"Master, why is this river flowing backward?" Chi Zi followed an old Taoist, tilting his head and looking at a river flowing upstream, and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Daitang River, Liji River, it seems we have arrived at Zhaoyao Mountain!" the old Taoist stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
A six-winged, six-legged, pink animal that looks like a pig happily splashed on the water.
"We've been walking all the way, let's take a rest." The old Taoist found a stone and sat down, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of water from the flowing river, and wiped his dusty face.
When Chizi heard this, he excitedly took off his large animal skin pants, jumped into the Liji water, and swam quite far.
Di Jiang, who was playing in the water not far away, frowned, flew out of the Liji River, and then transformed into a little girl in pink neon clothes, jumping in front of Lao Dao.
"Master, are you eating grass?" Di Jiang couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw the old Taoist holding a green grass stem in his mouth, resting his head on his hands and lying on a big stone.
The old Taoist opened his eyes, smiled, reached out and touched Di Jiang's little head and said, "Try it, it tastes delicious!"
Di Jiang took the grass stem and first put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He didn't smell anything. Then he put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times. He immediately felt a sweet taste in his mouth and felt better.
Only then did Di Jiang realize that the banks of the Liji River were covered with bright green weeds that looked like leeks. Di Jiang sat down next to Lao Dao, then reached out and grabbed a piece of grass and put it into his mouth.
, while asking: "Master went all the way to go this far, is he really just angry that a woman left without saying goodbye?"
The old man frowned and said nothing.
"It's just that Master looks so sloppy. What girl would like it?" Dijiang saw that the small yellow flowers blooming on the grass were very beautiful. He pulled out the grass stems with small flowers one by one, and weaved a
Garland, he murmured.
The old Taoist turned around and pretended not to hear.
"Where are my tiger skin pants and straw sandals?" Chi Zi held a bunch of colorful Yu Pei in his arms and walked out of the water. When he saw that the animal skin clothes placed on the grass were gone, he said in surprise.
Di Jiang, who was weaving a garland, heard Chi Zi's shout, glanced at Chi Zi, and quickly closed his eyes shyly.
Chizi's big eyes moved around for a while, and he suddenly noticed something and ran towards a patch of grass not far away.
In the grass, two giant apes were squatting in the grass and studying something. Suddenly they were kicked on the back. When they looked back, they saw a little savage with his hands on his hips and looking at the two angrily.
When the two giant apes saw the real owner coming, they were so frightened that they ran away.
Chizi walked over and picked up the tiger skin pants and straw sandals on the ground, put them on, and then turned back.
At this time, Lao Dao had already woken up and headed towards the depths of Zhaoyao Mountain with Di Jiang and Chi Zi.
The deeper you go, the louder the sound of the water becomes, the more turbulent the current becomes, and the fog rises, blocking the sky and the sun, making it difficult to see the distance.
The old Taoist picked three leaves from a tree that shone with colorful brilliance, gave one to each person, wore it on his chest, and then continued to move forward.
Finally, a natural chasm appeared in front of us, and we saw only the water of the inverted river rolling down the canyon, and finally flowing into the endless West Sea.
Above the Western Sea, a large mountain shrouded in green mist soars straight into the sky, with no end visible.
"Is that the Holy Mountain of Buzhou?" Chizi asked.
The old Taoist nodded, and then said: "You two wait here for me for a while, and be sure not to leave the area of the Daotang River. There are leaves on both sides of the Daotang River to satisfy your hunger, and there are leaves from the valley to guide the direction."
"Master, when you see that woman, say hello to her for me!" Chizi said.
"Master, you can't go empty-handed when visiting someone!" Di Jiang said, handing a garland he had knitted to Lao Dao.
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, took the wreath with a smile, then waved his hands towards the two of them, and walked towards Buzhou Holy Mountain.
At this time, on Buzhou Holy Mountain, Bai Ze was sitting on a stone bench, writing something on a thick animal skin scroll with a writing brush made of phoenix feathers.
Next to him sat a strange beast with snow-white wavy hair, a wavy horn on its head, a blue head, and blue hooves. The beast was swimming leisurely with a piece of grass in its mouth.
Chewing happily.
Under its legs, there is obviously a pile of the same grass, which is the Zhuyu grass that can be found on both sides of the Daotang River on Zhaoyao Mountain.
Bai Ze seemed to sense something, frowned, and looked down the mountain.
I only saw a vague figure, moving from far to near, and in the blink of an eye, I was already close.
Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Emperor Donghua!"
"Priest Bai Ze is quite leisurely!" the old Taoist said with a smile.
Bai Ze looked at Emperor Donghua up and down, feeling suspicious and somewhat puzzled: "What has the emperor experienced?"
Emperor Donghua lowered his head and glanced at his somewhat torn clothes and muddy shoes, and couldn't help frowning. He walked quickly to the stone table, put down the garland, and then jumped off Buzhou Mountain.
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Bai Ze hehey, he transformed into a suit of clothes, then jumped down from Buzhou Holy Mountain, put the set of clothes on the stone platform, and then flew up and returned to Buzhou Holy Mountain again.
Not long after, a man with white hair, a purple flowing cloud hairpin on his head, a face like a crown of jade, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes as bright as stars, dressed in white, and a slender figure appeared on the top of Buzhou Holy Mountain.
Bai Ze saw Emperor Donghua again and said with a smile: "This is what Emperor Donghua should look like in my eyes!"
Emperor Donghua picked up the garland, smiled and walked to the foot of the Kunlun building with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the sky that reached the top and asked, "Sang Ji is up there."
"Yes!" Bai Ze nodded.
Emperor Donghua nodded, and then flew away, like a sharp sword, sticking to the Kunlun building wood and flying towards the sky above the clouds.
"Hey!" The old sheep with its full belly cried out, then stretched out the horn on its head and nudged Bai Ze on the butt.
Bai Ze, who was looking at the sky attentively, staggered and almost fell. He turned around and glared at the old sheep, touched its head and said, "When you've eaten and drank enough, let's go look for the wooden sticks again.
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"Bah baa baa!" the old sheep barked a few more times.
Bai Ze frowned, then scratched his head and said: "Since we have searched the Northern Wasteland, the Eastern Wasteland, and the Southern Wasteland, let's go to the Western Wasteland this time!"
The old sheep's snow-white wavy hair suddenly started to flutter, like flowing clouds blown by the wind, and its whole body flew towards the northwest like flowing clouds.
"Oh, what a bad fate!" Bai Ze sat on the stone bench again, thought about it, and continued to record it on the animal skin scroll.