I have an eternal eye

Dead trees, Confucian scholars, night roads...

If Zhang Biao didn't know better, he would have thought that this was something that really happened. Unfortunately, he knew that this was a dream, a combination of some images and memories.

And it contained the information he wanted.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao patiently checked it carefully.

Behind, the darkness was getting faster and faster, as if it was about to turn everything into nothingness, and the Confucian scholars became more and more panicked.

At this moment, a temple suddenly appeared in the woods. It looked large in scale, but it was overgrown and in dilapidated condition.

The Confucian scholars panicked and rushed into the temple.

The darkness behind was blocked out.

The lantern was swaying, the light was dim and uncertain, and the surrounding statues were tall and dilapidated, with ferocious faces, as if through the dim light, they were moving their eyes to stare at the Confucian scholar.

The Confucian scholar became more and more frightened, and tremblingly he took out a bronze knife. Regardless of the rust, he bit his finger and smeared blood on it.

With the magic weapon in hand, he had some confidence, held a lantern, walked over the corpses on the ground, and walked to the depths of the Buddhist temple.

Finally, a golden Buddha appeared.

The Confucian scholar lifted up the lantern and took a look, only to see that the golden Buddha suddenly opened its bloody mouth. The corpses on the ground were shaking and shaking, and the surrounding statues were also making strange sounds of hehehehahaha.

"ah!"

The Confucian scholar screamed in fright, and the light and shadow disappeared.

Zhang Biao knew that the other party had woken up from a nightmare, and the dream naturally collapsed.

To be honest, this nightmare was a blur.

If it is an ordinary dream interpretation, it still needs to be analyzed through dream interpretation. Even the dreamer needs extremely advanced Taoism to find it, at least not during the Qi refining period.

But for him, it was easy.

Just now, the Eye of Spiritual Vision has prompted information:

Wang Zhiyuan (Yellow level one)

1. A branch of the Wang family in Huaizhou. After studying for several years and getting nothing, he spent half of his life wandering around. He studied and farmed in Foshou Town. After his spiritual energy recovered, he luckily embarked on the path of spiritual practice and became a blessing in the local temple.

2. Awakening of the magic power: soul wandering, you can use the trick: ecstasy.

3. Lushan City has inherited the Shanjun Temple and is building a temple.

4. Wandering into the spirit world by mistake, entangled in evil spirits...

Buddha's Hand Town?

Zhang Biao was thoughtful and strode out of the cave.

At the same time, in a small town hundreds of miles away, a Confucian scholar woke up from his dream, breathing heavily.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a pale face: "It's this nightmare again. Am I possessed by an evil spirit? It's a pity that the immortal chief of Xuandu Temple is not willing to help me..."

Boom, boom, boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A child with a runny nose carefully poked his head in and said in a muffled voice: "Dad, Grandma Li gave us some eggs."

"How many times have I told you..."

The Confucian scholar was about to reprimand, but when he saw the child's thin face, he softened his heart and said, "That's all, let your mother accept it and help you recuperate."

"good!"

The children ran out happily.

The Confucian scholar looked out the window, at the white mist filling the yard, and at the few fearful neighbors guarding the door. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and murmured:

"There's nothing I can do..."

………………

"How did it end up like this?"

When Zheng Yongxiang led a large group of people up the mountain, he happened to see the muddy and washed-out mountain road. He had no choice but to order to the team behind him: "It seems that the carriage can't go up. Please work hard to carry things up the mountain."

After saying that, he led his bodyguards, walked hard on the mud, and disappeared into the thick fog.

The carriage behind was filled with rice, noodles, vegetables and fruits.

In this disaster year when food prices soared, these foods were more valuable than anything else. It was only thanks to Zheng Yongxiang that he became the Lord of Moyang City that he could get so much.

Behind them, the soldiers sighed and lifted the grain with sticks, one foot deeper and one foot shallower, stepping on the mud.

Although the heavy rain has passed, it is still raining lightly, and the smell of decay and mold in the mountains and forests is depressing.

