The stone staircase reached its end amidst the constant nagging of the village chief. The moment he stepped onto the flat ground, Zhang Zheng thought of the twists and turns he had just walked. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there were nine twists and turns.

They walked for half an hour.

There was still darkness in front of him, but as a monk, Zhang Zheng had sharp ears and eyes, and he could still see a vague outline even without a trace of light.

They were still in the secret passage, but the stone steps had changed from descending to a flat stone passage.

Zhang Zheng followed step by step behind the village chief, who was bragging all the way, and occasionally responded with a couple of responses.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I turned a corner and my eyes suddenly lit up. A dim moon-white light shone in from the entrance of the cave.

"We're here. Once you get out, you'll find your ancestral home."

The village chief stepped into the light without looking back, and Zhang Zheng followed him.

The dazzling light hurt my eyes, but it was relieved instantly. The scene in front of my eyes changed. The mountains were high and blocked out the sun, and it was dark and rainy.

It feels like you are in a huge and wide cave, surrounded by jagged rocks, some transparent or turbid stalactites, stalagmites, and stone curtains in various shapes, like towering pagodas, like slender branches branching, and firefly-like insects flying all over the sky.

The colorful mottled colors are reflected under the weak moon-white light.

Thousands of lava stone pillars hang down from the top of the cave, with different sizes and shapes. Water droplets fall continuously from the tips of the stone pillars, like rain.

The sound of dripping water echoed in this large enclosed space, which seemed ethereal and yet dull and powerful.

Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment at such a strange sight, staring at it in a daze, not knowing what to think.

The village chief laughed quite proudly and boasted to himself: "How about it? Isn't it very strange? You must know that this is a strange place that was discovered when the village moved here. So far, it has been discovered far more than thousands of times.

Millions of years.”

Zhang Zheng nodded unconsciously, with wonder in his tone, "This place is really strange."

"Haha... don't be too surprised, there's something even more bizarre to come! Come on, follow me, be careful, and from now on you must not step on anything other than my footsteps."

The village chief's cheerful expression turned serious, and he told Zhang Zheng seriously, "A strange formation has been set up here. One wrong step will be a crisis. You must be careful."

Zhang Zheng withdrew her surprised gaze, looked upright, and nodded in agreement.

The village chief took a step down and then up. Zhang Zheng concentrated on not daring to be distracted, and stepped steadily to the center of his steps.

"Girl Zhang, you have to pay attention to the last step."

After just a hundred steps, cold sweat dripped down his forehead. After hearing this, Zhang Zheng finally let go of his worries and took the last step calmly.

There was a dizziness in front of his eyes, and the picture was spinning rapidly and upside down. The dizziness hit his heart, as if there was a strong wind whistling in his ears, and the roar was like thunder. Zhang Zheng felt dizzy and his feet were unsteady.

My relieved heart instantly rose to my throat, my heart beat like a drum, don’t step wrong!

She tried her best to suppress her dizziness and decisively closed her five senses. Everything around her faded away, with no fleeting images or roaring wind.

Only then was Zhang Zheng able to stabilize his figure, and with the memory and perception of his last glance, he took steady steps.

"boom……"

Zhang Zheng stepped onto the ground. She stood quietly for a moment, letting go of her five senses. In front of her eyes was a rushing river pouring down from the sky, with blue water above and yellow springs below, roaring like thunder.

Thousands of hectares of river water cascades from the sky for thousands of miles, passing through mountains and broken walls, with a fierce momentum, stirring up waves like thousands of horses galloping down, like silver spray waterfalls hanging in the air, banging for thousands of miles.

A small gray-blue figure stood in the air in front of the river. The splashing waves were several times larger than its body size. The strong wind howled and hit the small figure. The sleeves of the robe were bulging, and the clothes were tied up.

Her hair had long since fallen away, dancing arrogantly and wildly with the strong wind.

"What's in front of you?"

The soft and clear voice is as ethereal as smoke and clouds, seeming to come from the sky, the river in front of you, and the strong wind in your ears.

Zhang Zheng couldn't resist at all, so she replied truthfully: "Dajiang."

"Dajiang...Dajiang..."

The voice repeated, suddenly bursting into laughter, changing its soft tone, becoming wild and unrestrained, free and wanton, "Good! Good!"

Two inexplicable compliments were dissipated in the strong wind and waves. The river in front of me suddenly changed, and the water surged and swirled.

Zhang Zheng took a closer look and saw two lines of small characters floating in the surging river.

"I will give you my surname now. From now on, you will inherit my surname and receive my inheritance. I will teach you all my life's knowledge, and you will follow my teachings for the rest of your life. I ask, are you willing?"

Is she willing?

Zhang Zheng recalled every stroke written by the previous teachers in the scroll, sacrificing people to bring peace to the village. Is she willing to inherit such a sin?

She must be unwilling!

Her husband's gentle and peaceful gaze suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the "unwillingness" she was about to blurt out choked her throat. In fact, she had never seen clearly what her husband meant.

She originally thought that her husband valued her and wanted to hand over his job to her. In order to support him in teaching Taoism, she firmly agreed.

But later she discovered that her husband's position was a position of death. He wanted her to become the nourishment of the entire village, and she felt resentful.

But later, she had doubts again. If the husband really wanted her to be sacrificed, why did he let her see the books on that shelf and why did he let her know the truth?

The husband could have waited until everything had settled before telling her, by which time she would have been unable to recover, or he could have kept it secret forever until she made a sacrifice without realizing it.

Zhang Zheng has never been able to figure out what the gentleman meant.

But no matter what the husband meant, Zhang Zheng didn't want to accept his surname at the moment. She didn't want to put her life in danger. She cherished her life the most. How could she go to the Tiger Mountain knowing that there were tigers in the mountain?

"Zhang..." Zheng was reluctant.

I haven't finished my words yet.

The rumbling sound suddenly stopped, and the surging river waves seemed to press a pause button. The silver waves rolled up by the strong wind bloomed in clusters in the air, and the splashing water droplets condensed, reflecting Zhang Zheng's enlarged ink-colored eyes.

Time, space...everything seems to have stopped at this moment.

From the Jiangchao Waterfall, a mist-covered figure stepped out, with a calm posture, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in a garden.

It was clear that he couldn't see his face clearly, but in a daze, he could see a distant gaze that passed through thousands of mountains and rivers and landed directly on Zhang Zheng.

"Qing Zheng..."

"Yes."

Zhang Zheng: "..."

She could only stare at that figure with her eyes wide open in horror. Her body and everything around her were imprisoned, her flying black hair was frozen in the air, and she could not make any reaction.

The figure didn't need her to answer. It seemed that just to say these four words to her, the figure suddenly disappeared and turned into mist and mixed into the river tide.

The moment it dissipated, the river surged again, the wind blew violently, and the roar was deafening.

Two lines of small characters trembled and trembled in the vast waves, and they were clearly extinguished.

Zhang Zheng's eyebrows were tangled into a line. She had seen her once in a hundred years, and the elusive master suddenly appeared and said such words to her. Why?

She had no doubt that the master was an illusion. She had made a master-disciple contract with her master, and she could feel that the person in front of her was really her master.

but……

Does she really want to agree?

Agreeing to it would be equivalent to surrendering her life to this gentleman. It is unclear whether a solution can be found in the future. If this sacrifice cannot be solved within a hundred years, she will really become a sacrifice.
Chapter completed!