and spent half his life wandering. He worked and studied in Foshou Town. After his spiritual energy recovered, he was lucky enough to step into the road of practice and became a local land temple.

2. Awakening Yaotong: Soul Tour, you can use tricks: Fascination.

3. Lushan City is inheriting the Shanjun Temple and is building a temple.

4. Entering the spirit world by mistake, haunted by evil spirits...

Bergamot Town?
Thoughtful, Zhang Biao strode away from the cave.

At the same time, in a small town hundreds of miles away, a Confucian scholar woke up from his dream panting heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a pale face: "It's this nightmare again, am I bewitched by an evil spirit? Unfortunately, the immortal head of Xuandu Temple is not willing to help me..."

Boom boom boom!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A child with a runny nose carefully poked his head in, and said in a muffled voice, "Father, Grandma Li brought us some eggs."

"How many times have I said..."

The Confucian scholar wanted to reprimand him, but when he saw the child's skinny face, his heart softened, "Forget it, let your mother accept it, and make up for you."

"it is good!"

The child ran out happily.

The Confucian scholar looked out of the window, at the white mist filling the courtyard, and at the neighbors guarding the door with fearful faces. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and murmured:
"I can't help it..."

………………

"How did it happen?"

When Zheng Yongxiang led a large group of people up the mountain, he happened to see the mud-covered and washed-out mountain road, so he reluctantly ordered to the rear team: "It seems that the carriage can't get on. You need to work hard to carry things up the mountain."

After finishing speaking, he led his personal guards, stepped on the mud and walked forward with difficulty, before disappearing into the thick fog.

On the carriage behind, there are some rice noodles, vegetables and fruits.

In this disaster year with soaring food prices, these foods are more precious than anything else, and thanks to Zheng Yongxiang's becoming the lord of Moyang City, he was able to get so much.

Behind them, the soldiers sighed and lifted up the grain with sticks, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and stepped forward on the mud.

Although the torrential rain has passed, it is still raining lightly, coupled with the rotten musty smell in the mountains and forests, it is depressing.

Someone couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"We have already obtained the inheritance of the Tiger Temple, why does Brother Yongxiang want to flatter Qingfengzhai so much..."

"You know what a fart, without the support of that person on the mountain, do you think this Moyang City can fall into the hands of our family?"

"That's right, my cousin sent a letter yesterday, saying that he was unhappy in Zezhou City and wanted to bring some brothers to Moyang City to make a living."

"I also received it. After all, Brother Yongxiang is in charge. Many people from the branch family want to vote, but food is a problem. There are too many people who come. I am afraid that the master's family will run out of food for us..."

"Have you heard that there is a kind of rice planted in Bozhou that likes shade and can tolerate humidity and can grow without sunlight..."

Regardless of the discussion, Zheng Yongxiang came to the cottage, greeted Yu Kui and others, and then came to Liuling Temple.

He is smart and has long seen that Zhang Biao intends to train Yu Ziqing, so every time he comes to the cottage, he mainly talks to Yu Ziqing.

When he came to the temple, he saw Yu Ziqing holding an iron awl, chiseling patterns on a pair of maroon breastplate.

The patterns are exquisite, and they vaguely look like willow trees.

Zheng Yongxiang watched patiently from the sidelines, and when Yu Ziqing finished carving the last knife, he asked curiously, "Brother Yu, what is this?"

Yu Ziqing wiped off his sweat and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang killed a batch of insect demons in Lushan City. These carapaces are not of high grade, so I asked Village Master Wu to forge them into breastplates."

"I just learned the magic of repelling darkness recently. It is carved on the breastplate. It is a simple magic weapon that can ward off evil spirits. In addition, this carapace is as hard as iron, which is just right for the brothers guarding the village to defend themselves."

After hearing this, Zheng Yongxiang's eyes lit up, "Brother Yu, is there a lot of this thing? I, Moyang City, would like to pay a lot of money to buy it."

"What did Brother Zheng say?"

Yu Ziqing smiled boldly and said, "Qingfengzhai can't survive without the food you sent. When I get it right, I'll get you a dozen or so more."

Without waiting for Zheng Yongxiang to thank him, Yu Ziqing frowned again, "But there is one thing that needs the help of the Zheng family."

"Brother Yu, please tell me."

"Help me collect some shade-loving plant seeds, don't ask for the quantity, but all you can find, you have to..."

The two muttered to each other, their expressions becoming more solemn.

Yu Ziqing has already mastered the magic of Liu Ling. Although he is not good at attacking, he is naturally good at controlling plants because of his body.

Everyone knows that if they can cultivate food that can grow in the mist disaster, they will no longer be restricted by the sect.

After some discussions between the two, Zheng Yongxiang's expression became more and more excited. He has already started to practice the inheritance of the Tiger Temple. All courts are against each other.

At this moment, Tie Yucheng came striding forward.

