The pale green fire burned in the pitch-black sky.
Rashomon, illuminated by green light, looks even more eerie.
The several figures sitting under the city gate all turned their attention to Su Wu and the others below. Jianzhen, who was standing next to Su Wu, became lighter and fainter at this time, and finally turned into a gust of cold wind and drifted away. And go.
When the lingering thoughts of Jianzhen disappeared, in the Rashomon Gate in the sky, the figure of the monk wearing Futian robes became more and more distinct. He was originally sitting in a dark corner below the city gate, seeming to be asleep, and also like Already dead, as the dusty Rashomon appeared in front of everyone, the haggard monk gradually opened his eyes.
The 'Corpse of Jianzhen' stood up from the corner of the city gate tower. His figure shook a few times, and then completely disappeared from the Rashomon Gate under Su Wu's gaze!
Su Wu immediately looked sideways——
Jianzhen was standing next to him at this moment, his eyelids drooping!
"In this situation of reversing time and space, it took a lot of hard work for me to meet Tan Yue without damaging the cause and effect." Jianzhen's face was expressionless, he looked up at Su Wu, he clasped his hands and said, "Tan Yue, farewell Come and be safe.
All the previous experiences of the incarnation of my thoughts are already known to me.
Haruko’s obsession is entrusted to the donor today. "
As he spoke, Jianzhen shook off his Futian cassock——
The scarlet cassock stood up beside Su Wu, as if covering a slender figure. Su Wu stretched out his hand and pulled off the scarlet cassock, revealing that the cassock was as light as light and dust, as if it would turn into beautiful rainbow light at any time. The woman flew away.
The beautiful girl wearing a Wu uniform with red and white petals was far more excited than Su Wu.
"Abu!"
With tears in her eyes, she softly called Su Wu's name, and tried to touch Su Wu's body with her fingers that shone faintly.
When her fingers really touched Su Wu's face, Qingzi's obsession collected by Jianzhen finally came to fruition and turned into a burst of light dust in an instant, about to drift away with the wind—— At this moment, the underworld that contains the 'Rashomon' is also shaking and trembling, and is about to collapse and disappear!
Su Wu stretched out his hand towards the burst of light dust that Qingzi had transformed into, and the sound of even breathing sounded in everyone's ears. The burst of light dust that went away with the wind came back again in the sound of breathing, and landed in his palm. Condensed into a beautiful woman dressed in Wu clothing.
The woman rang the Kagura bell and danced alone in Su Wu's palm.
"Let's go."
Su Wu took one last look at the huge gap filled with large cracks, and then took Jianzhen, Tao Zu, and Hong Renkun away from here!
…
Outside the deep forest of ancient trees, the snow-capped mountain tops loom.
Several people appeared in this lush and beautiful forest sea. Su Wu carried a long knife at his waist, dragging some of Qingzi's obsession with one hand. Sensing the growing causal connection with Qingzi's obsession, he turned to Jianzhen, Tao Zu and others and said: "Master, Brother Hong, Jian True Master, I still have to ask you to wait for me here for a while.
I will go to the back of the mountain to find an old friend and come back to meet you. "
Jianzhen nodded: "Okay."
"Okay." Tao Zu glanced at Jianzhen and said, imitating Jianzhen's tone, and said calmly to Su Wu.
Hong Renkun nodded and sat directly on the moss-covered tree stump next to him: "Since we can't accompany you to find your old friend, why not let Yingying go with you?
This place is also close to the most famous and scenic mountain on Dongliu Island. The person you are looking for is behind the mountain again, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery with Yingying. After all, she is a little girl, and she is following us. I was scared all day long and went through hardships..."
“Wait a moment.
I'll come back as soon as I go. "Su Wu glanced at Hong Renkun and interrupted him directly. He turned around and walked into the depths of the forest sea. After crossing the forest sea, he found the road to the top of the snow mountain.
You can occasionally see cherry blossom trees on the side of the road, full of buds ready to bloom. Although it was spring now, perhaps because the time had not arrived yet, the cherry blossom trees were only covered with buds, and Su Wu was not able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the cherry blossoms falling in the wind and the colorful fallen leaves.
He climbed up the mountain path to the top of the mountain.
