Xiaohong held Grandma Lin's hand tightly, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of the palm of her hand.
She felt Grandma Lin's hand trembling slightly, and her uneasy emotions spread among the crowd.
Luo Xiaoyu bit her lower lip and stared at the man in white anxiously, as if she wanted to force him to speak with her eyes.
Doctor Zhang held his glasses, his eyes flashed behind the lenses, as if he was thinking about something.
Liehuo tightened the hunting knife in his hand, stared at the surroundings vigilantly, ready to deal with sudden dangers at any time.
Just when everyone thought the deadlock would continue, a sound of crutches hitting the ground suddenly came from the depths of the passage, from far to near, crisp and rhythmic.
Everyone looked in the sound and saw a white-haired old man walking slowly over with a crutch.
The old man was thin but energetic, with bright eyes, as if he could see through everything.
"Elder Chen!" Grandma Lin shouted in surprise, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
Everyone also showed surprise expressions, but they did not expect Elder Chen to appear at this time.
Elder Chen walked up to everyone, smiled kindly, and said, "Children, don't be afraid, I'll help you."
Everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had found a support.
Elder Chen is respected and knowledgeable in the village and is regarded as the wise man in the village.
His arrival undoubtedly brought hope to everyone.
Elder Chen walked to the stone wall and carefully observed the strange symbols.
He stretched out his thin fingers, gently stroked the lines of the symbols, and muttered words.
Suddenly, Elder Chen's expression became painful, his brows frowned, and his body began to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly surrounded him, his face full of anxiety.
"Elder Chen, what's wrong with you?" Grandma Lin asked with concern.
Elder Chen did not answer, but just groaned in pain.
The light around began to flicker, and the air in the passage became more dull, as if something terrible was about to come.
Li Liewo subconsciously protected Grandma Lin behind her and looked around vigilantly.
"Not good!" Elder Chen suddenly shouted and pushed everyone away.
Liehuo was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and held Elder Chen with a hand and said with concern: "Elder, are you okay?"
Elder Chen looked pale and his lips were trembling. He pointed to the symbols on the stone wall and said with difficulty: "These...these symbols... are..."
Liehuo carefully supported Elder Chen, his movements as gentle as if he was holding a fragile treasure.
His rough palms steadily held Elder Chen's thin arms, feeling the weakness and trembling from the old man, and was both worried and admired.
Elder Chen looked up at Liehuo. Everything around the turbidity became quiet, and only a few people were breathing slightly. Everyone was waiting silently, their eyes filled with concern for Elder Chen, and a trace of warmth was filled with the air.
However, this calm was quickly broken.
The symbols on the stone wall seemed to come alive, and suddenly burst out with dazzling light, illuminating the entire passage like daytime.
The light is so strong that it makes people unable to open their eyes, as if countless fine needles are stuck on the eyeball, which makes people feel painful.
The lines of the symbol also began to twist and deform, spreading out like struggling tentacles.
Elder Chen gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face trembled slightly due to the force, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.
His thin fingers clutched the ground tightly, his knuckles turned white, as if a silent fight was being held.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden change, and a strong sense of fear surged in their hearts.
They wanted to come forward to help, but found that they could do nothing.
The man in white looked solemn, his hands clenched into fists, as if he wanted to take action, but he was worried about something, and finally chose to stand there.
Luo Xiaoyu stomped her feet anxiously, her eyes flushed slightly, and she hated that she could not share the pain for Elder Chen.
Xiaohong hugged Grandma Lin tightly, her body trembling slightly, and kept muttering: "It won't be a problem, it won't be a problem..."
Doctor Zhang held his glasses, and his eyes became uneasy after the lenses.
The air seemed to solidify, making everyone breathless.
"This... these symbols... are..." Elder Chen's voice was hoarse like a shabby bellows, and every word was filled with pain and difficulty.
He tried his best to roar out the secret hidden in his heart.
Everyone held their breath and stared at Elder Chen without blinking, for fear of missing any word.
Just as everyone's hearts were in their throats, Elder Chen suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes became dissipated, and his fingers that were originally clinging to the ground were loosened weakly.
"Elder!" Liehuo exclaimed and hurriedly supported Elder Chen's shaking body.
Elder Chen used all his last strength to point to the symbol on the stone wall, and said intermittently: "Yes... lead to...yes..." He could no longer speak, his eyes slowly closed, and his whole body collapsed in Liehun's arms.
"What to lead to?" The man in white suddenly spoke, a strange light flashed in his eyes, staring at Elder Chen's direction, and slowly repeated, "What to lead to?"
Elder Chen coughed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, but he miraculously exhaled a breath of turbid air.
His originally turbid eyes suddenly became clear and burst into amazing brilliance.
His trembling fingers pointed at the stone wall again, and with the last bit of strength, he sniffed out a few words: "It's... the key to... the Tianji Pavilion!"
As soon as the words were finished, the symbols on the stone wall shone brightly, as dazzling as the scorching sun at noon.
