The river is magnificent and turbulent, as rough and bold as a herd of beasts.
As the waves rise one after another, the deafening roar echoes through the sky like muffled thunder.
The river is rushing, the waves are crashing, and the pale waves are rolled up, revealing countless small and exquisite green snails.
This kind of green snail is called sake.
Their bodies are green and flawless, and their bodies contain cold sake. When they drink, they taste as fragrant as the cold green of the snow.
At this time, there are figures on the shore, the wind is blowing, and the roars of ghosts and wolves are coming one after another.
Countless evil spirits lined up in different camps to show off their magical powers, catching and salvaging sake snails from the river.
"Woo woo woo..."
The long-haired ghosts lay on the shore, letting their hair drift in the river, letting out bursts of soft and pitiful cries. Every half a stick of incense, they would violently throw up their long hair, which was covered with restrained things.
Sake conch.
The gluttonous ghost with red skin sat on the water chestnut leaf condensed with ghost energy. He opened his big mouth and drank the river water wantonly. His seven orifices kept spitting water to relieve the pressure. There were mountains of sake snails under his feet.
The Hanged Ghost has a thick tongue and blocks the river water to carefully screen; the Mother and Son Ghost occupies the depths of the water and uses formations to quickly salvage; the Red Dust Ghost's skirt sways and turns into hundreds of silk cloths to explore the bottom of the water...
The most powerful labor force is still the drowned ghost.
They make piercing roars in groups, gather the sake snails in an orderly manner, condense the ghost energy into a fishing net from the bottom up, and quickly pick it up and pocket it.
Fan Wu Jiu and Xie Bian sat on the shore, tasting the sweet and cold sake.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, life is really wonderful. This kind of wine tastes extremely refreshing. When you take it back to the underworld, you will definitely be robbed."
Xie Bi'an narrowed his eyes and sighed with a smile as bright as a crescent moon.
Ghosts have no sense of taste and do not need to eat, but they can taste the aroma of wine.
Especially wine that contains spiritual power, the taste becomes clearer and more thorough when held in the mouth, so it becomes their only appetite.
Sake snails, an aquarium species, have no other purpose except producing wine. They are disliked because of their hard shell and sour flesh.
But in the eyes of the ghosts in the underworld, they are excellent resource beasts.
Drinks in the mortal world will inevitably feel astringent and sour when drunk. Only drinks containing weak spiritual power can be regarded as excellent wines.
These ghosts who are busy salvaging are all two impermanent private soldiers.
They have been working in this river for many days and have caught nearly hundreds of thousands of sake snails.
There are a lot of lowly little devils sitting on the shore.
With quick hands and feet, they held the sake snail in their arms and patted the snail body gently.
After touching and slapping it for hundreds of times, the sake snail suddenly trembled and spit out pure and cold sake.
After the sake is spit out, the bloody ghost will crawl away, take the sake snail away and bury it in the soil on the shore.
This will allow the sake snail to recover its strength faster and avoid being salvaged again during the process of crawling back to the river.
The Gengdu Mountains are rich in water, with two wide rivers running from east to west.
The river water polluted by swamps is called Taize, and the river water that is still clear and rich is called Nanli.
Today, Xie Bian's location is the area where the Nanli River flows most rapidly.
It is rich in natural products, the water quality is excellent, and the aquatic animals inside are as numerous as flowers.
In addition to the nearly 300,000 sake snails, there are also several species of aquarium that can brew sake.
There are flower crabs with bitter wine in their bubbles, running rampant with their big pincers, red star seahorses that brew sweet wine, swarms of swishing tails, and coo corals that derive spicy wine, shaped like quails roaring to the sky.
……
Manjusri spent a lot of money and directly handed over the Nanli River to the two Wuchangs to take care of it. The resources obtained were divided into 50% and 50%, which was extremely comfortable.
Fan Wujiu was reluctant at first, but as the first batch of drinks came into his account and he was taken back to the underworld by Xie Bian in exchange for a large amount of resources, Manjusri had become a good brother in his heart.
Fan Wujiu secretly plucked his fingers and calculated the accounts.
The resources harvested every year in Nanlijiang are more than ten times higher than the salary I earned from working hard for the underworld!
"Alas!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and muttered melancholy.
"Mother Pingxin, don't blame me for being ruthless. Manjusri really gave you a little too much."
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Swamp.
This place is no longer quiet and quiet, but has become noisy.
The brilliance of the magic is extremely dazzling, the chants of Taoism resound through the sky, and all kinds of magic weapons are shining brightly into the sky with a majestic momentum.
Many creatures who practice the poison path walk on the surface of the swamp to extract toxins.
They set up camp here to absorb the poisonous spirit remaining in the mud.
As the corpses were burned to ashes by Manjusri, the toxins in the swamp lost their source, and the pollution of the surrounding soil came to an abrupt end.
