Chapter 268 The Water God Who Was Trapped on the Mountain
"Brother Shi, wait a minute!"
Jin Huanran made a sound to stop him. There was a faint golden light swirling in the depths of his eyes. He glanced around the foot of the mountain, looking for some clues and looked towards the hillside. After a while, he rubbed his sore eyes and said:
"The witch nun used the 'Mountain-Building Spell' to escape and hid in the mountain. She won't be able to escape for a while. Brother Shi, please be condescending and monitor the woman's movements and don't let her escape from sight."
Taoist cultivation in the Jianwei realm, as long as you put your mind to it, you can achieve a certain level of skill or technique.
Some monks with outstanding talents can even master multiple magic arts, and their achievements far exceed those of others.
Jin Huanran had a lot of research in the field of spiritual vision. He recognized that the woman was using the shaman's mountain-opening talisman. Zhang Guanzhu was the most beautiful. He could not be inferior to the Queen Mother, so he had to show off.
Shi Huaian hurriedly agreed and flew dozens of feet above the top of the mountain, put the enemy's head into an oil paper bag and hung it on his waist.
He is good at speed and fighting. As long as the woman does not run out of Baihu Ridge, he will not rush to send a message to other patrols to come to help. With Zhang Guanzhu, a comrade who is better at fighting, why should he share the credit?
In addition to relying on the string of beads for protection, the woman was also threatened by chanting a spell to immobilize herself.
The immobilizing spell has a distance limit, so if you hit it carefully, you won't hit it.
Five law enforcement guards were assigned by Jin Huanran, and the three of them walked to the foot of the mountain, and carried the Earthworm, which had shrunk by half due to the death of its body and the failure of its spell, to the outside of the creek.
The other two people carefully walked into the messy forest, and soon came out carrying the corpse of the shaman warrior and the long knife.
This was a real achievement in battle, and even if a few people could only share a small amount of it, they were still very happy.
Zhang Wenfeng was still in the "quiet" state of mind, with an indifferent expression. He controlled the flying sword and washed it several times in the stream, then put it into the bottle of defense. With his gradually declining cultivation level, he controlled a flying sword.
Very rare and surprising things.
In the past, when he was in Huaqi Realm, he could use flying swords, and only his fellow seniors and sisters and Yun Qiuhe knew about it.
Before running away, Gu Quan might have witnessed him fighting with a flying sword in the dark?
Yun Qiuhe once said that most of the large sects with deep foundations have three or two flying swords that have been passed down for a long time. The power is strong or weak. They are usually handed over to monks with outstanding swordsmanship talents to cultivate and use them. Like her, she can only rely on herself to slow down.
Earn money by slowly accumulating, collect rare mineral materials needed to refine flying swords, and spend time customizing your own flying swords.
There are gains and losses, the flying sword you made yourself is more comfortable to use.
"The mountain god here is protecting the woman. We have to find a way to break the mountain pattern, purge the energy of Baihu Ridge, and capture the former mountain god who dared to take in the witch nun's son."
Jin Huanran sent a message to discuss.
The Da'an Dynasty abolished the Shinto system, so the mountain gods and river gods in the territory were all residual evil spirits and could not be tolerated.
The world here has natural constraints on the remnants of mountain gods. As long as the mountains and rivers that the mountain gods rely on for survival are broken, the remaining mountain gods will not be a concern.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly and agreed with Jin Huanran's suggestion. He slowly flew up and scanned the canyons, rivers and mountains that circled from the southwest to the southeast. They were winding and winding, and the flow gradually became smaller. Where did the water go?
Combined with the fact that the mountain god communicated with him twice through water, we basically understood that the mountain god here was related to water transportation.
At the mouth of the canyon in the upper reaches of the southwest, the direction of the water flow changes at the narrowest point and turns to lead to another ravine.
There is a mountain god hiding here, so I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it and I'll have to walk around!
After looking around and returning to the foot of the southeastern mountain, Zhang Wenfeng thought about the message transmission: "I will talk to the mountain god again. It would be best if we could kill him without losing any blood." What he said was a bit wishful thinking.
Jin Huanran smiled and nodded, "Then be careful."
He turned around and walked out of the stream, smiling at the woman in black skirt who was wading in the stream.
Although he couldn't see the woman's cultivation, he felt that this woman was not simple. Although the previous fight was short and fierce, the fight was life and death. From the beginning to the end, the woman didn't even look at her.
Zhang Wenfeng placed three bowls of water again, lit incense and candles, and chanted a mantra to invite the gods to appear.
After waiting for quite a while, an old voice, full of fatigue, came out weakly from the slightly undulating water bowl.
"My little friend, can you please look out for Zhong Wenyong and let Chu Qing'er leave? This little old man's broken body can be handed over to me to go to the Daolu Academy to receive merit."
Zhang Wenfeng chuckled. This mountain god was somewhat interesting. He had previously warned him to be careful of ambush attacks by witch cultivators, and now he was interceding for the woman in the purple skirt, even risking his life and refusing to resist. Of course he didn't believe it, and whispered:
"I don't have a good relationship with Zhong Wenyong. Besides, it's not my fault. They won't let that woman leave. It's at least a thousand miles from here to the border. Chu Qing'er can't escape. It's better to capture her and save her life."
