Chapter 261 Jinjiang
No one was willing to accept the invitation of an old man who looked weird in a village that looked strange at first glance and enter the old man's home alone.
In addition to the fearless young people who are looking for excitement, there are the official persons in charge.
It’s not that he wasn’t afraid, it’s just that... he had to move forward.
In addition to the members of the program team who were still trapped in the Shadow Puppet Museum, the safety of the entire Baizhi Lake area was also protected behind him, and he could not retreat.
The official in charge took a deep breath, left a signal to the rescue team not far away, and then followed the old man in.
The inside of the house was as dilapidated as the outside, with only a candle barely lighting up the space.
It seemed that because the location was near the lake and the humidity was high, the walls were covered with blue-black mold spots. In the dim light, they looked like eerie human faces looking over, causing the official in charge to frown uncomfortably.
Because of the cold and because the mold looked so disgusting, he got goose bumps all over his body.
The old man, however, had lived here for a long time and had become very accustomed to this environment. He did not have any extra emotions and just walked in with a hunched back and drooped eyebrows.
The official person in charge also saw the entire picture of the house.
Even though the house has become dilapidated due to neglect, you can still see its former splendor from beneath the moss and mold.
Many wooden furniture have not yet decayed. The entire set of huanghuali wood is luxurious and exquisite, and is carved with landscapes and figures. You can vaguely tell how high-spirited the owner was back then.
It’s a pity that they are now covered with a thick layer of dust, and are gradually losing their former glory in the dim and dilapidated houses.
It seemed as if they, together with the owner of the house, regarded this place as their final burial place.
All the exquisite and expensive furniture had been abandoned and piled up in the corner. The empty house was still clean, with only a simple wooden bed and a worn-out sofa.
This should be the furniture that the old man has been using. Although it is severely worn, compared with other furniture, there is no dust accumulated on it.
The old man pointed casually at the sofa, then sat down on the bed.
The official in charge understood what he meant, thanked him, and walked towards the sofa.
The old man was leaning against a candle beside him. The dim light barely illuminated half of his aging face. Layers of wrinkles drooped down, and in the semi-darkness, the old man looked eerie, as if he wasn't a real person.
The candlelight stretched the old man's shadow very long, casting it onto the window, making the glass covered with a thick layer of dust look like a curtain, with shadows dancing as the candlelight swayed.
As soon as the official person in charge sat down and looked up, he was caught off guard by the shadow on the window.
At that moment, he seemed to see a number of evil faces clinging to the windows, squeezed and deformed, still roaring and struggling to rush into the house, their empty dark eye sockets staring at the old man with his back to the window.
Just at this moment, the old man raised his eyes, and his gloomy eyes looked at the official person in charge from under his drooping eyelids.
"What do you want to ask?"
The old man's voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper scratching across bricks.
This voice was like a needle piercing into the official's brain, causing him to come back to his senses with a start. He looked at the old man with cold sweat on his face.
He was breathing heavily, and his pupils, which had been dilated due to his absent-mindedness, took a long time to focus again. When he looked at the old man, his face was full of doubt and he quickly looked at the window.
However, there was nothing on the window covered with thick dust.
There were only ashes floating up and down due to the high heat of the candle flame.
The official in charge almost pointed at the window and blurted out his question, but the old man's cold and dead gaze was like a basin of cold water, which made him sober up instantly.
"I'm sorry, I...I was distracted just now."
The official in charge covered his eyes with his hands and rubbed his cheeks vigorously. He relied on the pain to regain consciousness and quickly calmed down.
The old man sat there with his brows drooping, as if he was asleep, or just didn't care about the behavior of the official in charge.
In the wrinkles left by time and pain, behind each wrinkle, there is an unspeakable and heavy story hidden.
Those tragic experiences had wiped out all his passion for life, and now, nothing could arouse any emotional fluctuations in him.
It's like a pool of stagnant water.
He just kept breathing, maintaining the fact that he was still alive, until that person came to take his life and put an end to the evil he had done, and then he could close his eyes peacefully.
The old man turned his eyes slightly to the side and glanced coldly at the window next to him.
His eyes, which reflected nothing, were dark and yet seemed to take in everything.
The dead branches outside the house that were swaying in the wind and hitting the window suddenly stopped moving, and the tiny sounds outside the window quieted down.
The old man turned his eyes back, still with droopy eyelids, looking uninterested in everything, quietly waiting for the official person in charge to adjust his state.
"Do you live here alone?"
