"Who is it?"

"Aunt Yang, it's me." Zhou Ziyan responded gently.

As if something had been knocked over in the yard, the sound of footsteps hurriedly came out, and the door was opened with a creak, revealing a panicked woman's face: "Ah, Ziyan, it's you, come in, come in quickly...Old man hurry up. Go get the dates!"

"No need," Zhou Ziyan looked as usual, a little apologetically, "I just met Doudou, she said that she was afraid that you would scold her and dare not come back."

"Damn girl." The woman apologized while letting people in.

The conversation that followed was gradually blurred.

Lou Jiang took a few steps back and bumped into someone.

Zuo Yuesheng, Lu Jing, and Ye Cang stood behind their backs with their brows tied in knots, apparently hearing the quarrel just now.

"Several benefactors, there used to be the sun in Licheng."

The monk Budu twisted the Buddha beads and said lightly.

……………………

The gates opened.

The sun pushed out along the ground, and spread out on thousands of acres of paddy fields in an instant. A man treks through the mud with a buffalo. Qiu Bodeng was standing on a red hoary about three feet long, and was carried under the half-moon-shaped gate by the rushing river.

The old man beat gongs and drums, and the old singing echoed in the heaven and earth.

"The miasma is over-"

"Four wilds open!"

The men and women who bent over to plant seedlings straightened up and responded loudly.

"Shen Po River opens"

"Grow corn!"

Flocks of red scorpions leaped out of the water, their scales glowing brightly. They flew over the heads of the people who were ploughing, shedding splendid drops of water. The fish swept a crimson rainbow in the air outside the city, plunged into the river that separated the paddy fields, and swam down the river. After swimming a distance, they jumped high again.

Wherever it passed, the remnants of the long miasma moon melted like snow.

"The fire of the red scorpion comes from the sunlight," Huainingjun fell lightly to Qiu Bodeng's side, "although they are fish that cannot live without water, they can't live without the sun. Without rain, they will die, and without sunlight, They will be weak."

Because of weakness, it is necessary to sleep.

Qiu Bodeng took a few steps on the field ridge.

The sun hangs high in the east, and the rain falls in the west. With the passage of time, it is gradually moving to the west, and the rain is gradually moving to the east, like a slowly rotating rain and sun's Tai Chi. In the sun-drenched place, the scorpion came out through the river to remove the bad luck accumulated in the thick soil under the whole miasma. In the rainy place, the squid are half-swimming and half-floating, taking the well-cooked green dumplings from people's hands.

The whole city has rain and light.

Noisy and lively.

The red of the chili, the blue of the mulberry, the gold of the rising sun, the picture scroll of heaven and earth.

"Then," Jun Huaining waved his sleeves, "do you want to save it?"

………………

The rain filled the air, and the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

The courtyard and the quarrelling men and women all disappeared, and a few people in Loujiang stood quietly, knowing that the maze was changing. For a while, they couldn't see anything else but heard rambling conversations, sometimes sharp and sometimes whispering, but all vague.

"Ziyan Ziyan, someone has returned to the water again."

"How many times have I said that I have to call Cheng Zhu, and no matter how bad it is, I have to call Mr. No matter how big or small."

"But everyone calls you Ziyan Ziyan, why can't everyone call you, but I can't?"

"It's beautiful to say, everyone is equal."

Hearing the last sentence, Zuo Yuesheng and Lu Jing almost jumped up.

The first three sentences should be the conversation between Zhou Ziyan and someone else, but the last sentence is clearly Qiu Bodeng!

Depend on!

Zuo Yuesheng and Lu Jing were so excited that they almost shouted, thinking that Young Master Chou was really the one who brought up the sword to save us in the end. Fortunately, the monk Budu and Lou Jiang held him down.

The surroundings finally became clear.

A few people looked around and found that the picture presented by the maze this time was quite familiar, wasn't it the one they were designed to enter into the magic circle?

At the same time, they also saw Qiu Bodeng.

Qiu Bodeng stayed in the water pavilion not far from the altar, looking at this side, his eyes went straight through them and landed on the altar. It seemed that in the maze, neither Zhou Ziyan nor Qiu Bodeng could see them.

Zuo Yuesheng also wanted to go to Qiu Bodeng's side, and was photographed by monk Budu.

Monk Budu pointed at Zhou Ziyan wearing a city robe, and motioned for the others to follow him first.

"The soul returns! The thick soil and miasma, the only thing is to rest."

"The soul returns! The sky is boundless, and it only rests."

"..."

The singing voice of the teacher and the daughter is vague.

Although they knew that Zhou Ziyan couldn't see him, they still felt guilty for some reason. Among the few people, Lu Jing had seen this kind of battle, and almost wanted to spit it out on the spot.

"This guy, don't be a demon at all, right?"

Lu Jing asked with a gasp.

Good cannibal kind.

Lou Jiang stabbed him with his elbow fiercely and shut him up. While speaking, Zhou Ziyan's knife had already cut open the belly of the deceased, and several people saw a piece of gold rolling out from under the knife at the same time. Zhou Ziyan continued to perform the ceremony of returning to the water with no expression, the hand holding the knife was pale and forceful, gouging out the heart of the deceased.

"Amitabha, good is good."