In the air, Wu Gen drove the shuttle and flew towards Shenwuyuan humming a tune.
This time we stayed at Guiyuan Zong for five days. During these five days, Zhu Qianhua accompanied Wu Gen to play around. Although there was a huge lantern like Aunt Zhao, it could not stop the two of them from being in love with each other.
The gift Wu Gen gave to Zhu Qian was collected by Aunt Zhao, but with such a person watching, there was no need to worry about others coveting it.
As for the Taichu Stone, Zhu Qianhua took another fake stone, made two hydrangeas, and set them on the shoes. Every time he saw the Taichu Stone tremble slightly with Zhu Qian's footsteps, Wu Gen's heart would rise and fall.
Returning this time, I gave gifts, ate meals, got a hairpin, and visited the sights. It was a complete success. Now, Wu Gen was already thinking about finding an opportunity to go to Zhu Buzhan and pierce the window paper with his former husband.
Geshan had already appeared in front of him, and Wu Gen turned gracefully in the air and landed towards the Shenwu Courtyard. After returning to the valley, Wu Gen put aside his impetuous thoughts and waited for news about Jian Xing.
Three days later, Jian Xing finally sent someone to deliver the news, agreeing that Wu Gen would go to Bao'an County on official business in the name of Zhaoxuan Division, and sent an official document. In this way, if someone interrogates you, you can have a cover.
Wu Gen immediately prepared to leave and loaded Xuan Ning Chalcedony and Seven Star Grass onto the shuttle. Baoxiang also wanted to go with him, but considering the dangers on Xingluo Plain, Wu Gen refused.
The only person who really accompanied him was Yang Zheng. Ever since he arrived at the Shenwu Academy, he had been somewhat unsociable. He lived in isolation all day long and rarely interacted with others. He only came out to do some activities when Wu Gen was around.
It is normal for a foreigner to feel a little lonely when he is unfamiliar with this place. When going to Xingluoyuan this time, Yang Zheng tried his best to ask to go with him. Wu Gen thought about it but agreed.
As for Feng'er, I was also a little moved. But after Wu Gen told Li Yi the news of his return, it was difficult to leave Shenwu Academy. It's okay to have Luo Bing protecting him in the hospital. But if he leaves Geshan, it will be difficult to save him if he is targeted by someone who is eager to perform meritorious deeds.
The two of them were ready, and Wu Gen steered the boat, heading directly to the southwest. Along the way, except for visiting some cities to inspect official documents, Wu Gen did not stop anywhere else and went straight to Xingluo Plain.
There was faint black air ahead, and Wu Gen knew that he had reached the edge of Xingluo Plain. The only option is to walk further forward. The shuttle is driven by spiritual jade. If it breaks into Xingluo Plain, it may not be able to fly very far before it explodes.
After landing, Wu Gen and Yang Zheng placed the shuttle in a valley and hid it carefully. Then he went to find the locals and bought a carriage, which was filled with food, clothing and other daily necessities, and then he plunged into the vast wilderness.
Walking in the empty Gobi, Wu Gen looked at the stars in the sky and recalled the route he took last time. Yang Zheng had already taken the Guyuan Pill and was looking around curiously.
The two of them had already passed through the area densely populated with horse ghost heads. Going forward, there was already a vague black air floating on the ground.
"Yang Zheng, do you have guards in Tianyuan Continent?" Wu Gen had nothing to say in the car. As long as Yang Zheng didn't take the initiative to talk to you, he would definitely not speak first. Along the way, Wu Gen, who had lost his temper, felt quite uncomfortable.
"Of course there are, but there are not as many as in Beizhou. Where we are, the human race can often fight directly with the alien races, and there is unified coordination by the divine religion, so there is no need to form such a huge defense force." Yang Zheng hurriedly asked Wu Gen introduced some situations in Tianyuan Continent.
Wu Gen heard what Yang Zheng meant and couldn't help but be a little surprised, "The divine religion may mobilize the soldiers of various countries. Is it possible that the emperors of various countries will listen to it? This is military power."
Yang Zheng nodded, "The emperors of various countries need the approval of the divine religion to ascend the throne. The divine religion can naturally mobilize all countries."
"Then this divine sect has some means to control so many countries. But, are these countries so submissive and willing to accept its orders?" Wu Gen continued to ask.
