Chapter 51 Ermu Mountain has a long tongue covered in dust
Manjusri stroked his long tongue thoughtfully, becoming even more curious about this great demon of Luxi.
He is Yingyu's right-hand man, and he is the one who fights against Huangni Patriarch. So, where was this general when he attacked Penglai?
As the saying goes, if you let a horse run, you must feed it.
During the Battle of Penglai, the Demon Court used countless inspiring treasures of heaven and earth to reward soldiers and generals. Even the little demons waving flags and shouting in the rear received many rewards.
How could Yingyu not let Lu Xi participate in this kind of advantageous thing?
The family is big and the business is big, but you don’t care about the rewards?
When Manjusri thought of this, he immediately shook his head and rejected it.
Lu Xi is a general, and the reward he gets is definitely not three melons and two dates. Yingyu is in charge of the Treasure Pavilion, and it is understandable to make some soup, but he must not be as generous as the Demon Emperor.
How can you be so courageous?
The sun is shining brightly, reflecting on the long tongue.
The lush emeralds are like strange whirlpools, attracting Manjusri to keep moving forward to explore the secrets hidden in the long river of history.
Jiang Han had an apologetic smile on his face and stood respectfully beside him.
Years of forbearance have taught him to listen to words and emotions and know when to remain silent.
To him, these ancient secrets are not important at all.
In the vicissitudes of life, there are tens of thousands of stories that have been submerged by time. When they are occasionally unearthed, they are just a flash in the pan, attracting people's attention.
Thousands of mysteries are just floating clouds, the way to go is to stay close to this big tree.
Thinking of this, Jiang Han couldn't help but feel eager to try.
Suddenly, his peripheral vision fell on the long tongue illuminated by the sun, and he found that the lines on the surface were slightly different.
These lines are like ocean waves, rising and falling one after another, competing for the first place. They are not like water ripples pushing away like Yin Dao ore.
"Why are you so confused, but what's the problem?"
Looking at Jiang Han's thoughtful look, Manjusri asked.
"Your Majesty, I always feel that the lines on this long tongue are different. They are not pure traces of music. It seems that the truth is covered up by some powerful means, like a thick silt forming a swamp, and people are covered by the surface.
I was confused by the filth and turned back, but I forgot the treasure deep in the mud."
"Sir, the West has a long tongue. I am lucky enough to have received a few rewards. I can naturally find the difference in the smallest details. I really took it lightly just now. Please atone for my sins."
Jiang Han said with a particularly sincere expression, but his heart was full of excitement and joy.
For him, the more problems he discovers, the more he can prove his worth.
Manjusri was a little confused and picked up the gem again. He looked at it carefully and found that the lines were indeed different.
Its owner was very cautious and did not seal all the records. Instead, he picked out some of the records and used them as sweeteners as bait. If Jiang Han hadn't reminded him, Manjusri wouldn't have been able to figure out what the problem was.
"It seems that I was indeed negligent. Jiang Han, can you find a way to crack the hidden part?"
"Don't worry, sir, this is not a problem." Jiang Han said confidently, and patted his chest.
He knew that the opportunity to perform had come, and he did not dare to neglect it at all. After taking the long tongue, he immediately went all out to break the seal.
A cool breath filled the Ermu Mountain. At this time, the scattered trees planted around were swaying with lush crowns. The boundless green covered the sky and the sun, turning into huge eggshells to wrap the two of them in the middle.
Jiang Han carefully held the long-tongue gem in his palm, and forty-two bright stars appeared behind him. The brilliance kept pouring out, like thousands of silver silk ribbons, tightly binding it in his palm.
The golden rice fields of Ermu Mountain seem to be summoned by some kind of call, bursting with the joy of harvest. The golden oceans rise and fall, scattered in the mountains and shining brightly. They form a large array at the feet of Jiang Han, tempering his spiritual power and nurturing it into his body.
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Ouch~
Jiang Han made a slight cry and suddenly transformed into a palm-sized money turtle. He opened his mouth and bit the long-tongued gem in his mouth.
The money turtle is delicate and cute, moving its limbs and shaking its head, while bursts of colorful light rotate around its trunk.
The rays of light are beautiful and illusory in three colors. The golden light attracts wealth, the red light drives away evil spirits and avoids disasters, and the white light prolongs life. It is like a green mountain that firmly fixes your luck.
Manjusri nodded, "No wonder turtles have such a long lifespan. With the luck of this race, they will be able to go smoothly. If it weren't for the lich's calamity, I'm afraid this Jianghan would be a powerful person now."
Jiang Han's cheeks were bulging. Under the glow of the stars, he lay in front of Manjusri and chewed slowly.
The long tongue is like a rare delicacy, chewing it between the lips and teeth, eating it with gusto.
This is Zhi Dao's famous magical power - Huan Mu, which is specifically aimed at those sealed treasures. If it is combined with the Snake Swallowing Elephant of Blood Dao, it can even destroy the mountain-protecting formation.
Manjusri sat next to him and waited patiently. His wisdom practice was not high, but his experience was still there, so he could naturally tell that Jiang Han was doing his best.
"It's a pity that Jiang Han was born at the wrong time. He has been exploited and exploited by the West for tens of thousands of years. He still yearns for him and is full of expectations. It would be a good idea to take him under his command. However, the master behind him is the Sunlight Bodhisattva after all. This is a bit difficult.
Done."
"The medicine master is compassionate and kind, but the many Bodhisattva monks under his sect are aloof and arrogant. The value of Jianghan is not enough for me to make enemies with Sunlight. I'd better wait for a while, but a little care and more kind words are in order." p>
After a long time, the money turtle's stomach suddenly growled, and then he began to retching, opening his mouth and spitting out a ball of dirty mud.
The mud ball floated gently in the air, exuding a pungent stench. The material on the surface slowly flowed like silt, and fell to the ground, forming a large, smelly mud pit.
The Money Turtle once again transformed into a flattering Jiang Han, holding his back slightly exhausted, and gave a deep salute to Manjusri with a grin on his face.
"Your Excellency is really perceptive and can actually see the seal's calculation on the long tongue.
Sure enough, this gem was cast secretly with the magical pearl of the curse, sealing part of the information recorded later. Now, the old man has broken the restriction with blood essence, and you only need to activate your spiritual power to make it shine again." Manjusri was overjoyed and used his spiritual power to wash away the silt on the outside of the gemstone, and as expected, water ripple-like patterns inside were revealed.
The familiar noisy voice did not come out again, but was replaced by the man's cold and gentle voice.
He was panting and wheezing when he spoke, and his voice was slightly trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress the wound.
"I am Lu Xi, the vanguard of Yingyu Great Sage, and I was ordered to go to Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain to investigate Zhen Yuanzi and the death of Zhen Yuanzi's friend Hongyun. Ahem~"
At this point, he suddenly began to cough violently, humming like a bellows for a long time before he calmed down again.