Alright, Little Fatso, Little Gyatso, and the little monk were all here.
Su Bai did not know if this was Fatso's mental world of memories or someone else's. Or were they intertwined?
In that case, could he also see himself when he was a child?
Looking around, Su Bai could not see himself. This inevitably made him feel a little disappointed, because he thought that if Gyatso appeared with his grandfather holding his hand, then if he appeared when he was a child, it should be his mother holding his hand.
When the three children's eyes met, Su Bai suddenly felt that his body began to become lighter and lighter. It was so light that he could not imagine it. Su Bai felt that he was floating, floating higher and higher.
Below, the three children kept staring at him. They all raised their heads, as if they were still talking and communicating, but Su Bai could not hear them at all.
When Su Bai floated to the clouds, he saw on the bridge below, a gentle and intellectual woman holding the hand of a well-dressed little boy walking over.
Su Bai's lips moved, but he still did not call out that name.
After so many years, Su Bai did not expect that the closest he would see her would be in such a place.
Above the clouds, thick fog shrouded.
Soon, a wooden bridge appeared under Su Bai's feet. On both sides, there were wooden bridge railings.
Su Bai's mind was still filled with the image of the woman holding the little boy. His heart was agitated, and he could not calm down for a long time. However, he still walked forward instinctively. This time, he did not walk hundreds of meters without crossing the bridge like before. Instead, he walked two or three steps and walked off the bridge.
In front of him was the entrance of the Green Tile Daoist Temple. Su Bai held the rock wall with one hand and covered his chest with the other. He gritted his teeth and kept breathing deeply. He forced himself to hold back the tears in his eyes.
This was not the time to be sentimental. Even in the real world, Su Bai would not shed a tear when he went to pay respects to his parents' tombstones during Tomb-Sweeping Day.
He let out a long sigh and completely calmed his emotions. Turning around, Su Bai saw the bridge pier behind him. There were words on the bridge pier. Su Bai could not understand them, but when he looked back at the bridge, some things naturally became clear. This bridge should be able to record some memories of people who passed this bridge. It seemed that Fatso, Gyatso, and the monk had already passed.
Were they in the palace in front of them?
First, it was the wordless tombstone, followed by the demon snake in the lotus pond, and then this wooden bridge. This Daoist execution ground of Hidden-dragon Mountain had fully displayed its extraordinariness.
In front of him, the most mysterious and most likely place with the good stuff was already in front. Su Bai's heart was not filled with passion for treasure. Instead, he had a deep sense of unease.
The unease stemmed from what he saw and felt along the way, especially the men and women in the gazebo.
No matter how he looked at it, it did not look like the scene of a so-called true Daoist execution ground. It was even more Tantric than Tantric Buddhism.
Taking a step forward, Su Bai was getting closer to the door of the temple. However, the unease in his heart kept rising.
He placed his palm on the door. The door was very tall and huge. It had been opened not long ago and there were traces of it.
Pushing the door open, a smell of decay that had been sealed for a long time hit him.
Sure enough, this training hall was either abandoned, or some accident had happened to it.
"You're here."
At this moment, a very weak voice entered Su Bai's ears.
The person was behind the door, leaning against it. When Su Bai walked in, he was less than five meters away from Su Bai.
It was Gyatso.
At this moment, Gyatso was in an even more miserable state than when he fought with Su Bai. His only remaining arm was almost bent and rested weakly on his torso. There was a huge bloody hole in his chest. Blood kept flowing out, and even the beating of his heart could be vaguely seen.
His legs were pierced by a long spear, like two pieces of pork belly on a bamboo stick.
Su Bai walked over and squatted down in front of Gyatso.
"You're not dead yet. Your vitality is really terrifying."
Su Bai really did not know how to console people with sentimental words. He was really familiar with hitting people when they were down.
Gyatso was not in the mood to bicker with Su Bai. Right now, all his energy was focused on prolonging his life. If an ordinary person suffered such a serious injury, they would have died long ago even if they had two lives. However, Gyatso did not. This eminent monk from Tibet had a willpower that was as lofty as a mountain.
At this moment, death might actually be a kind of release.
A person wearing the uniform of the Jin family was lying on the side. His helmet had been smashed and his head had exploded. However, there was no blood flowing out. Su Bai could tell that this should be the so-called Golden Armored Warrior of Taoism. However, no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a zombie puppet wearing armor. It looked sacred and bright on the outside, but it was extremely dirty on the inside.
Su Bai reached out and took off the helmet, revealing a hideous head. The head had already caved in, and there was a hole inside. However, mercury was still flowing out.
