Xiu fairy match is very innocent

Chapter 467 Farce?

Because it was not a secret, the old man did not hide it.

Later, after talking with the old man, Luo Wanning knew the reason of the matter.

It turned out that the Fountain of Youth was originally a spring, which could flow out continuously. However, at some point, the spring in the Fountain of Youth disappeared.

Without the spring, the Fountain of Youth will naturally no longer have a steady stream of spring water.

The reason why it is said to be withering is that the original spring water has not been taken away, but part of it has been left.

Now these people in the underworld all come for that part of the fountain of youth.

"How do these people know about the Fountain of Youth? If I remember correctly, you said before that the Fountain of Youth has not appeared for hundreds of years."

The old man knocked his pipe on the stone beside him, and continued, "Of course someone saw it, but that person only took a quick glimpse, but I can be sure that it is indeed the Fountain of Youth."

Hearing the old man say when the man saw the Fountain of Youth, Luo Wanning was startled.

It should be just a coincidence, the time when that person witnessed the Fountain of Youth actually coincided with the time when she came to the Upper Realm.

Luo Wanning thought this way, but didn't take this matter to heart.

At night, yes, there is also night in the underworld, not only there is, there is even a curfew.

Luo Wanning and Duzhu found an inn to stay.

There is still the familiar sign on the plaque of the inn, Bai Chi actually opened the inn here, it's really... amazing.

Luo Wanning was sitting in the room meditating, when suddenly, the sound of a child crying came from her ears.

Luo Wanning who heard the cry opened her eyes, and found that she was not in the inn, but in an unknown place, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was nothing else.

The crying in my ears didn't disappear.

Luo Wanning searched for the sound, and after walking for a while, she saw a vague figure sitting on a rock and weeping sadly.

The figure looked small, like a five or six-year-old child, but the voice was not immature, but an adult's voice.

As if sensing Luo Wanning's arrival, the figure stopped crying, stood up from the stone, and looked at her.

Even though the sight in front of her was blocked by a vast expanse of whiteness, Luo Wanning still felt the burning gaze of the other party.

"Sister, you are finally here."

It was still the same voice, but this time there was a little more childishness in the voice.

Luo Wanning originally wanted to get closer, but for some reason, her body was as if nailed to the ground, motionless.

After several attempts, Luo Wanning gave up, stood where she was and asked, "Who are you, you know me."

The person opposite nodded abruptly, "I know, of course I do. My baby is in the hands of my sister. My sister can return it to my mother. I will repay my sister."

However, before Luo Wanning could continue to ask, there was a hasty knock on the door next to her ear.

The white mist in front of her eyes dissipated quickly, and when Luo Wanning opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the inn, and everything that happened before was like a dream.

However, Luo Wanning knew very well that it was not a dream.

The knocking on the door continued.

When she opened the door, she saw the young monk Duzhu standing outside.

Seeing that Luo Wanning was safe and sound, Du Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Benefactor Luo, are you okay?"

Luo Wanning shook her head, indicating that she was fine, and then asked, "Did something happen?"

Duzhu frowned and said, "I'm not sure about this, but just now when I was meditating, I noticed something was wrong, and after searching all the way, I came to Lord Luo's door."

After confirming that she was really fine, Du Zhu went back to his room and continued to meditate and chant sutras, while Luo Wanning was thinking about what just happened.

The man said that her treasure was in her hands, but Luo Wanning didn't remember having such a thing in her hands.

The curfew in the underworld is not for ghosts, but for humans and other creatures who have entered the underworld. It is more like a protection than a curfew.

It's just that the underworld tonight seems to be extraordinarily lively, and the screams of ghosts continue to come from outside the closed window, but Luo Wanning doesn't pay attention to it, and didn't open the window until the next day, when it was already dark outside. calmed down.

Duzhu had already left early because he wanted to complete the task given to him by his master, while Luo Wanning came to the side of the old man who talked with her yesterday.

After the old man saw her, a look of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he said without hesitation, "You are still alive, didn't you open the window yesterday?"

Luo Wanning spread her hands and said innocently, "The underworld stipulates that humans and other creatures must stay in the room at night. I am a person who abides by the rules."

The old man nodded in relief, "In the underworld, you can only live by following the rules. You have done a good job."

"So, can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Regarding Luo Wanning's question, the old man showed a meaningful expression, "Yesterday's news is for you, but not today."

Without getting too much nonsense, Luo Wanning took out a wine jar from the storage space, and after opening it, a thick and mellow wine smell wafted out from it, and said with a smile, "I wonder if this is okay?"

The old man stared straight at the wine jar in her hand, stopped smoking, reached out and snatched it, holding it in his arms like a baby, with an even more intoxicated expression on his face.

"Okay, okay, okay, it's been a long time since I smelled such a pure aroma of wine, little girl, you can ask whatever you want."

"What happened when it was done?"

The old man picked up the pipe that fell on the ground, put it in his mouth again, and said with a chuckle, "It's just a few newcomers who don't understand the rules. Every time a newcomer enters here, they will come here. I thought You couldn't survive last night, I didn't expect you to survive, and the person who was with you yesterday, if I'm not mistaken, that person should be a Buddhist, and that little monk is quite capable."

Hearing what the old man said, all Luo Wanning could think of was that besides her and Duzhu yesterday, there should be other people.

Ignored his evaluation of Duzhu, as a Buddhist disciple, he has no skills, and the abbot would not be willing to let him go out to practice.

She continued to ask, "Do you know who those people are?"

The old man let out a foul breath, thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be called the Eternal Clan."

Suddenly, as if remembering something funny, he sneered, "Those people keep saying that the Fountain of Youth belongs to them."

(End of this chapter)