Chapter 8 The Temple of Desolation Down the Mountain
The river suddenly narrowed, and the cliffs on the banks were about to fall. The cliffs were cut and crisscrossed in the sky, leaving only a narrow line of sky.
The water screamed like a mad bird of prey, pulling the raft forward at lightning speed. The strong wind blew in the face, making it difficult to open one's eyes, and Wang Ziqiao's long beard was blown messily.
Zhikarizhen successfully inherited the three-killing machine sword Qi, which always made him feel uneasy. The boy's rapid progress in swordsmanship was even more incredible. Is it true that Zhikarizhen's talent is too evil, or is there a monster when something goes wrong?
Was he right or wrong in choosing the chess piece Zikakarima?
Zhikarizhen's eighth time of cutting off his hair and cleansing his marrow is obviously inseparable from Amon's involvement. But no matter how weird the mountain monster's temper is, he will not please a strange human boy like this.
Could it be that Amon was a back-up man arranged by the Wu Clan, waiting for an opportunity to escort the young man? The reason why the Yu Clan master who refined the gods and returned to the void did not show up was because he was secretly intercepted and killed by the Wu Clan?
What about himself? The strong wind was mixed with raindrops, dense and cold, as if it hit Wang Ziqiao's bones. Is he also being treated as a chess piece, sinking deeper and deeper into the mysterious quagmire of the Feather-Witch Controversy?
Now that he has obtained the secret method of the soul, how about retreating with safety? Facing the headwind, Prince Qiao opened his eyes wide, as if he was looking at Tianwei. The wind blew the remaining sparks in his heart, and they flickered.
There was a flash of light from the dagger on the raft, and it was sharper than lightning. Zhikarizhen suddenly stepped forward and stabbed forward with the dagger. His legs, shoulders, arms, and dagger connected into a straight line, and he suddenly understood the essence of stabbing in this narrow river channel! "I will keep winning!"
When Wang Ziqiao heard this at first, he thought it was extremely ridiculous, but later he felt sad. In his blood, which was getting weaker and weaker, he could no longer stir up such ridiculous waves.
The dagger light thrust forward, repeated over and over again, flashing and extinguishing. Wang Ziqiao saw all the flashing lights in a trance, and finally connected into a sharp wave of light, splitting the wind, splitting the river rain, splitting the narrow sky above
A thread of sky.
This will always win with the sword!
Staring at the young man, Wang Ziqiao remained silent for a long time, then gently opened the front of his feather coat, letting his beating heart and the razor-like headwind get closer.
So close that you can hear the blood rushing.
Hear the crackling sound of the remaining sparks in your heart.
Either, it will be destroyed against the wind. Or, it will burn into a roaring sea of fire!
"Boom!" A towering giant palm formed by the water suddenly rose from the river, and with lightning speed, it slammed down on the raft.
At the same time, the raft flashed to the right and hit the cliff. Amon pushed hard and the raft turned to the outside. The bottom of the raft scraped against the cliff wall and "glided" for several feet, sliding through a rapid arc.
The line rushed back into the river.
"Bang!" The huge palm of the current slammed down behind the raft, setting off a huge wave column. The raft was hit by the powerful waves, thrown upward, and rolled continuously in mid-air. Zhikari Zhenzhen lay on the raft and held his hands tightly to prevent it from being thrown out.<
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The raft fell down and rushed out against the waves. The river in front suddenly arched upwards, forming a huge hand, blocking the narrow mouth of the river, ready to pounce.
Amon then rubbed out a mud ball from his body and threw it at the water palm from a distance. The strong aroma of alcohol spread out, making Zhikarizhen's cheeks red and his eyes blurred with drunkenness. He wrapped the mud ball in his big palm and shook it.
After a few moments, it collapsed with an uproar and dispersed into a gurgling stream, with the fragrance of wine lingering in the water.
The raft rushed out as if it was running away. The river opened like a folding fan, and the sky suddenly became clear. There were canyons on both sides of the bank, and the sky was like a cloud. Hundreds of streams rushed from the mountains into the river, converging into floods, stirring up steam, and filling it into fog.
, the sound of the waves thundered, the sound stopped the moving clouds, and the shock made Zhi Shou's ears numb, and he could hardly hear a sound.
"Boom!" Zhikarizhen suddenly felt as if the raft was flying. The river in front suddenly disappeared. The raft suddenly sank, and it fell vertically with thousands of streams of water around it, forming a majestic waterfall hanging upside down by the Milky Way.
"Seventh song!" Amon yelled with all his strength, and the raft fell down with the snow-jade-like waterfall, like a falling meteor. The water spray covered his head and face, making Zhikarizhen soaked all over and suffocating his mouth and nose.
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"Bang!" The raft landed on the river hundreds of feet below. It suddenly bounced up and fell down several times before sliding away against the water like a trapped wild horse.
"Eighth song!" Amon held the pole with both hands, his expression solemn, and his pupils lit up like lanterns. Around him, whirlpools of different sizes were spinning, making it dizzy and bottomless. The raft was on Amon's side.
Under control, try your best to slow down, sometimes circling, sometimes stopping, carefully avoiding the dense whirlpools on the river surface.
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in front of the raft without warning. Amon's expression changed slightly, and the pole hit the head of the raft hard, and the raft suddenly backed up. "Bang!" A blue-black juice spurted out from the vortex, and it was about to splash in all directions.
, Amon threw out his hat and put it on his head. "Zizi——" The hat was corroded and riddled with holes, and was immediately swallowed up by the whirlpool.
This winding waterway was the most difficult for Amon to navigate. Once, a fluffy and colorful tail emerged from the whirlpool and chased the raft. Zhikari saw that the back of the mountain monster's neck was tense, and beads of sweat ran along it like rain lines.