"Mercury Zombie," Su Bai said.
Gyatso nodded. "Yes, Mercury Zombie."
Mercury Zombie would choose a person with great grievances and first tie him up. Then, a hole would be opened at the back of the head and mercury would be poured in while the person was still alive. This would cause the person to suffer unimaginable torture. Even if the person died midway, the soul would not be able to escape. It would definitely continue to be imprisoned in the body and then fixed with some spells. In the end, it would become a Mercury Zombie. Usually, this kind of corpse would only appear in the tombs of ancient nobles and generals. They were the tomb guardians.
When the Red Eyebrow Army rose up and dug up the tombs of Emperor Wu of Han and Lv Zhi, there were two Mercury Zombies in Lv Zhi's tomb. The Red Eyebrow Army suffered heavy losses when they dug up the tomb. In the end, in order to vent their anger and avenge their dead brothers, the Red Eyebrow Army took out Lv Zhi's corpse and raped it one by one.
"What kind of Taoist execution ground is this?" Su Bai teased. "Even the Mercury Zombie has come out. Could there be an old Zombie King or a Taoist Immortal inside?"
"The location that the fox sensed is here. The baby is right in front. It's not far away," Gyatso said.
"Fatso and the monk have already gone forward. Are you going to leave you here alone?"
"You don't have to pretend to be kind."
"Hehe." Su Bai clapped his hands and smiled. "Should I stay here with you and wait for them to bring the child out before leaving together, or should I follow them?"
"You can stay here to protect me," Gyatso looked at Su Bai. "But I know you won't do that."
"Don't be so direct. How can we happily stab each other in the back in the future?"
Su Bai took out a small bottle and passed it to Gyatso.
"This is the Red Pill that you gave me previously. You can also replenish your blood and Qi."
Su Bai grabbed a handful and brought it to Gyatso's mouth.
Gyatso did not stand on ceremony and swallowed it all.
"Don't worry. I won't die before you guys return."
Su Bai shook his head and placed the small bottle beside Gyatso before continuing to walk in.
The hall was very big. This was only the entrance. As he walked further, there were many statues of immortals.
These statues were not as crude as the statues of gods that Su Bai had seen in the real world. The statues here were all vivid and lifelike.
Ten minutes later, Su Bai arrived at the exit of the hall. There were many side halls and training rooms. Su Bai did not enter any of them. At this time, it would be too easy to think of getting some unexpected fortune.
Walking out of the hall, there was a cliff in front of him. On the edge of the cliff, there was a thatched hut.
This could be considered to be the end.
Su Bai had a hunch that the child should be in the thatched hut.
However, the scene outside the thatched hut was a bit alarming. There were broken limbs and wreckage everywhere. These corpses were all zombies. To be able to beat the zombies like this, it was enough to show the intensity of the battle here.
There was a knife inserted into the rock wall beside the thatched hut. On the knife, there was a person. Fatso was nailed to it.
His eyes were closed and there was no sound.
When Su Bai walked over, he almost thought that Fatso was dead. However, Fatso seemed to sense the arrival of Su Bai. He actually slowly opened his eyes. He was actually using the Taoist Turtle Breathing Technique.
"Not dead?" Su Bai asked.
"Soon." Fatso replied.
"If I were you, I would just walk out like this." Su Bai said.
"I'm not you. Besides, this knife has suppressed my soul. If I force my way out, even if my body doesn't die, my soul will be annihilated first."
"Where's the monk?"
"In the house."
Su Bai pursed his lips. "How long have you been in there?"
"More than an hour." Fatso smiled. "It doesn't matter if you come or not. We're all dead anyway."
"I'll try."
"Come early to accompany me."
Su Bai walked past Fatso and walked to the front of the thatched hut. He pushed the door open.
The layout of the thatched hut was very simple. It was antique.
The monk sat at a table.
There was a painting hanging on the opposite side of the table.
In the painting was the old man that Su Bai had seen. The style of the painting was no different from the one that Su Bai had seen hanging on the wall in the inn in the small town to ward off evil spirits. However, in this painting, there was an additional boy playing at the feet of the old man. He looked very cute.
When Su Bai entered, the monk's gaze did not even turn. He continued to chant the scriptures with his palms pressed together, as if he was discussing Buddhism with the person in the painting. However, when Su Bai walked around from behind, he saw that the monk's back was already drenched. It was not sweat, but blood.
There were even a few eagles quietly standing on the chair behind the monk. From time to time, they would bite off a piece of meat from the monk's back and swallow it.
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