Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Chapter 100 Desert Coffin City

After Abanger noticed the sign that the disaster was about to fall, he knew that with his own strength, there was no way to stop it from coming.

And once Misfortune falls into the desert, it will definitely destroy the peaceful and peaceful life in front of you.

He prayed to the sky, burned the animal bones with fire for divination, and wanted to ask if he could lead his people to escape.The answer he could get made him fall into deeper anxiety and despair.

He didn't even know whether he should tell the people in the city about this discovery, tell these people who were still addicted to the wine and the harvest, the cruel truth about to come.

At this moment, a person came to him.

Abang Er closed his eyes, recalling the person from the other side of time in the dark: "He is wearing a blue Taoist robe, and he is said to be a Taoist from the east of the desert."

"He told me that he has a way to help my people escape this catastrophe."

After Zhong Tang heard it, he had a subconscious guess. Before he could say anything, he heard Abanger say: "The power in him...is very similar to yours. I just felt it at the abandoned castle."

"I think, according to what you Da Chong said, he may be your master or some other elder."

At this point, Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi became more and more certain that the person Abanger mentioned should be the real person at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

"What method did he tell you?" Li Bizhi followed Abanger's words and asked.

"He said that this calamity is so powerful that even if we move our entire family now, we probably won't be able to escape its vicious range."

"Rather than that, it's better not to move... He can help me hide everyone.

"Hiding?" Zhong Tang was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood.

By isolating the entire city from the world, the Li Sha of Misfortune would not be able to harm the people in the city, wouldn't it be "hiding" them all?

Abang Er nodded and continued: "I have no choice but to believe the words of the Taoist priest and tell everyone in the city about the misfortune. Although I couldn't come up with What proof, but my people all chose to believe me and agreed with me to seal the city to avoid disaster."

"Then what happened later?" After knowing that the matter here was mostly related to the real person at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhong Tang felt a little confused.

Since it was his family's master who helped him, how did this small town become so lifeless?

"Later...with the help of that Taoist, we successfully escaped the fire when the disaster struck..." Abang'er's voice became hoarse, and he seemed extremely unwilling to recall: "But This is not the end."

After the disaster fell, the ferocious evil that was brewed quickly ravaged the vast desert, which still prevented them from going out.Because the Taoist was still looking for a way to get rid of Li Sha, he left after a while.They were only left to stay in this small isolated city, waiting for the day when Li Sha subsided completely.

"This class lasts for more than ten years...During this period, my clansmen and I can enter and leave this place for a short time through the method left by the Taoist. We went out every once in a while to explore the outside situation. Sha is still rampant, we still can't leave."

"In this way, although the clansmen in the city have never complained, I can still feel that everyone's disappointment is increasing day by day. Although there was nothing lacking here at that time, the peace and security day after day still seemed to be about to People are driving crazy."

"But they still trust me and believe that I can take them away one day like taking them from disaster."

The state of the people in the city gradually affected Abanger's state, and he began to be unable to accept such a predicament, and tried his best to resist Li Sha, but in the end all failed.

Until one day, a few people he had never seen before suddenly appeared in the city.

"Those people told me that they are also Taoists of Da Chong, and they knew the previous Taoist... They brought a method that can make us no longer afraid of Li Sha."

Hearing this, Li Bizhi frowned suddenly: "Did they say who they are?"

Abang Er shook his head, his eyes were full of regret: "No... I was not familiar with Da Chong at that time, when I saw that he was a Taoist... I thought he was the same as that Taoist priest."

The people in the city have been stuck in place for too long, and their kindness and desire for the outside world made everyone dazzled for a while.

It was precisely because of this that they believed the words of those people.

"They said an underground dojo was needed."

The crowd immersed in joy did not doubt anything. Under the leadership of Abanger, they quickly started digging and built a spacious basement according to their requirements.

Then those Taoists walked into it and began to practice.

The people in the city were full of expectations, waiting for the news that they could leave, but in the end what they waited for was a catastrophe——

Everyone's bodies were rapidly deteriorating, and deaths began to appear in the city one after another.

One, two, three... Many people were killed before they could figure out what happened.

