"Suspicion?" the old man was stunned.

"Yes! I have always understood things based on what I feel and analyze... Although you have repeatedly set verbal traps for me along the way, I am still used to understanding what I have to face alone - just like the etiquette I have given to the past generations. I am not because of the so-called storm or not, but because I feel a slight vibration under the cushion - as far as I know, it is a sign of the mechanism's activation..." Erya said lightly.

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "But it may not be a disaster after being caught in the mechanism. Maybe another world will appear in front of him, such as treasures, peerless martial arts..."

Erya's voice turned cold: "As a person, you cannot graft your success on external forces - after all, your life is the greatest capital. Also, you only mentioned the good possibilities, but you said before - there is not a place of gods under the cushion, but a palace of hell... Finally, I told you that although I like to use surprise troops to win, what I hate the most is that others manipulate my own destiny. If you still have sincerity to make me the 82nd seat, it is best to stop your boring and seemingly nagging and endless tests..."

The old man smiled bitterly: "You think I thought... I came here like this back then. The responsibilities of the master were very difficult. Moreover, the turbulent times were coming. If you walk alone, you might encounter countless open and hidden arrows. I can't lead you in one or a halfway point - so the masters have enough strength to protect themselves... well! I believe that the masters of all generations have seen your performance, and I feel at ease with you in the future..." He explained in a nagging manner, stepped forward, pulled the incense burner on the altar with one ear, and heard a "squeak", the screen wall behind the altar was opened, and another corridor was presented to the two of them.

The old man calmly explained: "Follow me..." He stepped into the corridor. Erya followed him step by step... In the dark corridor, both of them didn't speak, but just wandered in the dark... After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the two finally reached the end. I don't know what the old man did, and a light immediately came into the corridor. Erya's eyes adapted to the darkness and could not bear the baptism of light for a moment... The old man reached out and pulled Erya's clothes to lead him out of the corridor, and the hole behind him was suddenly closed...

After Erya's eyes finally adapted to the light in front of her, the old man said in an excited tone: "Look at the world in front of you, this is what the masters want to protect for their whole life..."

What came into Erya's eyes was the Taoyuan fairyland that the world longed for - "There are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo, the traffic of fields, chickens and dogs, yellow hair and drooping, and joyful."... Everyone in front of him suddenly saw the two of them coming here, and one of them was a teacher here, greeting each other. The image of the old man before seemed to have disappeared, and it was the image of a respected elder, with a graceful and affectionate conversation with the villagers who were greeting each other...

When the masses dispersed, the old man turned around and greeted Erya who was following him. They walked forward silently... When they arrived in a ancestral hall, there was only one gray-haired old man in it, silently cleaning the table of worship... When he saw the two people coming, he didn't say anything, but just stood on the side of the ancestral hall. The old man led Erya to kneel three times and bowed nine times to the statues worshipped by the burns, and then stood up. At this time, Erya had the opportunity to carefully look at the two statues in the hall - one holding a big shovel with his right arm exposed, which was exactly like a sweating rain, and one was full of high spirits; the other holding a scroll in his right hand and gently stroking his beard with his left hand, but it was the style of a Confucian scholar. Seeing Erya looking at the hall, the old man said, "These two are Dayu and the other are Taigong..." Erya nodded silently, thinking.

The old man turned around and worshiped the ancestral hall standing beside him and said, "This person is what I plan to deal with Wuji..."

The worship said: "That should be the 82nd generation of the accuser?"

The old man nodded silently. The worshiper bowed to Erya, which surprised Erya and rushed to help him up...

The worshiper was full of tears and was excited at this time. Erya looked at the old man in embarrassment. The old man sighed lightly and told Erya the reason for the incident...

It turns out that this paradise was when Wei was destroyed. The eleventh generation of masters were grateful to Taigong, and moved the princess and Taigong left by Wei to the place and protect them... Since then, people here are isolated from the world, and only through the masters, they can communicate with the universe, and have no worries, and they are happy. But the longer the time, the younger people can't help but yearn for another world, and all the masters and a group of elders in the clan have suppressed them... Time slowly faded, but this emotion is growing. Everyone yearns for the outside world, but the masters are worried that this originally pure gods' residence is a vulgar

The world is dirty. In desperation, the master decided to let young people who are longing for the outside world enter the killer organization - how can you know the joy of life without dying? This method deters part of the person, while the other person with a firm mind dies on the line of life and death or becomes the backbone of the organization. Because of the good confidentiality, this place has not been known to outsiders for hundreds of years, and finally becomes a paradise... But reality is not absolute. Just fifty years ago, two abnormalities appeared here: one is the seventy-ninth generation of masters, who are not like the masters of all generations who are active and frivolous; on the contrary, they are unparalleled...

Speaking of this, the old man smiled at Erya and said, "This person is not like you. He has knocked him for 9981 times and knocked the ground through the cushion. Maybe God feels sincere and pleads with him. The transmission of the mechanism is misaligned, so this person survives the disaster. The inheritor also calls him the will of heaven... and another alien is the object of your mission - Wuji. He is lively by nature and has a good relationship with the young people in the village. He has always longed for the outside, but he does not want to participate in the killer organization, but the temptation of him outside is extremely fierce. One day, he took advantage of the negligence of the new master and found the exit and escaped..."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly on his face: "That new master is me... and Wuji and this worshiper are the second sons of the 79th master..." As he said that, he sighed.

At this time, the worshipper had stopped choking. He took the conversation and continued, "Just because of this, my father fell ill on the bed and died in just half a year... And he," he pointed to the old man who was sighing, "but because of this, he could not show his ambitions in the world like his ancestors of all generations. He could only do a 'three-flower gold medal' in the organization - walking at the forefront of the line of life and death, always doing the most dangerous..."

Erya suddenly said suspiciously: "Then why wouldn't you send someone to recover Wuji?"

The worshiper replied helplessly: "The last words of the deceased father, 'I don't know the hardships of the world, how can I know happiness here', so he must live until he is sixty years old before he can come back to receive punishment..."

Erya was stunned, thought for a moment, and sighed softly: "Father Yan was in the mouth, and he had three spring sunshine in his heart..." After pondering for a while, he asked, "Where is Wuji 'suffering' now?"
Chapter completed!