I will bury the gods

Chapter 100 The Centennial Nightmare
The Dragon Palace is not barren, it seems to have been carefully decorated, with a stone lamp emitting orange beams hanging above it, the light softly hits the white bones and roots, and the lush grass below is also illuminated.

The flowers and plants on the ground all have a strange fragrance, and they seem to be precious medicinal materials.

"your home?"

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing looked at the tearful Sanhuamao together.

The three-flowered cat sat on the grass and shook its tail. She wiped her face with her paws, but she didn't know why she was crying.

A year ago, when it first became conscious, it found itself waking up in a small space. This small space was composed of many vine-like things, so it was called the tree dwelling.

It lives in the tree house, and often looks out through the gaps in the tree house. Its vision is narrow, and it can only see a star and a half of the world, and then think about its whole picture.

Then, it heard someone talking to it.

The sound came from above, and it could barely hear it when its ears were close to the tree dwelling.That voice taught it to recognize characters and described the appearance of the world to it. It listened carefully, and gradually gave birth to the desire to take a look at the world.

So it started thinking.

It discovered that the power of the spirit can be conveyed to the outside through the shackles of the tree dwelling. It began to use this power to write books, communicate with people, and even came up with a way to see the outside world by itself.

But its body has always been trapped in the tree house, trapped in the complicated roots of the mulberry tree, like an embryo bred by a giant tree.

In the past, it had never really seen what it was like outside the tree dwelling, until now, it finally knew that it was growing in the body of a dragon skeleton.

The heart of the keel is the hothouse where the Lord is bred...

There is such a secret hidden in the underground of Three Realms Village!
Sanhuamao had previously thought about writing down the experience of this trip in the future and writing it as an adventure in the Underground Dragon Palace. Now it seems that the title of the book will be changed to The Way Home.

Sanhuamao didn't answer Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing's questions. It looked up at the dragon's corpse like a demon, with a bewildered expression.

"What is the origin of this dragon corpse? Why is it hidden underground in Three Realms Village?" Lin Shouxi looked up at the giant bone and asked to himself.

"Three Realms Village was a place where dragons rose hundreds of years ago. Could it be that there is more than one giant dragon hidden here, and the one who flew away was their king..." Mu Shijing speculated unconfidently.

"If so, what level should this dragon skeleton be?" Lin Shouxi's voice trembled slightly.

"Red pupils? Muddy gold?" Mu Shijing didn't know much about dragon corpses, only that their grades were determined by the color of their pupils.

"No! I've seen a dragon corpse before, a dragon corpse with red eyes, but it's far less huge than this one, and the difference in their size is even three times!"

Lin Shouxi will never forget the coercion that Niechi felt when he saw the dragon corpse for the first time. When it climbed out from the high cliff, the ferocious aura of a tyrant spread all over the field. The end of the teeth being crushed into mud!
The red-eyed dragon is already so powerful, but the one in front of him is even more terrifying. Its toes are the size of a human being. If the pair of skeletal wings spread out, the full wingspan might be able to overwhelm the entire village of the Three Realms. all covered.

What level should this be?
They all thought of the rumors of 'the bones never die'. No one can really kill a dragon corpse, they can only restrict the growth of its heart, but once their hearts regenerate, the pupils of the flames will burn again, and they will sleep forever. When awakened in the middle of the night, all disobedient ones will be burned to ashes!

They were all shocked by this scarred bone, as if from the scars on its body, they could see the secrets of long history.

"and many more……"

Lin Shouxi suddenly remembered something, "Where did the Cangbi King who broke through the divine wall back then go?"

"King of Cangbi?"

Mu Shijing soon realized that Lin Shouxi suspected that the skeleton in front of her eyes was the skeleton of the Cangbi King, but she did not agree with this view, "Back then, the Cangbi King was defeated by the Dharma Body of the Patriarch. In the holy mountain, soaked in the turbidity of the spirit."

"Is it?"