During this period of time, he practiced the Sanyang Jing and practiced martial arts and swords every day. Although he still doesn't know how to use magic skills, there is a bit of heroism in his brows.

Tie Yucheng entered the temple and cupped his hands and said: "Master heard that City Lord Zheng is coming, please go over and ask if you have anything to do."

Zheng Yongxiang didn't dare to neglect, followed Tie Yucheng to a small building, where Zhang Biao was already waiting.

After the meeting, Zhang Biao didn't talk nonsense and asked directly.

"Buddha Town?"

After hearing this, Zheng Yongxiang quickly said: "There are at least tens of thousands of towns and villages in Huaizhou. If you talk about other things, I really need to send someone to investigate, but I know about Buddha's Hand Town."

"During the reign of Liang Jingkang, a mountain torrent broke out in the southwest of Huaizhou, and a piece of Buddha's hand statue rushed out. No one knows its origin, but it is very old, holding a lotus seal in its hand, and it can be used by hundreds of people."

"There are rumors that there is an ancient Buddhist kingdom hidden in the mountains. All of a sudden, people from all corners of the world gathered, and all the masters from all over the world also came to dig and unify the mountains. Many murders were committed during the process..."

"Oh?"

Zhang Biao became interested when he heard it, "What did you dig?"

Zheng Yongxiang smiled and said: "It's empty, there is nothing there. At that time, the imperial court also sent people. They searched for two years and found nothing, so they dispersed again."

"But there are still some people who don't give up. They dig in the mountains year after year, but they find a coal mine, and Buddha's hand town gradually rises."

"I see…"

Zhang Biao said thoughtfully: "I'm going to leave for a while, you all take care of the gate of the village, don't make troubles, I'll talk about anything when I come back."

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Master Immortal!"

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Three days later, southwest of Huaizhou.

The vast mountains are shrouded in thick fog.

Walking through the mountains, you can see many mountains, steep peaks, and jagged rocks, like the arms of evil ghosts pressing down from the fog.

The mountain roads on both sides are densely forested, intertwined with vines, moss-covered rocks, damp and miasma-filled, creating a wild atmosphere.

The terrain of Huaizhou is steep, especially in the southwest mountainous area. The mountain roads are difficult to navigate and the waterways are dangerous, so there are relatively few towns.

In the dense fog mountain road, Zhang Biao rode a war horse, shaking the water droplets on the ghost shadow's cloak, and couldn't help frowning.

It's really not suitable for people to live in.

It was originally dark and humid, with a poisonous atmosphere from time to time. After the fog disaster came, it was filled with water mist. After walking a certain distance, water droplets would condense on the cloak.

But there is no way, he has to come.

After taking the Sanshen Guixue Decoction, the poison of Wuhuo accumulated. Although it is difficult to deal with, it is almost eliminated by daily practice.

Next, continue to take food. If you want to be more efficient, you will inevitably need the precious ginseng accumulated by the Five Immortals. Therefore, planting the refreshing grass as soon as possible has become the top priority.

According to the dream, there are ghosts and gods here.

So no matter how remote it is, he will come here.

It's just that the road in the mountain is a bit difficult to walk, and it is often a suspended plank road. The wooden boards are moldy and corroded, and they almost fell down several times. I don't know how the people here have persisted until now.

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

Zhang Biao rode on his horse, planning to find a place to spend the night in a col. Even though he had a face mask and his sight was unobstructed, it was not a wise choice to drive at night.

At this moment, there was a faint fire ahead, and there were screams and fighting sounds.

"drive!"

Zhang Biao flicked the reins, and the horse galloped wildly.

Passing through the muddy valley, there is a mountain in front of you. A large group of people are gathered around the campfire, holding shields and knives, looking forward with horror.

In front of the carriage, a Xuandu Guan Taoist was carrying a long sword on his back, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, and staring sharply at the dark fog.

On the ground, there were a few corpses, which seemed to be torn in half by something, and there was nothing above the neck.

When they heard the sound of horseshoes, everyone was startled. They saw Zhang Biao leading the horse and walking out of the thick fog. He frowned and asked, "What happened here?"

call out!
Seeing his frightening face, a man behind the carriage panicked and opened his bow directly, and the arrow hit his face.

Zhang Biao was speechless, and flicked his finger.

Snapped!
The arrow exploded immediately.

Before he could reprimand, he frowned and looked behind him.

On the opposite cliff, I saw a long-haired, dark figure, climbing on the cliff like a gecko.

"Don't do anything!"

The Taoist priest at Xuandu thought of something, hurriedly stopped everyone, and said to Zhang Biao, "But Mr. Tai Sui, Senior Sister Liang often mentions you."

"Oh."

Zhang Biao was a little surprised, but he didn't bother to ask more questions. Instead, he looked at the distant cliff and frowned.

"Mandrill... no, it's a zombie!"

(End of this chapter)