Perhaps because of what happened to Lin Erliang, even late at night in the Heavenly Prison, there were still many people carrying swords and walking on the pear blossom path in the courtyard.
Nan Dao held a black umbrella and stood outside the half-open door that was meant to allow fellow Heavenly Prisoners to return to their souls, watching from a distance the Heavenly Prisoners who were shuttled among them.
many people.
So Nan Dao watched from a distance for a long time.
There is some water in the puddles in the Divine Sea.
But it's not enough for him to use for a long time.
Fortunately, I had thought about this issue before coming here.
So Nan Dao held up an umbrella, carried the two swords behind his back, and limped toward the gate of Heavenly Prison.
He raised his hand and pressed on the door, slowly pushing it open.
The pear blossoms all over the courtyard were flying in the air as the heavy door opened.
A dozen heavenly wardens noticed the movement and turned their heads from all directions.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and raised one hand as if to salute.
But not a salute.
He wouldn't ask politely - where is Di Qianjun and can I kill him?
It's Taoism.
The ancient Taoist scroll in the sea of gods was opened again. Perhaps because the shallow puddle in Nandao was not enough to support this Taoist technique, the Taoist scroll stopped at a certain page, and then the Taoist texts on it were slowly separated. The scroll flew out of the divine sea.
At the same time, there was a thunder in the divine sea.
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, looking pale but peaceful, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't pay attention to these things.
He raised his hand to make a hand gesture in front of him, and before the eyes of the heavenly wardens fell on him, he said four words.
"A small country with few people."
Chapter 80 of Five Thousand Words of Green Ox.
In a small country with few people, there are few weapons but they are not used, and the people die again and do not move far away. Although there are boats and carriages, there is nothing to ride on them; although there are armor and soldiers, there is nothing to display them; they have people re-knotting ropes and using them. Enjoy your food, enjoy your clothes, live comfortably, and be happy with your customs. Neighboring countries look at each other, hear the sound of cocks and dogs, and the people do not interact with each other until old age and death.
The sound of the four words was not loud, but when it hit the ground, it shook countless pear blossoms.
White flowers are flying in the black courtyard, and the world seems to have become smaller.
A certain heavenly warden standing under a pear tree with a knife thought this way.
Just now he heard some noises, so he looked back, but saw nothing. It was as if the door had been blown open by the wind, and the pear blossoms fell to the ground.
The pear blossom path under your feet became extremely wide, and the open space under the pear trees was as wide as the entire yard.
So, is the world getting smaller or the yard getting bigger?
The Heavenly Prisoner held the knife and held his chin on the side of the road, thinking.
So everyone fell into a trance, standing in their own small and large kingdom, thinking.
No one noticed the extremely pale young man carrying two swords on his back and holding a black umbrella, walking through the pear blossom paths towards the depths of the inner courtyard of the Heavenly Prison.
The door to the inner courtyard was open, and some candles hung under the pear tree, illuminating the entire courtyard.
Nan Dao swept past the meditating Heavenly Jailers, and then landed on the three paths ahead.
The middle path leads to the underground prison, where Lin Erliang was sitting on the stone steps yesterday, waiting for someone to arrive.
Go to the path on the left, and under the moon door are written the words "Supervisory Council".
To the right is naturally the Prison Prison.
Heavenly Prison has existed for more than nine hundred years, and its structure is still extremely simple.
Monitor, torture, and then send him to death.
There will be no other responsibilities for those who go to heaven.
Nan Dao looked back at the Taoist inscriptions hidden among the pear blossoms on the ground. The Taoist inscriptions were golden, but the light on them was slowly fading.
When the golden light disappears, those Taoist texts will return to the Taoist scrolls, and the Taoism will disappear accordingly.
If Nandao is not in the Taoist realm, if his divine sea is still full.
Maybe it could last a little longer.
Unfortunately there is no if.
So Nan Dao looked at the three roads and thought quickly.
He didn't know where Di Qianjun was hidden.
After some contemplation, Nandao headed left.
Since the Heavenly Prison has conducted an investigation, there will naturally be some documented records in the Overwatch Council.