"That's not true. Power is power. Taking away its power weakens its power. It's like this horse being gelded. Who would be willing to do it? It's just that the fist is not as strong as others. Some people who are unwilling to accept it secretly form various alliances. , to resist the divine religion.
For example, I have heard of a sect called Sharpening Sect, which is a sect that
It is formed by helping people who have lost their power, with the intention of overthrowing the religious religion and returning power to the world. Yang Zheng patted the horse beneath him and explained seriously.
"Mo Dao Sect." Wu Gen muttered to himself. When he parted with Song Tieyan, the other party once said that he could find the Mo Dao Sect's stronghold in Fuli City. However, he resisted from the bottom of his heart. If he got involved with this sect, I'm afraid. If you're not careful, you'll get caught in it.
Seeing Wu Gen deep in thought, Yang Zheng wisely stopped disturbing him and silently followed him forward. At this moment, a crow came from the sky. Wu Gen looked up and saw a crow flying past without stopping too long.
Looking at the crow flying further and further away, Wu Gen's eyes were a little cold. He gave his horse a hard slap and accelerated forward.
Silently all the way, Wu Gen and Yang Zheng successfully found the desolate tomb. Looking at the dense tombs, Yang Zheng looked surprised. When he heard about the origin of these tombs, Yang Zheng changed from his usual dullness and actually offered to go to the tombs to worship.
"Wu Gen, you're back." Yu Shou came up to him from afar, looking excited and looking behind Wu Gen. But when he saw that there was no figure of Chu Ji, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Wu Gen smiled and handed over a jar of wine, "Old Yu, you can rest assured that Chu Ji is a noble man now and is enjoying the blessings in the Zhujuan Kingdom. Take care of yourself, and when Chu Ji is older, he will come back to visit you."
"It's easy to talk about." After hearing the good news about Chu Ji, Yu Shou felt relieved and quickly let Wu Gen and Yang Zheng into the house. During the chat, Mu Ji also walked in and was a little surprised when he saw Wu Gen.
Muji's face looked a little older, and he had spent a lot of energy traveling to places where the garrison was scattered for many years, rescuing people who had been harmed by negative energy. Not only did his cultivation level not rise, but it actually had a downward trend.
"I haven't seen you for many years, but you are getting better and better." Mu Ji nodded, made a pot of tea, and poured a cup for Wu Gen and the other three.
Tea leaves are not tea leaves, but a low shrub collected from the desert. They taste extremely bitter and have no so-called sweet aftertaste. After one sip, the bitterness makes your stomach and intestines tangle together.
Wu Gen's whole face was squeezed together, and he felt respectful as he looked at Mu Ji who was so happy.
Living is hard, and living for others is even harder. Muji has been trekking through the wilderness for so many years, just like this cup of tea, his life has been miserable.
Wu Gen took out the two skin bags from his body, which were filled with Xuan Ning Jade. He also took out a large package containing fragments of Xuan Ning Jade.
"Master, this is the elixir I found from a foreign continent. It can cure the poison of adverse qi." Wu Gen pushed the skin bag in front of Mu Ji. When it comes to rescuing people, it's better to let Mu Ji do it.
"Oh." Muji raised his eyebrows, reached out to take the leather bag, unscrewed the lid and smelled it, with a look of doubt on his face. Although the chalcedony looks miraculous, how many people can it be cured?
Wu Gen gave up on the idea of selling things off, and quickly explained the use of chalcedony to Mu Ji, and asked if Mu Ji could ask Mu Ji to save the people in the dark valley first. If we go later, as batches of people wither away, I don’t know how many people will be left in the end.
Muji's hands trembled slightly, and he stared at the dense purple mist in the water bag. When he raised his eyes, he was already filled with tears. Years of hard work and years of running around have finally yielded results.
Seeing Yu Ji, who always kept his likes and dislikes secret, and his joys and sorrows not overflowing, was so out of character, Wu Gen also felt sad in his heart. The so-called loving everyone and being kind, sparing no effort, is talking about people like Mu Ji and Wu Mo. Whether it comes from faith or virtue, such a person deserves respect from the world.
Putting away the water bag carefully, Mu Ji solemnly walked to Wu Gen, dusted himself off, knelt down with secular etiquette, and knocked his head heavily on the ground.
