The strange phenomena in the sky disappeared without knowing when. The hail, lightning, heavy rain, and flint had all stopped long ago, leaving only the drizzle.
If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Zhang Xing would have thought it was a violent earthquake that triggered landslides and strong convective weather.
but now……
"I really didn't expect that I would be alive to see Fenshanjun and Haibijun in this life." The person who broke the silence in the temple was the bearded Dumeng.
"The tiger-splitting dragon is the tiger-faced dragon just now?" Zhang Xing swallowed, a slight burning sensation in his throat. "The one who fought with it on the clouds... is the sea-bending king?"
"
"How can you admit your mistake?" Du Meng replied with some frustration. "One is right in front of you, exactly like what was told in the story. Although I didn't see the other just now, during the battle at Luolongtan, the tide suddenly rose, causing Dong
The Yi people took a boat to go around the back, and it is said that Jun Haijun secretly helped... Zhang boy, you said that this kind of fight between gods has not happened for hundreds of years, so why did we catch up?"
Zhang Xing didn't say a word, what the hell did he know?
On the other side, Du Meng was about to say something more, but stopped in surprise: "You don't recognize Fenshanjun? In the army before, you told us about Fenshanjun, Bihaijun's appearance, and the allusions to Dongyi and the imperial court.
, isn’t that what you said?!”
Zhang Xing was suddenly startled... In this barren mountain, if he said that he had snatched away his comrade, plus the background of this fairy and martial arts and defeated soldiers, as well as the opponent's physique, I am an old cold-legged person, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the case
He was about to be regarded as a lonely ghost, and then cut open with a knife... So he quickly shook his head and said:
"After I was woken up by you, my mind was so confused that I couldn't believe it. What's more, the way I looked just now scared me out of my mind..."
"That's true." Du Meng, who was sitting on the ground, nodded. "Besides, you have always been a slippery boy. It's normal for you to talk about one thing and do another... We escaped all the way, and I didn't even know you were hiding such a thing.
baby."
Zhang Xing did not dare to say anything, but after being complained for a while, Zhang Xing did not say anything. They just slumped in the temple to rest. It was not until it was getting late that they could no longer delay, and the two of them tried to get up.
Unexpectedly, this time Zhang Xing managed to stand up.
"I've told you, doctor, what do you want? You just lost your strength when you were fighting for pancakes with those Southern Xinjiang slickers at the mountain col. As a result, your body couldn't tolerate your shit-like ice energy, and that's why you collapsed.
"...You should slowly adapt to your movements, don't use your strength randomly, and wait for me to find something useful." Even though his beard was covered with blood, his strength was still the same. As he said this, he was already searching around the temple.
On the other side, Zhang Xing stood up and saw at a glance what Du Meng was doing - he was picking up rags. They should be things that other defeated soldiers in the temple had not had time to take away before they fled.
Even though the time traveler had made up his mind to speak less, he couldn't help but ask sadly: "Those who ran out...are they all gone?"
"How can I still live?"
Du Meng turned around, as if he wanted to lose his temper again, but for some reason this time, he didn't sound too bad, just a little depressed, and a little nagging:
"What's more, where are the seventeen or eight people who died right in front of me? With this movement, the entire mountain collapsed. The road at the foot of the mountain happened to be the road we took when we marched. If not ten thousand or eight thousand people escaped, didn't they all go here?
I'm afraid everyone will die after this happens! I don't know if it's intentional? But you have to know that if Fenshanjun hadn't come out like this, Dongyi's pursuers would definitely follow Bihaijun. When the time comes,
Not only will the fleeing people be at risk of death, Dengzhou will also suffer a military disaster, and even more people will die by then..."
Afterwards, the words stopped for some reason, which made Zhang Xing, who was trying hard to listen and extract useful and useless information, couldn't help but shake his head, and then struggled to help the other party to search.
There were seventeen or eight people who were defeated in the temple before. They fled in a hurry and left some things behind. The two of them collected them properly, and each of them took out a few cakes from their arms. Putting them together, there were two or three cakes.
Ten dry biscuits, four or five short and long weapons, four usable helmets...and two half-mast flags can probably make up two packages.
The most regrettable thing is that half of the batter in the earthen jar was spilled directly on the ground and could not be collected even if he wanted to. As for the few copper plates and silver ingots, it seemed ridiculous to leave them there at this time.
"Fortunately, it's enough for both of us to survive." Du Meng looked at the things on the ground, feeling a little excited, then looked around and gave instructions. "You can't eat dry pancakes, you still have to boil some water... You pace, go there
When I saw some rainwater coming from the leaking area, I used a knife to plan some wood carvings and beams to start a fire."
Of course, there was no problem with this order. Zhang Xing immediately followed his words, but soon, as he started to pick up his helmet to collect water, a question came from behind him with a beard:
"Zhang boy, whose temple do you think this is?"
Zhang Xing turned around in surprise, and then immediately became nervous... How could he forget this?!
If you think about it, you will know that it was a ruined temple that was about to collapse no matter how it looked. It was supposed to be the most dangerous place, but it managed to survive the earthquake. It cannot be said that it was not a miracle.
And considering that even a tiger of that level has to give face, or simply be deceived, it is especially terrifying... After experiencing the drama during the day, no one would be stupid enough to think that this was a coincidence.
Of course, Zhang Xing has one more thought than Du Meng, that is, he has traveled through time in this temple, so the mystery and vitality here may be even more important to him.
As soon as he thought about this, Zhang Xing put down the helmet that was holding the water, and walked carefully over in the last glimmer of light. Soon, he felt relieved, and even became enlightened - because he was wearing the clothes of the statue that was missing half of its head.