Some people couldn't help but complain softly.

"We already have the inheritance of the Tiger Temple, why does Brother Yongxiang still want to be so flattering to Qingfeng Village..."

"You know what the hell, without the support of the man on the mountain, do you think this Moyang City could fall into the hands of our branch?"

"That's true. Yesterday, my cousin sent me a letter saying that he was unhappy in Zezhou City and wanted to bring some brothers to Moyang City to make a living."

"I've received it too. After all, Brother Yongxiang is in charge. Many people in the branch family want to come and vote, but food is a problem. There are so many people coming, and I'm afraid that the master's family will run out of food for us..."

"Have you heard that there is a kind of rice over there in Bozhou? It likes shade and tolerates humidity, and can grow even without sunlight..."

Regardless of what everyone was talking about, Zheng Yongxiang came to the village, said hello to Yu Kui and others, and then came to Liuling Temple.

He was smart and had already noticed that Zhang Biao intended to cultivate Yu Ziqing, so every time he came to the village, he mainly talked to Yu Ziqing.

When they arrived at the temple, they saw Yu Ziqing holding an iron awl and carving patterns on a pair of brown breastplates.

The pattern is exquisite, and it vaguely looks like a willow tree.

Zheng Yongxiang watched patiently. After Yu Ziqing finished carving the last knife, he curiously asked: "Brother Yu, what is this?"

Yu Ziqing wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang killed a group of insect monsters in Lushan City. The quality of these carapace is not high, so I asked the leader of Wu Village to forge it into a breastplate."

"I just recently learned the magic of dispelling darkness. It is carved on the breastplate. It is a simple magic weapon that can ward off evil spirits. In addition, the carapace is as hard as iron, which is perfect for self-defense for the brothers guarding the stronghold."

After hearing this, Zheng Yongxiang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother Yu, if this thing is too much, I, Moyang City, am willing to pay a lot of money to buy it."

"What did Brother Zheng say?"

Yu Ziqing smiled boldly and said: "Qingfeng Village can't survive without the food you sent. When I get it right, I will get a dozen more pairs for you."

Before Zheng Yongxiang could thank him, Yu Ziqing frowned again, "But there is something that needs help from the Zheng family."

"Brother Yu, please tell me."

"Help me collect some shade-loving plant seeds. No quantity required, but all I can find..."

The two of them murmured, their expressions becoming more and more solemn.

Yu Ziqing has mastered the willow spirit magic. Although he is not good at attacking, he is naturally good at controlling plants because of his true nature.

Everyone knows that if we can cultivate food that can grow in fog disasters, we will no longer be restricted by the sect.

After some discussion between the two, Zheng Yongxiang became more and more excited. He had begun to practice the Shanjun Temple inheritance. With the help of the incense of Shanyin and Moyang, he would soon be able to protect himself. If he could get a spiritual plant, he would be able to fight with his family. Fight against each other.

At this moment, Tie Yucheng strode over.

During this period of time, he practiced the Three Yang Sutra and practiced martial arts and swordsmanship every day. Although he still didn't know how to use magic, he had a somewhat heroic spirit in his brows.

When Tie Yucheng entered the temple, he cupped his hands and said, "Master heard that City Lord Zheng has arrived. Please come over and ask if you have anything."

Zheng Yongxiang did not dare to neglect and hurriedly followed Tie Yucheng to a small building, where Zhang Biao was already waiting.

After meeting, Zhang Biao didn't waste any time and asked directly.

"Foshan Town?"

After hearing this, Zheng Yongxiang hurriedly said: "There are at least tens of thousands of people in towns and villages of all sizes in Huaizhou. If we talk about others, I really have to send people to investigate, but I know about this Buddha's Hand Town."

"During the Jingkang period of Daliang, a flash flood broke out in southwest Huaizhou, and a statue of Buddha's hand washed out. No one knows its origin, but it is very old. It holds a lotus seal and can be used by hundreds of people."

