Devil Seeds

There is no need to advertise the friendly interaction between master and apprentice.

Staying together in silence is the best fulfillment for each other.

Song Qingwen and Yin Feiyang, one good and one evil, after reaching the shady PY deal, they acted according to their promise.

With Song Qingwen's ability, he easily recruited a group of Demon Sect disciples to help him plow the courtyard and sweep holes to smash those inhuman doomsday bases, liberate the people there, and then take them back to the Demon Sect base to dig caves.

At the same time, it will also liberate the disciples of the Demon Sect who have worked hard to build the infrastructure.

Song Qingwen, on the other hand, mixed in with some rescued 'civilians' and talked with them.

Through the mouths of some old people, to understand more fully and fully the brilliant civilization that has become the past.

There is a lot of knowledge hidden in life, among the crowd, and in the common sense that everyone thinks is common.

Instead, what Song Qingwen needed was these things.

This is something that cannot be given in books.

An old man with gray hair and obvious deformities on his hands and feet, carefully took the cigarette handed over by Song Qingwen with his swollen fingers, like a pilgrimage, put it in front of his nose and sniffed gently, then closed his hands , held in the palm of your hand.

He turned a blind eye to the fireworks that Song Qingwen handed over.

"I've given about a pack, so it's okay to smoke one!" Song Qingwen said to the old man.

The old man drooped his eyelids, and then said: "If you want to live, you have to have some hope. If you lose even this little hope, then you won't have the energy to get up every morning."

"Smoking one less thing, how can one pack be enough?"

Song Qingwen knew that the old man was bargaining, but he ignored it.

Although there is no shortage, there is no need to satisfy the other party's desires and extravagant demands.

Communicating with people is not about following your own mind in everything, and you can get what you want in your heart.

Seeing that Song Qingwen didn't respond, the old man's eyes flickered, and he changed the subject cheekily: "The last time I talked about things in college, it was a time of luxury! Camping, parties, ball games, fighting, bar carnival..., Cigarettes and alcohol are wasted like no money, and there are some more wonderful things... some good things that are no longer found, one sip is enough to float for half a day."

"Perhaps, from that time on, our sins have already been settled! Such a waste of time, such a waste of extravagance...!"

The old man recalled the past as usual.

Rambling, very messy talking.

He knew this capable 'young man' in front of him, and liked to hear him tell some stories about the past.

But Song Qingwen, in the memories of the old man, quickly screened out the information that was really useful to him.

"If only... if only we could find that castle!" the old man said suddenly.

"What castle?" Song Qingwen asked perfunctorily as always.

The old man said: "It is said that somewhere in the world, there is a castle. It allows people to enjoy the beauty of those past times, endless food and wine, gorgeous lights and music..."

"But only those who yearn for it the most and have strong desires will get its response."

Song Qingwen was taken aback.

More than half of the Mozong disciples have disappeared recently.

Although the elders communicated with each other, they concluded that some of the missing disciples must have chosen to withdraw from the world, and perhaps after returning to reality, they would be able to find out what happened.

However, none of them wanted to give up the opportunity.

After all, the ten-day cool-down period may lead to a big step behind others in the different world.

"Could it be that the disciples are all attracted by that castle?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.

Afterwards, he strengthened his thoughts and actively released his desires.

A strong expression of the desire for food, wine, and a stable life.

The rough cave scene in front of him slowly dissipated.

An avenue full of gorgeous lights appeared at Song Qingwen's feet.

The path underfoot is flat and spacious.

At the end of the road, there is a brightly lit castle.

"Response to desire? Instant response?"

"From this point of view, this castle should be in a certain subspace gap, or... it is floating, can travel through space, and jump around the world. What is the principle? Science? Or theology?" Song Qingwen looked at the castle, full of desire.

He couldn't wait to dig out the secrets in this castle.

In the Mozong, there are similar methods.

However, that is another form and way of being.

Relying on supernatural powers and spells, it should be expressed differently from this castle here.

Along the avenue, Song Qingwen strode towards the castle.

In the distance, I heard the sound of wonderful music.

As the main instrument, the cello performed Walta No. 2 with a gorgeous and cheerful tune.

Suddenly, a group of young women dressed like swans in snow-white tutus poured out from the gate of the castle, and then stood in two rows on the long steps.

They dance to the music.

Just like a flock of proud swans.

Suddenly, the lights in front of the castle gate became slightly dimmed.

A 'black swan', under the gathering of a beam of lights, came to the steps gracefully.

Her lonely dance is in stark contrast to those white swans who are quietly standing on tiptoe, holding hands, and turning their faces away.

Black and white, light and darkness, silence and passion, strong visual hints, rushing towards us.

The impact from art caused Song Qingwen's mood to fluctuate slightly.

Suddenly, a pair of big black hands seemed to gather in the sky.

Big hands enveloped the entire castle, as if holding the castle firmly in the palm of his hand.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the fingers, it is matched with the music.

The girls who danced like swans began to gather together, jumping and spinning violently.

Their dancing is graceful, precise and graceful.

Everything is so perfect and standard.

Not a single mistake, but no surprises either.

Song Qingwen was standing at the bottom of the steps, watching this scene, looking at the big hand that seemed to be manipulating everything, and slightly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Is that so?"

"The world in the box...?" Song Qingwen had some answers in his mind.

Among the Mozong monks, there will be some special monks who will create a miniature space in their own backpacks, and everything will be scaled down according to reality.

Then cast spells to imprison people in their own reduced mini space.

And named it 'The World in a Box'.

Generally, monks who practice this kind of spell have the pleasure of manipulating the life, death and fate of others.

"It is said that the origin of the world in the box was originally a black-hearted old man who used it as an experiment to study the magic of fate. In the small world, a change in one place can change the fate of everyone...even the entire world in the box , so as to learn the mystery of fate."

"However, since the old man with a black heart, no one has grasped the mystery of fate through this method. If you want to dial and spy on the trajectory of fate, you need to practice strange numbers, and the Sanyi hexagram is orthodox." Song Qingwen thought to himself.

Stepped on the steps with one foot and stepped out.

Walk up the stairs to the perfect castle without fear.