The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 178 Chapter 175: The Erhu Master and the Path of Self-Reflection
Outside Baisha City.

Dragon King Temple.

Ever since the viper in the Baisha River was killed, the Dragon King Temple has become the most unwelcome place in this area.

After all, in addition to the three sacrificial animals, many boys and girls are sacrificed every year.

The witch priest, privately called "Old Crooked Man", was notorious for wanting both money and lives.

Before, there was the viper, so many people were afraid of it. But after the viper was killed by Chu Zhou, the Dragon King Temple had to bear the anger of everyone.

They didn't dare to do anything too extreme. They didn't kill or burn anyone. They just threw some rotten leaves, rotten eggs, stones, mud and the like.

Of course, these are nothing. The most disgusting thing is the golden slop, the stench of which can spread for miles.

Before, the area outside the Dragon King Temple was a bustling place, with many people pulling carts to sell pulp and doing some small business.

But now, I really want to avoid it as much as possible!
Over time, this place has become the most deserted place in the entire Baisha City. Even now, with the overpopulation, this place seems to have been forgotten.

In the Dragon King Temple, those ruffians who had originally gathered under Lao Guaizi's command had already dispersed when they saw that there was no benefit.

Only the old witch priest was left here.

I don’t know why you are guarding this Dragon King Temple?
But today, there are guests here.

An old man staggered into the Dragon King Temple. His steps were unsteady, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was gray and messy, and he only had a wooden hairpin on his head.

He held an erhu in his arms, and although he walked unsteadily, it did not affect his playing of the instrument. He played a song of cold wind and rain, sorrow for the passing of spring and autumn, which made people sad and cry.

The song became known and was heard by the witch priest in the Dragon King Temple.

He was originally cleaning the yard, but after hearing the music, he froze in his spot as if something had stopped.

After a moment, he threw away the broom in his hand, ran to the door like a flash, and opened it with great effort. When he saw the person coming, his knees went weak and he was about to kneel down on the ground.

"Master, Master, you are here? You are finally here! If you don't come, you will never see me again."

The turbid eyes of the erhu-playing old man turned and fell on the old cripple. Seeing that he was about to kneel down, he raised his foot and stomped his foot. With a powerful force, he lifted the cripple witch priest up.

"Let's talk inside, don't embarrass ourselves here!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Master, please come in..."

In the courtyard, the old man playing Erhu frowned as he looked at the messy ground, and finally sat down on a chair.

But his hands did not stop moving, his withered hands plucked the strings of the zither, and the music continued, but became more gentle and low, no longer affecting the conversation.

Slightly tilting his head, the old man with the erhu looked at the kidnapper witch priest, his expression became uglier and uglier: "I asked you to raise a spirit beast here, it's such a simple task, and you actually messed it up?

Don't tell others that you are my disciple when you go out, or I will be embarrassed!"

The kidnapper fell to his knees, his face ashen, and he kept crying, "Master, Master, I didn't want to do this either. Since I accepted the mission and came to the Dragon King Temple, I have never slacked off.

Not to mention the annual three animal sacrifices, boys and girls, even at ordinary times, I kidnapped countless children and fed them to the viper countless times, as long as I could get hold of them.

Normally, the viper was quite obedient, but who would have thought that it would actually attack a passing large ship, and not only the one where Chu Zhou was. "

"It is said that a viper should be invincible in water. Even if a martial arts master comes, it can escape if it cannot defeat him.

But who would have thought that Chu Zhou could actually fight with his bare hands. "

"Master, Master, it's not that I'm not paying attention, it's just that the enemy is too strong."

"Look outside, look outside, it's only been a few years since Taoist Xuanzhen died, but he has managed to turn Xuanzhen Temple into the number one sect in Tianquan County.

Even the people from the Naha Clan were unable to subdue him, and even when he attacked Wanxiangzhai, they had to surrender obediently.

Disciple, I really am..."

Are you saying that the kidnapper witch has no hatred?
How can it be!

But the problem is, even if you hate it, you have to be able to see and touch it before you can hate it!
Someone like Chu Zhou was so far ahead of him that they were not on the same level. He couldn't even hate him!

The old man playing Erhu could feel his powerlessness. He turned his cloudy eyes away from him, faced north, looked in the direction of Xuanzhen Temple, and laughed.

"Disciple, do you want Master to avenge you?"

"Yes, of course I do!"

"If you want to, you have to pay a price."

"what?"

The kidnapper priest looked up in horror, and heard the words become more and more sad and beautiful.

At some point, flickering lights appeared all around, like strings cutting through the void, or like petals blooming. Wherever they passed, the witch priest was cut into countless tiny pieces.

The blood dyed the ground red, along with small pieces of flesh, spreading in all directions. The area around the old man playing the erhu seemed to be blooming with scarlet blood, blocking everyone's view.

When they reappeared, the old man was gone, the erhu was gone, and there was only another beggar shaman priest standing in a pool of blood, constantly adjusting the skin on his face.

For a long while, he faced his apprentice's face and looked in the direction of Xuanzhen Temple.

