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The handsome and indifferent monk wanted to talk to A-Ding, but A-Ding didn't even lift his head, and kept facing the wall, tying up the objects in his hands.

Seeing that he was silent, the monk didn't seem to be angry, but stretched out his hand and picked the straw off his head for him.

"It doesn't matter to me that you behave like this, but you can't treat those people outside like this. You have been in Shanguo Temple for more than half a year, don't you understand the rules here? The more you resist, the worse it will end."

A-Ting finally stopped what he was doing, and looked up at the monk: "Could it be that I will end well if I don't resist?"

The monk didn't just talk casually because he was a child: "To be honest, I don't know. But I know, you are so young, and there are infinite possibilities in the future. There is no need to send yourself to a dead end so early. The Buddha said ..."

"I don't believe in Buddhism." Ah Tuo interrupted him impatiently, "You are not a real monk, and you made up what the Buddha said!"

The monk smiled: "You are smart. Then I will stop here. Your life is your own. No matter how anxious I am, I will not be in a hurry."

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of vicious footsteps outside the door, and then the dilapidated wooden door was kicked open.

The children in the monk's dormitory shivered unanimously and raised their heads.I saw three or four villains standing outside the door, one of them was holding a thick hemp rope, and the rest were holding sticks.

Is this going to be punished? !Feng Zhangjun took a look at the stick that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and A-Ting might not even be able to withstand two sticks.He was thinking about how to resolve this crisis, but he saw that the monk who had been persuading him just now had led A-Ding out.

The villain holding the hemp rope said ferociously, "Kneel down!"

Ah Ting just quietly, like a small tree.

"Kneel down!" The gangster roared again, using the hemp rope as a whip, and threw it on the ground with a crackling sound.

Ah-Ting's body was visibly stiff, but she remained motionless.

It was the same monk just now, while pressing his shoulders, he lightly kicked his groin, pushing him to the ground.

"A-Ting has already realized his mistake." The monk said, "I won't do it again in the future."

The bandit holding the rope snorted, and continued to say viciously: "How dare you put hearth ashes in Lao Tzu's wine, if Hui Kong hadn't interceded for you, Lao Tzu would have chopped off your hands and thrown them into the hearth long ago! "

As he spoke, he stepped forward, tied Ah Ding's hands and feet tightly with a hemp rope, then lifted him up like a chicken, and left the desolate and dilapidated small courtyard, toward Walk towards the backyard of Shanguo Temple.

Witnessing this scene, the children huddled in the monk's dormitory whimpered softly, but only A-Ting remained silent.

The backyard of Shanguo Temple is exactly the courtyard that Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian had glimpsed in Shang Wuyong's Xiangpei not long ago.It's just that after many years, the scenery in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Beast Heart Cliff in the distance has disappeared, and the quiet and elegant monastery and monastery in the past have long since changed beyond recognition, with collapsed earth walls and broken tiles everywhere.The ferns and foxtails almost submerged everything, except for the huge ginkgo tree standing in the center of the garden, but the tree was completely dead, and it looked like a small building after a fire.

Sensing that the gangsters were walking towards the dead big ginkgo tree, A-Zing realized something, and suddenly struggled and twisted.It's a pity that his little resistance was nothing more than a mantis arm, and instead he got a few iron fists.

In a blink of an eye, a group of people has arrived under the ginkgo tree.

It was only then that Feng Zhangjun discovered that under the ginkgo tree where the half-legged meditation Buddha statue was originally placed, a large bluestone slab had been pried up, and the ground was dark, as if it were a cellar.

It is not uncommon to have such a cellar for storing scriptures in Buddhist temples, but apparently these gangsters have transformed it into other uses.

A-Ting must have known what was in the cellar, so he changed his calmness and composure just now, and struggled desperately to resist.That look of resentment but fear and despair made Feng Zhangjun feel anxious for a while.

If this is the reality, then he will rush forward desperately, rescue the little child from the clutches of the clutches, comfort him well, and take him away with him.But at this moment, he warned himself not to act impulsively, so as not to waste the little precious time left.

