"My queen's peach orchard is already in full bloom, why do we need to raise these drunken peach trees!"
"These trees are good for disposing of corpses!"
"I really don't understand those tribesmen. When praying for the queen's protection, they always kill a few people to hold a ceremony!"
"Aunt Ma once tried to persuade her, but those tribesmen killed more people and couldn't communicate at all!"
"Those people are still obedient in the past. The people of these tribes are stubborn and uncivilized at all!"
"It's really troublesome. Every time there are several corpses piled up at the entrance of our secret realm. People who don't know the situation think that we have nothing to kill here!"
"Get to work quickly and stop criticizing these things behind your back!"
…
The chattering sound of a woman's discussion came into his ears, and Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and came to his senses.
The familiar feeling of crowding, darkness, and pressure came to his mind again, and he suddenly knew that he was buried alive again.
"Drunk Peach Tree?"
"Corpse?"
The voices of the women made it clear to Zhang Xuezhou why he got drunk after taking a bite of a peach, and also roughly why he was buried underground.
But Zhang Xuezhou never thought that this secret place still had an owner.
Buddha clearly swore that this secret land belonged to no one, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had been deceived by this thick-browed and big-eyed monk.
If he was not buried underground and happened to hear the voices of these women, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if something happened that needed support, he would definitely be the one to support him.
"A few of these peaches are ripe again, why don't we pick one and eat it?"
"That's right, we don't have a share in flat peaches, but it's not bad to eat drunk peaches!"
"You have to sleep for seven days to eat one, which is too long. I have to weave heavenly clothes recently, so I can't spare time to eat these peaches!"
"What a pity!"
"You don't have time, but we have time. There has been no banquet recently. We don't need to dance for the immortal. We have plenty of time!"
"I really envy my sister that she can dance, unlike us poor weaver girls!"
"After you finish sewing the heavenly clothes, you can rest for at least a year, and you can eat whenever you want."
"That's right!"
"Next time, it will take too long for the drunken peaches to mature. No matter what, I will eat them now. At worst, I will sew the heavenly clothes day and night and catch up!"
The women were chirping, and occasionally there was the sound of stamping their feet and jumping high to pick.
Zhang Xuezhou felt a pressing feeling coming from him. He felt that these women needed to lose weight. Such jumping and stepping on them made his body hurt a little.
He couldn't help but feel lucky that picking peaches was not a complicated matter. The women stepped on the ground above him several times and then moved away.
When a woman said, "Sisters have returned to the palace," Zhang Xuezhou felt the women's voices gradually fade away.
This made Zhang Xuezhou reach out and dig it out from the soil again.
What caught his eyes were the separated bodies of several corpses, with roots wrapped around the corpses, dragging them underground.
"Cannibal... corpse-eating tree!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the corpse used as fertilizer, and then at the slow entanglement and dragging of the roots of the drunken peach tree, and felt that it was more similar to what he had guessed.
He looked at the peach tree where all the hearts had been picked, and couldn't help but look around, and then began to walk out quickly.
None of the words spoken by these women mentioned formations, and the fact that they could pass through this area proved that this secret land was not affected by formations at this time.
The messy footprints also prove that the women walked very casually.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know whether the ancient formation was temporarily closed or there was no formation in this area. He quickly followed the trampled footprints and headed outside.
It wasn't until the rustling voices of the women caught his ears again that he slowed down.
"Kunlun Ruins!"
As they continued to march, a boundary monument came into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.
He stared at the words on the boundary monument for more than ten seconds before he could barely identify these three ancient characters that resembled Chinese characters.
Kunlun is a place name, and Xu means ruins.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have arrived at the place where the owner disposed of garbage.
Thinking of the words "return to the palace" mentioned by the woman, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but look around for a while, trying to leave quickly while the formation was not activated, waiting to meet up with Buddha.
A secret place with an owner and a secret place without an owner are two different concepts.
For example, the Buddhist disciples mentioned that the location of the Taoist Lord in the Yijihe River Holy Land is a secret place, and the Hantan Lake in the Xieluochuan Holy Land is also a secret place.