The official person in charge took a look around and confirmed that only a few pieces of furniture were still in use in the house, and there were no signs of other people living there.
But even the traces of life left by the old man cannot be simpler.
There are no nice and warm clothes, no soft and warm beds, and no delicious food.
On the simple stove was a stainless steel basin that had been used for a long time and was full of dents. Inside it was a black mass of something that could not be identified. It had condensed because the fire had gone out.
The old man's life can be described as poor, and all he can say is that he is still alive.
Even though they knew the old man might have something wrong, the official responsible still felt a little sad when he saw such a living environment.
He remembered what Yan Shixun had said to him before. Before he could verify whether the person he was facing was a human or a ghost, and whether he could be of any help, he should just consider the other person as someone who could still be saved. Even if he was injured, he should not harm innocent people.
The official person in charge didn’t know whether the old man was a human or a ghost, but he thought that a person should not live like this.
He wanted to help the old man.
"What about your family? It would be much easier to live with the kids."
The official in charge asked with concern: "If you need it, there are some friends who know some medicine who can help you check your body, or help you contact the authorities to go to a nursing home or..."
"No need to bother."
The old man interrupted the person in charge and didn't let him continue.
The old man raised his eyelids and looked directly at the person in charge for the first time since he came over.
"Since I was born here and all the troubles are caused by me, I will die here and watch all the troubles end here. I am a tree growing on this soil. I will not leave. If I leave, I will die."
The old man was very calm.
When talking about the village and his own affairs, he was as indifferent as an outsider.
"Ever since that young boy took the statue, I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
Although the official in charge had not yet explained his purpose, the old man had already accurately said: "Shadow puppet, something happened, right?"
The official in charge was stunned: "How do you know... Did you see those students break into the temple and take the statue at that time?"
"Then why didn't you stop it?!"
The old man asked back: "Why should I stop it? People should bear the consequences of their choices, just like them and me."
"You can come here. Someone is missing. He is in the Shadow Puppet Museum."
The official in charge looked at the old man and was confused for a moment.
He didn't know why this old man, who seemed to be isolated from the world, knew so many things.
The old man lives too thoroughly. In his eyes, everything seems to have its own operating rules. He will not intervene to change it, nor will he help.
Therefore, it appears particularly cold and cruel.
The official in charge felt so cold that he was shivering just by looking at him.
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. His original concern for the old man was suppressed by this coldness and disappeared completely.
"The village...did they move away, or something happened? How do you know what happened in the Shadow Puppet Museum? Who are you?"
It took a long time for the official person in charge to find his voice, and his voice was filled with suppressed urgency and trembling.
The old man started coughing violently.
He coughed so hard that it seemed as if he was going to vomit out his lungs. With each cough, he lowered his back a little, and huddled in front of the window, making his originally thin and old body look even more miserable.
A candle in the wind will go out if it is blown.
The official person in charge immediately ignored his original purpose and hurried over to support the old man, anxiously helped him to breathe smoothly, and asked him if he had any medicine and where it was.
The old man was coughing so hard that he couldn't speak, and his throat was full of blood foam.
Upon seeing this, the person in charge quickly opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him to look for pills. Generally, the elderly or patients will put commonly used medicines close to the bed and where they can be reached by hand, in case they get sick in the middle of the night and cannot get the medicine in time.
He could only take a gamble now. If he couldn't find the old man, he would not care about the old man's identity or whether he had any abnormalities. He was ready to carry the old man out and let the medical staff in the rescue team give him first aid.
Fortunately, he was lucky. There were indeed a lot of pills in the drawer. The brown paper wrapped around the pills stated the usage and frequency, as well as the corresponding prescription time.
It seems that the old man had seen a doctor before and got the medicine from the doctor.
This also made the person in charge breathe a sigh of relief, and he quickly opened the package with trembling hands and fed the pills to the old man.
But when the person in charge wanted to close the drawer, he found something wrong.
There are several similar brown paper packages, and the earliest date written on them is half a year ago, which obviously has passed the deadline for taking the medicine written on the brown paper.
In other words, starting from half a year ago, although the old man was still receiving medicine, he no longer took it, but piled it all here.
It's like waiting to die.
Half a year ago...it was exactly when that young man took away the ebony statue.
The person in charge's finger hovered over the brown paper bag, a little stunned.
The old man watched with his own eyes as those young people who were out for fun mistakenly entered the deserted village, found the temple, and threw out the bones of the exorcist who had died there while trying to ward off evil spirits. Then, like bandits, they looted all the gold and silver sacrificial vessels inside.
