The shoes on my feet were worn out, but fortunately my feet had thick calluses and I couldn't feel any pain.
The Dugu Mountains are the last mountain range on the way to the Central Plains. After passing through the continuous mountains and jungles, you reach the river.
Where the great river is is the Central Plains.
He wiped the sweat from his head, which was scratched with red marks by branches and unknown vines.
Soaked in sweat, it was extremely painful.
He originally took the main road, but news came from the front that Quanshui City was occupied by a monster and the roads were blocked.
Many merchants had to stop in Beiyue City, waiting for the demon-catching masters from all over the world to gather and drive away the monsters occupying the spring water.
However, many people have no hope.
I heard that many city lords were trapped on the fairy island and could not come back for a while, so the monsters took the opportunity to enter.
Ordinary demon catching masters are no match for this monster.
Amid the various opinions, the young monk couldn't wait any longer, so he took a shortcut with a bamboo basket on his back, preparing to cross the Dugu Mountains and head to the Central Plains.
After traveling like this for more than ten days, he had reached the remote mountains and old forests that were rarely visited by people.
It had just rained the day before yesterday. Walking on the mountain road in the woods, it was hot and humid, and beads of sweat kept flowing down like rain.
Suddenly, there was movement in the woods ahead. The young monk stopped in a hurry, held his breath and looked ahead.
Slowly, a monster walked out of the woods.
He has a long head and a thin body. He carries a stick on his shoulder, a wine gourd, and hums an obscene ditty.
Along the way, the little monk met countless monsters, but most of them were traveling with them, either surviving or escaping. Of course, more often than not, the little monk took out the monster card and talked about the life of the son of King Donghuang.
After he became his brother, the monster respectfully let him go.
Therefore, when faced with this monster, the young monk was not very panicked. He was just trembling because his legs were tired from walking.
He stayed here without moving, while the little monster hummed a tune and twisted from time to time. He was immersed in his own world and did not see the little monk.
This is good, the little monk thought.
However, the monster twisted sideways and hit behind the tree where the young monk was.
The singing stopped suddenly, and when their eyes met, they looked at each other.
The young monk also wanted to sing a Buddhist name and say that family members are compassionate, but unexpectedly...
"Ah!!" the bamboo stick monster yelled, the voice was very penetrating, the cicadas stopped chirping, and the little monk's scalp was numb from the shock.
He was already prepared to face it, but he didn't expect to be caught off guard like this.
"Stop shouting!" The little monk shouted: "You are a monster!"
If he was to be shocked, it should be him.
The bamboo pole monster finally stopped and shouted: "Man!!"
"Uh", the little monk opened his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.
The young monk traveled through the Eastern Wasteland, gained a lot of experience, and grew up a lot, but he had never seen anyone greeting him like this.
"It's a man! Haha," the bamboo stick monster said, leaning down and going to get something.
The little monk was startled, took a step back and said angrily: "You, what are you doing, I, I am a monk!"
Zhugan ignored him and said to himself: "Okay, okay, I have made a great contribution this time."
The young monk suddenly felt a little scared. He recognized the monster that eats human flesh, but such a monster... was so unpredictable.
He turned around and wanted to run away, but he was the monster's opponent. The monster with a bamboo pole grabbed him and said, "Man, don't run away. There are great things waiting for you ahead."
"What?" The little monk wanted to speak, but "bang", a wooden stick hit him on the back of the head, and he saw stars.
"Aren't you dizzy?" The monster with a bamboo pole wanted to hit him with a stick, but the young monk shouted: "Stop, stop!"
"I, let me tell you, I am the son of King Donghuang's friend for the rest of his life. You offended me..."
"What kind of fish is it from? My ancestor was also a fish." The bamboo stick monster raised his stick again.
Shopkeeper Yu once said that when away from home, those who know the current affairs are the heroes, "Stop knocking, I will go with you!"
The bamboo stick monster then put down the stick and said, "I told you earlier, let's go, follow me..."
He took the little monk and walked up the mountain.
"Why are you arresting me?" They were walking in the mountains and forests, and the monster pushed the little monk from time to time.
"Good thing", the bamboo stick monster smiled evilly.
The little monk accepted his fate and moved the bamboo basket to his chest to prevent the grass stems planted in the flowerpots inside from being harmed.
"Have you really never heard of King Donghuang?" the young monk asked as he walked in front.
"Bang", the bamboo stick monster gave the little monk another stick, "Who are you looking down on? Who said I haven't heard of King Donghuang?"
"Then you are making things difficult for me. Aren't you afraid that King Donghuang will settle a score with you? I am her son's friend." The young monk added.
"Hey", the bamboo pole monster said disdainfully, "I am still the grandson of the King of the East Wilderness."
The young monk looked back at him, "Then you have to call me uncle..."
"Bang", the bamboo stick monster gave him another head blow, "You still treat me as my uncle, your uncle... Hey, your head is quite hard."
"You who have been blessed, please don't blaspheme the Buddha." The young monk quickly pushed the stick away.
"Really? Help me open the light another day." The bamboo stick monster was very interested.
"You also want to become a monk?"
"I mean the butt," the monster touched the bamboo pole. It had been beaten all day long and was in urgent need of consecration.
The young monk glared at him angrily, but in exchange he received another blow from the stick. "You wait," the young monk secretly made up his mind.
After climbing over a mountain, under the guidance of the monster, he crossed a small river and then passed through a forest. The monster asked him to stop.
"Did you see that?" He pointed outside the woods and down the hillside. "There is a village there. Go into the village. Tell them the truth about why you are here, but don't mention that I brought you here."
"Why?" The young monk was puzzled.
"Don't worry about why, and don't run away. Let me tell you, the whole mountain is full of our monsters." The monster warned the young monk, got into the woods, and disappeared.
"It's inexplicable." The young monk breathed a sigh of relief, at least his life was not in danger for the time being.
Otherwise, he would not know what to do if he was defenseless and encountered a monster that was not afraid of King Donghuang.
The little monk followed the path pointed by the monster, stumbled and came out of the woods, and saw a village on the plains of the valley below.
Outside the village, the farmland is criss-crossed and stretches all the way to the hillside, becoming terraced fields.
The young monk went down the hillside, but was surprised to find that these terraces were already deserted.
After descending the hillside, a large cemetery rushed towards him. There were simple graves in the cemetery, with wooden boards inserted on the graves. The writing on the wooden boards was not ink, but black and slightly red.
The young monk took a closer look and saw that it was written on the tomb of such-and-such, and on such-and-such a day in a certain year, his wife was so-and-so.
Unconsciously at first, after walking through four or five graves, the young monk felt his hair stand on end and shuddered.
These tombstones were actually erected on the same day!
"This..." The little monk who had just left felt the cold and broke out in a cold sweat.
He walked forward slowly, and the wooden monuments stood between the sky and the earth, like sharp swords, pointing straight into the sky, silently questioning.
Some of these tombstones are made of door panels, some are made of bed boards, some are made of flat surfaces cut from firewood, and almost all are made of various boards.
The words above were written in blood.
I don't know when a cloud came from the sky and covered the sky in the valley.
Three steps to a grave, the young monk walked hundreds of steps, there was a wife raising for her husband, a mother raising for her son, but there was no male raising for a girl.
He turned around and looked at the way he came, looking at the tombstones, turning into men, like guards.