In appearance, it is no different from ordinary mountains.
The strange thing lies in the word "mihua".
Every autumn and winter, a strange mist appears in the mountains. The mist reflects the mountain scenery in spring and summer, just like the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in the painting.
Mihua Mountain got its name from this.
On the mountainside, stands a small dilapidated temple.
In the temple, a short monk with simple clothes, short hair and a round face was looking up at a wall with his hands behind his back, his eyes blurred.
On this wall, a mural is carved, in which palace attics, sea islands, exotic flowers and plants, and maidens and fairies appear in endless succession, outlining a fairyland-like beauty.
"Mural, mural, when can I really get you..."
The immovable monk murmured to himself.
Suddenly, Monk Fudo seemed to sense something and turned around hurriedly.
"Who are you? When did you come?"
Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man behind him waved his palm and slapped Monk Fudo on the head.
Boom! There was a sound like a tire exploding. Monk Fudo's vision went dark, and he fell heavily to the ground. His vision was blurred, and everything he saw was shaking.
"I've been here for a while, but you found it too late!"
The handsome young man raised the soles of his feet and stepped on Monk Fudo's back. Boom! The force exploded. Monk Fudo's spine and bones were all crushed, and his entire back collapsed under the pressure.
Even so, Monk Fudo's vitality is still strong, "Who are you and why do you want to kill me!"
"A few days ago, I killed your old friend, the tree demon, who has been with me for thousands of years. Why did I kill you?" Lu Qian stepped on him again, breaking Monk Fudo's lower body into two pieces.
"What! You killed grandma, ah, I'm going to kill you!"
Boom! Terrifying magic power erupted from Monk Fudo, shaking off Lu Qian's soles. His upper body rose from the ground, broke through the small temple, suspended in the air, formed seals with his hands, and slapped the small temple fiercely.
"Seal of Mount Sumeru, die!"
Buzz! A huge palm made of rocks appeared, wrapped in boundless air pressure, and slapped down.
"Little tricks!"
Lu Qian transformed into a green light and shot forward, then raised his fist to strike.
With a bang, the huge rock palm was exploded by a punch, turning into countless rubbles and falling down, burying the small temple.
Lu Qian flicked with five fingers.
Swish, swish, swish... Five green flames popped up and turned into five flaming flying swords. They shot over and surrounded Monk Fudo, stabbing and slashing him randomly. Monk Fudo screamed and fell, falling among the gravel, his upper body covered in flesh and blood.
Vague.
"You don't have to die well, ah ah ah!" Monk Fudo is still alive, and his vitality is so tenacious that it's shocking.
"Too much nonsense!"
Lu Qian stood up in the air, raised his foot and stepped down. A huge flaming foot appeared and stepped down hard.
Buzz!
Just when the flaming feet were about to step on the immovable monk, a white light suddenly shot out from the rubble, forming a light shield that covered half of the mountainside, blocking the falling flaming feet.
The soles of the flames stepped on the light shield, and there was a roar, and the infinite crossfire rays of light shot out in all directions. The light shield suddenly shook, and the soles of the flames flew away.
Lu Qian grasped it with his palm, and the soles of his feet suddenly spread out, turning into wisps of green flame energy and collecting them in his palms.
Looking down, the immovable monk had disappeared, and the mask of light had also disappeared.
Lu Qian was so surprised that he landed on the mountainside to check. He soon discovered that the white light seemed to be shooting out from the bottom of the gravel.
He waved his palms, vibrating the airflow, and swept the gravel down the mountain stream.
I saw that the small temple that had been crushed by rubble still had some white light blooming.
Lu Qian walked into the small temple and discovered that the source of the white light afterglow actually came from the mural.
"Mural, mural...could it be?"
Lu Qian suddenly remembered that in his previous life he had seen a Chinese-Liao Zhai movie called Hua Bi, in which there was a strange mural that was very similar to the one in front of him.