"You can't deceive me. Zhong Wenyong can teach you the special technique of 'Invitation to the Gods'. Your relationship is extraordinary. You have a 'Shan Mu Shou Xing Vase' tied around your waist, which was the treasure of Fairy Qiu Yun back then."
The old voice in the water bowl was emotionless and continued: "Zhong Wenyong can survive until the spiritual energy tide rises. He is lucky or unlucky. How is he now?"
After a long silence, Zhang Wenfeng whispered: "We have already gone to the underworld."
None of these old ghosts are easy to fool. Of course, he will not admit that he has friendship with Zhong Wenyong. This is very important.
This was also the first time he learned that the woman Zhong Wenyong longed for was called "Fairy Qiuyun".
"He has gone to the underworld... It's good. He doesn't have to suffer in the world of mortals anymore. It's good. For the remaining souls like us, being able to go to the underworld is a great relief. Forgetting the past, even if we are reincarnated as animals,
It’s also a beginning.”
The old voice finally had a slight fluctuation, and the water in the bowl was like boiling water.
Zhang Wenfeng asked in a low voice: "How do I call you?"
"Old man Wei Yan. Mountains and rivers do not change. I had some friendship with Zhong Wenyong back then. I offended the villain and was trapped on this broken mountain. Zhong Wenyong also helped me to beg for mercy, so that I could save some face and gave him
A lot of support, but alas, the mountains and rivers are broken, things have changed and people have changed."
The old voice seemed to be full of emotion, and in a few words, he revealed some old almanacs from more than five hundred years ago.
The three sticks of incense stuck in front of the tree pillar flickered and burned rapidly.
"Weishan God..."
"I am not a mountain god. I was once the righteous god of the Yaxi River."
The old voice corrected.
The water god who fell into trouble on the mountain is no longer the water god, but Wei Yan still retains his last bit of stubbornness.
Zhang Wenfeng was speechless. No wonder his god-inviting curse couldn't summon the other party. He invited the wrong god, which was wrong. Relegating the water god to the mountain was a great punishment, but he was also a genuine mountain god...
Wei Yan sighed and explained: "I was demoted to a piece of land in this area."
Zhang Wenfeng understood that he should have recited the "Curse to Invite the Lord of the Land", and indeed he made the wrong request. The other party was able to communicate aloud and give an advance warning because of Zhong Wenyong's face.
Suddenly turning around, Mo Ye who was wading in the creek, and Jin Huanran and others waiting outside the creek were gone.
Shi Huaian, who was hovering high in the sky for observation, also disappeared.
He flicked his finger towards the burning incense on the ground. The three sticks of incense were basically burned out, and only half an inch was left by him.
Wei Yan's voice came from the bowl: "Thank you for the Shinto incense that I burned for me, so that I can use some water luck. But don't worry, little friend, I will be trapped in the 'Green Water Turns Green Mountain Game' for at most half an hour."
, will not harm the child at all.”
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Chu Qing'er can't escape, why should the land master waste so much energy?"
Walking slowly at the foot of the mountain, after a few steps, he couldn't even see the stream behind him.
This water transport witchcraft formation is indeed magical.
Wei Yan's voice came from the air, neither happy nor sad: "Don't worry, little friend, Chu Qing'er is a descendant of the white witch. Those of us who are seniors don't need to worry about the life and death of the red witch. We will save one or two white witches."
, I can still do it barely."
Halfway up the mountain, the woman in purple skirt looked at the Taoist priest who was leisurely walking down the mountain with complicated eyes. She turned to look at a three-foot-tall human-shaped rock standing under the big tree, bowed and said: "Senior, please follow Qing'er.
Go to Great Liang, and I can ask the Great Elder to lift the witchcraft spell on you, open an altar to pray, and restore your position as the Water God."
"My roots are in this land. I was born and raised here. Even if the dynasty changes, I will not leave the wild and wild places like Daliang... You should leave quickly. I have limited magical powers and cannot hold them back for long."
Wei Yan's voice came from the rocks, revealing determination, urging the woman in the purple skirt.
The woman in the purple skirt looked very miserable, knowing that she could not persuade the reviled Tu Gong, so she bowed three times and said goodbye today. The Tu Tu Gong had been exposed and there was no longer any reason to survive.
It was their arrival that harmed the former Yaxi River Water God who had been suppressed for more than five hundred years.
Last year, the wave of shaman cultivators who came to seize the official treasure accidentally discovered that there was some Shinto aura in Baihu Ridge, but they could not find any trace of Shinto. They reported back, and after searching the classics and comparing the two, they found out that there was still a survivor here.
Suffering old timers.
The woman in the purple skirt got up and walked towards the north. Suddenly her expression changed drastically, and a missing bead appeared in her hand.
He stared closely at a barefoot woman in a black skirt walking up the hillside.