If Di Qianjun is not found, burn those files first.
The face under Nan Dao's black umbrella was extremely pale, like a ghost wandering through the night, as he headed towards the Overwatch Council with a sword on his back.
The door to the Overwatch Council was closed.
On the corridor outside the courtyard, there were several heavenly wardens holding their chins in a daze.
Nan Dao passed through them.
He pushed open the door and walked in.
Someone seemed to notice something and looked over blankly, but saw nothing.
It's just an extremely long and deep corridor.
Nan Dao was silent as soon as he entered the door.
Because Di Qianjun was lying opposite the door as quiet as death.
Nan Dao looked around cautiously.
There was nothing, just countless case files arranged haphazardly.
Because Ximen walked away, the patrol officials who followed did not have time to sort them out one by one, so they moved them all in at nightfall and piled them in the corner.
Nan Dao returned his gaze to Di Qianjun.
The southern dispatcher of Heavenly Prison, who was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns, looked pale and was indeed seriously injured.
When the Divine Sea is blocked, he is indeed a powerful figure who can resist Lin Erliang's will without dying.
If it were the past.
Such a person probably wouldn't die so cowardly here.
But there is no if.
It's destiny.
Nan Dao thought nothing of it.
He just calmly pulled out the Peach Blossom Sword from behind. He raised it high above his head, and then stabbed it down with a sword.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been playing cards for a long time, squatted on the street corner and gnawed on a cold rice ball - stolen from the kitchen of a card parlor owner.
He seemed to sense something and glanced towards the west of the city, but didn't pay attention.
It was just when a young man in that hell said the words "a small country with few people".
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped swallowing, raised his hand to remove a grain of rice stuck to his face, and raised his eyebrows to look at that spot.
But he sighed again and said to himself: "The great road, the great road."
He buried his head and continued to eat the rice balls.
Not long after, the smell of something burning seemed to come from the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu finished eating the rice ball, then looked at Chengxi, smelling the burning smell, and muttered: "Oo, I got burned twice in a row, so unlucky."
Sighing, he stood up and wandered unsteadily on the street, perhaps starting the second half of the battle.
Battle at the card table.
"Of course Ximen won't be so stupid, junior brother."
...
When the fire burned into the small country of those dazed heavenly wardens, Nan Dao had already left far away with his sword on his back.
He never thought it would be so smooth.
Just like he was sitting at the card table.
There was also a card game on the wind terrace of Xuanxuyuan.
There were only three people.
Although three are short of one, the three of them are still playing quite interestingly.
Yun Huzhidao held the Yaoji in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and then replaced it with a Sanwan.
"bump!"
Chen He chuckled.
Yunhu smiled and shook his head.
Cao Weiying rarely sat upright. She put the wine gourd aside and hadn't drank from it for a long time.
He has never played cards before, so he is still learning the rules out of curiosity.
Although Yun Huzhi is known as a comprehensive reader of classics and has read many books teaching people how to play cards, his skills at the card table are not bad.
Only Chen He was better.
So only Chen He won some money.
While Chen He grabbed the cards from the table, he looked at Cao Weiying and asked, "Don't you guys know how to play cards?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "No, they just learned how to make wine before, and they have just solved the problem of food and clothing. Playing cards is too luxurious."
Nanyi City is naturally rich.
Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people playing cards.
Cao Weiying saw things very clearly.
But Yun Huzhi on the side was a little confused.
But it wasn't this hand that he didn't understand.
But when did Chen He get a distant relative named Cao Weiying.
Then at nightfall today, the two of them came to him, saying they had some questions and wanted to ask him. After they pulled him to the card table, they didn't say anything. They just taught him how to play cards and the other learned how to play cards.
After the round was over, Yunhu finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He looked at Cao Weiying and asked curiously: "Didn't you say you wanted to ask some questions?"
Cao Weiying patted her head and said, "Sorry, I was busy learning to play cards and forgot."
Yunhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What does this have to do with playing cards?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said, "Because this problem may require a lot of computing power, I want to see if you can calculate it well."
"..."
Yunhu remained silent for a long time before saying, "So that's it."
