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Chapter 122

Along the way, the faces of Fatty and the others became more serious, and they became more and more confused about what happened in this place.

Because Fatty had seen the truth clearly in a short time with Feng Yun's help, he tried his best to keep a distance from all the guests and waiters at the Immortal Banquet.

Although Ma Linger and Yan Qilin didn't see it with their own eyes, Fatty reacted so naturally, which also showed that this place was not as happy and harmonious as they seemed.

The whole palace seemed to be boundless, and Fatty and others passed through several stone gates.

Behind each stone gate is more luxurious and bustling than the previous one.

It wasn't until the fat man opened a door and walked in that everything became deserted.

In this room, even the pillars are made of jade.

Five-clawed golden dragons are carved on the surrounding walls, and a dragon gate is set up between the mountains and rivers. There is a black shadow below, as if walking through it.

The five-clawed golden dragon in the sky kept looking down at the black shadow as if it was welcoming it.

The tables on both sides are no longer made of stone, but made of black rosewood. The delicacies on the table include delicacies from mountains and seas, and the fine wine on the side is constantly exuding the intoxicating aroma of wine.

The light sources dotted here are fist-sized luminous pearls, and the light green lights add a touch of mystery to the place.

But what makes everyone feel strange is that there are no banquet guests here, and there are no dancing girls.

There were only waiters in twos and threes standing there stiffly and motionless, as if they were waiting for something.

This scene is like going to a new map in the game, but the map has not been loaded yet.

Compared with the few stone gates just now, it became quiet in an instant, and finally gave everyone enough time to think.

"Why is there no one here?"

Yan Qilin frowned and looked around. This place is obviously more gorgeous than other places, and it should be more lively than the previous places.

But for some reason, there were only two or three waiters standing in this place, with dull expressions, as if they didn't even know how many people appeared.

The fat man didn't speak, but walked towards the waiter closest to him.

After looking up and down at the waiter in front of him, he quickly lowered his head and opened the Qiankun Box, and took out a gossip mirror from it.

Bagua mirror is a relatively common geomantic object in folk customs. Many villages still retain the custom of hanging a Bagua mirror on the door.

But what few people know is that there are two types of gossip mirrors: convex mirrors and concave mirrors.

The main function of the concave mirror is to transform evil spirits in town houses, ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters.

The main function of the convex mirror is to attract wealth and luck.

But what the fat man is holding in his hand is not a conventional gossip mirror, but a traditional Tai Chi gossip mirror.

In the center of this Tai Chi Eight Diagrams Mirror is a mirror with Yin Yang and Eight Diagrams secretly engraved, but on the outer disc is an exquisite openwork wood carving.

This Tai Chi gossip mirror is exquisite in craftsmanship and full of brilliance.

Li Shizhen wrote in Compendium of Materia Medica:
[The mirror is made of the essence of golden water, which is bright inside and dark outside. The ancient mirror is like an ancient sword. If there is a god, it can ward off evil spirits. 】

What these words describe is exactly this kind of traditional Tai Chi Bagua mirror.

At this time, the fat man held the gossip mirror in his hand, slowly raised it up under the gaze of everyone, and faced the dull waiter in front of him.

As a cold light flashed across the mirror, everyone could clearly see that in the mirror in the middle, was that gorgeously dressed waiter standing in front of them?
What appeared in the mirror was an old man, wearing very plain clothes, but the exposed skin was all pale and bloated, and his whole body was constantly dripping with water.

Kong Jie took a step back subconsciously. He looked at Feng Yun beside him, pointed to the mirror in the fat man's hand in astonishment and said:
"Director Feng, why is the mirror different from what we see?"

Feng Yun put a little force on Kong Jie's shoulder, and then said in a deep voice:
"Director Kong, you don't know something. When you came here just now, everything you saw was fake, and what's in the mirror is the truth."

Finally, when Feng Yun explained to Kong Jie, the fat man also looked at Yan Qilin and Ma Linger with serious eyes and said:

"Along the way, all the guests, waiters, dancers, and musicians we saw were actually corpses.

The time of death of these corpses was different, some had just developed plaques, while others had already rotted into bones.