On the way up the mountain, there are fewer and fewer flowers and trees, and halfway up the mountain, you can already see the snow that has not yet melted.
The mountain is vast and vast, everything is silent, and no life has yet appeared. Su Wu didn't stop at the top of the mountain, but climbed directly over the top and walked down the mountain.
The walk from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain is full of fun.
Everything is gradually recovering from death, and the flowers and trees on the roadside are becoming more and more prosperous.
When passing a certain area at the foot of the mountain, Su Wu discovered that all the cherry blossom trees here were in full bloom. Countless pink and white petals were scattered in the wind across the mountain steps, and the sky and the earth seemed to be pure white.
Su Wu walked through this snow-white world, as if he had passed through layers of snow-colored veils.
Behind layers of snow-colored gauze curtains, white smoke rises.
In the billowing smoke, there seemed to be the sound of a woman laughing.
Qingzi's obsession, which was resting in Su Wu's palm, finally turned into light dust and completely dissipated amidst the bursts of faint laughter. No matter what means Su Wu used, he could not keep her.
Fortunately, he now found the real Haruko.
There is no need for Haruko’s obsession to guide her.
His figure disappeared into the steaming clouds and smoke, and his shoes stepped on the stone slab soaked by warm water - under the cover of the steaming white smoke, this place was a natural spring pool.
Snow-covered rocks surround this crystal-clear hot spring.
The spring water here overflows with rich vitality, which is the same as the "origin of Dongliu Island" obtained by Su Wu. If people with serious old illnesses wash themselves here, their illnesses will be washed away, and they will Therefore, it is not difficult to stay decades younger.
Su Wu stopped by the deserted hot spring for a while, then continued walking inside along the stone slabs built beside the hot spring. He passed a low torii, and a shrine that seemed to be embedded in a low mountain was revealed to him. in the eyes.
When he stepped into the shrine, the sound of the wind he brought up stirred the wind chimes hanging on the beams.
In the shrine, the hazy gauze swayed slightly. Su Wu passed through the gauze and walked around the god's tablet without writing, and saw a stone platform.
On the crystal clear stone platform, there lay a woman whose figure was covered by gauze.
The woman was also lying there quietly like a jade carving, soundless and without the slightest trace of life.
Su Wu walked closer to see Qingzi on the stone platform, and found that Qingzi had been completely infiltrated by the origin of Dongliu Island, turning into a stone man with ice muscles and jade bones.
She has no vitality at this moment, so she will never age or die.
Previously, the shrine maid Tsuzuki said that she protected Haruko very well - now it seems that what the shrine maid said was true. Haruko is lying here peacefully, without any damage or aging. She is indeed protected by the shrine maiden. very good.
Su Wu wrapped the naked Haruko with the gauze on the stone platform, then picked up the beautiful woman on the stone platform, turned around and walked out of the shrine dug into the mountain wall. He waded through the shrine again. The steaming white mist carried Haruko into the vibrant hot spring.
The Qingzi in her arms melted away like a piece of ice in the slightly hot water, leaving only the gauze in Su Wu's arms.
The Ten Destruction Swords slung around his waist also sprouted nine fluffy fox tails.
Fox hairs scattered in the hot spring pool, and the nine fox tails disappeared silently.
The water level of the original spring that was originally submerged to Su Wu's chest suddenly began to drop, from Su Wu's chest to the upper abdomen, and then to the upper abdomen and lower abdomen——
In the process of the steep drop in water level, all the evaporating water vapor everywhere also disappeared.
The trees blooming with cherry blossoms suddenly withered.
The lush forest withered in an instant.
Even the shrine, which looked like it was drilled into the mountain, became mottled in a short time, and it suddenly aged a lot.
In this world where everything is getting older, Su Wu suddenly heard bursts of heartbeats behind him. He stopped in place and did not turn around for a long time.
After the heartbeat started ringing behind him, it never stopped.
In the heartbeat, Su Wu heard the sobs of two women.
The sobs of the two women stopped for a moment, and then there was a sound of tearing clothes. Su Wu silently handed the gauze in his arms behind him, and the gauze was gently pulled away.
A lot has passed since then.
All the rustling sounds stopped.
"Abu."
