The sound of shock and anger continued to echo, and the figure of the giant ape had disappeared.
boom!
Like a galloping and roaring thunder dragon running from west to east, clusters of explosive gas clouds bloomed like lotuses, stretching out scorching waves of air for more than ten miles.
And this is just a somersault.
The speed is so fast that it is simply jaw-dropping.
Not to mention Yang Yu who was caught off guard and had to keep his identity carefully, even Zhenyan Taoist only took one step after him and then stopped.
"This magical power..."
Yang Prison was quite surprised.
This old ape actually has a second magical power, and he also has the ability to escape?
"Why is this monkey demon's magical power so powerful?"
Jumping up to the top of the mountain, the old Taoist waved his numb arms and looked slightly solemn:
"Is it because of the remaining spiritual energy?"
"I'm afraid so."
Yang Yu nodded.
According to ancient legend, the biggest reason why Taoism was so popular when there was no martial arts in ancient times is that Taoism is not only powerful but also does not require an altar.
In a place with strong spiritual energy, the power of supernatural powers is much greater.
"What a pity, what a pity."
The old Taoist was a little embarrassed and a little ashamed: "If the old Taoist's magical power was still there, it would be impossible for this monkey demon to escape today..."
"There is a real person here. If he can escape this time, he will not be able to escape next time."
Of course Yang Prison wouldn't care.
It was almost impossible for him to suppress this ape king by himself, but with the help of an experienced person in front of him, it was different.
Although it is far from its heyday, this ape king has only been promoted to the Ten Capitals not long ago. If it were not for the magical power similar to that of the 'Tiantou Cloud', he would have been able to surrender this time.
"It's the old man who acted too hastily..."
Mantra sighed and explained:
"As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw this violent ape pouring boiling oil and eating human brains in front of me..."
"If I were Yang, I wouldn't be able to sit back and watch. I don't need to explain. You can come. Yang is already grateful, so how can he care about trivial things?"
Yang Prison handed over:
"Besides, this time the attack forced out the old ape's magical power of escape and drove it away. It was not without success..."
"There are a lot of monsters in this mountain. My little friend, take a break and let me get rid of them all."
The mantra said lightly, turned around, and killed many monsters that were fleeing in panic in the distance.
Obviously, he was somewhat concerned that the attack on him was ineffective.
"The road to refinement of this recipe will probably be very long..."
Looking at the lingering turbid air in the air, Yang Yu had thoughts in his heart.
This old ape is already so difficult to deal with, what about the other monsters in Wanshou Mountain?
You know, the level of this recipe is Jiuyao!
call!
Taking a deep breath to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart, Yang Yu stood up and headed towards the old ape's cave.
The old demon's escape frightened the courage of a bunch of little demons. The cave where the demon was now was empty, and many people imprisoned in the cave had already staggered out.
With sharp eyes, Yang Yu glanced over and saw the little red fox walking slyly against the forest.
"scare!"
Seeing the bear's head in front of him, which was over ten feet tall, the little guy was almost frightened. He lay down straight and exposed his little tongue, showing off his unique skill of pretending to be dead.
"Stop pretending."
Yang Yu was a little dumbfounded, but he had no choice but to think that in the eyes of this little guy, he looked like a giant bear.
"It's you again?!"
The little fox was shocked. This voice was no longer familiar to her. It was simply the biggest nightmare in her life.
"It's not just me. If it were a bear monster, I'd be afraid of swallowing you up in one go."
Yang Yu lifted the little guy up, put his feet down, and rushed into the old ape's cave.
Not as rancid or dirty as expected.
This nearly hollowed-out mountain is filled with the faint scent of vegetation and fruits. If you smell it carefully, you will feel your mind is clear.
"Monkey wine!"
The little fox exclaimed, saliva dripping down:
"It's the old ape's monkey wine! He collects fruits from the mountains every year to make wine..."
call!
Before her voice fell, Yang Yu had already entered the cave. Although there was not much light inside, he glanced around and saw that it was like daylight.
Inside the vast and tall cave, there was a cave about one foot in diameter. The cave was covered with various gems and jade, and inside was a thick golden slurry.
When we got here, the aroma of wine was so strong that even Yang Yu felt a bit smokey. The little fox was almost drunk and couldn't take back his little tongue:
"Good, good wine, good wine..."
"It's really a good wine..."
With a thought in Yang Yu's mind, Zhen Gang rolled up a cup of wine in front of him like a tentacle. He took a sip and felt his spirit was shaken. It was very refreshing and the taste was even better.
Most of the treasures in the recipe, except for those obtained through refining, cannot be taken out to the outside world, but the wine in front of me is an exception.
Although he couldn't take it out, it was enough to cleanse the soul.
However, he didn't taste it much. The wine was extremely concentrated and seemed to affect the soul. If he drank too much, he would probably get drunk.
Behind the wine pit is a low alley. With Yang Yu's eyesight, he can even see the monkey hair stained on it.
"Behind the alleyway is the old ape's cave? With his stature, he would probably have to shrink when he goes in and out?"
Yang Prison changed his mind, but was not in a hurry to go in.
Instead, he circled around the wine pit. The old ape seemed to be very popular. Although the cave was not very exquisite, there were quite a lot of items in it.
It was filled with several wooden shelves.
There may be many treasures among these items, but Yang Yu just glanced at them and lost interest. He didn't even bother to look at the items that he couldn't take away.
His eyes fell on the few books among them.
This is a book made of unknown animal skin. It is as thin as a cicada's wing. The handwriting on it is clear. I don't know how long ago it was written, but it looks like a new book.