Everyone instinctively covered their eyes, and a buzzing roar came from their ears.
After the light lasted for a while, it gradually faded and eventually disappeared.
The symbols also changed, and the originally chaotic lines reorganized to form a clear pattern - a towering attic surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.
Below the pattern, a line of small words was engraved: "Tianji Pavilion hides all the secrets of the world."
The hidden information finally appeared before everyone's eyes, which is undoubtedly the key to solving the mystery.
Everyone looked at the pattern and was very excited.
Xiaohong and Luo Xiaoyu hugged each other excitedly, Grandma Lin was so excited that she burst into tears. Doctor Zhang held her glasses, and her eyes flashed with excitement behind the lenses. Even Liehun, who had always been calm, couldn't help but clench his fists.
Their eyes of Elder Chen were full of admiration. The old man used his wisdom and courage to illuminate the way forward for them.
"Tianji Pavilion..." Zhang Langzhong murmured to himself. This name was very strange to him and seemed to have never heard of it.
"Tianji Pavilion?" Luo Xiaoyu also looked puzzled, "Where is this place?"
Everyone looked at each other and said they had never heard of this place.
The man in white frowned and looked deep, as if he had thought of something, his face became extremely solemn.
At this moment, the secret door began to vibrate slightly, making a low "rumbling" sound, and the dust in the passage fell down.
The man in white suddenly raised his head, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he said in a deep voice: "Not good..."
The shock of the secret door became more and more intense, as if some giant beast was about to break out.
At the top of the passage, dust fell like snowflakes, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of dust.
"What's going on?" Luo Xiaoyu exclaimed, grabbed Xiaohong's hand tightly, and her knuckles turned white.
Xiaohong's face was pale, her lips were trembling, but she couldn't speak.
Fear was like an invisible hand, tightly shaking her throat.
Grandma Lin was so scared that she fell to the ground, muttering the words: "God bless, God bless..."
Doctor Zhang held his glasses, and his eyes behind the lens were filled with horror.
He subconsciously took a few steps back, looking for a place to hide.
Liehuo tightened the hunting knife in his hand, looked around vigilantly, ready to deal with the sudden danger at any time.
Elder Chen's face was solemn, his eyes were fixed on the shaking secret door, as if he was thinking about something.
At this moment, the secret door suddenly shot out a few dazzling lights.
These lights did not shoot out directly, but were twisted and hovering in the air, attacking everyone like life.
"Be careful!" The man in white shouted softly and stood up again.
His wide sleeves waved, bringing a strong wind to try to block the light that came.
There was no fear on his face, only a firm look.
Everyone hid behind the man in white and watched nervously.
The power of light is extremely powerful, and even the man in white gradually cannot resist it.
His sleeve was hit by light, making a "hissing" sound, and a burnt smell spread.
"No, the light is too strong!" The man in white gritted his teeth and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.
Suddenly, one of the lights bypassed the defense of the man in white and headed straight for Xiaohong...
"Xiaohong!" Luo Xiaoyu exclaimed, trying to rush forward, but was grabbed by Doctor Zhang.
"Don't go! It's too dangerous!" Doctor Zhang shouted loudly.
At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Xiaohong, blocking the deadly...
"It's you!"
The power of light became stronger and stronger. Several charred holes were burned into the wide sleeves of the man in white, and a pungent burnt smell spread.
His body began to shake, and his originally flowing clothes became messy.
The man in white groaned, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, obviously he was almost unable to hold on.
Everyone saw the man in white in trouble and his heart was in his throat.
Luo Xiaoyu grabbed Zhang Langzhong's arm tightly, and his nails were almost embedded in his flesh.
Doctor Zhang was not much better. His eyes were full of anxiety behind the lenses, and beads of sweat were slid down his temples.
Grandma Lin clasped her hands together and kept muttering, begging God for blessing.
Liewoo stared at the light tightly, holding the hunting knife in his hand tighter, and blue veins on the back of his hand swelled up.
Elder Chen's face also became more solemn, his brows frowned, as if he was thinking about a solution to the countermeasures.
The secret door was vibrating even more violently, making a loud "rumbling" sound, as if it would collapse at any time.
The dust in the passage was thicker, almost obscuring everyone's vision.
Everyone was filled with despair, thinking that they were about to be trapped here.
At this critical moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone like a ghost.
He was wearing a simple gray robe, with white hair and beard, but in good spirits, and his deep eyes were shining with the light of wisdom.
It was Zhao Hermit who had guided them before.
Zhao Yinshi didn't say anything, but just waved his sleeves gently.
An invisible force instantly enveloped the entire passage, and the originally violent light dissipated gently in the air like a tamed beast.
The vibration of the secret door gradually subsided, and the passage returned to peace.
Everyone was shocked when they saw everything that was happening in front of them.
They originally thought they would die, but they didn't expect that Zhao Yinshi would resolve the crisis so easily.
The joy of surviving the disaster and the awe of Zhao Yinshi were intertwined, making them unable to come back to their senses for a while.
