On July 22nd, the weather was very hot near the end of the year. Chen Yuan, Zhenhai and the crazy old man who were walking through Hengyan Mountain could not feel anything. Sun Zhengde, who had only half a foot on the path to practice the Taoism, was wearing his Taoist robe in the heat at this time.
Opening it up, revealing a few tufts of black hair on his chest, swinging two loose balls of soft flesh, he stepped on the stones and jumped over the stream.
"Master, you're really hot. Can you find a place to rest first? I'll see how tired the master is!"
Over there, the crazy old man who was swinging along the road with his vines fell on the stone and shook his messy hair: "Who said I'm tired? I'm just feeling energetic."
The fat Taoist stomped his feet several times in anger and didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Turn back, I won't let you eat the game I caught."
"If you don't give it, I'll beat you to death!"
"If you beat me to death, you won't get to eat!"
In the midst of the noise, Lao Niu dragged the carriage over the weeds and rocks. Fortunately, before entering the mountains, Chen Yuan cast a powerful little spell on the carriage from "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan".
This frame made of ordinary wood would probably fall apart after traveling for half a mile.
After entering the mountain, there were no other people in the car. Qin Qiong and the others came out directly and rode their ponies all over the mountain to their heart's content. However, there was no spirit apparition to invite gods. They were just better than ordinary puppets. They were tripped by Fujiko.
It was smashed to pieces.
No, Yuchi Gong whipped up his snow-traveling black horse, yelled and waved his iron whip, and followed Guan Zhang and several others to chase down a rabbit that was running away in panic.
Even though the monk Zhenhai had seen the world, he was dumbfounded and pointed at a bunch of puppets: "Were they the gods you invited before?"
Zhang Fei, who was chasing all the way, seemed to hear him tighten the reins, grow his thick beard, and shout at the top of his voice: "Monk, do you look down on me?"
"no."
Anyone who is glared at by a one-foot-tall wooden sculpture will be surprised. Zhenhai has never seen such a spiritual figure. He actually showed a trace of gaffes and bowed to the other person to apologize.
"Hmph, you're polite." Zhang Fei's wood carving then stopped his scowl, clamped the horse's belly, and shouted in front of him: "Slave of the third surname, let go of that hare, it belongs to me, second brother, help me!"
He jumped on the black horse and swung his spear to kill him.
The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched. Even a rabbit surrounding him could create an aura that could kill thousands of troops.
Immediately, he smiled at the monk who had not yet come to his senses and said: "These are all outstanding people, don't be offended."
"oh?"
Looking at the wooden sculptures over there, ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong with a hare, Zhenhai realized from the shock: "Young hero, why has this poor monk never heard of it?"
"They are famous, but now they can only live in my story!"
Chen Yuan looked at the fighting over there and cast spells on the weeds and shrubs blocking the road in front of him as he walked, "...Have you ever thought about it, young master, that the world we are living in now is just a fantasy and has been changed by the gods?"
When the monk stopped and looked at Chen Yuan with a frown, he heard Sun Zhengde yelling "ouch" over there, and then the voice got louder and he yelled.
"Master, little monk, come here quickly and see what this is!"
The fat Taoist rested under a large blue rock in the back. At this time, he was holding his shoes in one hand, squatting in a corner with his toes, pointing at the swaying grass in front of him and shouting.
"What happened?"
When Chen Yuan came over, the crazy old man also swung from the tree in the distance. Even the old cow pulling the cart brought his head close to him. He saw a long red worm snaking among the weeds where the fat Taoist pointed.
But when Chen Yuan looked carefully, he saw a look of surprise on his face. What kind of long worm was there?
They were clearly little people a little bigger than ants. There were dozens of them, all wearing red robes, shoes, and hats. There were eight little people carrying a red sedan with a red sedan in front.
There was a groom official riding a pony. He looked at the huge faces in the sky looking over with fear. He waved his tiny arms in fear, as if to tell the team to turn around.
That group of little people looked so frightened and in a hurry that they were cute.
The crazy old man on the side was delighted to see the thing and hurriedly touched the leather bag on his waist. Chen Yuan hurriedly held his hand: "Master, what are you doing?!"
"Of course I'll catch them. There are so many little things, they will definitely be fun!"
"They all have wisdom and spirituality, and they seem to be flesh and blood. They can't stand playing. Master still gives up. If they die, wouldn't you be heartbroken?"