Most importantly, the ebony statue was taken away.
The old man did not stop or remind the man, but after returning, he stopped taking his medicine even though he knew he was in poor health.
He endured the pain of his body deteriorating day by day, and then sat quietly in the deserted village, waiting for death to come.
Why on earth is this happening?
Official officials have seen many people who are desperate to survive, even at the cost of killing others, just like the villagers in the longevity village.
But the old man in front of him now was seeking death.
Is it atonement? Because he has done something that makes him regretful but cannot make up for it, so he wants to use death to pay for his sins?
If that's the case, then why did he survive by taking medicine and seeing a doctor before, but why did it happen half a year ago?
Who is that ebony statue, and what does the old man know about it?
The official in charge's mind was in a mess.
But in the dim candlelight, he suddenly discovered that under the brown paper package, there were a few faded red papers and several group photos.
The person in charge took a curious glance and then froze in shock.
His hands rested on the red papers and he forgot that he was going to close the drawer.
This old man...actually has an officially certified certificate.
The big gold-embossed characters on a red background clearly stated that the old man's surname was Bai.
He is the 28th generation inheritor of Southwestern shadow puppetry.
He is also the only remaining shadow puppet craftsman in Southwest China.
In several other group photos, Master Bai was standing in front of a crowd many years ago, laughing heartily. The sun was shining brightly and he was in high spirits.
At that time, Master Bai still had expectations for the future on his face.
But now Master Bai... seems to be just an empty shell, living in a daze.
"Things never go as planned, right?"
The tired and hoarse voice of the old man came from the side: "When a person's career is at its peak, he would never think that one day he would end up losing everything."
Master Bai blinked, leaned against the head of the bed and looked up at the floor, his cloudy and lifeless eyes filled with emotion.
This house was once filled with laughter and joy. Children ran across the floor, and the cheers seemed to never stop.
At that time, the gentle and caring voice of my old wife, the chatting and laughing of my son and daughter-in-law, the laughter of friends when they came to visit, and the sounds of oil pans and burning firewood coming from the kitchen...all these sounds combined together to build a place called home.
But now, it's all gone.
Lying on the hospital bed, his old wife asked him in grief whether they had really done something wrong. It was because they were too greedy and wanted to promote Southwestern shadow puppetry that they invited Carpenter Zheng and his family to settle in the village, and all the troubles were caused by them.
At that time, he was sitting beside his old wife's bed. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was everywhere, but it stimulated him to recall that evening again. He heard the terrified and angry shouts of a young boy. When he looked for the source of the sound, he saw a rotten corpse in the warehouse, and lingering flies and maggots.
There was also the stench of rotting corpses that hit my nose straight in the face.
Master Bai lowered his head, his throat was sore and tight that he could not answer.
The old wife cried until her pillow was wet. She didn't even look at Master Bai. She kept talking about the poor child and the poor daughter-in-law. She was about to give birth in the due month, but this happened...
The hand held by Master Bai slipped down weakly and fell on the hospital bed.
My old wife died with her eyes open.
Until her death, she refused to forgive herself and Master Bai, and was heartbroken about what happened to Master Zheng's family.
Master Bai's eyes were red and veins on his neck were bulging. He cried until he was retching but couldn't make a single sound.
After his wife's funeral, Master Bai returned home in silence, broke off relations with all his family members, and lived alone in the woodshed.
Until one day, a young man stood at the entrance of the village carrying a wooden box on his back.
He greeted Master Bai with a smile and said, "Uncle Bai, I'm back."
Master Bai looked at the young man, and scenes from several years ago came back to his mind.
He knew the young man's identity, but said nothing. He remained as silent as before and lived in the village like a transparent person.
He neither warned the villagers nor had the courage to look for the young man.
The death of his old wife became the last straw that broke the camel's back and had already crushed Master Bai.
He always thought that if he had not blindly trusted the villagers, if he had not invited Carpenter Zheng and his family, Carpenter Zheng and his family would not have suffered this disaster, and his wife would not have died in anger and regret.
He was the one who caused all this.
He must atone for his sins.
Master Bai lived like an ascetic monk. He ignored the pointing and mocking eyes of other villagers, and was indifferent when his son and daughter-in-law came to him to show off their current wealth.
The son was furious and called him an outdated antique, saying that now was the age when people laughed at poverty rather than women's prosperity, and that it didn't matter where the money came from, as long as he had money.