Now, this place has been turned into an ordinary swamp, and the aura left by the corpses is actually a good nourishing product for the creatures who practice the poisonous path.
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On the edge of the swamp, hundreds of fairies are busy planting pink roadblocks.
The roadblock grass is shaped like a velvet flower and is full of fragrance. When it encounters a living animal, it will expand into a boulder to block the road, hence its name.
They are the nemesis of mud tracks.
The roadblocking grass will continue to emit aura, and its roots will become a defense line in the soil, preventing the swamp from continuing to spread to the surroundings, and providing basic protection for the nearby soil.
When the toxins were completely eliminated, Manjusri dropped two thousand fat insects into the swamp.
The fat bug has a large and round body, moves slowly, and has no eyes. It feeds on plants such as antlers and stinky mud grass.
They are earth spirit beasts that will condense all kinds of ores on the surface of their skin, and they are all precious species with strong spiritual power.
The ore will gradually grow over time, placing a huge burden on the fat insects, causing their skin to be unbearably painful and itchy. Only by rolling around like crazy to rub it off can they get some relief.
Because of this, the choice of living environment is particularly important for fat insects.
The rocky terrain is too hard, and the ore will be crushed and the skin and flesh will be broken, causing blood to drip and become painful. The land and jungle are too soft and smooth, which is like scratching an itch.
Only the unique viscosity of the swamp can help them easily break free from the shackles of the ore, and can also suffocate those nasty bugs to death when rolling.
The fat insects squirmed slowly, rolling in the swamp, and chirping with joy and comfort.
The colorful minerals on their bodies look like magnificent coral jungles.
With the pulling of the swamp silt, the ore fell off easily and was randomly discarded by the fat insects.
Manjusri activated the Chicken Technique, and with a loud cry, the sunken ores were dug up, pecked by the chickens and piled up in front of them.
There are all kinds of minerals bred by fat insects.
The red one is North Sea gelatin, which has the miraculous effect of growing muscles and white bones; the blue one is the cold stone of ten thousand years, a treasure of the ice road bred from the top of the Snow Mountain; the green one is the human heart of wood, which can give rich vitality to vegetation.
There are also purple thunder eyes, white boundless heart, and black soul-fixing courage...
There are more than thirty kinds of them.
These silly fat insects are originally unique creatures from Luzhou in Beiju, and they have struggled all their lives in the smoky land.
Such strange beasts were not in Manjusri's plan. He originally planned to use the true fire of the sun to gradually burn the swamp into flame glass, and then gradually transplant the fire resources.
However, the day before yesterday, Fan Wujiu sent these fat insects over, saying that they were gifts from the Five Ghosts to congratulate Manjusri for winning the dojo.
The Impermanence faction has tasted the sweetness of Manjusri, and the fact of sudden wealth cannot be concealed, which naturally attracts the covetousness of other ghost factions.
The gift from Wuguisi was just right, and a lot of thought went into it.
Manjusri murmured as he looked at the swamp that was gradually moving towards peace.
"The benefits come together and the benefits go away. The prosperous age in front of us must be based on strong strength. It seems that I will break through to the spirit fairy as soon as possible."
Today, the Gengdu Mountain Range is being restored in an orderly manner.
The Western creatures united as one, and under the leadership of the two golden immortals Puxian and Cihang, they killed ferocious beasts, filled ditches, and sorted out mountains, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.
Green lions and white elephants are equally busy. They are responsible for dealing with creatures from all over the world, exchanging resources with each other and building long-term cooperative friendships.
The merits and rewards of heaven are like dense rain that never stops day and night, making Western disciples of other sects salivate with excitement.
The aura of the entire dojo began to gradually recover half a month ago.
Such a huge change has greatly reduced the burden on the shoulders of the two saints.
The ghosts of the Impermanence faction are not idle. While catching sake snails, they also help Manjusri purify the waters and raise various easy-to-live aquatic animals.
In addition, the two Venerables Jin Chanzi and Ji Guang have successively sent many heavenly materials and treasures to help him.
These two are both allies of Manjusri.
The former gave him more support when he was conferring gods to measure calamities, and his fortune-finding spells brought great benefits to Manjusri.
The latter is the leader of the Wanxiang relics. After hearing the news about King Suddhodana’s ruins, he wanted to get close to him.
"Now, I have solved the two major dilemmas of the real fire and the swamp. The remaining problems are the heart-eating Zhulan and the dragon-tooth mire crocodile, as well as the well in the secret realm of heaven and earth."
Thinking of this, Manjusri became full of energy and his figure suddenly disappeared over the swamp.
Dawn.
The sun is warm and bright, shining on the creeping ferocious vines.
Manjusri put his hands behind his back, with a solemn face. Looking at the green wave in front of him, he suddenly felt at a loss.
He was too naive and underestimated the terrifying power of Heart-Eating Zhulan.
The endless green vines are as powerful as mountains. They are covered with sharp barbs that can easily tear apart prey.