"Young talent, surpassing the grandmaster, what a high ranking, let me see if you deserve the title!" With his mouth slightly opened, he emitted a fine sound wave that no one could hear, spreading far away.

……

Far away.

The locusts that covered the sky were eating the crops in the fields. Some farmers took iron basins and wooden sticks and hit them desperately, making a huge noise in an attempt to drive away the locusts.

As for the effect, there was some, but the swarm of locusts rose up and landed after just one turn, and started to eat the food again.

Just when this group of people were crying in despair, an invisible sound wave came, and the locust swarm seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and then agitated for a moment.
It rose up again in an instant, turned into a dark cloud, and rushed in one direction.

……

Three days later,
Xuanzhen Temple, Songfeng Mountain.

Chu Zhou rode on the clouds and used concealment techniques to fly around the mountain again and again.

Looking down from the sky, Songfeng Mountain is really not high, and is far inferior to the mountains and ridges extending to the Chilong Mountains.

But there is no way, this is the core area of ​​Xuanzhen Temple at this stage. Although only "Xuanzhen Taoist" is enshrined in the Patriarch Hall above, you can't say it is not important.

After barely finding a relatively steep place, Chu Zhou descended from the clouds and landed in a low valley.

Looking up, he could see a towering wall, which was the side of the Patriarch's Hall.

After searching for a while, Chu Zhou found a relatively suitable place. He pressed his hands down, and a powerful force raged like swords and sabers, clearing away all the grass and trees around.

It was like a tornado, carrying the broken grass and trees high into the air and piling them up into a small hill.

Then he took out the wonder 'The Road to the Heart' and input the azure blue magic power into it without reservation. Then he saw the stone sculpture that looked like a mountain path, emitting a hazy glow.

If you look closely, you will see that the small stone sculpture seems to be inlaid with countless closed loops of spiritual patterns, so densely packed that they almost fill every corner.

This time the mana infusion did not last long. It was only equivalent to 10% of Chu Zhou's mana, and it had already reached a saturated state.

In fact, the reason why it took three full days was not because Chu Zhouzi was studying its usage, but because the uninterrupted charging was carried out as many as six times.

Chu Zhou was squeezed dry six times, his face turned pale, and he finally managed to fill up this bottomless pit.

Seeing that he had finally reached the target, he no longer hesitated and sent it to him.
The stone sculpture had already flown into the air, and began to spin and grow larger. In the blink of an eye, it was a hundred feet high, and then it fell to the ground with a loud bang.

It landed on the relatively steep cliff of Songfeng Mountain.

The cliff of Songfeng Mountain was naturally less than a hundred feet high, but at that moment it began to shrink, adapt, match, and then be embedded in it.

It felt as if this 'road to self-examination' was automatically adapting to Songfeng Mountain.

After a full quarter of an hour, the vibration finally disappeared, and a stone staircase leading to the Patriarch's Hall appeared in front of Chu Zhou.

The road is not too steep and is paved entirely with bluestone. It seems to have been weathered by time, giving it an old, ancient, and even heavy feel.

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, then stepped onto the stone steps without hesitation.

With just one step, he seemed to see countless illusions flashing before his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was still weak, feeling the humiliation of being insulted, the uneasiness when facing a crisis, the fear before death, the confusion when the road ahead was blocked, and he even outlined the monster he feared the most, which wanted to take his life.

If you go through all of these, you will also experience the sobriety of drinking alone under the moon, the pride of the highlights of life, the arrogance of being high above others, and the contempt for all living beings when you hold power...

An unknown amount of time had passed before Chu Zhou was already standing at the end of the mountain path. The wall of the ancestral hall was only three inches away from his nose, and he almost hit it.

Looking back again and looking down, the path is still the path, and the mountain path is still the mountain path.

But even with Chu Zhou's temperament, he couldn't help but sigh, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The so-called wonders are unique in the fairyland. They are the combination and deeper application of auxiliary skills after they have developed to a certain level.

For example, this "road to self-examination" is the sum of architecture, refining, and formation.

It can be seen as a super-large magical instrument, with restrictions such as "size as desired" and "change at will" inside, but it also combines the mysteries of architecture and is built in the shape of a mountain path. Finally, a large magic array is set up to create the effect of "questioning the heart".

And this "road of self-examination" is actually not really used to identify spies and spyliners. To be precise, it would be a bit of a waste if it was used only for this purpose.

For immortals, the state of mind is definitely the most important part of the path to immortality.

If one's heart is restless, it is very easy to breed inner demons, and the slightest temptation may lead to depravity and sinking.

But if you have a clear conscience, you can kill as you please, march forward with great vigor, and then move forward courageously.

The problem is that human hearts are hard to predict, and it is even harder to see one's own true heart. Whether or not one has a psychological problem, it is not up to you or him to decide.

Just take this "road to self-examination".

In other words, ask yourself and interrogate your heart!
There is a saying that only by discovering the problem can we solve it, and only by facing our true heart can we find ways to live with a clear conscience.

From this perspective, three thousand merit points are really good value for money!
So, Chu Zhou has made his decision.

From now on, it will be fine for outer disciples, but if you want to enter the inner sect, you must go through this "road of self-examination".

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