This scene came too suddenly and caught everyone off guard. Su Bai was not prepared at all.
Fortunately, Su Bai was experienced and knowledgeable. This kind of thing did not affect his mind too much. It was just that the scene in front of him had changed from the graceful practice of swordsmanship to such an unbearable sight, which made him instinctively shocked. Then, Su Bai's mind became as still as water, and he keenly captured a dark cloud-like mark between the eyebrows of these men and women. These marks were not there before, and Su Bai was sure about this.
Passing through the video of these men and women doing it, the feeling was similar to the feeling of being in a 5D movie. It was as if he was there, but after watching it for a long time, there was nothing interesting to see, especially these female Taoist priests. When they wore Taoist robes and waved their swords, they looked a bit ethereal, but when they did that kind of thing after taking off their clothes, their bodies looked too thin and not very good-looking. This might have something to do with the diet of these Taoist priests and their occasional fasting.
When Su Bai walked past the small pavilion, the spring scene on the pavilion was still vividly playing. It was not that those men could last long. Su Bai also noticed that those men should still look a little immature, and from the analysis of the video, they were not old. In addition, Taoism was particular about consolidating one's corporeity. Thinking of the environment in the mountains, it was very difficult for them to come into contact with women. All of them were inexperienced and purely impatient.
However, doing it once or twice was almost enough. They had already done it seven or eight times in a row, which was already a little too much for their bodies. This further proved that, judging from this video recording, they should have been bewitched, causing them to start doing this kind of thing so crazily. Su Bai even thought that if they did it a few more times, their nether parts would probably bleed.
After passing the pavilion, they finally arrived at the main hall. It was a building that looked a little like a Daoist execution ground. Although it was covered with green tiles, it naturally exuded a Daoist aura, and it fitted in very naturally with the surrounding environment.
However, there was a wooden bridge from under Su Bai's feet to the hall.
Bridges were generally built for humans to cross places that were difficult to cross, such as rivers or valleys. But here, a wooden bridge was a wooden bridge. Below it was solid rock. At least from Su Bai's observation, there was no reason to build a bridge here.
Furthermore, it didn't look like it was going to be used for ornamental purposes.
In short, every place here might have a mystery. If one was not careful, he might really have a problem or even be doomed eternally. On this point, Su Bai was very clear. Although there was Fatso and his group in front of him, he was not 100% safe.
The wooden bridge was not very long, nor was it very high. it was about ten meters long. The height could not be estimated, because the bottom of the bridge was not hollow, but was solid.
But no matter what, this wooden bridge was the only way to reach that palace.
After a delay, Su Bai finally began to walk on the bridge. When he first stepped on it, there was nothing special. He continued to take two steps forward, and suddenly, Su Bai saw a thick fog rising in front of him.
Subconsciously, he took two steps back and Su Bai got off the bridge.
Looking ahead, there was no thick fog.
Licking his lips, Su Bai knew that there was no other way. He could only know that there was something wrong in front of him, and he had to force himself to move forward.
Once again on the bridge, this time Su Bai's speed was much faster. Similarly, thick fog also appeared and quickly wrapped around Su Bai.
As Su Bai walked, he found something wrong. It was just a bridge that was more than ten meters long, and he had almost walked for hundreds of meters. Why could he not see anything except under his feet and on both sides of the bridge railings?
At this time, a figure appeared in front of him. The figure was very fat, and his body was obviously fat.
This person's physical characteristics were too obvious. It was Fatso.
"Fatso?"
Su Bai shouted.
But the figure did not respond at all.
When Su Bai got closer, the figure was still so vague.
However, the closer he got to the figure, the heavier Su Bai felt that his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier. This kind of heaviness had a gradual rhythm, as if he suddenly had an additional inertia. The inertia was so strong that it was impossible for Su Bai to retreat at this time.
Fatso's figure was like a whirlpool, and the suction force was getting more and more terrible.
When the suction force reached its peak, Su Bai suddenly could not bear the pressure and knelt on the ground.
"Buzz!"
The thick fog around him disappeared in an instant.
Su Bai saw that it was not a wooden bridge under his feet, but a cement bridge.
He stood up and looked around. There were villages around him, and under the bridge was a river. There were a few boats in the river, and they were very old-fashioned boats.
While Su Bai was in a daze, on the opposite side of the bridge, a little fat boy was holding a popsicle in one hand and paper money in the other.
