Before this guide appeared, everything was normal. Even after this guy appeared, there was nothing unusual.
But when this guy gave the ‘Pearl’ to Zhang Cundao, the situation changed!
The pure light in his mind gave a slight warning. Zhang Cundao took the 'Pearl' and took a look. What kind of pearl was it? It was clearly a bone full of bite marks!
Pure spiritual light has the ability to detect "illusions", and as soon as this "Pearl" was acquired, its flaws were revealed. At that time, Zhang Cundao did not say anything, but returned the "Pearl".
But what I didn't expect was that the old man in front of me was so evil that he actually sent a jade slip from the "Sea of Clouds". This was not a jade slip, it was still the disguised bone! This old man didn't even have props.
I am not willing to change it and continue to use this bone full of tooth marks to deceive!
Zhang Cundao was angry, but he didn't show it. Instead, he continued to talk.
But the old man found that he couldn't deceive Zhang Cundao twice, so he simply launched the last deception and brought him to the 'Xianmen'.
This fairy gate is just a big mouth of a monster. Once you enter the fairy gate, you will definitely not reach any fairy world. Instead, you will fall into the belly of the monster!
When Zhang Cundao's Changqing Sword came down hard on the goblin, the bloody mouth suddenly closed, and the long tongue that turned into a wooden bridge was retracted!
This time, there was no support under Zhang Cundao's feet, and he fell immediately. And this slash of the Changqing Sword only cut off a broken tail. The owner of the broken tail took advantage of this opportunity and instantly turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
In place!
Zhang Cundao suddenly fell from the "sky". But the next moment, he sat on the ground with a "pop" and rolled out of the fog!
On the left is a quiet red mist, and on the right is an open plain. There are withered yellow grass and short trees growing on the plain. Looking further into the distance, it is blurry and unclear.
"The red mist... seems to be on the same level as Huangya Temple." Zhang Cundao confirmed some of his assumptions when he saw the mist.
The white mist should be the lowest level, while the red mist is one level higher than the white one. The so-called "ascension" is from the white mist area to the red mist area.
In fact, if you feel it carefully, you will know that the spiritual energy activity here is much higher than that in the white mist area! This is why the progress of "Huangya Sutra" is very slow in the Pure Water Permanent Area.
In this way, the fog in the Elephant Trunk Mountain Blessed Land that I have been to seems to be purple...
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhang Cundao didn't know if what he was thinking was right. He looked around and walked deeper into the plain with Di Lao.
The plan for now is to find a place to settle down and gradually get familiar with the world. Therefore, it is only right to find a place where people live first.
Now it seems that this blessed land is not small, and it is estimated that there will be people there. So Zhang Cundao walked towards the depths of the plain.
After walking for a while, there were withered yellow grass and blades all around, and no animals were seen. The place looked like it was in decline.
As he went deeper, Zhang Cundao gradually saw the fields on the side of the road, and also saw the people on the side of the fields struggling to carry buckets of water and watering the fields. The seedlings in the fields were also green and yellow at this time, looking half-dead.
The farmers looked like they were sighing, but there was nothing they could do.
Zhang Cundao looked next to him. There was not a drop of water in the canal used for irrigation at the side of the field. The ground was so dry that rats could run away. He stopped and asked: "Uncle, is this a drought?"
A farmer with a sad face nodded and said, "It hasn't rained for more than half a year. The ponds are all dry and the rivers are all dry!"
It's gone, it's really a drought.
Zhang Cundao looked at the sky strangely. At this time, the sky was cloudless and clear. He was a little puzzled. The reason why this blessed land is called a blessed land is that extreme weather rarely occurs in the blessed land. Generally, the weather is smooth and the climate is pleasant.
Zhang Cundao didn't know the specific situation, so after asking for directions, he continued to move forward. Not long after walking, he finally saw a big city - Phoenix City.
A high wall surrounds a city. There are a few soldiers standing at the gate of the city. On the door, there are big characters "Phoenix City" and "Ximen" written in small characters.
Entering the city, there is a market. However, this market is deserted at this time. Most of the shops in the market are closed. There are only a few open shops, and the products in the stores are very few.
When we walked to the center of the city, some people finally gathered here. When I walked over, I saw a group of people reading the notice.
[Notice: Tomorrow at noon, Master Caizhi Guan Dongyan will perform a ritual to pray for rain.]
The handwriting of this notice was a bit sloppy, and it seemed that the person who wrote it had some resentment, and the notice was too simple... and under the notice, the onlookers were even more complaining.
"Praying for rain again! If praying for rain worked, it should have rained months ago!"
"That's right! The real person in Caizhiguan doesn't know how to ask for rain at all. Let alone rain, he can't even ask for clouds!"
