One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 257: Safe House

Not long after this team entered the darkness, another team came in, and half a day later, another team came in.

The three teams moved forward in three directions, but their general directions were similar to the direction Zhao Fuyun was moving in.

Zhao Fuyun, Jing Jing and Yang Xiao'e walked forward in the darkness.

Suddenly there was a flash of fire ahead.

The three of them paused for a moment.

Then the two women looked at Zhao Fuyun at the same time. Zhao Fuyun was the backbone here. Although most of the dangers along the way could be solved by the two of them, Zhao Fuyun would always take action when there was danger.

Zhao Fuyun's moves were always simple and smooth. His sword finger drew a golden light, and everything in the darkness, whether visible or invisible, would burn.

The tangible is like dry wood meeting fire, burning quickly from the outside to the inside; while the intangible is like meeting some flammable gas, a ball of fire instantly rises, and then a scream is heard, and it's over.

They also entered several manors and searched each of them, but they did not search too carefully. After all, these places had been visited by many people and there were not many things left.

But here in front of us, there was light coming through, like a house.

"Come closer and take a look." Zhao Fuyun said.

The three of them walked over cautiously, and the road under their feet had turned into a highway without them noticing, leading directly to the gate of the manor.

As we got closer, we saw that the name of this manor was Jiachen Manor.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the name and then looked at the tall wall.

Unlike the dilapidated manors they had seen before, this one was still in use and operating. Moreover, after the three of them approached, they could faintly hear voices coming from inside.

As they listened carefully, the sound immediately became louder.

There were all kinds of noisy voices, and after a while, the door suddenly opened and a group of people rushed out.

He fell to the ground and shouted, "Master."

Zhao Fuyun and the other two were slightly stunned. Among those who knelt down, the one in front raised his head and said, "Master, you are back. If you don't come back, the manor will be turned upside down."

As this person finished speaking, Zhao Fuyun felt a consciousness entering his mind.

It was only illuminated by his spiritual world filled with fire.

At this moment, he had a flash of desire to experience the feeling of living someone else's life, and wanted to take this opportunity to see what happened in the manor in the past.

But this is obviously a very dangerous thing. If there is no external guarantee and no one is arranged to wake him up, he may become addicted to it and die without knowing it. So when he felt the consciousness invading his heart and trying to change his consciousness, flames surged in his body and dispelled the consciousness that did not belong to him.

But the two women next to him were unable to break free, and they had already run towards the manor.

Zhao Fuyun bent his finger and a ray of fire shot out, drawing a red line in the darkness, which fell in front of the two women. It shone instantly, and the darkness dissipated. The two women, who were originally running forward, immediately stopped, then turned around and ran towards him.

Zhao Fuyun saw a hint of fear in their eyes.

The fire seemed to have alarmed the manor in front. The lights and sounds from the manor suddenly went out, and it was pitch black. The sounds inside also disappeared. It seemed that there were many people lying on the walls and door cracks of the manor, looking outside.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun felt his scalp tingling.

That darkness is like ink, ink that cannot be dissolved.

Zhao Fuyun felt that the darkness was like a whirlpool, connecting at this moment with the manor thousands of years ago.

"let's go."

He stepped back step by step, then turned around and walked away from the manor.

After walking for more than ten miles, he finally felt that the feeling of being on edge disappeared.

The two women breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you for saving our lives, Taoist priest. If it weren't for you, we would have been trapped in that manor now."

"We came here together, and it's only right for us to help each other." Zhao Fuyun said casually.

Then the three of them walked around the manor.

A day after they left, a team advanced in an arrow formation.

This team also saw the manor emitting lights. In the middle of the team, an old man walked to the front. Next to him was a man in a red robe holding a lantern in his hand.

Just as the old man was looking at the manor, the person in front suddenly ran towards the manor like crazy.

The old man growled, “Come back.”

His call back seemed to have some kind of magic, and then the people who were running towards the Denghuo Manor immediately stopped. They seemed to be awakened and ran back.

