On Beishan, in the dense woods, two horses ran wildly into the forest.
The sound of horses' hooves gradually disappeared into the forest. Occasionally, birds would startle and fly into the dark sky.
"I understand, monk, do you know the road? We have been running for half an hour after entering the forest, why haven't we found it yet?"
On the horse behind, Yan Chixia shouted impatiently.
The Shifang monk sitting behind him was so sick from motion sickness that his face turned pale, his mouth was foaming, his eyes were dull, and he was unable to speak.
The monks Gao Ning and Mingxiu in front were much better.
It's not because Gao Ning's riding skills are so great, but because he has the status of God of Cookery to replenish the blood of Monk Mingxiu at any time.
Not to mention, besides being unable to kill enemies, the skill of the God of Cookery has a variety of auxiliary effects.
Especially for physical and mental recovery, it's almost like cheating.
It's a pity that the skill is good, but it still has no use against the dream master.
If you want to assemble this kind of skills, you must form a team of two or more people, and your companions must have the same system of skills to strengthen themselves, so that they can be used to the maximum extent.
Now there is only one effect left to dispel negative buffs.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry!"
Gao Ning responded casually, controlling his mental power to continuously scan the surroundings.
Strangely enough, the tree is obviously nearby. When scanning, you can clearly see that the distance between the two sides is at most two to three hundred meters.
But every time I rode my horse to run over, I would miss the target inexplicably.
The old locust tree of Dryad Granny is like the little hamster in the game of Smashing Mole. You can't tell which direction it will come out from.
"This way!"
Once again finding the location of Dryad Grandma, Gao Ning pulled the reins, changed direction and rushed forward again.
Yan Chixia followed closely behind and was about to say something.
Suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky, followed by deafening thunder.
When Yan Chixia looked up, she felt that the black cloud had lowered its weight by more than three feet. It was about to cover her face, and her color finally changed.
"There is no way to continue searching like this. Alas, we have to trouble the ancestors to reveal themselves!"
He ripped off the scroll from his waist and threw it in the air without looking at it. He formed a sword formula with his right hand and shouted.
"If you are so fast, please ask your ancestors to show you the Dharma and lead the way!"
The scroll unfolded in a natural state in mid-air, starting from a mallet as thick as an arm, and gradually stretched into a behemoth more than ten meters long.
A gust of wind blew out of nowhere, and the paper moved with the wind, as if being held by an invisible big hand, and flew away into the distance.
Yan Chixia was overjoyed when she saw this, and quickly galloped over Gao Ning, chasing after the scroll.
When overtaking, he did not forget to give a reminder.
"Follow my scroll!"
Gao Ning followed closely behind without saying a word.
Monk Mingxiu was as calm as ever, but his eyes were fixed on the scroll flying by itself, and a small flame seemed to be burning deep in his eyes.
After trying so many times, Gao Ning also knew.
Without using some extraordinary means, it would be impossible to get close to the old tree demon's body.
If it was really that simple, over the past thousand years, anyone with a bit of blood would be able to chop this guy into firewood and burn him.
However, Gao Ning is not without a way to get closer.
It's just that when you follow the characters in the plot, whether you open a space door or directly use skills to fly over and possess someone, the movement is a bit too loud.
So after much deliberation, I might as well give this opportunity to Yan Chixia.
Anyway, in the plot, this is his job.
After running along the scroll for about three to five minutes, after making a long circle, the cavalry made a diagonal move to the rear, and unexpectedly broke into a brand new area for some unknown reason.
Then I saw a lush bush appearing in front of me.
And the unfolded scroll, like an ordinary picture scroll blown down by the wind, lay flat on the bush, motionless.
Seeing this scene, Yan Chixia was also a little confused.
He instinctively wanted to ask Shifang, but when he saw Shifang looking like he was about to faint, he gave up the idea.
He looked around and saw that there wasn't even a tall pine tree, let alone a thick locust tree.
The first trees in this patch of trees were actually only as thick as a human thigh.
Even people who are not familiar with the mountains and forests can know that this cannot be the true form of the tree demon that has existed for thousands of years, or even for more than ten years.
Gao Ning calmly scanned it again, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as what he saw before.
It's strange, this guy seems to be motionless, so why does it sense in different directions every time?
Could it be some kind of formation?
Or is there the ability to interfere with induction?
Gao Ning was very curious about this, but obviously no one could give him an answer at this time.
Yan Chixia stretched out her hand and muttered a spell quickly. The court flew up out of thin air, rolled up into a ball in mid-air, and landed steadily in the palm of her hand.
Yan Chixia casually put the scroll into her belt and threw it beside her.
Then just when he was about to turn around and say that he was looking for the wrong thing, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he saw him reaching out and pulling off a few locust leaves from the bush, and put them in front of his eyes to look at them carefully.
"right here!"
At some point, Gao Ning had dismounted with Monk Mingxiu, and the two of them stood in a row, their eyes shining.
