After entering, the cliffs on both sides cut off the direction of the mountain wind, and the wind force dropped sharply.
Then Master Shi Er gasped and said: "Outside, the platform outside is the wind channel of the divine wind. It's not that big now. Every time at midnight or noon, the strong wind is better than a bone-scraping steel knife, directly harvesting human lives."
He Lingchuan wondered: "But I see that there is a stone wall foundation left on the platform, which should be the remains of the building."
When building a building at a high place, you must first build a base as a fixed support. He Lingchuan did not have time to take a closer look, but he only knew that the stone bases were very large, which showed that most of the buildings here were magnificent in the past.
"Isn't the Feng Mo the monster they raised?" Master Shi Er explained, "With the help of the Feng Mo, what's the big deal about them building a building here? I was here when Feng Mo was young, and there were several monuments erected on the platform.
"It's a pity that the inscriptions have been smoothed by the wind and snow, making it difficult to see clearly. By the way, there are also two sculptures of the Wind Lion Lord. They are carved directly on the stone mountain and will not be blown off."
When the wind is weak, standing on that platform overlooking the snowy field, you must have the pride of seeing all the small mountains, right?
Others see the sun shining on the Golden Dome, but you are on the Golden Dome.
He Lingchuan followed Master Shi Er into the mountain road, only to find that the huge mountain wall blocked all the wind and snow, so there was only a small breeze blowing on his face behind the wall, which was as soft as a finger compared to the violent and cold weather outside.
When he got here, He Lingchuan couldn't help but let out an ooh.
This Feng Mo Mountain really should be renamed Lotus Peak. In fact, the top of the mountain is basically in the shape of a lotus bud. A dozen huge rock walls are like lotus petals, blocking the hollow mountain belly. There are very few snowflakes falling from above.
This huge mountain belly may have been half-empty to begin with, but the ancient immortals must have used their hands and feet to carve it out according to the situation, and dug it down more than 200 feet. It looks like layers of terraces.
Well, maybe they did open up terraces here, because He Lingchuan also saw traces of winding waterways, which were all dug manually, with ditches and canals.
I think back then, this place might have been green and surrounded by clear springs.
The mountain road winds on the strange rock cliffs, and there are pedestals left by buildings everywhere. The largest white jade beam He Lingchuan saw was seven feet long (21 meters). Several people could not surround it, and it rolled down from nowhere. It happened to be
Stuck on the rocks.
It should have been placed on the roof of a palace. But with today's manpower, it is impossible to hoist it to such a steep mountain.
It can be seen that there were once buildings built here according to the mountains, some high on the cliffs and valleys, or located in the countryside. They are well-proportioned and are absolutely inhabited by ordinary people.
When they were in their heyday, they might truly be regarded as beautiful buildings and castles in the sky.
But now, not even a single piece of wood is left.
He Lingchuan stroked the mountain wall and suddenly said: "There were plants here. It should have been a warm place."
Where moss has grown for many years, it will leave pale white and light green dotted marks, which are difficult to remove unless they are flattened. This mountain wall has such marks.
The Heart Guard also said: "There must have been a barrier in this place!"
Even if the Piaomiao Sect tames the wind demon for its own use, it must use a barrier to withstand the cold and wind and snow, and support a greenhouse so that plants can grow freely here. Who doesn't yearn for warmth? Even an immortal would not like to stay in the cold weather all year round.
place.
There are mountains, water, houses and fields, and the peachland in the heart of the mountains is isolated from the world.
To conquer the heavens with human power, only the immortals in ancient times could do it. Standing here today, people can only daydream about the grandeur of the immortal family and lament the vicissitudes of life.
Leader Shi Er shrugged: "After the spiritual energy weakened, the sect also moved to the plains. Some people came to see it and said that these are all relics from before the middle Middle Ages."
If you want to live an extraordinary life, you have to pay the price.
When you can't afford it, you have to move out.
He Lingchuan couldn't help but ask: "Why do they have to live in a lonely place and endure the wind, snow and cold?"
"See those terraced fields? Do you think they grow wheat and beans like ordinary people?" Gu Xin Jing Hao is a teacher, "They plant spiritual fields, and what grows in the fields are all natural materials and treasures! In ancient times, most of the caves were blessed places.
It is located on a high mountain. The richer and purer the spiritual energy is, the better the elixir you can grow."
"So that's it." The custom of relying on the people and taking advantage of them has not changed since ancient times. "Then the children of the Immortal family are just more advanced farmers, aren't they?"
Farmers grow crops and immortals cultivate spiritual fields. What's the difference?
The mirror couldn't refute for a while: "You can do it, you are right."
He Lingchuan encountered something at his feet and squatted down to look at it: "There is another sculpture here."
The sculpture, which rolled down from nowhere, was four feet high and had a broken bottom. He Lingchuan turned it over and cleaned off the sand and snow on it.
The sculpture is of a lion's head and body, but it is not in a lying position, but in a standing position.
From top to bottom, the whole body is a cylinder, with both hands placed neatly beside the body, which actually looks a bit cute.
"This is the Wind Lion God, a custom passed down from the Miao Miao Sect. To this day, villages and towns on the Gale Tundra often place Wind Lion Gods to drive away wind and calm evil spirits." Master Shi Er pointed to the terraces and said, "Look,
Often seen around fields and buildings."
