In another location on Dadi Mountain, there is a very strange pair.
It was an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with long hair and a bun on the top of his head. A wooden hairpin was fixed casually, and some scattered hair was swaying in the wind. The Taoist robe on his body was not tattered, but there were patches of deep hair. Black old dirt.
A young man, holding a bell in his hand, followed closely behind.
The old Taoist walked briskly, still walking on flat ground in the mountains and forests, humming and mumbling, staggering from time to time, his cloudy eyes looked like he was not very awake, but suddenly he stopped again, and his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, showing a smile.
He closed his sleeves and broke off a flower branch. Among the pink and white flowers were blooming yellow stamens. He put it under his nose and smelled it, and smiled even more happily.
"Smells! It smells so good! Little blacksmith, would you like to smell it?"
The young man following the old Taoist laughed and cooperated. He walked up and smelled it: "It really smells good. No wonder you are called Taoist Zhehua. You are so elegant."
"HaHaha!" The old man was very satisfied with the young man's reaction. He carefully put the broken flower branches into his sleeves and continued walking forward.
"Taoist Master, we have been wandering around the barrier in this mountain forest for a long time, but the bell has never rang. Could it be that...we are looking in the wrong direction?" The young man followed up and asked.
"No rush, no rush!" The old Taoist waved his hand as if he didn't care at all.
The young man who was called "Little Blacksmith" said helplessly: "But now, more and more people are coming to Dadi Mountain."
"That's right!" the old Taoist priest explained, "Even if we find the door, we can't go in."
"Hmm? Still waiting?"
"Of course!" the old Taoist laughed. "It's true that we have the key, but once the door is opened, it cannot be closed. If we can go in, others can also go in."
The little blacksmith's face changed slightly: "Then...how long will it take?"
"When the scene is chaotic enough." Lao Dao said slowly.
The little blacksmith thought and realized something.
"Taoist Master, you are saying that the forerunners of Daxia are now focusing their attention here. Once the door into the barrier is opened, they will feel the fluctuations? So... we have to wait for their attention to come from here. Only when we move away can we take action?"
"Good!" The old Taoist priest grinned and gave an affirmative reply.
The little blacksmith nodded slightly and felt relieved.
He continued walking forward, focusing on the bell in his hand.
After walking a few steps, the little blacksmith suddenly asked: "Taoist Priest, actually, I have always wanted to ask you a question."
"Tell me."
"Why do you want to join the divine fire?" asked the little blacksmith.
He has not been a member of Shenhuo for a long time, and he has not had much contact with the old Taoist priests. In his eyes, the old Taoist priests do have some immortal spirit and are powerful.
When the old Taoist priest heard this question, he turned to look at the young blacksmith and laughed: "Because, Tao!"
"road?"
"Little blacksmith, do you know what Tao is?"
The little blacksmith shook his head blankly.
"The physical is called the weapon, the metaphysical is the Tao." The old Taoist muttered softly, then shook his head, "It's too troublesome, my Tao is different, my Tao is casual, it can pour down, or it can be raging. Burning can bloom with light, or it can swallow everything..."
The little blacksmith was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but said, "What is that?"
"have no idea."
"You don't know?"
"Yes, my way is everywhere, so divine fire is suitable for me."
The little blacksmith wanted to roll his eyes.
The old Taoist priest kept talking for a long time, but he didn't understand a word anyway.
At this moment, the old Taoist priest suddenly stopped.
"Taoist Priest?"
"Shh, don't talk, just listen..."
"Listen...what are you listening to?" The little blacksmith was slightly startled.
The old Taoist priest grinned, laughed, and suddenly ran in a different direction.
The little blacksmith was a little confused, but now, the two of them were bound together. Since the old Taoist priest left, he naturally had to follow.
After running for about three minutes, the little blacksmith finally heard a small sound.
"Help...help...Is there anyone?"
The voice was very small. The little blacksmith looked at the old Taoist priest running in front and was greatly surprised.
They were far apart just now, but the old Taoist priest actually heard this?
Master! He is indeed an expert!
And looking at the old Taoist priest rushing towards him in a hurry, the little blacksmith felt warm in his heart.
It's no wonder he was the Taoist priest, but he was so anxious just after hearing the cry for help.