However, the old man's shouting also alarmed the manor. The lights in the manor went out instantly, but countless identical voices rang out at the same time: "Come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back, come back..."

The overlapping sounds were much more magical than the old man's shout.

Those who had originally been running back suddenly had a look of madness on their faces, and they rushed towards the manor even faster than before.

Not only them, but also those who stood with the old man, their eyes gradually showed madness, they clenched their teeth, as if they were enduring something.

At this moment, a woman came out from beside the old man with an umbrella in her hand. The handle and cover were yellow, but the cover was inlaid with various gems.

When the umbrella was opened, colorful lights immediately descended, protecting those who were still motionless. The madness that had slowly emerged on their faces quickly subsided.

Almost at the same time, another young man pulled out a yellow rope from his waist and waved it towards the void in front. The yellow rope quickly extended and stretched, with the front end moving in the void like a small yellow dragon. In a blink of an eye, all the people who were heading towards the manor were tied up.

The old man did not say anything, but just made a gesture, and everyone slowly retreated. The young man held the tied people with ropes in his hands and retreated backwards. However, those tied people were still struggling. The young man felt like he was pulling a few mad cows.

Fortunately, their magical powers were restrained and they were only struggling relying on instinctive strength.

With the help of others, they were slowly pulled away from the manor.

It was not until they were more than ten miles away that the group of people breathed a sigh of relief, but those few people, as soon as they relaxed, ran back to the manor.

"This manor can be called horrible. We should mark it to prevent our people from approaching it by mistake again." said the red-robed man holding a lantern next to the old man.

The old man nodded, and the red-robed man holding the lantern came to the people who seemed to be planted with evil thoughts, surrounded them in a circle, and hung the lantern among them. The red light shone into their eyes, and the red-robed man began to chant the spell to drive away the nightmare in a low voice.

The red light shone like the rising sun, dispelling the darkness all around and also dispelling the darkness that had invaded the hearts of those people.
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At this time, Zhao Fuyun and the other two were in a small house, which was rebuilt on the foundation of the original manor.

It is used to provide a rest for those who explore the Hell.

Many of the bricks on the walls of this small house are engraved with spells to ward off evil spirits or images of gods.

"In this dark prison, there is an unwritten rule."

Watching Zhao Fuyun looking at the patterns on the wall, Jing Jing explained, "Everyone who stays here leaves behind as many items as they can to ward off evil spirits and exorcise demons, to reinforce this safe little house."

"It's a good rule." Zhao Fuyun said lightly.

Zhao Fuyun looked through all the spells, runes, and images carved on the bricks and found that the walls had been almost completely carved. Some had lost their magical meaning, some had become dim, and of course some still had a strong magical meaning.

Even in those places where the Dharma has been lost, no one will erase it.

Zhao Fuyun was in the middle of the room, while Yang Xiao'e was standing in front of a wall looking at a painting.

The painting was not big. It looked like someone had casually scribbled a portrait of a goddess with red paint, with a hand stretched out from the portrait.

Zhao Fuyun could feel that the artistic conception in the painting was solidified, unlike the others which were already decaying and withered. He understood that this painting must have been painted recently.

“This was drawn by the master.”

Yang Xiao'e suddenly spoke, and Zhao Fuyun immediately recognized that it was a portrait of the goddess Xihe.

"In the entire Luodu, only our Xiaguang Temple worships the Goddess Xihe." Yang Xiao'e said seriously.

"Auntie Yang has been here." Jing Jing's eyes lit up: "Could this painting point out a direction? Is Auntie Yang telling us that she went in that direction?"

"But that direction is not the direction of the Skeleton Corridor that Master mentioned when she left." Yang Xiao'e said.

"Anything can happen in the Nether Prison. Maybe they encountered an emergency and had to change direction. It is also possible that the route Aunt Yang obtained at the beginning was not the real route information." Jing Jing said.

Zhao Fuyun felt that what Jing Jing said made sense.