Everything here is full of charm, if the director hadn't helped me see all this clearly, I'm afraid I'd be addicted to it too. "

As he spoke, the fat man pointed to the waiter in front of him:
"This person should have died not long ago, and judging from the situation in the mirror, he was drowned.

This place is too evil, it's not a fairy feast, it's more like a ghost feast where demons dance wildly. "

Hearing this, Ma Linger's eyes flashed with surprise.

Previously, she hadn't found time to talk, so Ma Ling'er could only roughly judge from the fat man's various reactions that there should be something strange about this place.

But what she didn't expect was that there were so many lively banquet halls along the way, but there was not a single person alive.

"Could it be that the evil spirit found so many corpses just to set up a fairy feast here?"

Yan Qilin pondered and made a judgment, which was quickly agreed by the fat man:

"I thought so too, among the people we saw just now, there must be the missing corpses from the Lin'an City Hospital.

And the old man in front of him, if he guessed correctly, was Zhang Dong's father who drowned in the Yong'an River not long ago.

But he has no soul, just a walking corpse, so there must be a force controlling them.

But I don't understand, what is the reason for doing this? "

At this time, Feng Yun was also observing the surrounding area, his brows were full of thoughts.

The scene in front of him really took Feng Yun by surprise.

This place is full of weirdness, it seems that it has been deliberately built into a so-called paradise on earth.

From this, it can be seen that the evil spirits that are in the dark are not small, otherwise they would never be able to set up such a huge barrier and still be in the barrier, forming a world of their own.

The three puzzled fat men quickly turned their attention to the two lifelike murals in this hall.

The difference between this hall and other halls is that, for the first time, elements of carving golden dragons and decorative murals appeared here.

Fatty and the three made a tacit judgment, guessing that they might be able to find some clues.

The mural depicts a beautiful landscape with overlapping green hills and golden dragons coiling in the sky.

At the foot of the mountain is a vast ocean, and in the narrow mountain stream, a resplendent dragon gate is specially painted.

A black shadow loomed in the water, seeming to be heading in the direction of the dragon gate.

It looks like this is a landscape painting, but the only strange thing is that there seems to be a figure painted on the top of the mountain next to the dragon gate.

This figure is very small and cannot be seen clearly, but it is at the same height as the opposite golden dragon.

If you take all this in front of you as a whole painting, the most important thing in the painting is the golden dragon and the figure next to it.

The fat man looked more and more puzzled, stroked his chin and said in thought:

"The golden dragon is easy to understand, but what is that figure?
Those who left the murals valued the golden dragon, and they also valued that figure. Who can compare with the legendary golden dragon? "

"Look, there is still a line of writing here!"

Ma Ling'er's voice came from the west, and Fatty and Yan Qilin hurried away, and soon they saw a line of crooked, even ugly, writing on the mural.

From my own point of view, I feel that the cultural level of the person who left this line of writing is not high, and they may even have just learned this word.

However, the content expressed in it is quite high.

"I don't know that the soul is broken, but there are dreams in the sky! Except for the moon in the sky, no one knows..."

"It's really surprising that the mother opened the door for surprise, which makes people surprised."

The fat man looked at this line of verse with black lines all over his head, and made complaints about it.

But this complaint aroused Ma Linger's curiosity:
"Do you understand?"

The fat man waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"I hate reading this kind of sour poems the most. What do you mean by this?"

Ma Ling'er Wenyan nodded immediately, this was the reaction that a fat man should have in his impression.

"This is the words in "One of the Two Poems of the Female Crown". It is a love poem, and it is the kind that cannot be loved."

Hearing what Ma Linger said, the fat man suddenly widened his eyes in surprise:
"What do you mean? Could it be that this guy is still a lover?"

Yan Qilin looked at this line of poems, then at the figure on the mural in the distance, and then connected them together, making a bold guess:

"The lovesickness expressed in this poem, shouldn't it be about that person?"

Fatty's eyes kept moving between the poem and the painting, and it was only after a while that his eyes lit up:
"Damn it, could it be that person who fell in love with that golden dragon?"

Yan Qilin and Ma Ling'er looked at Fatty with disdain, as if saying that being uneducated is terrible.