"The king is too kind to them, so he should drive them out and invite someone who can really pray for rain!"
The crowd started to get excited as they talked. Zhang Cundao also listened to the excitement. After listening for a while, except for some complaints and no new information, Zhang Cundao left the group and headed elsewhere.
He said to Di Lao: "Di Lao, go and inquire about the prices so that we can exchange for some local goods."
The currency of each blessed land is different. If you want to live in a blessed land, you need to prepare some local currency. This is similar to going abroad to exchange currency. It is just that you need to sell some things here in exchange for currency. Ask about the prices to avoid being cheated.
Di Lao was very good at doing this kind of period. He left Zhang Cundao and went to nearby shops and stalls to inquire for a while. After a while, he came back and said: "Young master, please find out clearly. You can trade gold directly here. We have this thing."
Quite a few.”
Trading with gold and silver shows that there are many ordinary people in this blessed land, and the currency cannot be made too high-end, otherwise it will be inconvenient for ordinary people to use.
Use gold to exchange for some local gold coins. The purpose of exchanging gold coins is for convenience, otherwise it will be inconvenient to find replacements. The front of the gold coins here is a phoenix spreading its wings, and the back is the word "phoenix".
It is said that a phoenix once descended on this blessed land, and the king who founded Phoenix City is said to have the blood of the phoenix. The family of the king of Phoenix City also spreads a true scripture - the "Phoenix True Scripture".
Phoenix is a legendary monster, but her relatives do not kill humans at will and are considered good monsters by humans. In Phoenix City, there are many legends about phoenixes. When Di Lao went to inquire about prices, Zhang Cundao chatted with others,
I also learned a lot about local rumors.
In the evening, Zhang Cundao and Di Lao stayed in the inn. The inn was also terribly deserted. The waiter was so bored that he didn't even have to fight flies. Because of the drought, all the flies here died...
Because of the drought, merchants from outside the mist have stopped coming here. There is no water supply here, so why should merchants come again? There has been no merchant traffic in the past six months, and the place has suddenly become so depressed.
What is even worse than having no merchants is that if the drought continues, food will not be guaranteed, and a major famine may result.
Nowadays, you have to go to specialized stores to buy water. This water is condensed by practitioners using magic. The output is small and the price is high.
Listening to the innkeeper's complaint, Zhang Cundao didn't know what to say.
At noon the next day, Zhang Cundao and the people in the city came to the open space in the city. It is a practice here to pray for rain today. Although the people in the city did not believe that Dongyan Zhenren could pray for rain, they still came to see it with a "just in case" mentality.
After all, this is related to their survival.
After waiting in the square for a while, a beautiful soft feather sedan descended from the sky. The sedan was covered with all kinds of feathers, making it look very coquettish. A middle-aged monk wearing colorful feathers also walked out of the sedan with a solemn face.
After he came out, several disciples wearing three-color feather robes also appeared. Then these disciples quickly prepared, and in a short time, a gorgeous altar was built.
The scene was quiet, and everyone was watching this scene. This made the real person who performed the ritual even more nervous.
He went up to the altar, took out a magic weapon similar to a feather duster from his arms, held the feather duster high, started shaking his head, saying something, and danced around.
Zhang Cundao could clearly feel the power spreading from his body. But this power was of no use. He danced for a long time, and nothing happened.
God didn't even bother to give him a breeze!
As they danced, Zhang Cundao could clearly see that the monk was a little impatient. Suddenly, a circle of divine light appeared behind his head, and then he waved the feather duster vigorously. Suddenly, a strong wind rose, picking up the dust everywhere and flying towards the sky.
go.
Sand and dust filled the air, and everyone covered their faces with their sleeves. But after the strong wind, the sky was still the same, with no clouds at all. After all, it felt lonely.
After waiting for a long time, the crowd of onlookers finally broke out!
"Liar! You liar!" Someone finally broke down and cursed. The next moment, countless curses came out of their mouths, making the monks on the altar red with anger!
But what can he do? Use a spell to blow everyone up and drop them to the ground? He can indeed do it, but what's the point?
In the end, he tightened the feather duster in his hand, could only get down from the altar in dejection, get on his soft feather sedan, and fly away from here as if he was running away.
Zhang Cundao looked at this scene with deep thoughts in his heart.
After a while, he turned to Di Lao and said, "Let's go meet the king here and see if we can do anything!"
Di Lao nodded and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to help them pray for rain?"
Zhang Cundao looked at the people beside him who were in despair, and finally nodded and said: "If I can do it, I don't mind helping them."
In this drought, it is not the monks or the nobles who are suffering, but the ordinary people!