Countless delicate bloodthirsty flower bags bloom in the waves of vines, crowded and blooming, exuding bursts of rich fragrance.
They are all the sub-roots of Heart-Eating Zhulan, connected vertically and horizontally to form the outermost line of defense.
The sea of swaying flowers exudes an extremely depressing atmosphere, especially the white bones below, which make the place even more bloody and terrifying.
Manjusri half-crouched on the ground, pressing his left palm to the ground, and his spiritual power surged out like a river.
Gather the earth and become a spirit!
In an instant, countless clods of soil jumped out of the ground, turning into lifelike beasts and roaring in the sky.
They gathered together, surrounding Manjusri, staring at the sea of vines and waiting.
Manjusri never raised his head, and used all his strength to penetrate the spiritual power into the soil, rapidly expanding the size of the herd, and did not stop until the number reached one hundred thousand.
"Kill!"
He gave the order in a hoarse voice, and the beasts immediately rushed out and fought with the vines without fear of life or death.
The vines are powerful and ferocious. Every time they are pulled out, they can cause the earth beast to break into pieces and turn into mud residue, which is scattered on the ground randomly.
One hundred thousand beasts didn't create any waves, but they persisted for only half a stick of incense before they collapsed and advanced eighty meters inside.
Bodhi appeared quietly, came behind Manjusri, and said softly.
"Manjusri, your strength is far different from that of the Heart-Eating Zhulan. Trying to use this earth-gathering power to become a spirit to break through the sea of flowers is nothing more than an idiot's dream. How about borrowing a treasure banner from the Holy Saint to suppress it and surrender?"
?"
"No need."
Manjusri's expression was dull, and he stretched out his hand to press the ground again, and the second batch of one hundred thousand beasts condensed out.
They roared and roared, launched an attack brazenly, and rushed into the sea of vines without hesitation.
Bodhi shook his head helplessly, but did not hide his figure, but stood still and continued to watch.
As the good corpse of a saint, his abilities are all-powerful.
Moving mountains and seas, and moving stars, for Bodhi is just something he can pick up and use at will.
But in the process of restoring the Cengdu Mountains, he never played any part in it.
Manjusri seemed to have never thought of this good corpse. Whether it was calming the real fire, combing the swamp, or planning the dojo, no matter how difficult the process was, he never asked him for help.
Just like this heart-eating chrysanthemum, whether it is suppressed or surrendered, it is nothing more than a trivial matter to Bodhi.
But Manjusri still stubbornly chose to act independently.
You have to do everything yourself but don't use resources.
Stupid.
"Haha, Manjusri is stubborn and needs to be polished."
Bodhi lightly twirled his long beard and continued to pay attention to the changes on the battlefield.
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The second charge of the beast herd produced even worse results.
The deeper they go, the more violent the attacks become. Their bodies are made of soil and cannot resist the slapping of the vines.
The huge herd of beasts rushed in and formed like snowballs thrown into the water, which were melted by 30% in an instant.
At the same time, the vines seemed to be inspired by the beasts to become ferocious. Every time they were whipped, they were accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and the pink flower bags suddenly burst into glory, emitting sharp and sharp knife light.
Bodhi shook his head and gathered spiritual power in his palms, preparing to protect Manjusri Zhouquan at the critical moment.
At this moment, Manjusri took action boldly.
Flower art!
The smell of the mountains hits your face after the rain.
Fresh and plump green grass grew rapidly from the body of the earth beast. In the blink of an eye, it was dressed in an elegant coat, covered with delicate flowers.
The herd of beasts suddenly became colorful, as if countless bouquets were falling, and their defense power suddenly increased several times, no longer as easily broken as before.
The vines whipped with such force that 80% of the coat condensed by the grass was removed. Before those sharp swords touched the earth beast, flowers floated out from the body, swallowing it up and closing it.
As a result, the strength of the herd increased dramatically, and they actually advanced two hundred meters forward!
"Awesome, he knows how to cooperate, he is indeed a talented person."
Bodhi sincerely expressed his appreciation. He had never seen such a situation where a small amount of money was used to make a big difference.
At this time, Manjusri looked dimly and took action again.
Midas touch!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded loudly like thunder in the clear sky, and thin golden smoke floated among the beasts.
The teeth, claws, and horns they use to attack are instantly transformed into bright gold.
The sea of vines gathered was restrained by the golden way, and all the brilliance was broken as it swayed, falling to the ground and twitching continuously.
The beasts were extremely ferocious. They gathered together and formed a sharp blade that penetrated the hinterland, advancing five hundred meters in an instant.
The sword light came like a storm, rushing towards the beasts and raging wildly. Wherever it went, the soil flew up and the rocks shattered.
Manjusri's thoughts moved slightly, and the beasts dispersed like fireworks, just in time to avoid this attack.
However, Bodhi, who was standing next to him, suddenly frowned and secretly thought something was wrong!