Green grass covers the ground, and the forest fields are swaying in the wind. A silver belt runs down the mountainside, passes through the forest and flows down to the foot of the mountain. Amidst the gentle sound of water, the fat Taoist stood on the big rock beside the stream, exhaling hot air and rubbing his hands vigorously. From time to time, he took out a talisman.
It ignited with a bang, and the magic that bloomed briefly drove away the severe cold on the body. He then looked back at the indifferent monk and Chen Yuan who was holding water to wash his face.
"Boss, is that thing really something we can get our hands on? What are we going to do with that thing? It can't be used, and it can't be eaten. It's still a hot potato if we get it."
"I do think so."
Chen Yuan held up the stream water and poured it on his face. The cold water stains across his cheeks were instantly dispersed by the magic on his face. Chen Yuan stood up, moved his waist and looked at the mountains in front of him.
The clouds are floating on the snow-covered mountaintop, which is indescribably mysterious and majestic.
"...I don't know, we can only take a look at it from a distance, but if you know where it is, and if you cultivate deeply in the future, you can seek the fate of this trip."
After that, he told the trembling old cow over there, "Take good care of my master and the vehicle. By the way, be careful of Saha. Don't let him run away with the vehicle."
The old cow huddled under a nearby tree and nodded. Chen Yuan snapped his fingers, walked past the monk, and shouted from a distance to the master who was breaking stones to catch crabs, asking him to pay attention. The latter was ouch.
He held a small crab from his fingertips and waved impatiently.
"I understand, Master, just stay here and don't wander around!"
The reason why I didn't take Master up was because I was afraid of Master's temper and making trouble suddenly at the critical moment, which might cause trouble.
After the three of them found a path up the mountain at the foot of the mountain, they climbed up the mountainside while it was still dark. Following the contents of the classics mentioned by Saha, they headed towards the mountain that looked like a goddess.
Chen Yuan did not use magic. After all, the Kunlun Mirror was placed here by Yan Ren, and there must be restrictions. If he used magic, it would definitely frighten the snake. Then he would sneak into the Western World quietly to find all her arrangements, and his success would be in vain.
The three of them stepped on the messy rocks and frozen soil along the mountainside for a long time. Along the way, the mountain walls and forests continued to extend behind them.
The further we go, the places we pass become quite familiar.
"Boss, monk, do you feel that we have been on this road forever?"
Chen Yuan did not answer. After going up the mountain and walking along the mountainside, he did have the same feeling as the fat Taoist. He glanced at Zhenhai beside him, and the monk nodded.
"As Comrade Sun said, we are trapped."
He pushed the vertical seal outward slightly and frowned, "Can't use magic power."
As soon as the monk reminded him, Chen Yuan also discovered that his own cultivation was such that he could not even sense any magic power, "Don't stop, keep going forward."
"But what did you find?"
Zhenhai tried a few more times, but had to give up for the time being. He caught up with Chen Yuan in front and asked. The latter shook his head, "No, but it reminded me of a story in the book."
"Master, since when are we still telling stories? I feel like there are two-colored narrowed eyes looking at us." The fat Taoist wanted to wipe out a few yellow talismans and pinch them in his hand, but when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed them all.
Only then did I realize that even the yellow cloth bag I carried with me was gone.
Subconsciously looking at Chen Yuan and the monk in front, he was suddenly shocked: "Master, monk, where are your magic swords and Zen staff and cassocks?"
Um?
Chen Yuan raised his hand. The Moon Sword that was in his hand just now was gone. He looked at the empty palm thoughtfully. The monk Zhenhai beside him was wearing a cassock and a Zen staff and a golden bowl in his hand. It was hard for the monk to calm down. Not that
It was said that he had lost his support, but the Zen staff was one of the most precious treasures of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. If it were lost in his hands, it would be difficult for him to return to the temple with face.
Seeing Chen Yuan frowning and remaining silent, he asked, "But is it related to the story you want to say?"
Chen Yuan gave a light 'hmm', then raised his eyes and continued walking, saying as he walked: "There is a story in "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" about a man who likes to eat dog meat. He was taking a nap at home one day and suddenly felt
His body was light and unknowingly, there was a noise in his ears. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had arrived at the market. When he looked again, he had turned into a big yellow dog. Not long after, several people came and caught him.
, took him to a yard, where blood was everywhere, and there were several dog skins still dripping with blood hanging on the walls. The man was so panicked that he couldn't resist at all and was dragged to the slaughtering table. He also saw the butcher holding the knife, it was him.