"Some people heard that there was an ancient Buddhist kingdom hidden in the mountains. For a time, people from all walks of life gathered together, and native masters from all over the world came and dug around in the mountains, and many murders were committed in the process..."

"oh?"

Zhang Biao became interested upon hearing this, "What did you find?"

Zheng Yongxiang smiled and said: "It was empty, there was nothing. The imperial court also sent people to search for two years and found nothing, and then they dispersed."

"But there are still some people who are unwilling to give up and dig in the mountains year after year. They find a coal mine, and the town of Bergamot gradually rises."

"I see…"

Zhang Biao said thoughtfully: "I'm leaving for a while. You guys should keep an eye on the village gate and don't cause trouble. Wait until I come back to talk about anything."

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes, Immortal Master!"

……………………

Three days later, southwest of Huaizhou.

The vast mountains are shrouded in thick fog.

Walking through the mountains, you can see many mountains, steep peaks, and jagged rocks, like the arms of evil ghosts pressing in from the fog.

The mountain roads on both sides are densely forested, with vines intertwined, rocks covered with moss, dampness and miasma pervading, giving it a wild atmosphere.

Huaizhou's terrain is already steep, especially in the southwest mountainous areas. The mountain roads are difficult to navigate and the waterways are dangerous, so towns are relatively sparse.

In the thick foggy mountain road, Zhang Biao was riding a war horse, shaking the water drops on the ghost's cloak, and couldn't help but frown.

It's really not suitable for people to live here.

It is already dark and humid, and sometimes there is a poisonous atmosphere. After the fog disaster comes, it is even more mist-filled. If you walk for a while, water will condense on your cloak.

But there was no way, he had to come.

After taking Sanshen Guixue Decoction, the poison of Wu Fire accumulated. Although it was difficult to deal with it, it was almost eliminated by practicing daily.

Next, continue to take the food. If you want to be more efficient, you will inevitably need the precious ginseng accumulated by the Five Immortals Sect, so planting the Awakening God Grass as soon as possible has become the top priority.

According to dreams, there are ghosts and gods here.

Therefore, no matter how remote it is, he still has to come.

It's just that the roads in the mountains are a bit difficult to walk, and there are often suspended planks. The wooden boards are moldy and corroded, and I almost fell off several times. I don't know how the people here have persisted until now.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

Zhang Biao rode on horseback, planning to find a mountain col to spend the night. Even though he had a view and his sight was unobstructed, it was not a wise choice to travel at night.

At this moment, there was a faint light of fire ahead, and there were screams and sounds of fighting.

"drive!"

Zhang Biao shook the reins, and the horse galloped wildly.

After passing through the muddy valley, there was a mountain col ahead. A large number of people were gathered around a campfire, holding shields and knives, looking ahead with horror on their faces.

In front of the carriage, a Taoist from Xuandu Temple carried a long sword and held a yellow talisman in his hand, looking at the dark fog with sharp eyes.

On the ground, there were several corpses, which seemed to have been torn in half by something, and there was nothing above their necks.

Everyone was startled when they heard the sound of horse hoofbeats. They saw Zhang Biao leading the horse and walking out of the thick fog. He frowned and asked, "What happened here?"

call out!

A man behind the carriage panicked when he saw his terrifying face. He opened his bow and aimed an arrow at his face.

Zhang Biao was speechless and stretched out his fingers.

Snapped!

The arrow exploded immediately.

Before he could scold him, he frowned and looked behind him.

On the opposite side of the cliff, I saw a long-haired, black figure, climbing on the cliff like a gecko.

"Don't even make a move!"

The Xuanduguan Taoist priest remembered something, and quickly stopped everyone, and then cupped his hands in front of Zhang Biao and said, "But Mr. Tai Sui, Senior Sister Liang often talks about you."

"oh."

Zhang Biao was a little surprised, but he didn't bother to ask any more questions. Instead, he looked at the cliff in the distance and frowned.

"Mandrill...no, it's a zombie!"