Eternal Tranquility

Behind the round door is a low and narrow passage, barely large enough for people to pass through. As the wall behind it closes again, the sound of the whistling wind turns into a vague whine and gradually fades away.

Liu Qinghuan dodged in. The golden puppet was faster than him and turned into a golden light and rushed in.

The two people moved forward silently in the darkness. Occasionally, there would be a clicking sound coming from behind the wall. The puppet would stop and listen carefully for a while. Every once in a while, it would fumble for its position on the wall, insert a copper pillar and open another door. A door.

It can be seen that he is well aware of the mechanisms in Baojing Palace and has no hesitation about the next step.

"This road can reach anywhere in the Palace of Mirrors, but the process in the middle is a little more complicated, and the copper key is the key to opening the passage. Without this key, the passage is usually closed and does not exist."

The golden puppet said proudly: "When the Treasure Mirror Palace was built, I was supervising the construction most of the time, so even my main body didn't know about these passages. Later, I hid in here to avoid being caught by him. ”

Liu Qinghuan watched his every move and asked, "Then the second incarnation of Taoist Wangren has not been discovered all these years?"

"Just him?" The golden puppet sneered: "If I hadn't been careless back then, I wouldn't have fallen into his trap."

At this time, the passage suddenly shook, and a violent roar came from the other side of the wall.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand in surprise, and the wall under his palm trembled. He didn't know what the intense scene was on the other side.

"Don't worry about it, let's go quickly." The golden puppet urged: "You people outside are too busy. That guy casually releases a little bait, and you just take the bait, and you don't know how to die!"

Liu Qinghuan followed: "Bait?"

But the other party refused to say anything and kept his head buried in walking forward.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly vigilant. It seemed that he had to be more careful next time, otherwise he might fall into the trap of these two hidden puppet incarnations.

Before, this person had let slip that the Palace of Treasure Mirrors would issue flying orders every ten thousand years, which was done by the second incarnation, with the purpose of luring outside monks in.

But why they were lured and what their purpose was after being introduced is currently difficult to figure out.

When they reached the end of another passage, they saw the golden puppet tinkering with one side of the wall for a while, then saw a small hole punched in it and made a silent gesture towards him.

Liu Qinghuan leaned over and heard faint voices coming from the small cave. It seemed that several people were arguing.

The golden puppet quickly closed the hole: "Wait, we need to go through that room to the other side, wait for them to leave before going out, so as to avoid trouble."

Liu Qinghuan nodded silently and sat aside, looking down in thought.

This wait lasted for two or three hours. Later, there were several times when it was necessary to leave the passage. Each time, the golden puppet was extremely careful and would turn into an inch-tall human again and hide in his sleeves.

In this regard, his explanation was: "That guy can see the scene in the maze through the feedback from the magic circle. If he discovers my whereabouts, it will be a disaster."

Liu Qinghuan had no objection and had no favorable impression of the second incarnation who was hidden deep in the maze and controlled the entire Palace of Mirrors.

At this time, he had to sigh at the complexity and vastness of this palace. If he just wandered around by himself, he might not be able to get close to the inner palace.

Seeing the golden puppet taking out the copper pillar again, he asked, "How far are we from the inner palace?"

"Come on, we can get there through a few more passages." The golden puppet said without looking back: "Next we have to enter the Tianji Palace. This palace is very big, so it is difficult to know whether there is anyone inside. After entering Be careful yourself."

With that said, he jumped on Liu Qinghuan's arm and used his wide sleeves to cover his presence.

The door opened silently. Liu Qinghuan glanced inside and walked in without noticing the dangerous atmosphere.

This is a huge space. The sky is high and the clouds are floating leisurely. It is completely impossible to tell that it is in a closed space.

The door behind him has been quietly closed, and the place is empty, as if it has never been there.

"Go that way."

Liu Qinghuan looked along the golden puppet's fingers and saw a palace ruin far away on the right.

The black palace walls, the tall stone pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the spreading momentum, although they have collapsed in several places, still retain the calm and majestic atmosphere of the past.

But before he got close, Liu Qinghuan saw a few people standing among the ruins.

"Hey, there's another one!" A monk in yellow looked over with an evil look. When he saw his face clearly, he smiled sinisterly and said: "Who do I think you are! You couldn't have made an appointment earlier. Right? We were sitting at the same table that day, and now we are in the same place.”

He glanced at the other person: "Friend Wu-Self, do you think it is true or not?"

The man ignored him, but looked expressionlessly at the wide square in front of the temple.

These two people were the yellow-clothed cultivator and the sword cultivator Wuwu who had been in the Broken Star Town teahouse with Liu Qinghuan and had a little dispute.

A trace of surprise flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes. He didn't expect to meet these two people here again, but he didn't bother to pay attention to Huang Jue's sarcasm, and quickly glanced at the others.

In addition to the monk in yellow and Wu-Se, there were four other people present.

At this time, one of the male cultivators in pink clothes with powdered face and peach blossom eyes said impatiently: "What nonsense are you talking about? What are your plans? Are you going to enter or not?"

On the other side, a female cultivator covered with a veil and dressed in black said coldly: "Exiled Hwaman, ask others what they are doing. If you want to enter, is there someone holding on to your flowered clothes to stop you?"

The male cultivator in pink clothes who was called the banished flower man raised his eyebrows: "Qingji, are you jealous? But who told you that you are so ugly that you dare not show your face when you go out, and it is useless to wear flowery clothes."

"Okay!" There was a loud shout, and the majestic-looking middle-aged male cultivator scolded: "What do you think? You two are both empty-level monks, and you still quarrel like women in the market. It's not embarrassing!"

The coercion on this person is the strongest among all the people, and his cultivation has reached the Yang Reality Realm, so after speaking, the two people did not reply.

He glanced at Liu Qinghuan, with thoughts flashing in his eyes, and turned to the silver-haired old woman next to him: "Mrs. Tang, what do you think?"

"What are you looking at?" The old woman was leaning on the faucet. She was stooped and short, but her eyes were as clear as a 28-year-old girl: "Qingji is right, and no one is stopping you. You can go in if you want."

However, no one took a step forward. Everyone stood at the edge of the square, looking at the sapphire bricks covering the entire square.

Liu Qinghuan understood. It seemed that these people had probably been frightened by the endless traps in the Palace of Mirrors. They were suspicious of the plain view and were unwilling to be the first to move forward.