"Jun Zhuzhao."
Two voices called Su Wu in unison: "You can turn around now."
Su Wu turned around in response and saw two jade-like beauties whose chests and lower bodies were covered with gauze, looking at him with red cheeks and red eyes.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly fell silent for a while, then bowed to the two beauties and saluted: "Miss Haruko, Miss Tairaiko, you are well."
…
On the dusky earth, several figures were riding horses, galloping freely.
The clothes on those people were mostly different from those of the Tang people, and they seemed to be from foreign countries. However, the leader of this group of foreigners was actually a Tang person.
Zhang Fang, a native of the Tang Dynasty, was carrying a bulging bundle. As he drove his horse, the sound of the clanging of beetle leaves could be heard continuously from the bundle.
——In his baggage was naturally the full mountain armor that Su Wu had given him previously.
The armor is powerful and contains the magical spells written by Su Wu. Wearing it makes you feel safe, but the armor itself is also very eye-catching.
Zhang Fang led a group of Bakhanna people to come all the way, looking for the team of Tibetan envoys accompanying 'Vajra Tripitaka'. So far, they have not been able to find Vajra Tripitaka's team. Instead, he was stared at by many soldiers and was captured. As the soldiers chased him all the way, Zhang Fang finally came to his senses, took off his armor and put it on his back for a while, then went around the path to hide, and finally got rid of the pursuing soldiers.
The speed of the horse continued to slow down, and white air spurted out from its nostrils. Seeing this, Zhang Fang simply stopped the horse, turned over and dismounted, and said to the gathered Abeli and other Bakhanna people: " If we continue running like this, we will not be able to catch up with Vajra Tripitaka's motorcade. Instead, these horses will be exhausted!
First find a place to stop and have a rest and let the horses eat some grass.
Let’s discuss more about the matter of pursuing your old Wang’s skull! "
Abeli and others originally believed in the Tang army recommended by Zhong Su Wu. However, after they followed Zhang Fang and were chased by the Tang army, they gradually lost their trust in Zhang Fang. Now they felt tired when they saw him. They all sat on their horses, looking at each other in disbelief, and hesitated.
"What are you afraid of?!
After all, the skull of your old king is a dead thing, and it will not disappear for no reason - we can't catch Vajra Tripitaka now, so let's go to Chang'an City and wait for him. He is here to pay a visit to the saint this time, how can he still run away halfway? Can’t go?
Don't worry, since I have promised you, I will never break my promise. Even if I chase the saint, I will definitely get your old king's skull back! "Zhang Fangzhen said.
He also has plans for this.
Now he is also a person who is capable of controlling tricks, and he has learned a method of controlling tricks, "forging a close relationship with tricks". Then he can rely on this skill to visit the saint. In this way, asking for the skull of the old king of the country of Khan, isn't it? Just a casual mention?
There won't be any difficulty!
When everyone saw that Zhang Fang was true to his word, they also believed him.
——At the moment, they did not believe each other and had no other options to think of. After being chased all the way by the soldiers, they had long lost their original direction, and they did not dare to show their faces and ask for directions at this time.
So Abeli and others dismounted one after another, led the tired horses, and followed Zhang Fang all the way forward, passing by a cemetery.
It was dusk now and there was no other place to stay.
A straw shed was built in the circle of the grave - it should be a resting place left by the people here to watch the graves of their elders.
Zhang Fang led the horse and walked to the thatched hut there. As he walked, he talked to his companions to strengthen his courage: "I have also learned tactics to suppress tricks before, and I know that this trick is not caused by the soul of the dead, but is actually the growth of the evil spirit of heaven and earth.
Therefore, in that wild temple, if the gods cannot be worshiped for a long time, it is easy for strange creatures to appear. As for this tomb, it seems that there are always sacrifices, so there is no need to worry about encountering any strange things.
What's more, isn't there a saying?
I would rather live in a deserted tomb than in a ruined temple, so just don’t worry, just don’t worry..."
While he was talking, Zhang Fang had tied his horse to a wild jujube tree in the cemetery. He looked over at the rugged branch of the jujube tree and saw a piece of hemp rope stained with blood, hanging on the branch. above, swaying gently in the cold wind.