His son asked him if he really thought shadow puppetry was a valuable thing. Didn't he know that nowadays no one cared about authenticity or skills learned as a child? No matter whether it was passed down or not, people now just wanted a gimmick for publicity. As long as he appeared on TV a few more times and was interviewed by magazines a few more times, even a fool in the village could be called a master under the banner of shadow puppetry.
'Dad, wake up! Your old tricks are outdated and useless now! What's the point of spending months making a shadow puppet? They are a bunch of amateurs who can't tell the difference between good and bad. You are performing for blind people!'
The son was so angry that he smashed things in the woodshed.
But Master Bai was like an old monk in meditation, with his eyelids drooping, allowing his son to go crazy in front of him. The Buddha statue thrown at him hit his forehead.
The son rushed over in a panic and wanted to help him stop the bleeding guiltily.
But looking over his son's shoulder, Master Bai saw that the young man was standing outside the gate of his yard, looking at him with a smile.
The Buddha statue shattered on the ground, as if mocking him.
You see, this is the sin you have committed.
When Carpenter Zheng's family got into trouble, his son was not a direct participant but was an insider.
Knowing it, but not stopping it.
What's the difference between standing by and watching someone die and being a murderer?
Master Bai waved his son away and just let out a long sigh.
He had a feeling that the time had come for all of them to pay for the mistakes they had made.
What he said came true.
From that day on, the entire Bai village suffered a massive death.
The young man, carrying a wooden box on his back, stood on the village road, which was the only way for funeral processions. He smiled as he watched the bereaved family wailing and dropping paper money.
Master Bai stood on the path behind the young man, watching everything in silence.
The young man turned around and asked him with a smile, Uncle Bai, my parents couldn’t even have a funeral. As a son, am I being too unfilial?
The young man didn't wait for Master Bai's answer, but just smiled and said, "So I want to hold a funeral for my parents, and the grave should be in the village that killed them and my brother or sister."
Master Bai looked at the young man, and the young man laughed heartily. As he laughed, tears streamed down his face.
He also closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death to come his turn.
The farewell processions became shorter and shorter, and the bodies that could not be buried in the ancestral tombs were simply thrown on the ground. No one cared about the death of family members anymore, and no one cared about the grief.
The whole village was in a panic, fearing that they would be the next to die.
However, until everyone in the village died, including men, women, young and old, Master Bai was still alive.
Those who wanted to live died, but the only one who wanted to die survived.
Master Bai didn't feel happy, he just felt that this was a great irony.
He silently helped those families who had lost all their descendants to deal with all the corpses. When he looked down at the pale faces, he recalled the death of Carpenter Zheng.
Did Carpenter Zheng also beg for mercy and ask those people to let him go? He choked up and said that he still had a wife and children, and his wife was pregnant.
However, those people did not let Carpenter Zheng go.
So when Carpenter Zheng's son came back for revenge, he did not spare them.
Master Bai buried his tragically dead son, daughter-in-law and grandson properly, and then went to knock on the young man's door.
'Tree, I know you hate me and this village.'
Master Bai looked at the young man who opened the door and begged him to kill him in a deep voice: "Now everyone is dead, only I am left, so I came. After I die, maybe you can let go of your hatred and live a new life."
The young man laughed more happily and easily than ever before, but the words he said were like the tongue of a poisonous snake, which made Master Bai feel cold all over.
"Uncle Bai, everything started because of you, but it actually has nothing to do with you."
The young man said: "You were not there when my parents died. The only thing you did wrong was inviting my family to the village in the beginning... No, in this matter, I was actually wrong."
'If I hadn't seen the shadow puppets at the market and liked them, my father might not have made up his mind to come. It was because I pestered my father to watch Havoc in Heaven a few more times at the market that led to all this.'
As he spoke, the young man burst into tears while laughing: "So you see, Uncle Bai, we are both sinners. We should live in pain like this until we die, until we have paid for our sins."
Master Bai sighed and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, everything in the past disappeared like bubbles in the water, and the only thing left was the dark beams covered with spider webs.
There was also an official person squatting beside him, with concern and shock in his eyes.
"I watched him build a tall building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his building collapse..."①
Master Bai's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and the tune he sang was broken into several sentences. Past scenes were replayed before his eyes and then shattered, and finally turned into pale, lifeless faces of dead people.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly: "If I had known earlier, I would have known back then... But how could one know earlier? How can there be medicine for regret?"
