Yi Zuqian said goodbye without hesitation, and agreed to come back to Daoist Chen in An Ding later to repay the favor of saving his life today.
Then he left in a hurry.
When he left, he didn't even look back.
Chen Changsheng watched him leave. Speaking of which, there were indeed not many such people in the world of immortality.
It's not that he, Chen, is easy to deceive, but many things can be seen from some details and actions, not to mention that Yi Zuqian can't hide any thoughts in front of him.
You can see through it at a glance.
The black tower in the palm of his hand shook and said: "You are such a bad person that you wouldn't give him a chance for such a good opportunity."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Is there anything Chen is missing?"
"Treasures from heaven, materials and earth, magic weapons, merits and luck, isn't that possible?"
"But Chen doesn't need these."
Heita sighed in his heart, thinking that this person named Chen was really strange, not looking like a mature monk at all.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and came to the door again.
He stretched out his hand and pressed the Thirty-Three-Sheng button one by one. Then he saw the stone door open and Chen Changsheng walked in.
What you see is still the thirty-third heaven, and walking further in, you will see the "South Garden" that is like a paradise.
Chen Changsheng looked around and saw that nothing had changed here, it was still the same, not even a speck of dust had appeared.
But when the door opened, it felt like a secret compartment that had been sealed for a long time was opened again.
Chen Changsheng's eyes also fell on the well in the yard.
He walked straight over, then lowered his head and looked into the well.
The black tower was in his hand and he said, "What's so interesting about this well?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Someone told Chen that this well is connected to the Demon Realm."
"Um?"
Heita was stunned for a moment and asked: "How can such a well be related to the Demon Realm?"
He also took a look, and then said: "Is it because you have poor eyesight or did I think wrongly, that such a place with no demonic energy and yin energy is the location of the demonic realm?"
Chen Changsheng stared at the deep ancient well and said, "It's just that I can't see it now."
Heita felt that Chen Changsheng was joking. How could a place like the Demon Realm be related to this place.
Heita said: "In my opinion, this Demon Realm probably no longer exists."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "It is also possible."
Heita asked: "Why are you looking for this demonic realm? What? Do you want to become a demon?"
"Do you think it's possible?"
"Indeed, if a person like you can cultivate demons, then he has seen a ghost."
Heita has always believed that Chen Changsheng's temperament is the kind of person who prefers purity regardless of worldly affairs, and has no big hatred or grudges. Such a person cannot cultivate demons.
Chen Changsheng stood by the well and looked at it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't figure out anything.
He thought about it and decided to go into the well to take a look.
"Go down and have a look."
Chen Changsheng jumped up lightly, and then fell into the well with the black tower.
The well is not deep, but it fell to the bottom in the blink of an eye.
It's a dry well.
The light from the wellhead fell, illuminating the place a little.
Looking over, the bottom of the well was covered with moss, and some weeds had grown up, surrounding a circle of light, as if there was nowhere to stay.
He glanced left and right, then raised his palm and lit up a string of fire.
He looked towards the wall of the well.
But I saw many pictures carved on the edge of the well.
One by one, it seems to constitute an event.
Heita was stunned for a moment when he saw what was on the wall, "Guigui, there is something hidden here."
Chen Changsheng looked towards the first mural.
It is a human figure, but it is connected to countless lines. On the other end of the lines are countless figures, but they all have no faces. There are monsters, ghosts, immortals, and demons...
‘Could this painting be about the incarnation of the Demon Lord?’
That's what Jianshenghua told him back then, that the Demon Lord transformed into hundreds of clones, each in his own way.
"What is this painting?" Heita couldn't understand.
Chen Changsheng ignored him and continued to look at the next painting.
There are nine figures in total, including humans, demons, spirits, monsters, immortals, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, and gods. They may be ordinary people, or they may be wearing cassocks, or they may be forest spirits, or they may be holding fairy swords, or they may be ghosts.
Wait wait wait...
"Does this mean incarnation in various ways?"
Chen Changsheng frowned. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what this demon lord was going to do.
Mixed together like this, in the end, even if you have the ability to reach heaven, you may not be able to integrate these incarnations into one body. Even if you don't die, you will be so crazy that you don't understand who you are.
Move on to the next painting.
However, the portrait showed layers of attics.
Each scene in the previous painting appears on the same floor. At the top, there is a person sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, but his face cannot be seen clearly.
Maybe this one is the Demon Lord.
"attic?"
Chen Changsheng frowned. The attic on each floor was definitely unusual, otherwise there wouldn't be another painting to explain it. But he couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he continued to look down.
The fourth painting shows a pair of majestic eyes.
Those eyes were in the sky, and they saw thunder trembling again.
In the painting, there is a figure, wearing a black shirt, with messy hair, holding a sword in his hand, facing the pair of eyes above his head.
There is another painting at the back, but that painting is blank, as if it has not been filled in.
Maybe it's because the demon lord's plan failed.
"This guy wants to destroy the sky!" Black Tower exclaimed.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "This is almost impossible."
Heita said: "It's impossible to say for sure. Nothing in the world remains the same."
"But what do the previous paintings mean?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Separating the soul and uniting the Tao."
"oh……"
Heita groaned, but then asked: "What does that mean?"
Chen Changsheng did not explain to him and continued to explore at the bottom of the well.
He wanted to find out if there was any formation.
If this well can really connect to the Demon Realm, it must be blessed by some formation.
Although there is no record of the arrival of such a space formation, it will definitely leave some traces.
If you can directly enter the Demon Realm through the formation, then all problems will be solved.
No traces were found on the stone walls of the well.
Chen Changsheng focused his attention on the soles of his feet.
He raised his hand, and a touch of sword energy escaped from his fingertips, and then he swung it away. All the weeds at the bottom of the well were cut away by the sword energy, and then blown out of the well with a breeze.
Look down.
But I saw that the soles of my feet were actually flat and paved with a layer of bluestone.
On the stone slab, there were many obscure runes painted on it. The combination of these runes made Chen Changsheng frown.
"Huh?"
Black Tower said: "These runes are not like formation runes, but rather like the runes on the talisman."