Lin Shouxi shook his head lightly, and had a bolder hypothesis in his mind: "Will a dragon corpse of the ancient level really be captured by humans?"

"You mean..." Mu Shijing also faintly guessed something.

Lin Shouxi sorted out his thoughts, and quickly expressed his guess: "The King of Cangbi was defeated back then, but he may not have been captured. It is very likely that he escaped with a seriously injured body and sneaked back to himself along the Zhuojiang River. In the old palace, he was going to repair his broken heart, but by coincidence, the seed of the mulberry tree fell on the top of the palace, and its roots extended downwards, just wrapped the sleeping keel, and grabbed it. Its heart absorbs nutrients from it, making it unable to open its eyes again!"

Listening to his words, Mu Shijing was terrified.

If this is really the culprit who caused the disaster of breaking the wall back then, then the large area of ​​incompleteness and scars on its body can be explained!

They didn't expect that when they stumbled into this place by mistake, they saw the skeleton of an ancient low-level god with the ability to destroy heaven and earth!
And they soon realized that there must be more than one person who knew this secret, otherwise the legend of the sacred tree suppressing demons would not have spread in Three Realms Village...

It is even said that the Linzong chose this place to create the Holy Son, which may also have something to do with this dragon bone of the underground palace!
Dragon Palace was eerily quiet.

Under the bones, the tiny boy and girl gradually calmed down, and they began to discuss what to do next.

"Zhong Wushi must know the secrets of this underground dragon palace. As the demon god of time and space in the past, he is full of ambitions. The so-called creation of Allah may be just a means for him to deceive others. What he wants to do may even have something to do with this dragon corpse. related."

Mu Shijing quickly made a judgment and said: "On the day of the Scale Worship Festival, he will definitely come here to take away the real body of the Lord. We can ambush him here and kill him."

"No." Lin Shouxi vetoed it after serious consideration. He said, "Firstly, this Dragon Palace is too wide and there is almost no place to hide. Secondly, the real body of the Sanhuamao is still here, so it is inevitable to accidentally injure it. Most importantly, if Our battle is too fierce, and the root system here may be cut off, causing the dragon corpse to lose its restraint. Once it grows a brand new heart, we will have to face more than just an evil god."

It's a big matter, and Mu Shijing won't argue with him again. After thinking about it for a while, she also agreed with Lin Shouxi's statement.

If the Cangbi King recovers, the scene 300 years ago will repeat itself, and the entire Three Realms Village will be directly destroyed...

Such a thing must not happen!
"Then what do you think?" Mu Shijing asked seriously.

Lin Shouxi thought for a moment, and said, "Three Realms Village leads here, there must be other secret passages, we can find it out...or even say, we can take the initiative to dig a tunnel to get out."

Mu Shijing nodded slightly.

"Do you want to do it now?" she asked.

"No, the Scale Worship Festival is still two days away, what we should do now is rest." Lin Shouxi said.

"En." Mu Shijing nodded.

After escaping all the way to this point, their true qi was exhausted, and they were all exhausted. If they didn't raise their energy, it might be difficult for them to deal with a strong enemy.

This is the Dragon Palace, the abundant true energy has a certain unique strongness, such as the good wine that has covered up for many years, the qi pills of ordinary practitioners can't bear such true energy, but Mu Shijing used the information contained in the river map The heart method spits out a few mouthfuls, but it is as sweet as it is.

Lin Shouxi also bent down to observe the grass growing here. He pulled out a grass with silver-tipped leaves, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then took out a booklet from his arms, compared it and looked at it, showing surprise look.

"What are you looking at?"

Mu Shijing leaned against the keel and meditated for a while to adjust her breath. When she opened her eyes, she found that Lin Shouxi was practicing in front of an ancient scroll.

"Practice." Lin Shouxi gave a useless answer concisely.

Based on the principle of knowing Lin Shouxi and the enemy, Mu Shijing naturally sat beside him, "Let me see."

Lin Shouxi didn't hide his secrets either, he spread out the books for Mu Shijing to read.

