"My queen's peach orchard is already in full bloom, why do we need to raise these peach trees!"
"These trees are good for disposing of corpses!"
"I really don't understand those tribesmen. When praying for the Queen's protection, they always kill a few people to hold a ceremony!"
"Aunt Ma once tried to persuade her, but the tribesmen killed more people and couldn't communicate at all!"
"Those people are still obedient in the past. The people of these tribes are stubborn and uncivilized at all!"
"It's really troublesome. Every time, there are several corpses piled up at the entrance of our secret realm. People who don't know the situation think we have nothing to kill here!"
"Get to work quickly and stop criticizing these things behind your back!"
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The chattering sound of a woman's discussion came into his ears, and Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and came to his senses.
The familiar feeling of crowding, darkness, and pressure came to his mind again, and he suddenly knew that he was being buried alive again.
He couldn't help but feel lucky that picking peaches was not a complicated matter. The women stepped on the ground above him several times and then moved away.
"Isn't this an illusion that turned the Buddha into this?"
If it weren't for the effect of this kind of fruit wine on improving spiritual consciousness, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had no idea about this kind of fruit wine.
The women were chirping, and occasionally there was the sound of stamping their feet and jumping high to pick.
He stared at the words on the boundary monument for more than ten seconds before he could barely identify these three ancient characters that resembled Chinese characters.
"Are you sour?"
Zhang Xuezhou looked back and saw that there were no bushes behind him.
If he was not buried underground and happened to hear the voices of these women, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if something happened that needed support, he would definitely be the one to support him.
As they continued to march, a boundary monument came into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.
"Keep it safe" the old man replied.
"Oops!"
"You have to sleep for seven days to eat one, which is too long. I have to weave heavenly clothes recently, so I can't spare time to eat these peaches!"
"Corpse?"
It wasn't until the rustling sounds of women caught his ears again that he slowed down.
"Have a drink!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the corpse used as fertilizer, and then at the slow entanglement and dragging of the roots of the drunken peach tree, and felt that it was more similar to what he had guessed.
Just thinking about the owners of these secret places, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but shudder.
The old man raised a wine bottle and then asked Zhang Xuezhou.
There is no mention of formations in the words spoken by these women, and the fact that they can pass through this area proves that this secret land is not affected by formations at this time.
"Next time, it will take too long for the drunken peach to mature. No matter what, I will eat it now. At worst, I will be sewing the heavenly clothes day and night and catch up!"
But the taste of the fruit wine also brought a bit of reality. At least what he put into his mouth was real, and it even made him feel a little elated.
A secret place with an owner and a secret place without an owner are two different concepts.
"If I jump back, will my jump in the illusion really be a jump? Will I really be able to escape from the illusion after jumping, or will I induce a more powerful illusion, or induce a killing array..."
"A few of these peaches are ripe again, why don't we pick one and eat it?"
The women must return to the palace. Zhang Xuezhou cannot always follow the footsteps of the women. He stepped over several low bushes and kept looking for the exit to return.
"Who are you?" The old man pursed his lips and asked.
"Cannibal... corpse-eating tree!"
"Spiritual consciousness?" The old man thought for a few seconds and then said: "It should have some effect."
The Buddha clearly swore that this secret land belonged to no one, so Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had been deceived by this thick-browed and big-eyed monk.
"What a pity!"
When a certain woman said, "Sisters have returned to the palace," Zhang Xuezhou felt the women's voices gradually fade away.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know whether the ancient formation was temporarily closed or there was no formation in this area. He quickly followed the trampled footprints and headed outside.
"Drunk Peach Tree?"
The old man responded and then raised the wine bottle.
"The illusion even transformed into people!"
This made Zhang Xuezhou reach out and dig it out from the soil again.
"Want a drink?" the old man asked.
He just stepped on a one-meter-high bush, but the scene after stepping on it turned into a pavilion.
He reached out and took the wine glass handed by the old man. When he saw the other man, he drank it all in one gulp. He smelled the aroma of the wine and drank it too.
Zhang Xuezhou smacked his lips, feeling that he had drank a glass of low-quality fruit wine.