"Kid, have you ever caused the death of others because of your mistakes?"
Master Bai looked at the official person in charge with a deep look in his eyes: "Don't do that."
"Otherwise, even breathing will become torture for you."
The official in charge trembled the palm of his hand that was placed on the brown paper medicine bag: "So, you gave up taking medicine and are here..."
Waiting to die?
But the person in charge couldn't say those two words no matter what.
Master Bai nodded and said, "When I saw those young kids taking away the statue, I knew that I would finally meet my death."
"They are making the same mistakes that I did, and they need to bear the consequences of their mistakes themselves."
"I mistakenly trusted the people in the village, thinking that many of them were friends I grew up with and that they were good people, but I was so wrong. When it comes to money, there are no good people."
"And those children..."
Master Bai laughed. "They released the ghosts of all the dead villagers, and also released the things that were suppressed here. Even if I tried to dissuade them, they wouldn't listen, just like when my wife tried to dissuade me and I ignored her."
"Everyone is repeating the same mistakes, and no one needs to be saved."
Master Bai shook his head, but when his eyes swept over the official person in charge, his aging body paused.
The official person in charge had not imagined that this village actually hid such a past, and that the strange mass death in Baizhi Lake that year actually originated from an initial murder for money.
Carpenter Zheng accidentally revealed his wealth when he moved into the village. The villagers who were eyeing his property took the opportunity to kill him, and his wife also died with the baby in her belly.
Only the young boy jumped into the lake and his body was never found.
Many years later, the boy grew up.
The carpenter carrying a wooden box on his back stopped in front of the village and asked the villagers with a smile if he could stay overnight.
The carpenter, who concealed his name, settled down in the village. The only one who recognized him, Master Bai, kept silent out of guilt.
The young man began his revenge.
So, he spared no one in the entire village, including himself and Master Bai.
But I don't know which is more painful, for the soul to be trapped in this land after death and unable to leave, or to be tormented by the past while alive and tossing and turning day and night.
Whether it was a life or death sentence, it was a farewell to Carpenter Zheng and his wife who died tragically that year.
After listening to Master Bai's talk, the official person in charge felt a chill all over his body, all the way to his heart.
"I can see you're a good kid."
Master Bai reached out and gently took back the group photo of all the shadow puppet craftsmen from the official person in charge. His old and skinny fingers stroked the aging photo. His once nimble fingers had long since given up on making exquisite shadow puppets. Now they were stiff and rough, and even the simplest movements seemed slow.
He hated himself, and also hated the shadow puppetry that he had originally wanted to promote and pass on. He was even more angry at the villagers' casual attitude towards shadow puppetry.
Therefore, after Master Bai wiped out the entire village, he smashed his ten fingers in front of Zheng Shumu.
The finger bones had broken and grown back together, but they had lost their delicate abilities.
But it gave Master Bai a chance to catch his breath.
"I am dying, but what will you do, child? What will you do if you know all this, or if you stay here and the evil spirit takes you?"
Master Bai stared at the official person in charge for a long time, and then he said softly: "Let's go while we can still go."
"Take my advice."
"I feel that a lot of what you said was not directed at me, but at someone else."
Yan Shixun sat quietly on the chair with his long legs crossed.
He put down the stack of photos in his hand and looked up at the hunched old man opposite him.
"But there are only two of us here, who are you talking to, Master Bai?"
Yan Shixun smiled, but there was only a cold inquiry in his eyes: "Is it your shadow play, inheritor?"
The old man opposite had a droopy brow, and although he was sitting right in front of Yan Shixun, he did not show any hospitality. No matter how Yan Shixun asked questions, he did not say anything.
Yan Shixun was not in a hurry and slowly looked through the photos in his hand.
These photos included everyone in the village, but Yan Shixun could not feel any vitality from them, as if the people in the photos were lifeless dead objects.
But it shouldn’t be this way.
Under normal circumstances, because the photo shows the person's original appearance, the person can be accurately located based on this. Even if there is no birth date, the face can be used to directly tell the person's fate and current situation using the three parts of the face and five eyes.
Although this method is quite difficult for most people, and many people only regard it as a legendary fallacy, it can actually be done.
Yan Shixun can do it.
In a normal world, as long as he wanted, he could calculate everything about the person in a photo.
But now, the photos he saw could not reveal any information about the people in the photos.
It's not just that heaven and earth are blocked out, but because heaven and earth treat these people as dead objects.
——People and shadow puppets exchanged identities and deceived the world.