"Brother, I am puzzled, how did you make such an unethical inference?

The golden dragon and that person are obviously not the focus of your attention, it should be the black shadow approaching the dragon gate, that is what you should pay attention to.

If it is true that a person fell in love with a dragon as you said, what kind of spare tire is that black shadow? "

Ma Ling'er looked at Fatty angrily and said, but Fatty nodded quickly:
"It's also possible, isn't there such a creature as a spare tire since ancient times?"

Ma Ling'er obviously lost the idea of ​​continuing to talk with the fat man, and her eyes soon fell on the stone door at the end of the hall:
"There is still a stone gate there, should we go in and have a look?"

Yan Qilin nodded, and the group of people quickly walked towards the stone gate. The fat man followed behind in a daze, until this time he couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"This place really makes one head and two big. What kind of mess is this?"

While the fat man was talking, Yan Qilin had already pushed open the stone door in front of him.

At this moment, Fatty suddenly froze, and then looked around with some doubts:

"Guys, I seem to have sensed the River God all of a sudden, and that guy seems to be here too!"

Hearing this, Ma Linger and Yan Qilin looked at each other solemnly, and then stepped into the room behind the stone gate.

The style of this room is completely different from the previous ones. There is no resplendent visual sense, but it gives people a very warm illusion.

The whole room is in an antique wood tone. The tables and chairs are carved from high-quality sandalwood, with different patterns carved in detail, and the delicate warmth that belongs to the daughter's home circulates everywhere.

It is clearly a cave, but bamboo windows are specially placed, and there is a sea of ​​flowers outside the window.

But when the fat man tried to open the window, he realized that it was completely fake, and the sea of ​​flowers outside couldn't be real.

There is a table made of rosewood in front of it, with several pieces of rice paper on it, and a few writing brushes on the table.

On the rice paper are several budding chrysanthemums. The painting is very rough, but it seems to deliberately create a sentimental state.

In addition, there are purple tulle hanging on the window, and there are several picture scrolls on the wall.

The picture-in-picture shows a wonderful woman, dressed in a pale pink gown, and the tulle covering her face gives people a sense of mystery.

This woman has a slender waist, a graceful figure, and a pair of charming eyes. The painting is lifelike.

This room is no longer the luxurious fairy banquet style, but more like a warm female boudoir.

On the wall on the other side, there are calligraphy and paintings, and it can be seen from the crooked handwriting on them that it should be the same person who left the poems on the murals.

"I don't know if I hate each other, but I have faith. When I love each other, I feel that the sea is not deep."

"Mingyue Tower sits and leans alone, drinking wine into sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness."

The fat man scratched his head a little irritably:
"This damn evil is quite strange, pure and pure, a big lover.

But the writing of this word is too ugly, you can't write it like this with your feet, right? "

There were still a few balls of paper scattered on the rosewood table, but Ma Linger stepped forward and opened them curiously, only to find that they were actually some scraps of paper for calligraphy practice.

Combining everything previously discovered, Ma Linger made an attractive guess:

"It looks like someone lives here, and it should be the evil we are looking for.

But this evil spirit seems to love this woman, so he has been practicing calligraphy, trying to write this lovesickness.

It may also be that this woman prefers the smell of books, so this evil spirit is trying to imitate it.

It's just that judging from the notes, these taxes should be impatient, and it is even more impossible to practice calligraphy with patience, which is why there are nondescript calligraphy and paintings. "

Hearing this, the fat man pointed at the lifelike portrait of the woman:
"Then this painting obviously cannot be painted by the same person, it should be by another person.

And I always feel that there is a familiar atmosphere in this painting..."

"Who?"

Just as the fat man finished speaking, Yan Qilin suddenly looked in one direction with sharp eyes.

A black shadow disappeared in an instant, Yan Qilin drew the Meteorite Sword with his backhand, and Dang even chased after him.

Seeing this, Fatty and Ma Linger quickly chased after him. Feng Yun grabbed Kong Jie and followed him with him.

It was another stone door, but this stone door had already been pushed open a gap, obviously the weird black shadow just left from here.

(End of this chapter)