From the little fat boy's eyebrows, Su Bai could see that the fat boy should be Fatso when he was young.
Seeing this scene, Su Bai knew that he should have entered a memory world or a spiritual world. As for how this bridge intercepted or copied people's memories, Su Bai did not know.
However, Su Bai knew that he should now think of a way to get out of this damn spiritual world of Fatso's memory.
"Uncle, you dropped your money."
The little fat boy had walked in front of Su Bai at this time and pointed to the ground.
Su Bai ignored him and just smiled. He did not have any money on him. This damn Fatso's trick was too low-level. Of course, now that he saw that this was Fatso, who was estimated to be about ten years old, he was relieved.
The little fat boy saw that Su Bai was not fooled, so he did not say anything. He pursed his lips and prepared to leave.
When he walked to Su Bai's side, the little fat boy slammed his butt into Su Bai.
Su Bai had long been aware of the little Fatso's intentions, and he could not help but feel angry. If this was really the spiritual world of Fatso's memory, then Su Bai did have a reason to be angry. This cement bridge had no railings. It was two large steel plates joined together to span the bridge.
This was a relatively common bridge in the countryside ten years ago. Even now, there were still many such bridges.
The little fat boy slammed his butt into Su Bai, but Su Bai did not move. Instead, the little fat boy was bounced back by the reaction force. He staggered to the other side of the bridge. His body swayed as if he was about to fall to the ground.
Su Bai stretched out a hand and grabbed the back of Fatso's neck.
"It hurts … It hurts …"
"You're so young, yet you don't learn good things. Is there something wrong with your brain? This is murder."
Su Bai knew that Fatso was not a good person. Under his honest appearance, there was a ruthless heart. However, if Fatso had such a character since he was a child, then Su Bai really had to think about how to interact with Fatso in the future.
At such a young age, he wanted to knock people into the river because he failed to tease them. What if they drowned?
This wasn't something that could be brushed off as a naughty brat. In fact, in today's information age, a child in his early teens would know a lot more than an adult could imagine. Many of these were actually dirty and scary hearts hidden under the skin of a naughty brat.
The little fat boy immediately shouted, "I didn't hit a person. I hit a ghost."
Ghost?
Su Bai subconsciously looked at the soles of his feet and found that his feet were really hanging in the air. There was actually a gap of a few centimeters between his feet and the bridge.
"You ghost, how dare you come out in broad daylight and act presumptuously? I am the grandson of Stone Port Town's Old Gang Leader. Don't let my grandfather see you, or you're finished!"
"Oh, you're quite arrogant."
Su Bai smiled, carried Fatso off the bridge, and then threw him on the ground.
The little fat boy had previously called Old Gang Leader Grandpa, not because he was a gangster, but because it was a local saying. Old Gang Leader was generally a person who organized and connected with funerals. He was responsible for arranging some funerals and burial related matters. In the past, he was considered a folk Taoist priest.
Su Bai was thinking about how to get out of the mental world of Fatso's memory. Could he just kill him?
When this thought flashed through Su Bai's mind, the fat boy also felt the murderous intent in his eyes and immediately shrank his neck in fear. Obviously, he did not manage to beat his opponent into a ghost and ended up getting beaten up. Now, he did not have much courage left.
However, before Su Bai could think of a way to clean up the situation, an adult and a child walked over from the other side of the path.
Both of them were dressed in Tibetan clothing. The little boy's skin was very dark, and his nose bridge was very high. He walked very steadily, while the adult looked a little old.
"Grandpa, when are we going home?"
"Isn't this place good?"
"No, I miss the mountains at home, and I miss the eagles at home."
"Haha, good child. Wait here for your grandpa for a while. When grandpa comes back, I'll take you home."
"Okay."
The little Tibetan boy stood where he was, while the old man went on the bridge, crossed it, and disappeared from sight.
Su Bai looked at the little Tibetan boy. The more he looked, the more he felt that they looked alike. Apart from the big difference in skin color, they seemed to be carved from the same mold.
Just as Su Bai was about to open his mouth and ask a few questions, another little monk walked over from the bridge. The little monk had a very cute bald head and was wearing a cyan kasaya. He held Buddha beads in his left hand and a bowl for begging alms in his right.
However, the bowl was not filled with vegetarian food, but coins and paper money.
The little monk tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but every time his gaze fell on the bowl in his hand, the corners of his eyes could not help but twitch.
Obviously, he felt that he looked like this.
He looked like a beggar.