However, he did not care too much about it. Instead, he suddenly closed his eyes and kept rubbing his fingers at his eyebrows. A little flame appeared between his fingers, but it was constantly rubbed by his fingers, and slowly faded away from its original red color and turned into gold.

The color becomes more and more solid, more and more pure, and the light becomes more and more dazzling.

For some reason, Yang Xiao'e and Jing Jing felt that there was a golden bird flapping its wings on Zhao Fuyun's fingers, as if it was about to fly, but it was pinched by Zhao Fuyun's fingers.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun popped out forward and a point of golden sunlight flew out. In the process of flying, both of them seemed to see a golden bird flying through the void and swooping down on the wall.

The location was actually above the back of the hand of the goddess Xihe.

This made the two of them feel that this divine bird wanted to land on the back of the goddess's hand.

But when the golden light disappeared, they saw that there was no divine bird on the wall, but only a mass of black. The black color looked like smoke stains, and vaguely they could see a pattern of a flapping bird.

At the same time, they felt that the black mass perfectly matched the portrait of the goddess, turning it into a picture of the goddess perching on a bird.

Zhao Fuyun thought it was very good. A person's Dharma intention must be pure and sharp, but being able to do it silently and being in harmony with the Dharma intention of the same nature at any time is also a rare state.

The three of them sat cross-legged in the room, having decided to go in the direction indicated by the statue of the goddess.

But we also decided to take a rest here. We have been walking in the dark for so long and we are a little tired.

The three of them meditated to relax.

After entering into a state of meditation, Jing Jing actually felt as if she was in a ray of sunshine. The sunshine was high above her, dispelling the darkness and making her feel at ease.

Yang Xiao'e felt that the sunshine was constantly shining into his heart, constantly dispelling his fatigue, and allowing him to feel the Dharma meaning in the sunshine, giving him a sense of enlightenment.

Unknowingly.

Time is passing.

And in the darkness, someone was approaching quickly.

"There is a fire ahead, everyone please pay attention."

A group of people stopped for a moment a few miles outside the "safe house" and then quickly approached. The person who was exploring the way in front stopped again at thirty steps, and after making a safety gesture behind him, the large group behind him came forward.

In the center, there is an old man, a man in a red robe holding a lantern, a woman in colorful clothes, and a young man with a yellow silk ribbon tied around his waist.

When they approached, Zhao Fuyun had already opened his eyes.

He stood up, walked to the door of the safe house, and revealed himself.

He stood there, and the faint firelight in the safe house followed him and gathered at the door.

Then, the red-robed man holding the lantern immediately stepped forward and said, "I don't know which sect of believers is here, Lao Yang, Dongfang Xu greets you."

When he mentioned "Lao Yang", he performed a ritual of the Red Flame Divine Religion. However, this time Zhao Fuyun did not return the salute because Yang Xiao'e had come behind him. He took a step back and Yang Xiao'e stepped forward and returned the salute.

"Xihe, Yang Xiaoe, nice to meet you, Senior Brother."

Dongfang Xu obviously didn't know Yang Xiao'e, but the red flame nature that Yang Xiao'e shared with him could not be faked.

The old man next to him stepped forward and asked, "Are you a disciple of Yang Miaozhu of Xiaguang Temple?"

"That's right." Yang Xiao'e bowed again.

"Why aren't you in Zheng Ji's team?" the old man asked again.

From this question, Zhao Fuyun and the others knew that this old man must be from one of the major families in Luodu, otherwise he would not ask this question.

Yang Xiaoe didn't know how to answer for a moment, and Jing Jing beside him came to the rescue, "Because we are here specifically to look for Yang Miaozhu."

The man with a yellow ribbon around his waist came up to him and whispered something to him, obviously introducing Jing Jing's identity.

The old man did not ask any further questions, but said: "Young people who do not follow the rules can easily offend others."

Yang Xiao'e did not respond, but bowed his head and saluted. Jing Jing did not answer either, but bowed his head slightly. Only Zhao Fuyun stood there, looking at the other team.

(End of this chapter)