After all, the arms couldn't twist the thighs, and the thin and thin Ah Ding was quickly dragged and thrown into the cellar by two gangsters.Feng Zhangjun also jumped down after him.

The bottom of the cellar was a little rough, and before he could stand still, the bluestone slab was pressed against the entrance above his head, and the cellar immediately fell into pure and deep darkness.

A-Ting, who was thrown down, seemed to be injured, and let out a few short wailings.But he soon became quiet again, and only intermittent sobbing could be heard in the darkness.

Following the sound, Feng Zhangjun took two steps towards Ah Zing, and suddenly smelled a strong rancid smell wafting from the depths of the cellar.

Something is rotting—Jun Fengzhang vaguely guessed the reason for A-Zhi's fear.

He followed the direction of the smell, looked into the deep darkness, and found a star of blue ghost fire.

With the dim blue light, Mr. Fengzhang finally saw it—just about five steps away from Ah Ding, there were several sunken steps.Below the steps is a square pond, which holds a shallow layer of sewage.In the center of the pool is a stone Buddha statue with folded hands, and around the Buddha statue, there are more than a dozen skeletons of children lying here and there, some of which have been turned into white bones, and some are decaying, releasing waves of disgusting corpse odor.

It couldn't be more clear, this is the place where the gangsters abandoned the dead children, and it is also used for punishment and confinement.Such a vicious design is only to teach the kidnapped children to become timid, obedient and dull slaves as soon as possible.

But A-Ting obviously didn't let them get what they wanted.

All I could hear were dozens of stone knocking sounds in the dimness.Ah Zing seemed to have cut the rope that bound his hands and feet.The knocking sound continued dozens of times, and then, a few sparks burst out in the darkness... Slowly, a bunch of tiny flames danced.

It was only then that Feng Zhangjun discovered that what Ah Ting had been fiddling with silently just now was actually a "small torch" made of tightly bundled straw.There is also a circle of flammable reed flowers stuck on the top of the torch.Such an ingenuity, it is unimaginable that it came from the hands of a five-year-old child.

The small torch brought a short and weak light to Ah Ding, but this tiny comfort also brought another new danger at the same time—the warm and dry air around the torch convected with the original cold atmosphere in the cellar, A wind formed, and the starry blue will-o'-the-wisp on the pool took advantage of the turbulent current and drifted silently towards Ah-Ding.

But that's not the worst part.

As the will-o'-the-wisp approached, Feng Zhangjun heard a faint sound coming from his ear.Taking a closer look, it turned out to be five or six colorful strange snakes, swimming towards Ah-Ding together with the will-o'-the-wisps!

A Zing was so frightened that he backed away one after another, and stood on a raised mound beside the wall, while waving a torch, trying to drive the group of snakes away.

Just when he was in a panic, Feng Zhangjun had quickly scanned the group of snakes, and found that these snakes were all very strange.The snake scales all over the body are extraordinarily bright and ferocious, and some even have horns and fins, which are not species that exist in reality at first glance.

His peripheral vision scanned the cellar wall again, and found that there were some murals on it. Although the colors were mottled, he could vaguely recognize birds and beasts, all of which were exaggerated and deformed, and some of them were similar to these strange snakes. for similar.

"It's a nightmare..." Feng Zhangjun muttered to himself, and realized something in an instant.

This is the continuous nightmare of Ah Zing. These snakes are the product of nightmare processing, and they are the demons and ghosts hidden deep in Lian Zhuxian's consciousness.

It is hard to imagine that Lian Zhu Xian, who joined the Five Immortals Sect after he became an adult, now feeds on snakes as his pet and plays with poisonous things intimately in his palms. What kind of fear he has overcome and made again in the past hundred years? what an arduous effort...

Feng Zhangjun felt a little more admiration in his affection for him.

In front of him, several colorful poisonous snakes had already swam up to A-Ding in a blink of an eye, raising their heads and neighing fiercely.

Since they are not real things, whether they should exist or not will not change Ah-Ding's fate.Feng Zhangjun made a move immediately, picked up two small dry bones on the ground and threw them over, piercing the heads of those strange snakes quickly and ruthlessly.

