I descend into the world of heaven

The blushing old Taoist held a whisk in his hand. He waved it gently, and his bloodshot eyeballs slowly rolled down. The figure of the Taoist boy was reflected in the pupils. He grinned and let out a dry laugh and said: "Why? Master knows that you didn’t do it on purpose, and I won’t punish you. In this way... you drink all the sacred water on the ground and forget about painting the statues..."

The brown water flowing out of the bucket gave off a strong stench. Without even frowning, the Taoist picked up the bucket and started drinking. His stomach swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the Taoist boy finished drinking, he lay down and drank the water on the ground again. After drinking like this for a while, he really drank it all, but there were some marks that he couldn't lick up.

The old Taoist put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Come with me."

He walked in front, and the Taoist boy followed behind. When he reached the back room, he stamped his right foot hard on the ground. A piece of floor flipped over, revealing a dark cellar opening, and a cold and foul smell emanated from it.

The Taoist boy's face turned pale and he said pleadingly: "Master, you said you won't punish me anymore..."

The old Taoist picked up a fire stick from the narration, coughed, opened his mouth and spit thick phlegm on it, and when the flames burned, the fire stick became a torch. He chuckled and said: "I live in it every day, but I'm scared to ask you to come in once." "You are really cowardly. If my teacher says I won't punish you, I will never punish you..."

The Tao boy's legs were shaking so much that it felt like the soles of his feet were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

"Master..."

"It seems you are going to disobey me."

"No, no, I don't dare!"

"Walk!"

The old Taoist who was always smiling held a torch and entered the cellar. When the shadow covered the door, his face gradually darkened. The firelight swayed back and forth, making his wrinkled old face look like an old ghost. The two of them walked more than 20 steps in the cellar. After passing a corner, it suddenly opened up. The cellar was actually connected to a natural underground cave. There were braziers hanging on the walls. There were stone tables, chairs, incense burners, and various other things. Utensils for practicing alchemy.

This cave is not just one cave, but several caves connected to each other. There is a three-legged cauldron in the middle, and two seventeen-year-old Taoist priests are holding an iron rod and constantly stirring something inside.

The arrival of the old Taoist made the young Taoist tremble and said: "Master, the divine water is almost finished..."

The old Taoist took out a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it to the Taoist boy and said: "Go, add this potion to it and see how long it will take for the divine water to heal!"

The Taoist boy took the bottle and walked towards the tripod. This tripod was very huge, as high as two meters, and the Taoist boy was only one meter tall. He could only move a wooden ladder from the side and set it up beside the tripod. Climbing up slowly, there was a fire under the cauldron, and the powerful water was billowing with heat. The Taoist boy was so smoked that he could hardly open his eyes. He took out the bottle, pulled out the stopper, and threw the contents inside with all his strength.

I tossed the bottle for a long time, but nothing came out.

He looked back and saw that the old Taoist's face was gradually becoming gloomy and he was panicking. He took the bottle and leaned down, trying to get some water from the bottle mouth to rinse it with the water in the cauldron.

Two young Taoist priests were standing nearby. The old Taoist suddenly raised his head and sneered, shaking off his fly whisk.

Their pupils contracted, understanding what this meant. They grabbed the Taoist boy's feet and pushed them up hard. The Taoist boy, who was only seven or eight years old, didn't know that people's hearts are sinister. He turned over and fell into the cauldron with an ouch. Go, the heat wave is rolling, there is no more movement.

The old Taoist said coldly: "I provide you with food and drink, but I can't do any small things well. It's a waste of my divine water, so let's make up for the wasted part..."

The young Taoist priest dared not speak.

The old Taoist suddenly stepped forward in three steps and two steps at a time, his eyes were red, he grabbed the collar of one of the young Taoist priests, and said in a gloomy and hoarse voice: "You... how dare you push in the disciple who I love most? Being so rebellious, do you think that... being a teacher is just made of clay?"

The stench from his mouth sprayed onto the young Taoist priest's face along with his saliva.

"Master...Master is not you..."

"What!"

"No, no, no, we can't understand that our junior brother has made a mistake, and we just want to share the worries for master, so..."

"Yeah!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The old Taoist slowly let go of his hand, climbed up the wooden ladder and looked inside the cauldron, and suddenly started to cry: "My disciple... you know that the master is eager to practice and will soon become an immortal. You have made such sacrifices! After the master becomes an immortal, I will definitely remember you...disciple...my disciple..."

He talked and sang, as if singing a lament in a mourning hall. He suddenly turned his head and stared at the young Taoist priest and said: "Do you want to secretly lift my feet and push me into this cauldron? Hahaha, his heart is to be punished. , But...I always think about you, and I said that when I become an immortal queen, I will take you to ascend together, why don't you understand..."

The two young Taoist priests knelt on the ground and cried: "Master, we don't have such a heart, we really don't dare..."

They came to this Taoist temple a few years ago. They thought they could become "Taoist masters" and be "respected" by everyone. From then on, they would have nothing to lack and worship every month. Who knew, they were just doing odd jobs. There were six people who went up the mountain, and now there are two people left. They live in fear every day, and no one knows when they will be killed.

There once was a senior brother who wanted to escape from here and planned to kill the master. He sharpened it with a stone for a long time and it was extremely sharp. While the master was looking at the cauldron of divine water, he suddenly pierced the back of his head, causing black and brown blood to spurt out. Out! The master did not die, but the senior brother was stained with the master's blood and screamed in agony, his skin ulcerated inch by inch, and turned into a set of white bones in front of everyone...

There was also a junior brother who did not dare to assassinate him. He took advantage of the opportunity to leave the cave to clean the statue and ran away. When the master found out, he was not in a hurry. He stood at the gate of the Taoist temple, took out a crumpled talisman paper, and muttered a curse in his mouth. A little higher in the air, the junior brother who was almost at the foot of the mountain had his waist cut off and died miserably there. If he hadn't been eaten by wild beasts, his bones should still be there.

Master...has gone crazy!

This is what the young Taoist priests are thinking.

Every once in a while, the master would seal the entrance and exit of the cellar, and then leave to catch the "apprentice". He announced that he had a total of three apprentices, namely the eldest disciple, the second disciple and the youngest disciple. Therefore, whenever any disciple dies, he will choose one of the children captured from the mountain to take the place of the deceased disciple.

Now that the young apprentice is dead, he has been "on duty" for less than three months, and the young Taoist priest doesn't know whether to envy him for his straightforward death or for his bad luck...

The old Taoist came down from the wooden ladder beside the tripod, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said sternly: "What are you doing kneeling down? Where is your disciple? Where is my little disciple? Why don't you bring him over quickly? Don't you need to brush the sacred water on the statue?" ?"

Damn it.

The two teenagers looked at each other, responded, and walked towards another cave. Not long after, a little boy was dragged out and said: "Master, the younger brother is here..."

The old Taoist went up and slapped you in the face: "I asked you to paint the idols, but you are lazy!"

The little boy was so shaken that he couldn't tell the difference between north, south, east, and west. He didn't even know what the statue was about. Why did he paint the statue?