He knew clearly that he would have a narrow escape after going to the Holy Mountain, but Shen Lang had no fear. Instead, he laughed at Leng Yanji's angry look, as if he had won a battle without gunpowder.
Perhaps it was because Taoist Cang Jie endured too much humiliation in his heart, and because Shen Lang's laughter was too proud, Taoist Cang Jie couldn't help shouting: "Why are you laughing! Your fate is not as good as mine!"
"Hahahaha!" Shen Lang smiled even more freely, looking at him below him and said: "Although I am a prisoner, you are like a beast pulling a prison cart. What's more, now that I am on top and you are on the bottom, it is you.
You carry me forward and you say I'm not as good as you?"
Upon hearing the word "beast", Taoist Cang Jie's face twitched visibly, as if his remaining dignity had been stung.
But Shen Lang, who was tied up and could hardly move, was merciless, shouting slogans such as "haha, haha..." as if he was treating Taoist Cang Jie under him as a horse.
Or a donkey.
Cang Jie was so angry that he wanted to throw this guy out directly, but he didn't dare to do so. He could only endure his anger and said: "Humph! I want to see if you can still laugh after reaching the Holy Mountain.
come out!"
The three of them left the quiet courtyard and walked into the bustling street. Perhaps it was because Leng Yanji, a little girl, wanted to deliberately humiliate Shen Lang, so after leaving the house, she did not speed up and rushed directly to the Holy Mountain. Instead, she walked slowly
Leading the way from the front, and deliberately passing by Caishikou.
The remnants of the demonic path at the foot of Buzhou Mountain seemed to have known for a long time that an important person from the righteous path would pass by here in the past two days, and they actually wanted to 'greet' him regardless of waiting here late at night.
Therefore, when Taoist Cang Jie carried Shen Lang to the entrance of the vegetable market, he was pelted with carrots, vegetables and other things. They had long hated the so-called emperor in the righteous way, and they did not hide it at all.
The feeling of hatred at this moment! He kept humiliating the people in the cage in this way.
But Shen Lang didn't feel too much. Instead, he smiled and thought to himself: Young Master, I am really worthy of my life! I wandered around the world, worked as a beggar, a disciple of the Lingyun Sect, and a disciple of the Qingyun Sect.
My junior uncle, he even served as an emperor, a faint king, broke into the Taiyuan Academy for beauty, and now he even became a prisoner once. His life was full of ups and downs. Even if he died, there would be no regrets.
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Shen Lang was open-minded and ignored the carrots and vegetables that came one after another. He even caught a carrot on the road and chewed it directly. He was even in the mood to comment and evaluate the vegetables in the Holy Land of Demonic Path, which ones are different from the vegetables in the outside world.
Fresher?
However, Taoist Cang Jie felt that he was unlucky and very depressed. Because he was carrying Shen Lang on his back, many of the vegetables thrown by the angry demonic remnants directly hit him.
After all, he is a powerful monk, and in the world of cultivation, strength is respected, and ordinary people are treated like ants. However, today he was not only humiliated by the saint, but now he actually tasted the feeling of being humiliated by ordinary people.
It's really sad.
Leng Yanji walked in the front, deliberately staying far away from the two guys, so she was naturally not affected. As she walked, she would look back at the two guys with a smirk from time to time.
Of course she did it on purpose. She wanted Shen Lang to be humiliated on purpose, and she also wanted Taoist Cang Jie to be humiliated on purpose.
Because in her eyes, these two people came from the righteous path. Even if Cang Jie Taoist has been tamed, before he was tamed, how many people from the demonic path had this guy killed on the mainland? Let him be reviled by the remnants of the demonic path.
What's wrong?
However, when Leng Yanji saw Shen Lang still looking carefree and even gnawing carrots shamelessly, she couldn't help but become angry again. She thought to herself: How can this guy be so shameless?
Not going forward? There is no righteous style at all, and there is nothing you can do.
"Hmph! As expected, you are a shameless person and invincible in the world."
With this thought in her mind, Leng Yanji couldn't help but feel a little bored and helpless. She simply stopped wasting time and quickened her pace.
After leaving Caishikou, we walked through the long streets. The crowds gradually became sparse, and the tall and majestic Buzhou Mountain was already in front of us.
Buzhou Mountain is so tall and straight that it is impossible to climb, and there is no mountain road to walk on. Because those who are qualified to climb the mountain are great practitioners with advanced cultivation, there is no need to walk at all, and naturally there is no need to dig a mountain road.
Leng Yanji's body flew up, and Taoist Cang Jie followed closely behind her, carrying a cage on her back. In an instant, she soared hundreds of feet into the air, trampling the clouds and mist beneath her feet, and arrived at the heart of the mountain halfway up the mountain.
No, this description is actually not correct, because even after flying hundreds of feet in the air, when Shen Lang raised his head to look at Buzhou Mountain, he could still only see the mountains hidden in the endless clouds and mist, and could not see the existence of the peak at all. Naturally,
It is impossible to determine where one can call it halfway up the mountain.
After landing, you can see that there is a huge mountain gate dug out by man in the middle of the mountain. The mountain gate is dozens of feet high, more than ten times larger than the most majestic city gate in the world. People standing in front of that mountain gate are like ants.
Generally small, it gives people an extremely strong visual impact.
However, after stepping into the mountain gate, Shen Lang found that the space in the heart of the mountain was much larger than he had imagined. Looking up, the top of the cave was at least a hundred feet above the ground. The flattened top of the cave was inlaid with dense luminous pearls.
Those night pearls are all huge, but looking at them from the ground is just like looking up at the stars in the middle of the night.
With the light of the night pearl, Shen Lang turned his head and saw many murals carved on the blood-red mountain wall. Those murals looked extremely old, and with the pace of Taoist Cang Jie carrying him forward slowly, it was like a scene of vicissitudes of life.
The ancient scrolls engraved with history slowly unfolded before Shen Lang's eyes.
He saw people wearing animal skin skirts hunting in ancient times. Regardless of skin color or race, they worked together to defeat powerful races and were active in every corner of the continent.
Then he saw meteorites and skyfire falling, meteorites representing the wrath of the sky crashing into the sea, huge waves higher than the steep mountains swallowing the continent, the earth was cracking, and mountain fires also broke out at this time.
After the disaster, the confused and sad people looked up at the sky and understood for the first time the vastness and inviolability of God's power. So, helpless, they knelt on the ground and prayed for God's mercy.
But while all this was happening, there were also people who looked at the corpses of their loved ones at their feet and the cracked earth with grief. After grieving, they stubbornly looked up to the sky.
Perhaps because the mural was so lifelike, Shen Lang was fascinated by it for a moment, and even clearly saw the angry eyes staring at the sky.
Those eyes are deeply painted on the stone and will last forever. The expressions of those people are as hard as stone. Even if the power of God is mighty, they still refuse to lower their heads even half an inch. They are like stones that cannot be polished.
The edges and corners lie between heaven and earth...
Looking at these murals, Shen Lang suddenly began to understand that perhaps this was the first derivation and divergence between good and evil in the ancient continent.
Some people follow God's will, and some go against God's will...