"So it's the technique of refining weapons..." Mu Shijing was thoughtful, she had once seized a similar one in the Demon's Nest.

The essence of refining artifacts is still "transforming gods". People endow themselves with godheads by refining artifacts into their bodies. The better the artifacts refined, the stronger their divinity will be.

Mu Shijing expressed contempt for this. After all, to her, divinity is something innate, and there is no need to fake it. But out of respect for her opponent, she also silently recited the secrets of the exercises on the scroll, I practiced for a while.

When she was practicing, she felt a faint fever in the qi pill, and the feeling she had when she climbed the stone gate before came back. The tip of her eyebrows trembled a few times, and finally she opened her beautiful eyes curiously, snatched the book, and asked, "What the hell is going on?" What kind of technique is it?"

Lin Shouxi didn't stop her from taking the book, but just looked at her with a half-smile.

Mu Shijing opened the book cover and found that there were no words, so she turned to the title page again. Then, her whole body seemed to be still. This kind of stillness was a precursor to the approaching storm. , who has always been elegant, picked up the book and threw it at Lin Shouxi.

"You evil heretic, you really didn't hide anything good on your body!" Mu Shijing knelt on the ground, leaned forward, rolled up the book and hit him.

"Isn't it what you want to see..." Lin Shouxi stretched out his hand to block it, and said innocently.

"Who wants to read this kind of thing, go practice with your fiancée." Mu Shijing threw the book away, turned his head and got up, and returned to the original place angrily.

Without her interruption, Lin Shouxi concentrated on his practice.

With the ingestion of fairy grass, the shape of the tripod in his qi pill became more and more regular and clear. When it was completed, he could use his body as a tripod to continuously refine the pills.

About half an hour later, he completed the first round of practice.

After opening his eyes, he rested for a while, and then, he faintly felt that there seemed to be something missing here...

Only then did he realize that it was Sanhuamao, who had always been talkative, and hadn't spoken for a long time.

He looked around and found that the three-colored cat had climbed up the root system at some point, and climbed to the side of his small tree house. It curled up, lay still, and just looked down at them quietly, like a living bird's nest.

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy at home?" Lin Shouxi realized that something was wrong with Sanhuamao.

"I'm not unhappy." Sanhuamao smiled reluctantly with its ears down, and replied, "Home is the second most comfortable place in the world."

"Where is the most comfortable place?" Lin Shouxi asked curiously.

"Shut up." Mu Shijing meditated with his eyes closed, and suddenly said coldly.

Lin Shouxi seemed to realize something.

During the conversation, the Sanhuamao stretched its body and jumped down from the tree deftly. It ran to Lin Shouxi and rubbed against his feet. Lin Shouxi stretched out his hand and rubbed its head, scratching it slightly. thick ruff.

"Why are you still listless?" Lin Shouxi asked.

"No, it's just that after arriving here, I suddenly remembered something." Sanhuamao looked in a trance, not as energetic as before.

"What did you remember?" Lin Shouxi asked.

Sanhuamao did not answer directly, but said: "About half a year ago, a group of monsters came to Sanjie Village to make trouble. They were all caught, put in a dungeon, and killed by poisoning... I thought it was cruel at the time. I went to I asked my mother-in-law why I didn't give them a chance to reform. My mother-in-law told me that they killed many people, and if they were allowed to live on, it would be disrespectful to the dead. At that time, I knew that making mistakes would be will be punished."

"Well, in fact, there are some witches who get away with it..." Lin Shouxi said so, and glanced at Mu Shijing by the way.

The Sanhuamao smiled, and it lay on Lin Shouxi's lap, and said, "So I was actually very careful afterwards, for fear that I would be caught if I made a mistake. After all, the book said that the emperor broke the law and the common people were the same crime. But... I always I feel like I’m still doing something wrong.”

"What can a kitten like you do wrong?" Lin Shouxi disagreed.

"Hmm... I, I seem to have crashed into something." Sanhuamao stammered.

