Chapter 281 Listen to the ghost voice on the wind rock
After leaving the west city gate, Zhang Wenfeng looked up at the sun, which was about midnight, and then looked at the criss-crossing roads and paths outside the city. He tilted his head and asked, "Mo Ye, which way do you want to go?"
"casual."
Mo Ye said two words unexpectedly.
She was playing with a pair of clay dolls in her hands. For her, wherever she went, she just took things as they came without thinking.
If you really think about it, it's not beautiful, and there are no casual fun and little surprises that follow you all the way.
She needs a little touch by chance, for example, the old cripple will miss her for not coming back.
Zhang Wenfeng turned to look at the stupid donkey who smelled of alcohol, and asked: "Which way do you think is better? I want you to be the master of your home today."
He had never been to many places in the mountains and rivers of Nanjiang Prefecture. In the past, he traveled with his master and visited famous mountains and historic sites in several counties in the west.
There are still ten days left, and he can walk around freely.
The donkey grinned and turned left, running towards the southern path, saying, "'Winter comes early in the north, and summer goes late in the south.' If you go south, you can eat more fresh forage."
This is true for foodies. Zhang Wenfeng followed the donkey south and asked curiously: "Where did you get the proverb?"
The donkey who knows how to read is different. He can drop his book bag.
"I heard what the little fat pumpkin who often copied scriptures said. I thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down."
The donkey opened up the chatterbox and was very good at chattering. It had a good memory and could memorize the entire scripture. It discussed the essence of the scriptures with the viewer along the way. It listened a little here in the Qingzheng Courtyard, learned a little there, and rambled on.
It is too confusing to pull the donkey's head but not the horse's mouth, it is messy and often contradictory, and it is necessary to debate the scriptures with the master.
Zhang Guanzhu drank two gourds of water and corrected it patiently and carefully.
He thinks that in the future, donkeys should be allowed into the classroom to attend classes and listen to scriptures with the apprentices, and become a donkey apprentice.
Either don't study and follow your own path. If you want to study, you must understand the basic meaning of the scriptures.
Such a half-knowledge, taking quotes out of context without asking for a thorough understanding, will do a lot of harm.
Donkeys are different from each other. According to Mo Ye, donkeys are based on monsters. They have been influenced by incense and have a trace of the divine way. They have learned authentic Taoism. If they are confused about the Taoist scriptures, he can't imagine that they will be able to do it.
What are the consequences?
All troubles start with literacy. It would have been better if Yue Anyan had not been allowed to teach the donkey how to read.
His head was bruised and painful.
Mo Ye laughed and said nothing while listening. It was very simple for her to understand the donkey's words, and a little trick could solve the problem.
She couldn't say anything. Everyone had their own destiny. She found it interesting to see the little human Taoist priest sincerely worry about the future of a little demon.
After running for more than three hundred miles, it was getting dark.
The mountains are high, the forests are dense, and the people are sparsely populated.
As soon as the donkey ran blindly, there was no road ahead, only a mountain looking up.
Zhang Wenfeng took out the topographic map of Nanjiang Prefecture from the storage space. As a guest supervisor, he still had this convenience. After looking at it for a while, they ran into the Qianluo Mountains, which should be close to the famous "Mountain Ghost Peak"
Not far away.
During the reign of Dafan, this area of Nanjiang Prefecture was a relatively deserted place.
At that time, the war between Taoists and shamans was fought from north to south, with battlefields and wars everywhere. It is said that a war between Taoists and shamans was fought near Shangui Peak, leaving many relics.
The classics he had read contained many records of the Battle of Shangui Peak.
Climbing up a 100-foot-long mountain and looking into the distance, I saw a majestic and stretching mountain ridge of unknown length running across dozens of miles away, running from northwest to southeast, high in the sky, blocking the scenery on the other side of the mountain.
Pointing to a mountain pass with an obvious gap in the distance, Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "That's Yijian Gorge. It was a canyon carved out by Taoist masters with swords more than five hundred years ago. Let's rest at Tingfeng Rock in Yijian Gorge tonight.
, I will walk along the main peak of the mountain range tomorrow to explore the secrets. It is said that if you are lucky, you can find fragments of magic weapons or spiritual herbs growing in the wild in the mountains."
The donkey suddenly became energetic and said, "My nose is very good. Let's stay a few more days. Maybe we can find the treasure?"