Zhao Yinshi glanced at the man in white with a hint of praise in his eyes, "You are doing well." Then, he turned his eyes to the secret door that had stopped shaking, and said slowly: "It seems that it's time to open it..."
Zhao Yinshi glanced at the man in white with a hint of praise in his eyes.
"You did a good job." The man in white saluted Zhao Yinshi slightly with a respectful expression.
Everyone looked at Zhao Hermit curiously.
"The abnormal movement of this secret door is related to a long-standing secret." Zhao Yinshi spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "But I don't want to reveal this secret easily."
When everyone heard this, they became anxious.
"Zhao Yinshi, just tell us!" Luo Xiaoyu was impatient and couldn't help asking, "We really want to know the truth!"
"Yes, Zhao Hermit," Zhang Langzhong also echoed, "The abnormal movements in this secret door are so violent that it will probably endanger the safety of the entire village. We must know the truth to find a solution!"
Grandma Lin also knelt down tremblingly and begged: "Xion Zhao, please tell us! She is old and has a handful of bones, so she is not afraid of anything, she just wants to keep the peace in the village!"
Although Elder Chen did not speak, his eyes were full of expectations.
He understood that since Zhao Yinshi mentioned the "long-standing secret", this secret must be extraordinary.
Faced with everyone's request, Zhao Yinshi fell into deep thought.
He paced slowly, his eyes swept across everyone, and finally stopped on the closed secret door.
His fingers gently stroked the ancient patterns on the secret door, as if he was feeling the vicissitudes of history.
After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Well, I will tell you part of the truth..."
Zhao Wenshi finally decided to tell part of the truth. His old voice had a slight ancient charm and echoed in the quiet passage: "After this secret door, it was not the monster you thought of, but a dusty history. Back then, in order to protect something as crucial, someone set up many mechanisms here. This abnormal movement was a sign of the mechanism being touched." His words were like a thunder, splitting the fog in everyone's hearts, giving them a new understanding of what had happened before.
Everyone suddenly realized that the strange light before was not caused by evil spirits, but the power of the mechanism!
The awe of Zhao's Hermit instantly turned into sincere gratitude. They finally understood that the power of this Hermit was far beyond their imagination.
The flame of hope rekindled in their eyes, as if they saw a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, and the road ahead suddenly became clear.
Zhao Yinshi's eyes were deep and swept across everyone, "However, this is not the whole truth. There is another key person, closely related to all of this. His existence will determine the direction of this secret." Everyone's hearts raised again and began to guess who the identity of this mysterious person was, who could be associated with such a secret event?
Just as Zhao Yinshi finished saying this, the secret door stopped shaking and the surroundings became silent, as if everything had returned to the origin.
The air was filled with a faint smell of dust, and the depressing atmosphere also dissipated.
At this moment, a melodious sound of flute came from afar, as clear as a spring in the mountains, with a hint of mysterious charm.
Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound of the flute, and their original fear and confusion were replaced by curiosity.
Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound of the flute, and their original fear and confusion were replaced by curiosity.
There was a light flashing in their eyes, as if they had discovered some treasure, and the desire to explore was burning in their hearts.
The sound of the flute was sometimes high and exciting, sometimes low and gentle, as if telling an ancient story, or guiding them in the direction of progress.
"Where did this flute sound come from?" Xiaohong murmured to himself,
"What if it doesn't matter, just go over and take a look!" Luo Xiaoyu's tone was filled with excitement, and she couldn't wait to find out.
Everyone walked in the direction of the sound of the flute, and their paces accelerated unconsciously.
The surrounding trees are getting denser and denser, covering the sky and the sun can only fall through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled spots of light on the ground.
The air is filled with the fragrance of soil, mixed with a trace of unknown fragrance of flowers, refreshing the heart.
Xiaohong was both excited and a little scared. She followed Luo Xiaoyu tightly, fearing that she would fall behind.
She looked back from time to time, and always felt something was staring at her, making her shudder.
The roads became rugged and difficult to walk, with rocks, and it was very difficult for everyone to walk.
Luo Xiaoyu was impatient and wanted to rush forward, but was pulled by Grandma Lin.
"Xiaoyu, don't be impatient, be careful of falling!" Grandma Lin's tone was filled with a hint of blame.
"Mother-in-law, I understand." Luo Xiaoyu replied impatiently.
Everyone continued to move forward, and the worries in their hearts became stronger and stronger.
Where did the sound of this flute come from?
What's waiting for them ahead?
"Why is it getting harder to walk on this road..." Zhang Langzhong said breathlessly, and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a man in white appeared quietly in front of them.
He held the jade flute in his hand and his clothes fluttered, like a banished immortal.
The man in white smiled slightly, and the jade flute in his hand waved gently, and a white light flashed...
The man in white was fluttering, as if a god had arrived.
He waved the jade flute in his hand, and a soft white light shone like a clear spring. Wherever he went, the originally rugged and difficult mountain road miraculously became flat and wide, and the originally rugged and strange rocks also turned into soft grass.
Chapter completed!