After more than ten miles, the two sides looked at each other. Chen Qingqiao did not continue to fly closer and spoke first.
"Guanzhu Zhang, when we were working on a case in Xiahe Village, what kind of monster were we killing? Besides you and me, who else was in charge?"
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "The person who was killed was the moon-watching demon eel, and Yun Qiuhe was in charge at that time."
Being able to ask this question, the opposite person is the real Chen Guanzhu. At that time, Chen Guanzhu would encounter bad luck every time he went out to handle cases, and injuries and losses were commonplace.
A relieved smile appeared on Chen Qingqiao's face, and he cupped his hands and said, "In these extraordinary times, don't blame me for offending you."
Zhang Wenfeng returned the courtesy smile and said, "You're welcome, as it should be."
Lu Zijin shouted dissatisfied: "Old Chen, you have forgotten that I was also involved in the case of killing the Moon Demon Eel, and I was the one who found the clue first."
"How dare you forget your great contribution, Mr. Donkey? You secretly cast spells and rescued many emergencies. I only heard about it later from Zhang Guanzhu. I will bear it in my heart. It's disrespectful."
Chen Qingqiao was a well-rounded person who was very good at talking. He came close to him and joked with Lu Zijin.
"Haha, you're welcome!"
Lu Zijin happily held up his hands and smiled so hard that his eyes disappeared. He didn't care about the small contribution. For him, the sense of participation was more important.
Meeting in a dangerous place in a secret place, Chen Qingqiao expressed his solemn gratitude and guilt to Guanzhu Zhang for bringing people to help.
He was trapped in the Wanzhuan Corridor for more than ten years, fighting wits and courage with the monsters in the dark. On several occasions, he was attacked like a crazy donkey, but he could not wake up the donkey. After listening to Zhang Guanzhu's account, he learned about the two mirages. Behind the scenes, there are weapons spirits from the Little Heaven and Earth Heavy Weapons that are causing mischief. They can use fake magical powers to confuse the real ones, and can occasionally borrow the donkey's attacks without the donkey knowing about it. Fortunately, he had the magical power and secret method to escape, so he managed to persevere.
After hearing what Zhang Guanzhu said, the weapon spirit chose Xiao Ni'er as the successor, and then put all the people trapped in the darkness into the secret realm one after another, I understood a lot of doubts. After meeting Gu Fudo and You Lao, Chen Qingqiao briefly described the story that he was the reincarnation of the soul of a monk hundreds of years ago, but when the remnant soul awakened, his cultivation in this life was enough to withstand it, and instead swallowed the remnant soul. Again.
As far as he knows, Yang Shuilan of Liuzhihe also awakened the remnant soul of his previous life and devoured the soul of this life to achieve his current achievements. The same is true for Gu Quan of Jinfengguan, but the cultivation level in the previous life is different, and the cultivation level of the future life is also different. It differentiates between speed and speed.
Many of the magical powers and secrets he learned, as well as the information about the secret realm of Yanyuan, were obtained from the remnant souls he devoured. However, the memory of the remnant souls was lost, and he did not know that this place was in such a dangerous situation, otherwise he would be stupid enough to trap himself. Jedi?
Zhang Guanzhu can go through fire and water to help his friends. If he doesn't tell the reason openly and honestly, his friends may not be able to do anything anymore. No one is a fool.
Lu Zijin curled his lips and shouted: "Old Chen, you hid it deep enough, hmm, I treat you as a close friend. That time you lied to me and said that the thousand-year-old medicinal herbs in the secret place were used as spiritual herbs, I just saw them all over the place yellow sand
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and interrupted Donkey's complaints. This guy is too easy to deceive. He just believes what others say? He said: "When we find a way out, and we have to completely get out of the secret realm, you can go to the medicine garden of Qingshui Temple to eat it for three days, Guanzhu Chen will not stop you."
Chen Qingqiao hurriedly smiled and agreed: "Yes, Mr. Donkey, you can eat them all as you please." Like a magic trick, three wine jars appeared in front of him and said, "I know you, Mr. Donkey, are good at this. I am trapped in the darkness." The land has been reserved for you, and the wine has not been wasted."
"Haha, Mr. Chen, you understand me very well. If I am drunk now, I will leave all the troubles to you, Master Guanzhu and You Ye. I will only use my brute strength."
Lu Zijin quickly accepted the generous gift, grinned and opened a jar with his teeth. He had already finished drinking the wine he had prepared in the storage space. It felt like there was a claw scratching in his throat, and he drank a sip of the wine. Squint your eyes and enjoy it, no worries at all.
You Mengchang had been silently calculating, giving the foodie donkey a look of contempt, and just dismissed the three jars of wine. He didn't know how to rip him off?
Zhang Wenfeng brought the topic back to the mountainous area of more than fifty miles in front of him.
