After the aftershocks, when the fire stopped erupting magma, Fu Shiyi and his party carefully dropped from the cliff to the fire island.
There is nothing else on Fire Island except the flaming crystal persimmon tree and the palace covering an area of more than 30 acres.
When Fu Shi passed by the weeds that were as high as her shoulders, she discovered that there were no traces of magma ravaging the island. It seemed that this fire island must have been equipped with a formation to isolate the ground fire.
The palace on the island faces north and south. Facing them is an outer wall and two iron doors.
The iron gate was already rusty and covered with spider webs.
"Squeak"
The iron door was not locked and opened when pushed.
The palace shrouded in mist slowly emerged:
The phoenix spreads its wings on the cornices carved from sandalwood, the floating windows carved from blue tiles, and the wall panels made of jade. At the end of a straight road, a huge square sinks slowly with jade steps, and there is a huge sacrificial altar in the center. A straight pillar on the stage is carved with lifelike dragon patterns, far away from the phoenix on the palace.
"Qionglou Yuyu is simply the reappearance of the fairy palace!"
While Fu Shiyi was sighing, a breeze blew in from outside the door, and then the cornices, green tiles, and floating windows in front of her turned into dust.
A palace disappeared in an instant, leaving only a pile of dust.
"This...is it weathered?"
Fu Shiyi was dumbfounded.
The eighth uncle was not surprised and just sighed with regret:
"It seems that this palace must be quite old. The reason why it has been able to stand still is thanks to the protection of this outer wall."
After hearing this, Fu Shiyi stepped forward and carefully inspected the mottled and old stone wall, and saw that there were indeed traces of runes on it.
After entering the iron gate, Fu Shiyi and others searched around the palace, but found nothing, leaving only footprints on the ground. Everyone who came here in excitement was a little discouraged.
"Eighth uncle, why don't we clean up the dust on the ground and check the floor?"
You can't always leave empty-handed.
The Eighth Uncle and others naturally agreed, and they all showed their magical powers, but it still took the five of them two hours to clean up the more than thirty acres of dust.
The floor paved with fine white jade was revealed, and a warm light shone on it.
Fu Shiyi was responsible for searching the north floor.
"Hey, the floor temperature here seems to be much higher than other places."
Fu Shiyi stopped and waved his sleeves to blow away the remaining dust on the floor, only to see complicated runes carved on it. Fu Shiyi didn't recognize him, but Uncle San felt that he looked familiar:
"It's a bit like the golden flame formation that isolates the fire poison from the earth's fire, but it's not quite like it."
When it comes to formations, the third grandfather and the fourth grandfather in the clan are the best at it. The group found nothing else, so the eighth uncle planned to go back to the clan and ask the third grandfather to come down the mountain.
Uncle Twelve also returned to Yanyang Mulin.
Fu Shiyi felt that her grandfather would be refining the Blood Spirit Pill next and would be teaching on-site. Then she would not be free for a while, so she thought about building the residence in Termite Hill first.
Fu Da was supposed to arrive at Guyaju from Nanshan County a month ago, but he wrote back that he fell seriously ill during the trip, so he was delayed.
I guess I will be home soon in the next few days.
Fu Shiyi and Sanniang had built a small courtyard in Yanyang before, so they were much more skilled in building houses, but she planned to build a stone wall to surround the six acres of sycamore and bamboo trees first.
More than two years. Under the water of the spiritual spring, the sycamore bamboo has grown to Fu Shiyi's waist height.
The sycamore bamboo is much shorter than ordinary bamboo, but there are many slender branches growing on the poles. Its blade-like leaves are said to be used to make musical instruments, and the tunes they play are as effective as the incense to calm the mind.
The most important thing is that white bollworms have begun to breed in the six acres of sycamore bamboo soil.
At least she no longer has to worry about the feed for those Huoyun chickens.
