Return from the second dimension

The twelve figures that followed stopped in front of the iron gate and did not move on.

They seem to be sure that there are people in this room.

Including Tang Zhen, all the cultivators were silent, never revealing their existence.

The previous experience made the monks heightened their vigilance. If there is no need, it is absolutely impossible to open the door.

"Sir, you are hiding in the house, right?"

The old man asked in a low voice, while staring at the iron gate intently, as if he wanted to see through everything hidden behind him.

The eleven disciples behind him also stared at the iron gate, but their expressions were hidden by darkness.

Tang Zhen was silent, as if he hadn't heard it.

In the deadly environment, only the voice of the old man was slowly ringing in everyone's ears.

"It's eerie and weird on the giant ship. It can be said that it is a murderous step by step, which makes me wait and feel tired.

This is just the beginning. If it continues, what kind of danger will happen?

Therefore, please help us to help our mentors and apprentices tide over the difficulties. If there is an opportunity in the future, we will surely return your great kindness."

The old man spoke earnestly, only to kneel down and beg.

The monk in the house couldn't help but feel a little moved when he heard this.

Previously, everyone had to overcome difficulties together, but at this moment, in order to protect themselves, they had to pretend to be blind.

Although a little cruel, but also helpless.

As for Tang Zhen at the door, there was still no response, as if he had not heard the old man's pleading.

"Your Excellency, don't you have the heart to watch our group of masters and apprentices all die on this huge ship?"

The old man asked loudly again, his words full of pleading, but this time he really wanted to kneel.

"master……"

Seeing the old man behaving like this, a group of disciples rushed forward and tried to stop him.

"A man can kneel to the ground, but he must not be so contemptuous of himself. Even if we lose our lives, we will not allow you to suffer humiliation!"

A group of disciples surrounded them, their faces full of sorrow, making the viewers all moved.

A disciple turned his head, staring at the iron gate bitterly, and said in a grief and indignant tone: "If it weren't for us, how could the master bear this kind of humiliation, begging you all the way?

Since your Excellency is unwilling, then we will never force it, so we will take the master to leave, so as not to make you an eyesore!"

The other disciples of the old man leaned forward angrily and tried to help the master to leave.

"A group of rebels, simply presumptuous, who allows you to speak in this tone?"

The old man kept struggling, and at the same time he reprimanded the disciple loudly, with an angry expression on his face.

During the struggle, the old man's complexion suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Then he paled and sat softly on the ground, as if all his strength had been taken away.

Upon seeing this, a group of disciples were so frightened that they hurriedly helped and asked the master what was going on?

"It's okay, I just got a little injury, no need to make a fuss."

Lao Tzu looked at his disciple and said in a faint tone, as if he had put life and death out of the question.

"Master, you are injured, so why didn't you say it earlier?"

The disciple who questioned Tang Zhen immediately picked up a backpack and opened it in front of everyone.

The size of the backpack is not small, and it is actually full of food, which may weigh hundreds of catties.

"Master, since you are injured, you must eat some food quickly so that you can recover as soon as possible."

When the disciple was speaking, he took a piece of food and handed it to the old man.

"Master, you have eaten it soon, and quickly repair your injury.

You are our backbone. If something goes wrong, what should our brothers do?"

The other disciples nodded their heads, their expressions of concern were not at all false.

"Food is precious, if you can save it, don't waste it."

The old man waved his hand and refused the food delivered to him.

"No matter how important food is, how can it be compared with your body, as long as it can restore your health, even if you consume all the food!

Besides, the food in our hands is enough to consume, even if it is more than six or seven people, it must be more than enough."

When the other disciples heard this, they nodded and said yes, discouraging the master from eating the food quickly.

Seeing the disciples' filial piety, Laozi showed a relieved expression, and then he took the food from the disciples.

This scene of father's kindness and filial piety was seen by the monks in the house.

They were not moved, but put most of their attention on the pile of food.

In the world of purple light, the importance of food is undoubtedly the last guarantee for the monks to persist.

The cultivators had made up their minds, even if the old man and others were in a dangerous situation, they would never help.

The main reason is that the food is limited. If you help the other person, what should you do?

This terrible feeling of hunger is not going to pass by forbearance, but it will really kill people.

But when the elderly and others have a lot of food in their hands, the situation becomes completely different.

The food in the opponent's hands is not only enough for his own consumption, but also a part of the leftover.

Moreover, depending on the appearance of the elderly, the food should be very safe, otherwise they would never dare to eat so safely.

It happens that the food in your hand is obviously insufficient, so can you "borrow" some from the other party?

The monks were already a little tempted thinking about this, and they looked at Tang Zhen with anticipation.

Tang Zhen is the leader of the team, everything must follow his arrangements, and he must not act without authorization.

What disappointed the monks was that Tang Zhen didn't say a word, but looked outside silently.

Looking at him, he obviously didn't want to take in the old man.

"Your Excellency, we should have enough space here, why not help?"

Although the main purpose is to get food from the opponent, there is no need to say it.

When Tang Zhen heard this, he turned his head and glanced at the monks.

"Do you both feel that you should put each other in the house and then share their food?"

"Yes, sir, isn't this wrong?"

The reason for the outbreak of contradictions lies in the shortage of food. As long as this problem is solved, the possibility of conflicts will be eliminated.

Therefore, the monks believed that there should be no problem with reaching out to help the elderly and others.

"Do you still remember that when he was on the punt, the old man also got a weird key?"

The five monks nodded, indicating that this happened.

"They have collected so much food and must have walked a lot of places. Didn't they come across a similar safe house?

According to my guess, there are definitely not too few similar houses on this ship.

It can even be said that there is a key inside every flat-bottomed wooden boat.

When boarding the giant ship, destroy the flat-bottomed wooden ship to get the key.

When the old man saw the locked door, it was impossible not to think of the purpose of the key, nor could he not try to open it.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the opponent will never bring a pile of food for help, but will choose to hide in the house.

As for the second doubt, how exactly the other party finds our position, it seems that those monsters can also do it.

If the basis of the old man's judgment is the lock on the door, it will be more proof that the other party knows the use of the key.

There is another suspicious point. They got so much food without any damage.

Based on our previous experience, several of you think, is this kind of thing possible?"