The poisonous snakes slumped to the ground one by one, turning into corpses in an instant.Ah Ting was astonished at this sudden turn of events, but it was not a bad thing after all, he was obviously not as scared as before.

"Ah, don't worry, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Even though he knew that he couldn't hear his own voice, Feng Zhangjun still promised as if talking to himself: "I will definitely protect you."

Now that he has made a move, Feng Zhangjun no longer deliberately hides his existence.He simply lifted the snakes and threw them back into the pool far away.Then with a sleeve, he easily extinguished that spark of will-o'-the-wisp.

The gloomy cellar became quiet again. Seeing that Ah Ding was no longer afraid, Feng Zhangjun walked to the entrance of the cellar again, raised his hand and pushed the bluestone slab that sealed the hole open a gap.

The fresh and sweet air outside flocks in with a coolness, which is refreshing.

Ah Ding, who heard the movement, immediately walked over, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

He also tried to climb out, but his stature was too short, and in his eyes the entrance of the cave was not much different from being far away in the sky.

But the air is fresh after all, and the falling moonlight also replaced the dim light of the small torch, illuminating the hope in Ah Ding's eyes.

Giving up the idea of ​​running away, A-Zing turned his head and looked into the empty cellar.

"Who are you?" He whispered to the invisible Feng Zhangjun, "...are you a god?"

Fengzhangjun opened his mouth, but his voice didn't reach Ah Ding's ears.

A-Ting continued to ask, "Can you take me out of here?"

"...For you, I can kill everyone in this world."

Feng Zhangjun replied in a voice that Ah Zing couldn't hear: "But it doesn't make any sense to do so, it will only make your nightmare and my maze start again."

Having said that, he stretched out his hand and stroked Ah-Ding's messy and curly black hair from a distance.

"What should I do to really wake you up from the nightmare?"

Of course the little A-Ting didn't answer.He found a corner under the hole, squatted down with his knees in his arms, and looked up at the faint moonlight falling down.

"Father...Mother...Anyone...Please help me..." He murmured softly, with a sad and confused expression.

But Fengzhang-Jun couldn't easily respond to Ah-Ding's call for help.

The current him, like the corpses of those strange snakes in the water, is just a part of A-Ting's dream.Nightmares and sweet dreams may fight each other and ebb and flow, but dreams cannot change reality after all.

He must protect Ah-Ding until in reality, the scene that can change Ah-Ding's life comes.

The author has something to say: Mr. Fengzhang: Little Ah Ting is really soft and cute, and it makes people feel distressed...

Lian Zhuxian: I am really sorry that I am not soft and cute when I grow up

Feng Zhangjun: No, no, the soft and cute one can only be a son, I'm not that obsessed...

Lian Zhuxian: Even when I was a child, I couldn’t do it?

Feng Zhangjun: No, definitely not, I only want that Ah-Ding who grew up with me

Lian Zhuxian: You passed the test.

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What needs to be emphasized is that even in the face of the young Ah Ding, Feng Zhangjun is indeed only sympathetic, pity, and paternal love.Absolutely no such thoughts about adult Ah Ting.Mom I don't allow it! ! !

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This is why, I have never started to write about the relationship between Xuantong and Ah Qing. How to deal with this kind of super-year-old CP must be cautious.I hate those fetishes very much, and every adult I write has an absolute moral bottom line. (The two little p children of childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts are not counted, but the little brats are not underage)

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I don't know if everyone understands the setting of this maze.This maze is Ah-Ting's nightmare.In the nightmare, Ah Tuo will dream that he will die in various ways, and Feng Zhangjun must protect him as much as possible, so that his dreams will develop according to the real track.

But it is not Feng Zhangjun who can wake up Ah-Ding.It's the person who really changed the fate of Ah Ding... Well, it was him anyway

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In fact, the way of death is not the most important thing, so I won't write too much about how Fengzhang Jun saved little Ah-Ding, the main thing is to show everyone about Ah-Ding's past.The process of getting to know them

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Tell me, what is Lian Zhu Xian doing at this time?

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I don't know if everyone understands this maze