People are dying every day. At first, people buried their bodies in sarcophagi according to the custom, but later some families died before the funeral ceremony could be held.

Frightened by the growing death in the city, Abanger finally realized what might be wrong. He took people outside the cellars of several Taoists to find out what happened.

But they found that the basement was tightly sealed, no matter how much they knocked and chiseled, they couldn't open it.

Abang Er's heart gradually cooled down, and he began to realize that he might be deceived.

But God didn't give him time to repent, the death in the city was still going on, more and more people died in the streets and alleys, and there were uncontained corpses everywhere.

Abang Er realized that if he continued to stay in the city, everyone might die.So he decided to lead the tribe to venture out of this desperate situation and return to the desert.

"But it wasn't until then that I realized—" Abang Er covered his face with his pale hands, and after a long, long time, he made another sound.

"We can't get out anymore."

Those Taoists, Abanger still doesn’t know who they are, what they want to do, why are the same Taoists from Da Chong, the first Taoist priest saved them from natural disasters, but they can be ruthless, Trapped the entire city to death.

The people in the city finally began to riot, facing the people around them dying in front of their eyes, the deepest trust they once had was washed away by fear and pain.

They began to no longer obey Abanger's arrangements, resisted him, and even resented him.

In the small town that used to be peaceful, quarrels and riots began to appear.

In a disorderly manner, they tried every means to break open the basement or destroy the isolation outside the city, but they returned without success.

Everything is useless, only death is constantly approaching.

Later, even these battles gradually subsided, and all they had left was despair, endless despair.

At this time, Abanger was almost numb from the regret in his heart, he no longer tried anything, what he did every day was to dig out new sarcophagi, and put those uncontained corpses in them.

At first, he was the only one who was doing this, but gradually, more and more people who were still alive became quiet again and followed behind him to do it together.

Until one day, after Abang Er and other living people put the last corpse into the sarcophagus, they were surprised to find that there were no new dead in the city.

This is really good news, but also bad news.

The people in the city finally stopped dying, and they could no longer usher in the relief of death.

In this way, the remaining people continued to live, numbly.

Day after day, all hope was wiped out, and ancient rituals were used regularly to mourn the dead clansmen painfully.

No one knows how many years have passed, and no one knows when their days like this will end.

Zhong Tang listened to Abanger's story in silence, and he was already so depressed that he could barely breathe at this moment.

"What do you want us to do?" Li Bizhi shook Zhong Tang's hand twice, as if trying to pull him out of this oppressive mire.

Abang Er's face was still deeply buried in his palms, and he slowly raised his head after a while, looking at them: "I want you to help me and take my people out of here."

"...or, at least figure out what happened in the basement back then."

Zhong Tang turned his head to look at Li Bizhi, meeting his eyes briefly.

"Okay." Li Bizhi nodded. These two things did not conflict with their plan, or in other words, they were exactly what they wanted to do.

Abang Er did not show much joy because of Li Bizhi's answer, he stood there in a daze, his stiff face seemed to be mourning, but also seemed to be laughing.

"Is this my fault?"

"If I still believe in the original Taoist—"

"No." Li Bizhi's voice was still cold, as if he had never been affected by much emotion, but every word he said fell on Abanger's heart: "You are not wrong, you have never been."

Abanger's black-gray cloak was as humble as a shadow on the ground, but at this moment he finally struggled.

Zhong Tang took Li Bizhi's hand and walked to his side, with a rare seriousness on his usual casual smile: "Now, what you have to do is take us to find those who really made mistakes. people."

"Give them the punishment they deserve, and then take your people and walk out from here."

"……it is good."

Abang Er nodded vigorously, and then slowly but firmly, took the first step.

Holding the last three black bowls in their hands, under the faint light of the fire, they passed through the darkness that was so thick that it could not be dispelled, and came to a stone door.

In an instant, there was a cyan sword light, splitting the wind, and arousing the sound of broken stones on the ground——

The author has something to say:

Pulling out duck feathers and counting, there are still about six or seven chapters left in the main text?

Of course, it is also possible to write too much cough cough cough

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