Seeing Chen Yuan's refusal, the crazy old man looked at his apprentice, and then at the group of little red figures who were gradually running towards the grass in a panic. He pouted reluctantly, and after the little figures ran away, he continued on his way.
He didn't even go to play in the forest anymore. He just sat in the bullock cart, sulking like a child. When his apprentice looked at him, he turned his face away with a groan.
This made Sun Zhengde laugh loudly on the side, and then his mouth was gagged with the shoe stretched out by the old man, and he ran to the side to vomit.
It was noisy along the way.
The weather in the mountains was weird. After walking for a while, it started to rain. After passing a valley, the rain stopped. Following the direction indicated by the stone Buddha, we walked through thorns and thorns for another two miles. Finally, we saw the refraction at the bottom of a mountain col.
The sparkling waves of sunlight.
After finding the destination, several people and one cow sped up. Zhenhai was the first to leap to the top of the forest, stepping on the swaying treetops, and flew over in a flash.
When Chen Yuan arrived with Lao Niu and Sun Zhengde, the monk was already looking for the half stone tablet around the pool.
The pool is four feet square, deep and dark, as if it has no bottom. Light steam rises from the water and spreads around it, making the vegetation lush. The trees are like canopies of the sky, and the weeds are as long as wheat stalks and as high as a person's waist.
There were also birds chirping crisply and apes roaring from a distance, which made Chen Yuan couldn't help but praise: "It's a nice and pleasant place."
In the peripheral vision, Zhenhai, who was searching through the grass over there, had found something. He called Chen Yuan, "Fellow Daoist Chen, we found it."
The land in front of him was half a stone tablet covered with moss and withered vines. Chen Yuan erased the withered vines on it, and the inscriptions on it had long been blurred by wind and rain.
But I can vaguely make out the first word: Xian.
No matter how you look at the back, it's also blurry, but that's not important. What Chen Yuan wants to find is how to get in. He and the monk Zhenhai searched everywhere, including the cliffs close to the mountain. Sure enough, they were the same as those in Yunzhen Temple.
As Stone Buddha said, there is no entrance at all, unless one can reach the level where the soul can leave the body and use the soul to drill into the mountain or soil to find out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Returning to the water pool, Zhenhai sat cross-legged under the tree, and Chen Yuan also sat down beside him, thinking about countermeasures, looking at the water pool in a trance, or else I would kill Qi Ye Ba
I called them out, they are Yin gods anyway, so it shouldn’t be difficult to get in?
But I can't go in, and I don't know what's going on inside, so what's the point?
It is better to wait for Yunlong Yunhe and the others to come over.
In his wandering thoughts, the water pool he looked at seemed to have ripples, which made him feel dizzy. When he looked again, the ripples had disappeared without a trace.
Not far away, Sun Zhengde found dead branches and leaves piled up and was about to light a fire for cooking. His body suddenly stiffened. The crazy old man next to the firewood pile seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now. He was eager to try it with a fire stick and wanted to light a fire. Suddenly it shook.
Two clicks.
The skylight shone through the gaps between the trees, and amid the chirping of cicadas and birds, Lao Niu looked at the busy and thoughtful people over there and shook his head: 'It's really troublesome to be a human being.'
Immediately, he yawned miserably. When he closed his mouth and looked ahead, he was suddenly stunned. He stood up quickly, stripped the reins off his body, and ran to the woodpile with his hooves.
In his gaze, the fat Taoist, the crazy old man who was still here, as well as the owner and the vicious monk under the tree over there all disappeared.
‘Deep in the mountains and forests, don’t leave me alone here!!’
Sun Zhengde was holding a pile of firewood in the grass that was trampled by his stepping hooves. He blinked blankly, looked at the huge cow hooves in front of him, and then opened his mouth to the extreme, "Ah!!
"The shrill screams resounded through the grass and spread to the top of the grass, but the words turned into a 'buzzing' sound.
Um?
mosquito?
I don't care for now, the master has magic to protect himself, I'd better rest for a while and eat something before talking.
The old cow raised his head and looked around, then lowered his head and opened his mouth. He rolled up the weeds with his tongue and brought it to his mouth, where he rubbed it comfortably.
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The third update is delivered.
Almost 2,500 yuan has been booked, and the spring breeze will not make a mistake.