Zhang Wenfeng understood the donkey's little thoughts. What the foodie was thinking about was the appetite, and he smiled and said: "There are many places on the main peak of the mountain range. Because of the war that year, the roots of the mountain were damaged. After more than five hundred years, the mountain peak should have repaired itself.
It’s almost done, since we have encountered it, it doesn’t hurt to delay for a few more days.”
The donkey raised its voice and flew into the air, heading towards Yijian Gorge.
It was getting dark and it was impatient to continue its journey over the mountains and ridges.
Zhang Wenfeng and Mo Ye stepped on the air as if they were walking on the ground, stepping into the air step by step. In just a quarter of an hour, the two of them "walked" over the mountain pass forty miles away.
The donkey had arrived a long time ago. It fell down the steep rock wall of Yijian Gorge to the lower part, shouting: "It's amazing! What kind of cultivation level does this have to be able to slash out such a sword? The mountain has been penetrated, at least
Is it seven or eight hundred feet high?"
The braying of the donkey echoed up and down the narrow canyon, forming waves of echoes.
"It was Xiu Xi, the great sword of the Transcendence Realm. With one sword, he split the mountain into two."
Zhang Wenfeng also fell to the bottom of the canyon and looked up at the thin line of sky. The real thin line of sky was very depressing and made people feel particularly insignificant.
The mountain wind blows, forming a strong and agitated wind in the mid-air of the canyon, making a whistling and harsh sound.
"Go down to the canyon to experience it during the day tomorrow. There are several places on the other side of the mountain that you can visit. Let's rest tonight."
Zhang Wenfeng soared up, rushed through the Shuofeng area, flew up the pass to check for a while, and landed on a rock of more than ten feet on the side. The cliff caved in, forming a natural shelter from wind and rain. This is the "Listening to Listening" recorded in the classics.
"Wind Rock".
Waving his sleeves to sweep away the dust and debris left by the monks in front of him, Zhang Wenfeng took out two animal skins from the storage space and spread them on the ground, then placed a thick wheat straw futon on each, and stretched out his hand to ask Mo Ye to sit down.
He sat down on another futon two feet away. The donkey hung an empty gourd around its neck and went to the foot of the mountain to find water and eat grass.
"Mo Ye, how are your flower plantings going?"
"After changing the place, flower seedlings appeared the day before yesterday."
Mo Ye's figure merged into the shadow of the stone wall, and he could not be seen clearly.
A full moon rises in the east, its brilliance pouring down like clear water.
"Having been out for a long time, will it delay you in taking care of the flowers and plants?"
"No, I can go back and take a look at any time."
"That's good."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't ask any more questions. He took out dry food and dried meat, steamed and heated it, and ate it slowly to fill his stomach. The donkey flew up from the mountain with two gourds hanging around its neck, making the sound of water.
The mountain wind was fierce, stirring and falling, and the two of them fell into silence.
Zhang Wenfeng was meditating until midnight when he was awakened by the faint sounds of fighting mixed with the sound of the wind.
When I opened my eyes, the sound of fighting suddenly became far away.
Listening carefully, he seemed to hear a subtle scream of "let me out".
This place, doesn't it say in the classics that it was made super clean by experts, so why is there still a lingering ghost?
As a ghost agent, he was particularly sensitive to ghosts. He was sure that he heard correctly. Looking at the direction of the moon's shift, it was the middle of the night, which was also a good time for ghosts to appear.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Looking at the place where Mo Ye meditated, it was empty. He didn't know when he left.
Then he found that the donkey was also missing. Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment. Did Mo Ye use a trick or did the donkey go to another place on its own? Based on his understanding of Mo Ye, he should not bother to play such boring tricks.
Calmly, Zhang Wenfeng formed seals with his hands and listened for a while. He suddenly spoke out using a method similar to sound transmission, compressing the sound waves and transmitting them to the mouth of the canyon: "Who are you? Where are you?"
There are many uses for transmitting sounds into secrets. After he advanced to the Jianwei Realm, he gained some new understanding of primary spells.
The wind roared like rolling waves.
"I'm...at the bottom of the mountain, please...let me out!"
The unknown male or female voice came out intermittently, revealing a bit of joy and anxiety.
Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a while, listening to the voice repeating over and over again, and then asked: "Who are you?"
"...Who am I? I can't remember...Who am I?"
The ghostly voice gradually became lower and lower after repeated repetitions, and was completely blown away by a gust of wind.
On the top of the mountain, the only sound was the sound of the wind.