"Crash something?" Lin Shouxi didn't think deeply, but said, "What can you crash? I think you have a physique, and you can crash a teacup at most."

"Hmm... I don't know, I can't remember anything." Sanhuamao felt a headache.

……

This night, Sanhuamao was always listless.

It can feel the guilt deep in its heart, but it doesn't know where the guilt comes from. This feeling is like hearing the commotion of rats in front of the wall. You know the rats are hiding in the wall, but the wall is bricked. It fits perfectly, and I can't find any entrance.

It suddenly wished that it was not some kind of lord, but just an ordinary cat, except for eating and sleeping every day, it just hid in the arms of the hostess and acted like a baby.

Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing didn't have much time to comfort it. They had been practicing intensively all night, trying to restore their spirits to their peak.

In the middle of the night, Lin Shouxi and Mu Shijing were still sitting opposite each other, discussing Luoshu and Hetu's exercises together.

This is the beginning of their practice in the old world.

Soon, they discovered that these two exercises do have a lot of similarities - they are like two pieces of a piece of broken wood, and every gap and groove can be tightly connected.

Could it be that the combination of Hetu and Luoshu is a complete exercise?

As soon as this conjecture was conceived, both of them felt a heat in their chests, and immediately tried it.

They faced each other and meditated, with their palms together, while performing exercises, true energy flowed between the two, like an invisible wind, gradually connecting end to end, forming a circle, which is the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi, Master Mu Jing is Yin, and Lin Shouxi is Yang. The two slowly rotate and connect with each other, but they can't really blend together.

Between... something seems to be missing.

"Missing eyes." Lin Shouxi quickly figured it out.

He drew a Tai Chi pattern on the ground with his fingers. Their current state is like two pure-colored yin and yang fish. The yin fish has not opened its white eyes, and the yang fish has not opened its black eyes, so they cannot really blend together.

Moreover, when they circulated their zhenqi, they obviously felt that the flow of zhenqi was not smooth. This kind of blockage should be related to the postures of the two sitting in meditation. They should be like yin and yang fish, upside down, touching head to tail.Both of them thought of this point, but this gesture was somewhat shameful, and neither of them took the initiative to mention it before they thought of the way to do it.

They tried to practice for a while, but still made no progress.

When Lin Shouxi opened his eyes again, he found that the Sanhua cat, which had been listless all night, had fallen asleep curled up beside it. It was biting its own tail, its body was shaking, and it was making a meowing sound.

It... seems to be having a nightmare.

……

Sanhuamao really had a nightmare.

In the dream, I bumped into a wall, bumped into it, as if I didn't know the pain.

Where am I?Where am I going?What am I doing...

Sanhuamao can't remember at all, it's just like a big fool who doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back.

The wall was not as strong as it looked, and soon, a hole was knocked through it.

It looked in through the hole.

What's going on... Why have the houses and buildings become so small?They are as small as mice, and it seems that they can be crushed by simply lifting their feet.

The crowd shuttled chaotically inside, shouting and screaming, as if fleeing in fear.

What are they afraid of?

Are you afraid of me?
His eyes went back and forth in the sky, and finally fell on a petite figure.

It was a cute little girl kneeling on the ground. She was holding a flower pot in one hand and a white letter bag in the other. She was looking up at herself with fear in her pupils and her face was as pale as snow.

It just looked at her quietly.

Time seemed to stand still.

The sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly, and all the sorrows and joys of separation and joy can be seen in a panoramic view.

Then, something like a sword stabbed in the air and pierced its eyes. It felt frightened, its teeth clenched, and then woke up painfully from the nightmare.

The three-flowered cat found that it was biting its own tail.

When he opened his eyes, it was still in this keel palace.

Mu Shijing was leaning on the keel for a short sleep, breathing slowly and sleeping peacefully.

Lin Shouxi was still awake, and the sword in front of him was shining again. He put his hand on the sword as usual, but he didn't know what he saw, but he showed a gentle smile.

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