This is indeed the case. There are always sculptures of the Wind Lion God placed in the fields and near the base of buildings. Some are upright and some are squatting. Some are placed on the ground at first glance, and some should have been originally sitting on the roof.
And they usually appear in pairs, one big and one small.
"After the demise of the Piaomiao Sect, there are still people who come here specifically to steal the Wind Lion and put it back for display, sometimes selling it for a high price. I've seen it in the market before, and it's only as big as a palm." Master Shi Er patted the snow on his hat.
, "Oh, all the small ones have been carried away, leaving only the big ones who can't be carried."
He Lingchuan focused on the large cave in the mountain. As mentioned before, there was a gap in the mountain. There was a huge stone crack that seemed to run from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. The widest opening was up to one foot, like a monster.
It's enough to stuff a few He Lingchuan into your mouth.
"Look at this." Master Shi Er grabbed a stone larger than his fist and threw it towards the crack in the stone.
Clatter, the stone rolled into the crack, making no sound.
There was not even an echo of landing, which shows how deep the cracks in the stone were.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Huh?" Master Shi Er was a little surprised, and threw another stone down, but it was still the same. "What's going on?"
"What are you performing?"
"It stands to reason that if the stone falls directly above the crack, it will stop falling down. The wind blowing from below will hold it up and make it roll in place.
He pointed to the crack in the ground and said: "This is where the Ziwu Divine Wind comes from. Every hour, the wind coming out of the crack will increase in strength, reaching its peak at 2 o'clock in the morning and 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and then blowing outside through the holes in the stone wall.
, and did not stay at the heart of the mountain."
"I don't know why, but there was no wind this time when I threw stones. I've thrown stones twice before, and it was clear that there was wind."
He Lingchuan raised his head and looked at the entire mountain peak. It seemed that the wind channel had been planned from the beginning.
"It is said that the founder of Piaomiao Peak established a sect here only after he tamed the wind demon. With the wind demon protecting him, it is difficult for others to attack."
He Lingchuan nodded: "The Treasure Tree King must defeat the Wind Demon before he can capture the entire tundra."
He felt a little disappointed. It seemed that the ruins had survived hundreds of years in the wind and snow, received countless tourists, and had nothing useful left.
As soon as this thought came to my mind, my chest felt warm.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed:
The divine bone necklace is still a treasure found here?
He Lingchuan walked around the ruins, judging the location of the so-called "treasure" based on the heat of the necklace.
From the perspective of Master Shi Er, he was just wandering around. Most people who came to the Piaomiao Sect ruins for the first time were like this.
However, He Lingchuan's face became more and more serious, because he had discovered that the closer to the wide crack in the ground, the lower the heat of the necklace.
It wasn't until he went down and stood on the edge of the crack in the ground that his bones became closer to normal.
Isn't this a scam?
He Lingchuan kicked a few more stones into the cracks in the ground, but still didn't hear any echo for a long time.
It's unfathomable.
And does the divine bone necklace require him to jump into it like this?
Does this guy want to change its owner?
When Master Shi Er saw him standing on the edge of the crack in the ground, he quickly reminded him: "Brother He, be careful. If you fall in, your body will not be left alive."
He Lingchuan reached out and brushed the cracks in the ground a few times, and suddenly said: "You said, there is usually wind here?"
"Yes." Master Shi Er grunted, "The closer to midnight, the stronger the wind. You see, it's almost noon now. There should be strong winds in this entire ruins and the entire mountainside."
It's not like now, just the breeze blowing on your face.
But He Lingchuan couldn't feel the wind coming up from the cracks in the ground.
The air here seems to be frozen.
Where has the perennial wind gone?
Something is very wrong. Even if there is no Ziwu Kamikaze here, due to the temperature difference, there should be wind coming out of the cracks in the ground.
Even if it is an underground cave, it is a summer resort with cool breeze blowing all year round.
He just suspected that someone was plotting against the escort team here. Was the entrance and exit of Ziwu Kamikaze unusual?
Is it just a coincidence, or does it fit the old saying:
When something goes wrong, there must be...a monster?
He originally thought that if the people behind the scenes launched an attack on the escort team, they might find a way to knock down the rocks above the official road, causing the rock to collapse. After all, this is the most effective way to defeat more with less, not to mention those people have already used it in Pingshan
I've done it once, and I should be familiar with it again this time.
As for Feng Mo Mountain, He Lingchuan originally thought it was just an observation base.
After all, this dangerous peak is not connected to the winding mountain official road opposite, and there is a bottomless abyss between them. The people behind the scenes should not be able to launch an attack from here.
But after seeing the abnormality in the cracks in the ground, he felt that his estimate seemed to be off.
The overly calm cracks in the ground, the traceless wind, the former habitat of the wind demon, the heated divine bones...
An impossible answer emerged from the bottom of He Lingchuan's heart.
Is there something down here that sucks away the wind?
He didn't care about the heating reminder of the sacred bone necklace, and suddenly said to Master Shi Er: "Go to the sheep!"
"Ah? Oh." Master Shi Er had just stretched out his hand when He Lingchuan lifted him into the back seat, and the blue sheep spread its hooves and ran to higher ground.