I know him, this yard is also the place where he often buys dog meat.
But no matter how much he begged, the sound he made was the barking of a dog. In the end, he watched helplessly as the butcher knife fell, chopped off his limbs, slit his throat and let out blood. He endured a series of severe pains almost once before he died, and finally chopped off the dog's head with one knife.
Only then did he wake up from the wooden couch."
"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you mean, we are actually in the state of souls?" Monk Zhenhai directly grasped the key point. He suddenly turned around and looked around. He also felt what the fat Taoist said.
"It does seem to have a pair of eyes."
"Keep going."
The soul does not leave the body on its own, and I am afraid it is not Chen Yuan and the others who have the final say in wanting to go back. Now there is only one way to go to the dark, but the three of them clearly feel suspended in the air, as if someone has lifted them up upside down.
There were faint sounds of voices, laughter, and a pair of greedy eyes.
"Master, I...I seem to feel a little hot."
After walking for a long time, the fat Taoist was sweating profusely in the cold wind. As he walked, he took off his collar from time to time, and white steam came out.
"The poor monk also felt it."
The monk in the middle also had beads of sweat on his forehead, "It felt like he was being held on fire."
Chen Yuan actually felt the heat wave hitting his face, but apart from the seemingly endless road ahead, the wind blowing was cold. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "Keep walking."
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Occasionally, the wind blows, taking away any trace of heat, which makes the three of them feel a little relieved. Then, an even hotter temperature hits their bodies. At this moment, at the end of the road ahead, the outline of an arch appears, with lines on it.
Strange talisman.
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Chen Yuan suddenly shouted loudly at the two people behind him, and quickly started running towards Zhenhai, with Sun Zhengde following closely behind and running like crazy.
The arch in front of me is getting closer and closer, and I can vaguely see a square high platform, with dull golden light blooming from an artifact, and wisps of cyan aura gathering in the artifact from all directions.
The moment they approached the arch, the fat Taoist suddenly screamed, and instantly turned into a wisp of smoke behind the two of them. His limbs fell to the ground as if they were falling apart, and immediately turned into smoke and dissipated together.
"The poor monk seems... seems to be disappearing too."
Zhenhai seemed to be enduring great pain, and there were teeth marks on his body, as if he was being eaten. He looked at Chen Yuan again, and his body was red, as if he had been cooked.
"The poor monk will send you there."
The monk shouted, quickened his pace, stepped forward violently, grabbed Chen Yuan's arm and sent him forward, Zhenhai turned into blue smoke and disappeared.
Even without magic power, his body is still beyond ordinary people. Chen Yuan was pushed by a huge force, stepped hard with his feet, and the moment he rushed through the arch, he flew towards Gao Li in front of him.
As if he was being bitten by severe pain, Chen Yuan stared at the octagonal bronze mirror half a foot away with wide eyes. The moment he grabbed it with his hand, the whole person disappeared in mid-air.
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"Bah!"
At the foot of Kunlun, the crazy old man sat by the fire, vomited several times, spit out some broken shells on the stone, and looked at the broken crabs at his feet.
"I caught three of them, and it's just a little bit of meat. I'm still not satisfied. What will the disciples and the monks eat later?"
Immediately, he turned his attention to the prostrate figure under the tree over there. The old cow suddenly opened his eyes, got up quickly, swung his tail and ran behind the tree, quietly sticking out half of his head to peek.
moment.
Beside the fire, there were three figures sitting up from the ground. The chubby figures were groping up and down, breathing heavily, looking around with their eyes wide open. When they saw the crazy old man, they quickly grabbed hold of the big tree and were about to walk towards it.
The crazy old man over there, "Is this way alive?"
After he finished speaking, the other two figures sat up one after another.
Monk Zhenhai touched his bald head with confusion on his stern face, "Why are we here?"
When the crazy old man saw that his apprentices were all awake, he came back and squatted down with a smile.
"Where else could we be if we weren't here? You said let's go. As soon as we crossed the creek, everyone fell asleep. They must have been hurt from the fall, haha."
"So, we have been sleeping, so just now... weren't we dreaming?" The fat Taoist seemed to be glad that he was dreaming. He patted his chest with a sigh of relief and quickly checked his waist and found that the yellow cloth pocket was still there.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Only Chen Yuan on the other side did not speak, and the hands hanging between his legs tightened.
That is a pendant hanging under the Kunlun Mirror.