Wu Gen frightened and knelt on the ground with a plop, and quickly supported Mu Ji, "Master, you are trying to shorten my life. If you can't help it, you are slapping this kid in the face."
Mu Ji raised his head with a determined expression, "I have been practicing medicine for many years, but I have saved very few people. Today I got this magical medicine, and thousands of soldiers were saved from suffering. This is a great merit and good deed. The donor has great compassion and saves people from disasters. Today is not the case." Muji bows to you, but on behalf of thousands of soldiers, I would like to thank the benefactor for his righteousness." He kowtowed twice more.
Seeing that he couldn't stop Mu Ji, Wu Gen had no choice but to kneel on the ground and kowtow in return. This incident was really caught off guard.
With great difficulty
After getting up, Mu Ji took the skin bag and mixed it, regardless of how many people there were.
Taking advantage of this free time, Wu Gen took Yang Zheng to pay homage to the ancestors of Huangling. Looking at the eight characters "The soul returns, God shows its loyalty" written in ink like a sword, and looking at the rows of countless tombs, Yang Zheng remained silent and followed Wu Gen to solemnly pay homage to these unknown people. Ancestors.
After paying homage, Wu Gen picked up the broom again and swept the entire Huangling with Yang Zheng. After experiencing Da Yizhou and his party, it was very easy to enter the mausoleum again at this time.
When he came out, Mu Ji had already prepared the medicine to treat the toxicity of Ni Qi.
In the early morning, the stars set on the plain, and the mist was misty. From time to time, bands of black air rose from the ground, like poisonous snakes. Wu Gen, Mu Ji and Yang Zheng hurried to the dark valley where the garrison was placed.
As they walked on the road, black crows flew through the air from time to time, their red eyes staring coldly at the three of them.
Mu Ji raised his head and glanced, but ignored it and followed Wu Gen silently forward.
When they arrived at the canyon, Wu Gen took the potion from Mu Ji's hand and said, "Master, Yang Zheng, please wait here while I go down to deliver the potion. If everything goes well, it will only take three to five days. If something goes wrong, "Xie, I will come up to look for you two."
After Wu Gen finished speaking, he jumped into the valley and merged into the thick black mist.
Seeing Wu Gen's disappearing figure, Yang Zheng looked towards the endless black valley and suddenly turned around and asked, "Master, I have a question. There are very few temples in Beizhou, and monks are rarely seen on weekdays. The master is from Fuyaozhou."
Mu Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, glanced at Yang Zheng, and slowly stared into the distance. His weathered face became more desolate, "Yes, the poor monk is from Fuyao Island. We have been apart for twenty years and have forgotten our hometown for a long time." Sound. The donor must be an outsider as well. I see some traces of the divine religion on your body."
Yang Zheng nodded, "Master has good eyesight. I am from Tianyuan Continent, and I met Wu Gen in Dayi Continent. Master's delay here for many years is not conducive to his practice, and he has lost his responsibility to teach the Dharma, and has broken the sect relationship. What a loss.”
Muji didn't squint his eyes, "My Buddha is compassionate, so-called great compassion without preconditions, and great compassion for the same body. Walking here and saving people in the world is not practice. It is also said that people have north and south, but Buddhas have no north and south. This is the case in Fuyao and in Beizhou. What's the difference? As for teaching the Dharma, let's see and do it."
Yang Zheng pondered for a moment, then bowed to Mu Ji, "One more thing. This annoying black crow has been accompanying me all the way. Is there any hidden worry?"
Mu Ji glanced at the black crows circling in the distance, "As long as you are in Xingluo Plain, it's fine. But you have to remind Wu Gen to be careful when leaving the plain. Today's Xingluo Plain is no longer what it was two years ago. It looks a bit more demonic."
Yang Zheng looked unconcerned, "I heard from Wu Gen. He may be a lucky person to be able to return safely all the way from Da Yizhou. However, with so many guardsmen, how long will it take to treat them one by one?" "
"The end of the day." After Muji said that, he slowly closed his eyes.
Yang Zheng smiled, knowing that the other party didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he got up and walked to the edge of the valley, throwing a stone down. The stone smashed a hole in the black mist, and in an instant the black mist became integrated again.
"The end of the day? It's difficult."