I found the scattered Bagua horizontal stripes, and found the vague but definitely familiar Yin-Yang fish pattern in the dust at the feet of the statue.
This makes sense.
"This is not a temple. This should be the Taoist temple of Taishang Laojun. At least it belongs to several relatives and disciples of Taishang Laojun... It's just that it's too old and I didn't notice it for a while." Zhang Xing actually had some complaints in his tone.
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Du Meng, on the other hand, first felt a little comfortable following his companion's unabashed relief, but soon became confused again: "Who is the Supreme Lord?"
Zhang Xing was stunned: "You don't even know about Taishang Laojun?"
Du Meng glanced at the compass in the opponent's waist. He was a little confused, but he still stamped his feet: "You can't even recognize Fenshanjun right in front of you, so what if I don't know Taishang Laojun? Lord Long in this world
, You must have dozens of people, right? However, this time we did survive with the kindness of Mr. Jun. No matter what, we can’t hack their desks, so I’m going to dig up the collapsed beams.”
Hearing these words, Zhang Xing fell into a trance, and even had a chill down his spine - not to mention the difference between planing a house beam and splitting a table, he was almost sure that this guy was definitely not pretending.
Brother Du Meng really doesn’t know who Taishang Laojun is!
This is simply terrifying!
Of course, there seems to be no need to be too frightened, because now he doesn’t know what the Three Glory and Four Imperials and the ‘dozens of Dragon Lords and Lords’ are?
Planing the beams, rekindling the fire, boiling water, cleaning up, making pancakes... The next thing is step by step, and there is no more unnecessary nonsense whether it is Zhang Xing or the beard.
After eating and drinking, the two of them lay in a ruined view almost beside a cliff, but they were still speechless.
Zhang Xing didn't know what the bearded man was thinking, but this day's experience was really like a dream to him... If the myth-like experience during the day still gave him a sense of illusion, then lying here at night
, listening to the beeping sound of the fire, the patter of drizzle outside the window, personally, for a long time, quietly feeling the aches and pains in this body, breathing the air here, and just out of curiosity.
The cold air that could be detected quickly by some kind of instinct... Zhang Xing could no longer cover himself up with any illusions.
I just traveled to an inexplicable and unknown world.
The only thing that can be determined now is that the productivity and production relations of this world seem to be relatively backward. It is likely that it is still a traditional oriental feudal political form, and it also has a strong oriental mythology.
Of course, all this is just speculation. No one knows what is going on. At least Zhang Xing doesn't know, and he doesn't really want to know at this time, because he wants to go home more, miss his own cat, and his own life.
Warm quilt, want to compile my own Huhu big v account.
But when I think about it, the coldness in front of me forces me to suppress all unnecessary thoughts, because the reality is that he is obviously in a state of taking one step at a time and living one day at a time. He can only wait to get out of the mountains alive and enter a civilized society.
, to make long-term plans.
Slowly, the feeling of exhaustion finally surged up uncontrollably. The traveler sat on the ground, wore a ruined temple as clothes, curled up and closed his eyes to sleep. While sleeping, it seemed that someone was crying in his dream, and it seemed as if he could vaguely hear someone else crying in reality.
Crying may be because you are crying unconsciously, or it may even be just an illusion caused by the sound of rain.
When he woke up early the next morning, the fire was extinguished. Zhang Xing clearly felt that his body had recovered a lot. At the very least, he was able to walk on his own while holding a long knife.
So the two of them didn't waste any time. They soaked the cakes in the leftover water from last night. Then they each carried their packages and got out of the hole behind the temple. Then the bearded man held a knife in front of him to clear the way. Zhang Xing held his golden finger,
Or maybe the golden compass is looking at the direction from behind... At this point, not to mention that Du Meng already knew about this thing and its effects, even if he wanted to hide it, he shouldn't do it at this time when the two of them need to trust each other with their lives.
What is covered up.
However, just as they walked a hundred steps away in the drizzle, there was a loud bang behind them. They turned around in shock, only to find that the ruined view that had been so stable day and night was collapsing, and the main body of the building was rolled up into a ball.
, as the two watched, they rolled directly under the cliff "artificially" created by the tiger on the other side.
The traveler stood there in the rain, silent and speechless, his mood too complicated to describe.
Du Meng, on the other hand, did not hesitate to bow down in the mud and bowed. After standing up, he even sighed to Zhang Xing: "When you get back, Mr. Zhang, please tell me about the regulations of Taishang Laojun's statues. How can I give them to him?"
The old man built a small family temple to repay this kindness..."
Zhang Xing could only nod.
"They are all gods, demons, kings and saints with such powerful interests. How come they are so different?" Du Meng said, turning around and going on the road. "Go down the mountain first and find a way."
Zhang Xing could only keep up with his sword silently... What he didn't notice was that with the collapse of the Taoist temple, the pointer of the compass in his hand went out of control for a while. It only stabilized after Du Meng reiterated where he was going.
ps: Let me say a few more words... First of all, thank you for your love. I ranked first on the reward list, with 80 rewards, and 16 leaders popped up, all of them familiar faces... After so long, everyone can still remember it.
I should be grateful no matter what.
Then let’s talk about the update... I don’t have a few chapters in the manuscript (I’ll tell you the reason in a while), so for the new book period, I try to keep a minimum of 4,000 words a day to ensure that everyone’s investment is not spent. If a single chapter is less than 4,000 words or everyone is very enthusiastic,
, just throw out the saved manuscripts and gather them together.
Next is Qidian’s end-of-year library event, which I also participated in, and there are cards for everyone to try.