Less than two days after Fu Shiyi and Sanniang built the wall, Fu Da, who had lost a lot of weight, finally returned after a long journey, and at the same time he brought back the spiritual rice and chaff that Feng Qiqi had prepared for her.
"Thank you for your hard work, Fu Da. I can just move the things. You are seriously ill and your body is weak. Go back and wash up and rest."
Fu Shiyi originally wanted to tell him about letting Shenyi come over to take care of the bamboo forest. Seeing that he was mentally weak, he thought about waiting until his body recovered.
After moving the things in, Fu Shiyi handed Fu Da's wife a small bottle of Huanyu honey and asked her to make a cup of it in the morning and evening for Fu Da's health.
After dinner, Fu Shiyi saw that Sanniang had returned to Yanyang courtyard, so he gave his third uncle a look, and the two of them walked to the red marrow rice field one after another.
After the third uncle cast the sound isolation spell, Fu Shiyi told the other party the thoughts he had compiled over the past two days. After hearing this, San Bo was slightly excited:
"Eleven, do you mean to tell the old man about our silkworm raising in the abandoned village?"
"right"
Fu Shixi nodded and said:
"Third Uncle, after much thought, I feel that we still have to tell the old man about the dojo we found. Although the magic stone has been taken back by Namo Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, the coffin in the ear room of the ruined temple is too weird. We can’t guarantee that something will come out of it in the future.”
As soon as the incident in the dojo is mentioned, the old man will definitely go down to check, and then the mulberry leaves of the Lingmulberry tree will not be plucked.
San Bo's expression suddenly changed, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile:
"Ever since I got the pair of golden silkworm eggs, I have been thinking about using them to reproduce in exchange for spiritual stones. Decades have passed, but it has become a knot in my heart. I almost made a big mistake when I was old, eleven. , you have considered this matter correctly."
The third uncle looked at Fu Shiyi happily:
"The occurrence of the strange soul-collecting tree in the Wu family's ancestral grave serves as a lesson for the future. We must not ignore the family's centuries-old heritage for our own selfish desires."
Fu Shiyi felt relieved when he saw that Third Uncle had no objection.
Regarding the matter of him and his third uncle raising spiritual silkworms, no matter what her grandfather did, she would happily accept it.
At this time, the moon had climbed over the treetops. Fu Shiyi and Sanbo headed back to Yanyang Courtyard. When they approached the Zhulou House, they heard quarrels coming from Fu Da and his wife's room on the first floor:
In the room, Fu Da was walking around impatiently, while Fu Da's wife was leaning on the bedpost crying so hard that she was out of breath:
"You heartless person, I finally got such a job for my son from Aunt Eleven, but you don't even want to praise me, but you gave me a scolding from Tou Tou, why is my life so miserable? Ah, marrying a person like you who can kill a thousand swords... Wuwuwu"
"You still have the nerve to cry! When I left a year ago, I told you not to mention this matter to Eleven Aunt. It's better for you to cut it off first and tell it later. You still ignored me! If you do this, do you know the consequences? The whole clan will poke our spines and scold us for being greedy for glory and disregarding filial piety and justice. You said, from now on, how can you let me and Sheng Yi have the dignity to gain a foothold in the clan?"
Fu Da's wife stopped crying and suddenly stood up:
"Others say it's because they are jealous and can't grab such a good job. Besides, we live this life by ourselves. As long as we have a clear conscience, it doesn't matter what others say. Let Shenyi enter Guya Residence as an errand. During the New Year, My father-in-law, brother-in-law, younger siblings, and your younger sister and brother-in-law all agreed. As a family, if we work together, we can make life better and better. We are not those sour scholars, so why should we stick to those red tapes."
The argument inside the house continued.
Fu Shiyi listened for a while and then left.
She didn't expect that Fu Da's wife, who was usually docile and kind, had an idea.
On the second day, Fu Shiyi had just finished breakfast, but unexpectedly, his grandfather, third grandfather, and fourth grandfather arrived at Guyaju in advance.