In the end, he had no choice but to stay where he was according to the Buddha's rules and wait quietly for the illusion to dissipate.
Zhang Xuezhou thought deeply, then stretched out his hand to say hello, and saw that the old man was also startled when he saw him.
"Nice feathers!"
"I really envy my sister that she can dance, unlike us poor weaver girls!"
Pieces of clouds and mist wrapped around the pavilion. Zhang Xuezhou glanced around and felt that there seemed to be an abyss hidden under the clouds and mist.
He looked at the peach tree where all the hearts had been picked. He couldn't help but look around, and then started to walk out quickly.
He used to be caught by his superiors when he was raiding Shiwanda Mountain, so he had to work as a spy to survive. Now Zhang Xuezhou doesn't want to be caught again.
For example, Buddhists mentioned that the location of the Taoist Lord in the Yijihe River Holy Land is a secret place, and the cold pond under the Xieluochuan Holy Land is also a secret place.
"Have I turned into an old man in your eyes?" Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "Sir, the place you brought me to is really terrible. These ancient formations can easily confuse your mind and vision. Do you have anything?
reward?"
"Does this wine have any effect on our spiritual consciousness?" Zhang Xuezhou asked cautiously.
Kunlun is a place name, and Xu means ruins.
The voices of the women made it clear to Zhang Xuezhou why he got drunk after taking a bite of a peach, and also roughly why he was buried underground.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have arrived at the place where the owner disposed of garbage.
"This fruit wine tastes sour. I guess it's because the purification was not done properly and it was aged for some time. The taste is terrible!"
Zhang Xuezhou felt a pressing feeling coming from him. He felt that these women needed to lose weight. Such jumping and stepping on them made his body hurt a little.
"I woke up and saw a peach tree, and then I ate a small bite of the peach. I was drunk immediately and was buried in the soil for a long time. I just woke up." Zhang Xuezhou complained: "If it hadn't been for the piece of peach you gave me,
Feather, I guess I've died twice."
"An ugly and old man!" the old man replied.
"You don't have time, but we have time. There has been no banquet recently, and we don't need to dance for the immortal. We have plenty of time!"
He stretched out his leg and touched it, and the feeling of emptiness suddenly came over him, completely losing the feeling of the bush before.
"That's right!"
But Zhang Xuezhou never thought that this secret place still had an owner.
"I am an honest and reliable young man. Are you a Buddhist?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
Thinking of the words "return to the palace" mentioned by the woman, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but look around for a while, trying to leave quickly while the formation was not activated, waiting to meet up with Buddha.
When he stepped into a pavilion, Zhang Xuezhou could not help but shout.
"I feel like the Earth Spirit Fruit you gave me last night was fake. Is our wine real?" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"I found a jug of wine, what about you?"
Zhang Xuezhou waited in the pavilion for a quarter of an hour. Before the illusion disappeared, he saw an old man with silver hair and beard stepping on the clouds and mist.
"Kunlun Ruins!"
"After you finish sewing the heavenly clothes, you can rest for at least a year, and you can eat whenever you want."
"You have turned into an old man, it must be just forced." Zhang Xuezhou hissed and then asked: "What do I look like in your eyes?"
"Buddha?" The old man shrugged and said, "It's barely enough now!"
With his legs and feet retracted, Zhang Xuezhou stared at the clouds and mist wrapping around the pavilion, but he didn't dare to jump.
"That's right, we don't have a share in flat peaches, but it's not bad to eat drunk peaches!"
What caught his eyes were the separated bodies of several corpses, with roots wrapped around the corpses, dragging them underground.
The messy footprints also prove that the women walked very casually.
The old man took a sip and felt that Zhang Xuezhou's standards were too high.
"Have you ever seen better wine than this?" the old man asked.
"If you ask me if I've ever had a better wine, no, but if you ask me if I've ever seen a wine that tastes better than this, that's a lot!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the fruit wines on the counter of the canteen, and felt that all of them tasted better than this spoiled wine.
His words were sincere and unadulterated, which made the old man fall into a life of doubt.