The last sunset in the sky dims
It was pale, and the mountains stood as silent as death in the twilight. There were no birds chirping, no children playing, even the smoke was weak, and an inexplicable desolation and sadness shrouded it. "In this mountain area, I noticed the auras of mountain gods everywhere. They are all third-level cultivators. They are hiding underground and do not dare to show their faces. I am waiting for you to come, so I have no trouble to arrest them for questioning."
Gu Fudo told the news he learned in advance for Guanzhu Zhang's reference.
"The Shuling Mountains may be the last place of survival in the entire secret realm. It's not surprising that there are so many mountain gods who have lost their territory. Why don't we go around for a while, then go to the top of the mountain, Shudun Peak, where we can stop and call out the mountain gods to ask about the situation. ?」
In front of outsiders, You Mengchang did not make his own decisions. He used a discussion tone.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded in agreement and kicked the donkey who was just drinking.
Several people flew west along the mountainside.
The trees at the foot of the mountain and in the valleys were severely cut down, and fields were opened up. The crops and vegetables were not growing well, and the weeds were carefully cleared. There were wooden sheds for cooking and cooking in the forest, and there were hoes, pots, etc. Tools, empty.
The evening breeze blows away the hot heat of the day, and in the dark caves or stone castle cottages, there are pairs of eyes peering out, feeling numb, hating, disgusting, and fearful... There are many people crowded in each cottage and cave, wearing no clothes. The body is covered, the face is yellow and the muscles are thin.
The wells were covered with stone slabs and locked with iron chains. Dark gold, dark copper or blackened gods were enshrined in the cottages and caves, and unburned twigs were inserted into the incense burners. Zhang Wenfeng silently glanced at the mortal beings struggling to survive in the desperate situation of the doomsday.
He found no old people and very few children, and immediately understood what was going on. These people live a life of despair and precarity. Even filling their stomachs is a problem. The elderly and children will only become a burden...
"It's too awful."
The heartless Lu Zijin put away his wine jar and muttered something.
After flying around for dozens of miles, Kame Fudo pointed out the two locations where he found the mountain god. He could no longer detect the aura of the mountain god. He must have hid deep underground, so everyone continued flying without paying attention.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped. They were now in the northwest of the mountain range. He pointed at the deep canyon at the foot of the mountain and said, "There is ghost energy there... Good guy, it's a ghost nest."
He was much more sensitive to ghost energy and yin energy than ordinary people of the same level. After careful inspection, he found that the covered valley below was as deep as a hundred feet. The dark ghost energy was rich and there were countless ghosts living in it.
You Mengchang showed an interested look. The Yin-Yang Road in Yanyuan Secret Realm was isolated, and the ghosts and ghosts could not go to the underworld. There was no place to go, but they gathered together to create a small ghost realm here, and said: "Let's go down and have a look." Stop it. Lu Zi entered unconsciously and said: "Master Donkey, you are full of righteousness, lightning, abundant yang energy, and majestic, so don't go down and scare the little ghosts."
Wen Zijin scratched his hair. Why did Old Man You's words sound awkward? As if scolding him.
Chen Qingqiao smiled and said: "I'm talking to fellow Taoist Lu, so I won't join in the fun."
Just like other people, they couldn't hear that the old man didn't want them to go.
The turtle didn't move and stopped.
Zhang Wenfeng and You Lao floated down to the top of the canyon. They did not show their momentum, but they still alarmed many ghosts at the bottom of the canyon, causing a commotion. Most of the ghosts retracted into the large and small caves at the bottom of the canyon, leaving a few slightly solid ghosts. Be careful. Watch out for the top.
Not long after, an old man with a blurry face covered in black energy flew from the depths of the valley. He was about fifty feet away. He bowed his hands and saluted respectfully:
"The ghost cultivator of Stump Valley is here to pay homage to two immortals. I wonder what the immortals have ordered?" You Mengchang looked at the old man and shouted at him, "That's not right. You are obviously a mountain god. Why are you pretending to be a ghost cultivator? Are you trying to trick me into being ignorant?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare. The Dharma Eyes of the Immortal are like torches, and the little old man has nowhere to hide. Eight hundred years ago, the little old man was indeed a mountain god. Later, he fell into the ghost way and lived in the world, and became like this. God’s appearance is not intentionally concealed.”
The old man bowed and explained with a smile on his face.
Even though he was like this, how could he still be recognized by foreign monks at a glance?
The long dream of wandering
Reluctant to let go of the seemingly groveling ghost cultivator, the Mountain God continued: "You ghost cultivator is dishonest. You obviously have a fourth-level cultivation, but you are pretending to be a third-level cultivator in front of me. You are bullying." Don’t I have a sharp eye?”
The old man almost broke out in fear, and his figure disappeared into the air in a flash, leaving behind a cloud of black air.
He couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only hide.