"It is said that people are old and spiritual, and ghosts are old and spiritual. It is not easy for this tree to become a spirit.
He knew that his true body was his weak point, and he could still use magic at night to perfectly hide himself in the darkness of the night. As soon as the sun came out during the day, he would inevitably be exposed.
Therefore, in order to be as safe as possible, most of the tree trunk and some branches were buried underground.
Only the dense and striking tree crowns are left exposed above the soil, disguised as bushes. This is a really good idea!”
Gao Ning commented enthusiastically.
Before he finished speaking, the pale Shifang suddenly came back to his senses and looked sharply at the rich tree crown.
"This is it? Great! Master, master, you are saved! Master!"
He was muttering in his mouth, and suddenly rushed into the bushes on both hands and feet.
Yan Chixia whispered to hold him, but Shifang seemed to be guided, locked in a direction and kept walking forward.
It was as if he had already determined in his heart that the master was trapped there.
Seeing this, Gao Ning dodged forward, turned his palm upward, and two side-opening space doors with a width of less than five centimeters appeared.
These two space doors just opened up the distance between the two people, and they moved forward quickly as Gao Ning moved.
All the tree crowns and branches blocking the way were like tofu, easily cut off by the two space doors.
As the bushes fell down in rows, the group only advanced less than ten meters, and found Master Baiyun tied into a rice dumpling by vines and wrapped in a cassock in an extremely hidden tree hole.
Seeing the look of Master Baiyun, Shifang shed tears of dissatisfaction.
He cried and rushed forward, tearing off the vines and tree roots with all his hands, and slowly carried the old monk out.
During this period, Gao Ning and Yan Chixia did not interfere and kept watching silently.
Monk Mingxiu closed his eyes slightly, put his hands together and recited sutras.
After a while, after moving the old monk to the open space, Shifang shouted, please don't take off the cassock that the old monk had on his head. Finally, he carefully took off two eye protection earlobes from his eye sockets.
It was this action that turned on a switch, and Master Baiyun was quickly awakened.
But I don’t know if it’s a sequelae of the battle or because I was trapped for too long.
In short, the body that is said to be indestructible, even the old tree demon with thousands of years of cultivation can't do anything about it, is now completely blind.
"Shifang, you finally came to save me!" The old monk's voice was as steady as ever, and the hint of relief in his words made Shifang shed tears.
Although the two were separated for only a few days, it was enough for a little monk who had never left his master since he was a child and grew up quietly under the protection of his master. It was enough for him to understand many things.
However, if I asked him to tell me what he understood, he wouldn't be able to tell.
In the end, thousands of words converged into one word: master.
Shifang stood there watching the night. Master Baiyun was silent for a moment, with a smile on his lips, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently patted his apprentice's bald head, all without saying a word.
"Shifang, it seems there is someone else here?"
Shifang quickly wiped away his tears, sniffed, and replied: "It's the master, and there are three other people. Two of them are the brothers we stayed with before, named Mingxiu and Mingzhi. Master, you have met them!"
"Amitabha, it turns out you two helped me, thank you very much!"
Master Baiyun put his hands together and bowed slightly to express his thanks.
Gao Ning was still fine, but Monk Mingxiu quickly stepped aside and responded with a more pious attitude: "It doesn't have to be this way for big things, this is what we should do!"
Gao Ning glanced at him strangely.
I don’t know why, but since meeting this old monk, something has become wrong with Monk Mingxiu.
Could it be that you are attracted by the terrifying power of Buddhism and have changed your dreams?
That’s not right either!
Every time he had the opportunity to study the scroll, this guy would never let it go.
Could it be that you feel guilty?
At this time, Master Baiyun "looked" at Yan Chixia again: "Who is this?"
Before Shifang could say anything, Yan Chixia smiled and replied: "Master, I am the promising young man who was scolded by you at the market that day!"
Master Baiyun smiled and nodded: "Amitabha, if you are willing to find your way back, it would be great if you stayed with us!"
Yan Chixia scratched her head, a little embarrassed on her face.
It feels like a primary school student who has suddenly been praised. The way he feels happy but doesn't want to express it makes people laugh.
After a few people chatted for a while, they remembered that there was still business to do.
Shifang hurriedly rushed into the bushes again. I don't know what method this guy used, but he quickly found a lot of urns entangled with tree roots.
These jars were of the same size, some were covered with thick dust and were even buried by fallen leaves, some looked cruel, some had empty ropes, and there were a lot of empty and useless jars in another tree pit.
There were hundreds of all kinds of urns, large and small, in total. This made Shifang stick his butt out and search for only half an hour. He didn't know how many urns he opened, but he still couldn't find the familiar wooden comb.
In the end, Yan Chixia couldn't stand it any longer and invited his ancestors out again, finally achieving this goal.
As for Gao Ning, while they were reminiscing about old times, they had already placed Xiaodie's ashes in the portable prison.