Even such subtle details were not overlooked.
Yan Shixun could feel that he was now in an artificial enclosed space. Not only was he blocked from all connections and forces from the outside world, but he was also blindfolded and ears plugged. The falsehood seriously interfered with his judgment of reality.
but……
"Oh, that's the opposite."
Yan Shixun shrugged and said in a relaxed tone: "It's not that you are talking to the characters in the shadow play. After all, we are in the shadow play now - you are talking to real people, right, Master Bai?"
“You exist in reality and in the shadow play at the same time, like a connecting point between two worlds.”
Yan Shixun's smile deepened.
Master Bai raised his eyelids and looked at Yan Shixun without saying a word.
"It's not that easy to deceive the heaven and earth. Although many people don't like the Tao and say that God is unfair, in fact, it sees far more than any human gods or ghosts."
Yan Shixun continued as if talking to himself, "Although I have to admit that using shadow puppetry to make the fake look real is a very clever trick, if you really want to achieve it, you have to make it exactly the same as reality. This means that from the moment you start this plan, you will be trapped in the village until you die."
“Reality and shadow play are both performed in this village. All ghosts and living people must stay here. There is no possibility of leaving.”
"In that case, if you want to talk to someone in reality, that person must take the initiative to walk into the village in reality."
Yan Shixun tilted his head, understanding what was going on. The answer was ready to come out.
"It seems that the person in charge has come looking for us."
He nodded: "That's right. After all, we have been in the shadow play for so long, and even the two Taoist priests have arrived here. It is impossible that the person in charge has not noticed it."
"But, Master Bai, did you just want the person in charge to leave the village?"
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and acted surprised: "This is something I didn't expect. It seems that Master Bai still has a conscience?"
"Or maybe, I misunderstood Master Bai from the beginning. You are not the one behind the scenes."
Yan Shixun's voice turned cold: "Everyone is trapped in the shadow play, it's not you, Master Bai. There is someone else behind the scenes manipulating all this."
Master Bai closed his eyes and sat on a chair in the dim room without saying another word.
Silence is better than sound.
Master Bai's actions have already given Yan Shixun the answer.
He was not a stupid man. All the fragments of clues gradually connected in his mind. The broken puzzles were put together piece by piece, and the true face of the shadow play was gradually revealed.
When Yan Shixun returned to Uncle Bai's yard, he found that Uncle Bai was not there.
He heard from Zhang Wubing that Uncle Bai "left because he felt unwell", but he was not as foolish as Zhang Wubing to believe everything he said. Instead, he keenly discovered the fact that Uncle Bai had run away.
What would make Uncle Bai so scared that he wanted to run away?
When we first met, Uncle Bai's reactions were all normal.
Yan Shixun's first reaction was to the Zheng Shumu siblings who lived opposite, and Master Bai not far away.
As these two people are the only two alive people on the poster, Yan Shixun is particularly alert.
While at Zheng Shumu's house, Yan Shixun also remembered the few extra words Zheng Shumu said before leaving.
Zheng Shumu was reminding him that if there was anything he wanted to know from Master Bai, he should go as soon as possible, preferably tonight.
Yan Shixun didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but because of the painting in Zheng Shumu's house and because Zheng Shumu and Li Chengyun knew each other, Yan Shixun chose to believe Zheng Shumu this time.
But I didn't expect that this trip would bring me such great gains.
When Yan Shixun was talking with Master Bai, he found that Master Bai always seemed to be talking to someone else in the middle of a conversation, his words were incoherent and his answers were irrelevant to the questions asked.
This caught Yan Shixun's attention, and he thus confirmed the uniqueness of Master Bai.
It is true that someone uses shadow puppetry to deceive the world, but this person is not Master Bai.
Master Bai is just a tool for the people behind the scenes to achieve their goals, and he is also the node connecting shadow play and reality.
If you want to get out of shadow puppetry, the way out lies in Master Bai.
Zheng Shumu also knew about this matter.
Yan Shixun even suspected that once Master Bai died, the connection between shadow play and reality would be disconnected, and they would remain in the shadow play forever.
And here...what's false will become true.
The true birth becomes the world that heaven and earth have to recognize.
Just like Fengdu or the underworld, it has become an independent world.
It may even replace the heaven and earth and become the new heaven and earth and avenue.
Yan Shixun pursed his lips tightly, his expression serious.
He felt a sense of urgency; he didn't have much time left to end it all before the person behind the scenes did.
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