Moreover, the character Fudo Monk originated from this movie.
The interior of the mural is an independent space. Everything in the outside world can be found in the space, just like a paradise and wonderland without any competition from the world.
Knowing the origins of the murals and the Fudo monk, Lu Qian had an idea.
There is a woman on the wall who is in charge of everything and has boundless power, named Gugu. She has countless fairies under her command. This person and Monk Fudo have a relationship of love and being loved.
She is the only one who can save the immovable monk in extreme crisis.
At this moment, there was still afterglow blooming on the wall. Lu Qian seized the opportunity and turned his body into a green flame, rushing up and hitting the wall hard.
boom!
The scene in front of me suddenly changed, and an independent world like a fairyland appeared in my sight.
Lu Qian was floating above the sea. When he turned his eyes, he saw a woman flying in the distance holding the half body of the immobile monk.
The moment he reached the woman, she turned around.
This is a middle-aged woman with dignified appearance and plump body. She is clearly the owner of the fairyland on the wall, an aunt.
As soon as her aunt saw Lu Qian, her face was full of anger, "Little thief, you hurt him and you dare to chase him in, you die!"
She waved a dark branch in her palm, and a flame shot out from the tip of the branch, like a torrent of flames rushing past.
"Playing with fire in front of me! Devour it for me!"
Lu Qian clapped his palm, and a whirlpool of green flames appeared in the air, blocking it in front of him. An invisible suction force emanated from the center of the vortex, and immediately sucked the flame dragon in.
For this move, he borrowed the Devouring Way of Beiming Divine Art, which consumes flames and turns them into pure energy to strengthen himself. It is only useful for fire-based techniques.
Feeling that the magic power in his body was slowly increasing, Lu Qian couldn't help but be overjoyed and increased his absorption speed.
"Damn it, you dare to swallow the flames of my fusang branches. I'll kill you!"
The aunt waved the dark branches one after another, spraying out long flame dragons. In the blink of an eye, countless flame dragons covered the entire sky, roaring towards the sky, and all attacked Lu Qian.
Lu Qian was startled by this scene. Although his flame vortex could absorb flames and use them for his own purposes, he was powerless against so many flames.
At the critical moment, Lu Qian flicked his long sleeve, and a black and white gourd appeared.
It is the treasured weapon Yin Yang Gourd!
In the world of spiritual practice, in order to restrain the five elements of magic, except for those with high magic power and the supreme magic of this attribute, there are only two qi of yin and yang.
The Yin-Yang gourd floated above Lu Qian's head, blooming with Yin-Yang energy and gathering into a huge black and white millstone. It rotated rapidly, generating a terrifying suction force that spread in all directions.
The aunt's face changed slightly, obviously she understood what Lu Qian was going to do, and she quickly chanted a spell to retrieve the flame dragon, but it was too late.
I saw that all the flame dragons were pulled into the millstone, and the yin and yang qi were twisted, turning into wisps of vitality, and dissipated in the void.
"Little thief, don't be complacent, look at my Ten Thousand Lins Immortal Formation, I'm sick!"
The aunt recited a spell and pointed her finger towards Lu Qian.
Boom, boom, boom, the void continued to explode, and sharp branches penetrated the void, killing from different dimensions.
In an instant, it was like hundreds of millions of arrows surrounded Lu Qian. Lu Qian kept charging and killing him, but instead of decreasing, the number of sharp branches increased, almost suppressing him in a small space.
Lu Qian felt that something was wrong. He seemed to be trapped in a certain formation. If he continued to kill like this, sooner or later he would run out of mana and die.
"We can't do this anymore, it's better to leave first!"
Lu Qian has a yin and yang gourd on his head, spraying the yin and yang energy into a large shield, holding up the sharp branches, fighting a bloody path, breaking through the mural space, and returning to the real world.
"Smelly woman, I will come in again!"
"Next time, I will make sure you never come back!"