On the pages of the book, there were many large characters written in extremely ancient Taoist scripts. Yang Yu was very accomplished in Taoist scripts. After careful identification, he recognized these three characters that surprised him.
"Journey to the West?!"
Yang Yu's body trembled, and he couldn't help but turn over the pages of the book. After reading this, he was relieved at first, but then he felt a little nervous in his heart.
This 'Journey to the West' is certainly not the one I knew in my previous life, but the stories recorded in it are actually...
"this……"
Yang Yu was startled.
At this time, the sound of footsteps came, and the Taoist Zhenyan came here. When he smelled the wine, he was also amazed:
"I've seen a lot of monkey wine, but I've never heard of something of this quality."
The old Taoist, who had not drank alcohol for eighty years, also felt his index finger move. Fortunately, his mind was very strong, and the thought was extinguished, and he turned around and came behind Yang Yu.
"Journey to the West? Is this a travelogue from ancient times?"
The veteran is very interested.
"Probably so..."
Yang Yu calmed down slightly, but his brows were still furrowed:
"What is recorded in this book is the story of a monk who sought the Tao a long time ago..."
This travelogue really moved him a little.
"Huh?"
The old Taoist flipped through a few pages and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "This book is called Monk Journey to the West, but it actually contains my Taoist style...
Could it be that the three-buried monk has learned from both families? My dear, this monk has such great ambitions and wants to collect immortals, gods, demons, and demons for his own use?
Incredible, incredible!"
As he watched, the old Taoist looked moved, even a little in awe:
"In order to combine the five categories of Taoism and Fruition, Taoism (immortals), Buddhas, gods, demons and demons become one. No wonder this monk has a bumpy journey. If this ritual is successful, what kind of achievement will he achieve?"
Yang Prison thought silently.
This Journey to the West is actually somewhat inconsistent with the one from my previous life.
The only difference is that this monk with three burials is unparalleled in his ferocity. From east to west, he conquers hundreds of countries, frightens all demons, subdues the demons and demons of the Nine Netherworld, and welcomes the gods and Buddhas above.
Not saying whether it is true or not, but just talking about such a great calamity, what kind of fruition should one have to be worthy of it?
"The old ape from before is a bit like the monkey in the travel notes, but it's too far apart..."
The old Taoist flipped through the pages, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes nodding, and his expression changed many times.
"I'm afraid, it does have something to do with it..."
Yang Yu's expression was also quite strange.
The rank of the old ape was changed to "violent ape", and one of the seven demon apes that can be advanced is the one in the travel notes...
"Perhaps the writings of later generations are a bit exaggerated? In the legend, there is no such a powerful Buddha, and there is no corresponding demon..."
The old Taoist put down the book, thought about it, and felt that the book was a bit false.
"It does seem fake."
Yang Prison gathered his thoughts:
"However, the Tao fruits, magical powers, Tao techniques, magic weapons, and authenticity recorded on it are still there."
"This kind of storybook is a mixture of truth and falsehood. Although the deeds in it are not credible, many things are still much more detailed than later generations."
The old Taoist nodded and handed the scroll to Yang Yu. The latter took it, opened it to one of the pages, and said:
"Sir, for some reason, this junior knows that this place should be the 'Longevity Mountain'. In your opinion, is this paragraph credible?"
"My friend, are you sure this place is the Longevity Mountain?"
The old man's eyelids twitched.
The story recorded on this page is actually very simple. It says that the three-buried monk came here surrounded by his four disciples.
'My magical powers are no match for those of heaven! Taoist Wanshou, I think you are also a well-known master of magical powers in the eighth calamity. But now, you don't even have a whole body. You are left in such a miserable state, so you must seek to return from all the calamities.
?
That’s all, I’ll let the monk save you...'
The third burial monk let out a long sigh, opened up the Wanshou Mountain, took out a liver from underneath, and buried it on the spot, which resulted in the creation of a strange and unpredictable tomb.
Instead, do the ‘Five Zang Concept’!
"The eighth calamity..."
The old Taoist also fell into deep thought, and felt vaguely uneasy.
The same goes for Yang Prison.
The impact he suffered was far greater than that of the old Taoist. The things recorded in this strange travel diary are indeed a bit shocking.
I can think of the tree full of fruits laughing in the backyard when I got this recipe, and the name of this recipe.
I couldn't help but feel a little cold in my heart.
Faintly, he recalled the note on the Cauldron of Gluttony asking him to 'keep his identity'...
"call!"
He took a deep breath and closed the book, reading the chapter he had read before.
Just call it,
‘Three burials easily lift up the sacred mountain, and the five internal organs temple suppresses demons and longevity’!
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Two more updates, good night everyone. Recommend a copy of "My Future Diary Cannot Be the Last Word"
In the first year of the Xinhuo calendar, a large-scale supernatural recovery occurred around the world.
In the first year of the Xinhuo calendar, the Jinggui Division was established and began to contain supernatural beings on a large scale.
Three years after Xinhuo Calendar, Xun Xi traveled to this world full of despair. However, in front of him, there was only a diary written by himself before his death, claiming to be the future man.
The diary foretells his future death.
In other words, every line and sentence in the diary is his final work.
And it will be updated!
"Others who have traveled through time are all the proud sons of God, and opportunities will follow them wherever they go. Why is it only me, who dies wherever I go? I am just like a rebellious son of God, a version of an orphan."
"unfair!"
...........
With a future diary in his arms, Xun Xi struggled to survive in this desperate world. He firmly believed: My future is up to me!