The neck rolled off. It took half a day before the raft turned into the ninth track.
"My dear husband, close your eyes! Don't open them, and don't make any random moves!" Amon shouted in a deep voice.
Zhikari hesitated for a moment, then immediately followed the instructions. Gradually, he found that the raft was moving slower and slower, and he could hardly feel it moving. The surroundings were deathly silent, and the cold wind and rain hit him, making no sound.
The sound of water flow also disappeared. He felt as if the raft had sailed into an empty black hole, with no end and no vitality at all.
It seemed like a long time had passed before a cool breath quietly sprayed on the back of his neck. His whole body became cold and his hair stood on end, as if someone was breathing softly against his back. Zhikari suppressed the urge to draw out his dagger and closed his eyes tightly.
After a while, someone whispered in his ear, but he ignored it, and then his neck was strangled with something like a thread, getting tighter and tighter, as if he was about to be cut alive...
"My dear husband, you can open your eyes!" Zhikarizhen heard Amon's breath of relief. He hesitated for a moment and opened his eyes. The night was like ink, the mist and rain were miserable, the mountains and forests were shadowy, and the raft was leaning against the opposite bank in the rushing water.
Rock beach.
Zhikarizhen hurriedly turned his head and looked back. In the deep shadow of the river, an unrecognizable corpse floated quietly. The skin was pale and swollen, and the long hair spread like thick black algae, covering the entire river.
Zhikarizhen touched his neck. There was no scar, but there was a dull pain.
"My dear husband, after climbing over the mountain at the west end, you will reach the sea of grass in the middle of the wilderness." Amon stopped the raft, unloaded the pole, and smiled and handed over to Zhikarizhen, "Little old man, I'm giving you a ride.
, my old bones are all loose, I have to go back and have a rest. My dear husband, I would like to say goodbye here and take care."
Zhi Khou really got off the raft and thanked him continuously. He originally thought that Amon always had something up his sleeve, but unexpectedly the mountain monster clapped his hands and left, making him more suspicious. "Amon, father-in-law, I'm here..." He wanted to trap Amon again.
However, they were surprised to find that the small figure of the mountain monster gradually blurred with the raft and was never seen again.
The forest wind whimpered and blew by, and the hat on Zhikarizhen's head floated down, swirling and falling on the stone beach. It was clearly just a withered autumn leaf.
Zhikarizhen suddenly realized that his fate with this monster was over.
"This mountain monster has good intentions." Wang Ziqiao took a deep look at Zhihuizhen and walked out of the rocky beach.
"Sir, do you mean that Mr. Amon helped me cut my hair and cleanse my marrow eight times?" Zhi Shouzhen took the banana umbrella from Prince Qiao and followed him towards the opposite mountain.
The mountain road is steep and slippery, with overflowing water and steep rocks. Occasionally, you can hear one or two strange calls of night owls in the roaring waves of trees, which adds to the tranquility.
"You haven't understood this monster's intention yet." Wang Ziqiao said slowly, "You have already cut off your hair and cleansed your marrow eight times. If you can do it again, you will be able to open up the inner body of the human body. This orifice is also called the spiritual orifice, and the spiritual orifice is one
Open, the physical body is reborn, and you can clearly sense the power of heaven and earth. No matter how you practice martial arts, you will get twice the result with half the effort. I thought Amon would give you the ninth opportunity to cut off your hair and cleanse your marrow."
Zhikari said: "Maybe he didn't think so much."
"No, you are wrong." Wang Ziqiao shook his head slightly, "Now that I think about it, for the ninth time, he wants you to remove the hair and cleanse the marrow with your own hands. Only in this way can the spiritual orifice be opened to the maximum extent.
That’s why I said he had good intentions.”
Zhikari smiled bitterly: "I have received many favors from him for nothing, but I don't necessarily have the chance to repay him. I know that sir has some doubts about this. In fact, like him, I know nothing about Mr. Amen. However, this
It won’t affect your and my second transaction, right?”
Prince Qiao gave Zhikarizhen a determined look: "Of course not. The stronger the master is, the more secure our cooperation will be."
The two looked at each other and smiled, each thinking in their own minds. After more than an hour, they climbed over the top of the mountain, and a stone path was vaguely visible in the grass and trees, winding down. Near the foot of the mountain, Wang Ziqiao saw a ruined building dozens of feet ahead.
The mountain temple.
His hand holding the umbrella froze slightly, his steps stopped, and his pupils flashed with a startling light.
"Sir?" Zhi Kaizhen looked at Wang Ziqiao's expression, and the dagger slipped quietly out of his sleeve.
"Boom!" A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day, and the dark mountain temple was ablaze.
Zhi ShouZhen saw a man in a purple Taoist robe and a talisman sword on his waist, sitting cross-legged on the head of the mountain god statue, his eyes brighter than lightning.
Several invisible murderous rocks burst out from the surrounding trees, grass, and rocks like an earth-shattering one.
The corners of Wang Ziqiao's eyes twitched, and he waved his sleeves and stepped forward, smiling loudly and calmly: "Meeting each other in the mountains and wilderness is a happy event in life. I, Prince Qiao, have traveled so far in the wilderness, can I have the honor to talk to you all at night by candlelight?"
The lightning disappeared, and the mountain temple returned to darkness. Cold sweat broke out in Zhikarizhen's palms, and those murderous auras locked himself and Wang Ziqiao tightly, like sharp knives reaching his body, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. After a while, he heard a jerky sound.
The voice came from far away from the temple: "It turns out to be Mr. Qiao, the best friend of Master Xuanming's nephew, the first warlock prince in the Eight Wastes. We are destined to meet each other, so please come in and talk."