Cao Weiying picked up the wine gourd that had been neglected for a long time, took a sip, and then said slowly: "Mr. Yunhu is from Huangliang?"
Yunhu nodded.
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "I saw some interesting things today, but there are many things I don't understand very well, so I want to ask sir for advice."
"Please speak." Yun Huzhi made a gesture of invitation.
"In the path of witches and ghosts, there are small witches, big witches, and spiritual witches. What's next?" Cao Weiying asked humbly.
Yunhu thought for a while and said: "According to ancient books, above the witches are the partial gods of the world, and then there are the gods of heaven and earth. Both of them belong to ghosts and gods."
"That's it." Cao Weiying said softly, looking at the night outside Tingfeng Tower, thinking about the things in the twilight that he saw at the top of the city today, and pondered for a long time.
Chen He did not disturb the two of them, and slipped aside to lie down and rest.
Yunhu didn't know it and looked at Cao Weiying quietly.
After a long time, Cao Weiying asked: "I heard from Chen He that sir, can you calculate the trend of Taoist practice?"
Yun Huzhi waved his hand and said, "It's just a superficial view."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "How can it be regarded as a superficial view if it can be regarded as a great way?"
Yunhu didn't seem to care about Cao Weiying's praise, but asked curiously: "Does this have anything to do with what I asked before?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "I want sir to calculate the upward trend of the way of witches and ghosts."
Yunhu scratched his head and seemed to understand something: "You want to count ghosts and gods?"
Cao Weiying nodded and said calmly: "Yes."
Yunhu thought for a long time and said: "In fact, the calculation is possible, but it may not be accurate. After all, everything is solved through mathematical models, and the solution obtained is naturally not unique. Just like the great road that I have calculated for so many years, I have not found it yet. The most accurate and only solution.”
"It's fine if you can do the math." Cao Weiying looked at Yun Huzhidao with a slight smile.
"But something is missing."
"What is missing?"
"The Huangliang Witch Ghost is not like Huai'an Avenue, which is visible in the world and everything can be known. Even though the Huangliang Courtyard is covered with yellow beams, there are still many missing data records." Yunhu Shizi sighed and said, "The most important thing is that there is a lack of A complete observable numerical trend route to the witch.”
Cao Weiying stood up, walked to the edge of the stage and drank wine. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Sir, give me three days."
Yun Huzi was stunned for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do in three days?"
Cao Weiying turned around and looked at Yun Hu Wenzhu, and said with a smile: "In three days, I will give Mr. a spiritual wizard for reference."
Yun Hu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Cao Weiying was going to do.
Is it possible to go to Huangliang to catch a spiritual witch?
...
When Nan Dao limped back to Xuanshuyuan, holding an umbrella, the card game here had already ended.
Yun Huzhi and Cao Weiying were both gone. Only Chen He was still writing something furiously at the table.
Nan Dao walked over with his sword on his back and felt very strange when he looked at the mahjong table that appeared on the listening platform.
"Why is there an extra mahjong table here?"
Chen He raised his head, glanced at Nan Dao, smiled, then lowered his head and wrote something on the paper.
"Because we were playing cards before."
"Playing cards? With whom?"
"I don't know if the grass is like a firefly or there is a cloud."
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Can we fight even if we are short of three?"
Chen He said with a smile: "Just playing around."
"..." Nan Dao walked to the wind listening platform with his sword on his back and sat down. It seemed that the fire lit in the west could still be seen in the night.
Looking from the south of the city, you can't actually see the situation on the other side of the Heavenly Prison.
It was only Nandao who had done those things, and there were always some associations.
It was just a lantern hanging outside some courtyard.
Thinking about Di Qianjun's death, Nan Dao's heart that had been hanging around finally relaxed a little, and it seemed that even the wind under the night had some refreshing breath.
After the wind blew for a long time, Nan Dao looked back at Chen He, who was still writing furiously, and asked curiously: "What are you writing?"
Chen He stopped writing, tilted his head and looked at the bamboo forest, and said: "The story of a young man who was angry and fought a bloody battle in heaven?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
"How did you write it?"
Chen He sorted out the papers, turned the first page, and read it from the beginning.