Just thinking about the owners of these secret places, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but shudder.
He used to be caught by his superiors during the raids at Shiwanda Mountain, so he had to work as a spy to survive. Now Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to be caught again.
The women must return to the palace. Zhang Xuezhou cannot always follow the footsteps of the women. He stepped over several low bushes and kept looking for the exit to return.
"Oops!"
When he stepped into a pavilion, Zhang Xuezhou could not help but shout.
What he just stepped on was a one-meter-high bush, but the scene after stepping on it turned into a pavilion.
Zhang Xuezhou looked back and saw that there were no bushes behind him.
Pieces of clouds and mist wrapped around the pavilion. Zhang Xuezhou glanced around and felt that there seemed to be an abyss hidden under the clouds and mist.
He stretched out his leg and touched it, and the feeling of emptiness suddenly came over him, completely losing the feeling of the bush before.
"If I jump back, will my jump in the illusion really be a jump? Will I really be able to escape from the illusion after jumping, or will I induce a more powerful illusion, or induce a killing array..."
With his legs and feet retracted, Zhang Xuezhou stared at the clouds and mist wrapping around the pavilion, but he didn't dare to jump.
In the end, he had no choice but to stay where he was according to Buddha's rules and wait quietly for the illusion to dissipate.
"The illusion even transformed into people!"
Zhang Xuezhou waited in the pavilion for a quarter of an hour. Before the illusion disappeared, he saw an old man with silver hair and beard stepping on the clouds and mist.
"Isn't this an illusion that turned Buddha into this?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought deeply, then stretched out his hand to say hello, and saw that the old man was also startled when he saw him.
"Who are you?" The old man pursed his lips and asked.
"I am an honest and reliable young man. Are you a Buddhist?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"Buddha?" The old man shrugged and said, "It's barely enough now!"
"You have turned into an old man, it must be just forced." Zhang Xuezhou sighed and then asked: "What do I look like in your eyes?"
"An ugly and old man!" the old man replied.
"Have I turned into an old man in your eyes?" Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "Sir, this place you brought me to is really terrible. These ancient formations can easily confuse your mind and vision. Do you have any questions?" reward?"
"I found a jug of wine, what about you?"
The old man raised a wine bottle and then asked Zhang Xuezhou.
"I woke up and saw a peach tree, and then I ate a small bite of the peach. I was drunk immediately and was buried in the soil for a long time. I just woke up." Zhang Xuezhou complained: "If it weren't for the piece you gave me Feather, I guess I’ve died twice.”
"Good feathers!"
The old man responded and then raised the wine bottle.
"Want a drink?" the old man asked.
"Does this wine have any effect on our consciousness?" Zhang Xuezhou asked cautiously.
"Spiritual consciousness?" The old man thought for a few seconds and then said: "It should have some effect."
"I feel like the Earth Spirit Fruit you gave me last night was fake. Is our wine real?" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"Keep it safe" the old man replied.
"Have a drink!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
He reached out to take the wine glass handed over by the old man. When he saw the other person, he drank it all in one gulp. He smelled the aroma of the wine and drank it too.
"This fruit wine tastes sour. I guess it's because the purification was not done properly and it was aged for a while. It tastes terrible!"
Zhang Xuezhou smacked his lips, feeling that he had drank a glass of low-quality fruit wine.
If it weren't for the effect of this kind of fruit wine on improving spiritual consciousness, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had no idea about this kind of fruit wine.
But the taste of the fruit wine also brought a bit of reality. At least what he put into his mouth was real, and it even made him feel a little elated.
"Are you sour?"
The old man took a sip and felt that Zhang Xuezhou's standards were too high.
"Have you ever seen better wine than this?" the old man asked.
"If you ask me if I've ever had a better wine, no, but if you ask me if I've ever seen a wine that tastes better than this, that's a lot!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about the fruit wines on the counter of the canteen, and felt that all of them tasted better than this spoiled wine.
His words were sincere and unadulterated, which made the old man fall into a life of doubt.
