Wu Ming and the four of them walked this close distance for five years, and every step seemed to be stepping on the edge of a knife.
The twelve-grade golden lotus that guided the Taoist was full of cracks, and the bitter look on his face became a bit heavier.
The situation of Zhunti and Zhen Yuanzi was not much better. The leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree and the ginseng fruit tree had fallen off, and their eyes were filled with a look of heartache that could not be resolved.
Among the four, Wu Ming was the most miserable. He had no innate magic weapon to protect him, only a robe made of clouds.
At this moment, the cassock on Wu Ming's upper body has been torn, and only the bones are left from his chest up. If it weren't for the red fire of the soul burning in the eye holes of the skull, everyone would probably think that he was dead.
"It's getting foggy!"
At some point, fog began to fill the surroundings, and the scenery three meters in front was no longer visible.
Moreover, the origin of these mist is extraordinary. Even if you use your spiritual consciousness to explore it, the information returned will be blank.
What's even more terrifying is that even after entering this heavy fog, the chaotic storm still hasn't stopped.
On the contrary, for Chaos Storm, the heavy fog provided it with more cover, making Wu Ming and others even more unprepared.
New injuries were added to old injuries, and old injuries were replaced with old injuries. Wu Ming narrowly escaped death several times.
Zhen Yuanzi and the Second Sage of the West also limited their help to him. Once, Taoist Zhunti got separated. Everyone searched for him for three months. When they found Taoist Zhunti, the ancient Bodhi tree was all gone.
Most of it withered.
In the vast fog, everyone groped forward like this, and in the blink of an eye, another three years passed.
At this time, no one could tell the difference between east, west and north. Everyone had only one belief, and that was to keep climbing upwards.
"boom!"
The cold storm of chaos blows, and even the souls of people can be blown away.
Wu Ming hugged his head in confusion. The light of life emitted by the fruit tree gave him the only trace of warmth, just like the match that the little match girl opened.
"Am I going to die? The fire of life is dimming. After death, will I return to the world of Journey to the West, or will I really die?" Wu Ming felt light-headed, and there was a faint exclamation in his ears.
one day, one month, one year
In a state of confusion, Wu Ming felt that he had fallen into silence, as if he was asleep and unaware of the passage of time.
I don’t know how long it took, but the warmth on my body became stronger and stronger, and soon turned into a feeling of heat.
Wu Ming was so hot that he had no choice but to open his eyelids, which were heavier than mountains, and said nonsensically: "Why are you still so hot after you're dead? It's really hard to be a ghost!"
"Are you awake?" Zhen Yuanzi's voice appeared in his ears. Wu Ming felt a chill in his mouth, and a familiar taste hit his taste buds. It was the aroma of ginseng fruit.
"I'm not dead?"
After eating a ginseng fruit, Wu Ming's brain regained some clarity, but he still felt very hot.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the heat, and then he noticed that strange flowers were blooming and exotic grasses were blooming around him, as if he had entered another world, no longer in the white mist.
"Here it is." Wu Mingqiang sat up and observed the surrounding scenery.
The next second, before he could figure out where this place was, a cold snort came from not far away, and what caught his eye was the glaring Taoist Zhunti.
"This time you fell into a coma and were already in a certain death situation. Even my grass-returning elixir was useless to you. In the end, I guided the Taoist and took out nine lotus seeds to save you." Zhen
Yuan Daxian said, with a grateful look on his face, and bowed three times to Jie Yin.
Jie Yin's face was so bitter that it was almost dripping with tears, and he kept stroking his twelve-grade golden lotus.
Wu Ming looked up at the golden lotus and found that out of the twelve lotus seeds that originally existed on the golden lotus, there were now three left. The whereabouts of the nine lotus seeds were unknown.
"I didn't expect that it was you who saved me!" With complicated eyes, Wu Ming felt that his fate was really wonderful.
In Journey to the West, the one who injured him was the incarnation of Zhunti, and his mission was to destroy Journey to the West.
