Before leaving, the white-robed fortune teller turned around and glanced at the ghostly canyon with dense trees. His heart skipped a beat. Could that kid be hiding here? He murmured and greeted the five people who stayed behind, saying: "Brother Xun, please, are you here?"
Search the Shadow Canyon area twice more. The thieves are cunning and have already tried several tricks to attack in the east and attack in the west."
The middle-aged man named Xun nodded, Mr. Qi must have a reason for saying so.
With a look from him, the other four people suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and fell towards the Ghost Shadow Mountain between the two rivers.
The canyon was deep and quiet, and the river breeze was cool. The five people made some arrangements on the ridge beam. They lined up about fifty feet apart from top to bottom. They used their spiritual combs to search the bottom of the canyon and river carefully, stepping on the treetops and branches.
, from time to time sprinkle water mist, yellow dust and other small magic, from the leaves' gaps deep into the hillside ground covered with rotten leaves, and finally penetrate into the ground, truly digging three feet into the ground.
From time to time, there are birds and wild animals escaping in the dense forest. Occasionally, there are little demons who are forced by the momentum of the monks above to flee in panic.
Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the tree trunk and branches, motionless. The water mist was floating and blown to one side by the invisible breeze, unable to fall on the upper part of his robe that had turned into dark green.
Even with his eyes closed, he could still sense movement within hundreds of feet with the help of this hillside forest.
After so many years of communication and understanding with trees, he has been able to control the importance of them very well, so that the shaman cultivator above will not notice his indifferent prying eyes.
This feeling is very comfortable and natural to him, and he observes the futility of human beings with the "indifference" of trees.
All the love, hate, and resentment seem to have become a passing cloud.
He stayed away from right and wrong and enjoyed the sunshine and moisture.
Time seemed to slow down. After the humans searched, the birds flew back with chirping. The wild animals and little monsters were frightened and fled far away, making it difficult to turn back.
At almost noon, two spiritual energy stones were found ten miles to the east. The white-robed diviner and the four others who had been searching for more than ten miles east of there returned to Ghost Shadow Mountain with four people. Ten people lined up and searched again all over again.
, I was busy over and over again until the sun set and twilight began.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's rest for a while. The thief hides during the day and may appear again at night?"
The white-robed diviner will not admit that the heartstrings in that moment
His kinesthetic perception was wrong. He had to maintain his instinctive confidence in his divination skills and called his slightly complaining companions to drop down on the ridge.
It would be thankless to spend so much time and effort, and he didn't want to.
It's just that his opponent is too cunning and hid too deeply. He suspects that the thief has other treasures that hide the secret?
There is another question that I can't figure out. Since the thief has this treasure, why would he expose his anger and play with them for half a night? Is this fun?
The Great Elder sent word that the thief was able to escape safely from the territory of the Great Liang Dynasty. He was covered by Qi all the way. It has been found that he was wearing the "sheltering sky" bamboo hat from Tianshan Temple. Now the bamboo hat has returned to Tianshan Temple, that is to say
No monk helps secretly.
This also confirmed their suspicion that the bald donkeys from Tianshan Temple colluded with outsiders to ruin the good deeds of their witch clan.
A few years ago, the Witch Clan had received news from the demon cultivators of the Broken Moon Demon Forest that Monk Fayuan of Tianshan Temple was on good terms with Taoist Zhang. Now, even if they get some unexplainable information, unfortunately they can't do anything about the bald man.
donkey.
Because Fayuan had extraordinary supernatural powers, he was one of the only fourth-level monks of the Shi family in the Great Liang Dynasty.
There is some conflict between the Wu clan and the Buddhist clan, but it has not yet reached the point of war.
Some things should be endured while holding the nose, and it is not too late to settle the accounts together later when you find an opportunity.
The man surnamed Xun fell next to the white-robed fortune teller and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Qi, is that thief still hiding here?"
The white-robed diviner nodded enigmatically.
The man in black robe had sharp eyes and glanced around. It was getting dark. He must be responsible for Mr. Qi's safety and prevent thieves from hiding from attacking Mr. Qi.
Ten people were scattered and chatting on the ridge. After a while, several people suddenly jumped into the air at the same time.
"There's something strange over there!"
"Fight quickly!"
A series of brilliant spells, sword light, and sword energy violently blasted into the deep forest near the bottom of the canyon. In just a moment, the place was burned into a sea of fire, with tree debris burning and debris collapsing.
Most of the shaman cultivators in the air showed excited expressions.
They guarded this area like an iron barrel. Where will the kid escape?
Zhang Wenfeng was hiding in the darkness on the big tree on the hillside, and there was no movement at all. He just casually controlled the roots of the tree a hundred feet away diagonally below, and reached out from the ground to stir up some energy.
How can we let those who have been busy all day
How about some free time?
They have to find something to do.
Due to the back and forth search by the witch cultivator, there is a risk of exposure.
After waiting for a long time, the flames burned towards the woods on the edge, and the boy did not escape in a hurry as they imagined.
The white-robed diviner frowned slightly and whispered: "Put out the fire, he is not there."
The man surnamed Xun waved his sleeves, and the flames were extinguished. He waved his hand again, and the river water below rolled back, turning into rain and pouring down.
Everyone made a fuss and just after returning to the ridge, there was obvious movement from the bottom of the canyon on the other side of the southwest. Everyone looked at each other in confusion and did not move rashly, looking at the white-robed diviner with a frown on his face.
Strange noises were heard from the bottom of the canyon in other directions, like monsters or ghosts. It was extremely difficult to catch what was causing trouble. It was simply elusive, or many things were threatening them.
The man in black robe who had been silently guarding the fortune teller suddenly said: "This place is called Ghost Shadow Mountain, and the canyons on both sides are called 'Ghost Shadow Canyon'. It is normal for some ghosts to cause trouble."
Everyone was stunned. They didn't remember this. It should be the ghosts in the river causing trouble. Those ghosts didn't want them to rest here and deliberately made noise at the bottom of the canyon.
"You little devil, if you dare to make noise and harass me again, I will take you down!"
A burly man in a dark red robe shouted into the water of the canyon below.
The echoes stirred and the river roared for a long time.
The white-robed diviner listened for a moment, and all the strange movements disappeared. He guessed that his perception was wrong, and the boy was not actually hiding here. He raised his voice and said: "I'll rest here for one night. I won't bother you again tomorrow. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
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A kind word warms you for three winters, but a bad word hurts you for six months.
With their large numbers, they cannot bully the sneaky people who have been here for countless years. There are many strange things in the Luobao Ridge Forest. Even in the outer fringe areas, one must be in awe.
Nothing strange happened overnight.
The white-robed diviner held the "dominoes" and the "asking for fortune" bronze mirror and sat there all night without noticing the boy's movements. After daybreak, he sent a message to other teams of sorcerers who were ambushing or searching.
Nothing gained.
He had no choice but to lead everyone to continue searching along the river heading east.
It's so weird, where are you hiding?
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