Be compassionate!
The little blacksmith has met a lot of Shenhuo people since he joined Shenhuo, but he has always kept to himself, because the people he has met are a bit strange, and his style of doing things also makes him very unhappy. If it weren't for the promise of Shenhuo when he was recruited, he would have left this dirty place long ago.
When he saw the old Taoist priest, he felt that this Taoist priest was different from the others in Shenhuo.
Now it seems that it is indeed the case!
"It turns out that even in the darkest places, you can see light." He murmured silently in his heart.
Finally, the old Taoist priest stopped.
In front of them was a dark cave entrance, which was either naturally formed or left behind by some animal. The slope extending into the cave was very steep, and the erosion of the rain made the steep slope very smooth.
The cry for help that I heard just now came from the dark cave. It should be the voice of a young woman. The tone was very weak. Maybe she was injured, or maybe she was trapped for too long, exhausted, hungry and cold.
Beside the cave entrance, there were a few pieces of clothing and a black backpack.
"Little blacksmith, please wait for me outside. I'll go down and take a look." The old Taoist priest stood up straight and said.
"How about I go down, Taoist Master?" The little blacksmith couldn't bear it. After all, the old Taoist priest was not too young. Although the other party was a master, he was still young. How could such a thing happen?
Can the other party come in person?
The old Taoist priest waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, just wait."
After saying this, his body started to slide like a slide, and then he got into the hole.
Seeing the Taoist priest showing no hesitation, the little blacksmith felt warm in his heart.
"Taoist Master, he really... makes me cry to death!"
But after waiting for a long time, no Taoist leader came out, and the little blacksmith was slightly surprised.
"Is there some kind of trouble down there?" he thought, but thought it was impossible.
"Maybe it's because the people in the cave are injured and need to be treated first." The little blacksmith thought again.
But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't see the Taoist priest come out of the hole, and the little blacksmith couldn't sit still.
"Taoist priest, are you okay?" he shouted.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to me! Just wait! I'll be fine soon!" The Taoist Master's rich voice came from inside, still filled with suppressed joy.
The little blacksmith's eyelids trembled, and he suddenly thought of some powerful monsters. Not only could they transform into human forms, but they could also turn into ordinary people's cries for help. Attract others, then kill them!
Thinking of this, the little blacksmith lost his temper.
"Taoist Priest, let me help you!"
"No, I'll be fine soon!" the old Taoist priest said quickly.
But while he was speaking, the little blacksmith had already slipped.
After landing smoothly, the blacksmith took a long time to adapt to the dark environment.
When his eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, the scene in front of him made Xiao Tie
The craftsman's body was stiff and his limbs felt cold.
In the deepest part of the cave, the Taoist priest was lying on the ground. The Taoist robe on his body was lifted up. Under him was a naked woman. Her long hair covered her entire face. Her body was motionless, without even the slightest bit of life. Both arms were twisted into muggle shapes.
Next to it, there was a man wearing mountaineering clothes. He was lying on the ground, holding a small knife tightly in his hand. His head seemed to have been hit by something hard. His brain was mixed with dark red blood, and his skull was completely shattered. , has been smashed to pieces.
The old man who was trembling over the female body turned his face to look at the young blacksmith, showing his white teeth and smiling sinisterly.
"Didn't I tell you to wait a moment? I'll be fine soon!"
The little blacksmith shivered, and a cold breath rushed to his forehead.
"Taoist Master... what are you doing?" He suddenly thought of why there was so much crimson dirt on the old Taoist priest's robe.
That was the blood that had soaked into the fibers of the Taoist robe.
The veteran slowly got up and pulled up his pants: "Fold the flowers!"
"Zi... folding flowers?"
It turns out that the flowers that the flower-folding Taoist folded were this kind of "flowers".
"This flower is still warm, are you here?" The old Taoist asked in a bright voice with bright eyes.
The little blacksmith shook his head.
"What a pity..." The old man crushed the woman's head with his foot and walked towards the entrance of the cave with his hands behind his back.
The little blacksmith's stiff body slowly turned towards the old Taoist priest's back, his stomach churning.
Go to hell...
How can there be normal people in Shenhuo?