No matter where you look at it, he and the Western religion are at odds with each other, and the person who rescued him was a Taoist priest. This not only made Wu Ming feel like he was being teased by fate.
"Hmph, every one of my senior brother's twelve-grade lotus seeds has the potential to turn into a ninth-grade lotus platform. In order to save you, I used nine of them. It's really not a pity for you to die!" Taoist Zhunti gritted his teeth in pain,
I wanted to rush forward and trample Wu Ming to death.
You know, Jie Yin and Zhunti came from the West, where there were not many treasures. Zhunti lived like a little daughter-in-law, wishing she could break a dollar in half and spend it.
This time when I climbed Buzhou Mountain, the nine lotus seeds were gone before I could see the baby's shadow.
Neither Zhunti nor Jie Yin were willing to eat the lotus seeds from these twelve-grade lotus terraces. They planned to cultivate the peak-level nine-grade lotus terraces in the future.
With this bite, Wu Ming was equivalent to eating nine magic weapons from the peak of the day after tomorrow. This made Taoist Zhunti, who was used to living a hard life, feel the urge to burst into tears.
"I will never thank you for your kindness. I will repay the life-saving grace this time." Wu Ming had a vague illusion that he was really dead when his soul was blown out by the storm of chaos.
This feeling is very strong, just like Wu Ming can't figure out whether this place is real or fake. Maybe this world is somewhere between real and fake.
Dreaming back to ancient times is the conclusion reached by Wu Ming. The only one who can compare it is Zhouzhuang Mengdie.
Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhouzhuang, it seems like a dream but not a dream, it seems like a fake but not fake. This is a very vague concept.
Just like no one knew whether the butterfly world in Zhouzhuang was real or fake when he dreamed of a butterfly, Wu Ming was also on the road to seek answers.
"Just wake up. We have spent two months and there is no time to waste it anymore." When Zhunti said this, Wu Ming also knew that it was time for him to be unconscious.
Two months is not a long time. It seems that when I fell into a coma, I was already close to the peak.
When he came back to his senses, he happened to see Zhen Yuanzi with a concerned look on his face. Wu Ming nodded silently, saying nothing.
There were no thanks, no greetings. His relationship with Zhen Yuanzi no longer required those polite words.
Two days later, Wu Ming's body recovered somewhat, and the Taoist priests who received him and the Taoist Zhunti also left.
It took another half a month, until the injury was almost healed, before Wu Ming teamed up with Zhen Yuanzi and began exploring Mount Buzhou.
Buzhou Mountain is vast and boundless, and on the top of the mountain, it is difficult to find the end of an equally large mountain.
For three months in a row, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi had nothing to gain, and they didn't meet anyone else.
It wasn't until one day that a precious light rose into the sky from the southeast, and the colorful glow covered half of the sky, which attracted their attention.
"This is a treasure that has been born, and it is very close to us." Wu Ming and Wu Ming worked non-stop, wanting to be the first to eat the crab.
Five days later, the place where the treasure shined appeared in sight.
This is a gourd vine with three gourds on it, one is purple gold, one is fiery red, and one is dark gold.
Under the gourd vine, Taoist Sanqing was sitting cross-legged, and not far away were Dong Huang and Di Jun.
Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other. Unexpectedly, despite everyone's hurry, they arrived a step too late, allowing Sanqing, Donghuang and others to take the lead.
"Fellow Taoists, there are only three gourds here, how should we divide them?" Wu Ming, a newcomer, asked the crowd hesitantly.
Donghuang remained silent, while Dijun glanced at Sanqing, with a flicker of fear in his eyes, and whispered: "We two brothers should have a gourd."
When he heard that Donghuang and the other two only wanted a gourd, Wu Ming looked at Sanqing again.
In Sanqing, the leader, Laozi, opened his eyes and said: "Of the three gourds, we should have one."
"What a coincidence, three gourds are divided like this, not just one point for each party!" Wu Ming had a smile on his face, and then suddenly his heart moved, and he exclaimed: "Three gourds, people from three parties, this is"