"Well... the young man sharpened his sword all night, went out in the night with the sword, and fought all the way from the south to the west of the city. He was humiliated by various characters in the Heavenly Prison in turn. Finally, he broke out and killed the entire Heavenly Prison with the sword. ..."
Chen He concluded, and then saw Nan Dao looking a little strange.
"This is what I guessed when I went out today and heard the discussions among the people in Nanyi City. Isn't it wrong?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, then asked: "How strong is the boy you wrote?"
Chen He smiled and said, "Same as you."
Nan Dao sighed and said: "There are a lot of people in the Heavenly Prison who are in the Dao Realm and the Small Dao Realm. Your young man was afraid that he would be hacked to death on the street just after he went out with a sword in his hand."
Chen He said with a smile: "It's okay, no one else knows about it anyway. But by the way, you disappeared halfway through sharpening your sword last night. I didn't even see you at Jingsi Lake. Are those things about Heaven's Prison really true?" Didn't you do it?"
Nan Dao said softly: "I do have this idea."
"Who is that?"
"Lin Erliang." Nan Dao looked at Chen He and said strangely, "Didn't you listen to their discussion?"
Chen He scratched his head and said, "I didn't finish listening. This guy Cao Weiying dragged me around. I don't know what he was looking at. I didn't even sell a few pieces of tofu today."
"Okay." Nan Dao said.
Chen He remembered something, looked at Nan Dao and asked, "Then where did you go tonight?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said: "Lin Erliang didn't finish some things last night, so I went to finish them."
Chen He thought for a while and guessed what Nan Dao was doing.
"Killed secretly?"
"Killed secretly."
Chen He shook his head and said, "This is too unrestrained."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the night. For a long time, he could not recover.
"Being chic means leaving some room to spare." Nan Dao said calmly, "I am just a young man who has entered the Taoist realm. It is difficult to be chic in this world."
Nanyi City is an extremely important place both in human history and now.
In a place like this, the young man who was forced to stand opposite Tian Yu naturally seemed extremely embarrassed.
Chen He looked at Nan Dao who looked calm and asked him a question.
"Are you really from the twelfth floor?"
Nan Dao sat in the night holding an umbrella. The peach blossom sword scabbard he carried behind him still had some blood stains that had not been wiped clean. Hearing this question from Chen He behind him, Nan Dao was silent for a long time.
"Yes."
Nan Dao did not deny it.
After finishing speaking, Nan Dao turned his head, wanting to see the expression on Chen He's face.
Chen He just looked at Nan Dao curiously.
It seemed like he was just asking some vegetable seller on the street.
"Is this cabbage you're selling?"
"Yes."
So Chen He began to study whether the cabbage was fresh or not.
"This is the first time I have seen someone who can clearly say that he is on the twelfth floor." Chen He walked to Nan Dao and said softly.
Nan Dao thought, of course I am sober, Nan Dao is the one who is in chaos, but I am not Nan Dao, I am Taohua.
"Have you ever seen someone unconscious before?"
Nan Dao looked at Chen He beside him and asked.
Chen He said with a smile: "I don't know, but wandering around in the world, who dares to say that he has never met such a person? It's just that the people he met don't know, and neither do we."
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
Chen He seemed to be thinking about a certain problem. He looked at the South Island for a long time and then looked out at the night.
"I heard that people on the twelfth floor all want to become immortals." Chen He organized the words with a somewhat sad face. "Becoming an immortal" is a very unfamiliar word that has not yet been spread in the world, just like the great path began many years ago. When you appear in the human world, when people talk about cultivating the Tao, they have to think carefully about it for a long time. "I don't know what it means to become an immortal. Is it probably to go to a very high place?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Go to the sky."
"What are you going to heaven for?"
"Go and have a look." Nan Dao raised his head and looked over the edge of the umbrella at the sky that had been obscured for many years. "Look what's there, what determines such a painful fate."
Chen He then understood.
The South Island has been under the umbrella for many years.
Living under an umbrella, there will always be some pain and confusion.
So I wanted to take a look.
Very simple reason.
Because I don’t understand.
