The giant turtle fell from the sky, making a snapping sound, crushing a small tree and shrub on the edge of the mountain road, and fell into the depression. The turtle didn't move and turned around and said, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come on up, I'll take you to Stump Canyon." .”
The three low-level monks responsible for escorting the team reacted and shouted: "Quick, climb on the back of the Immortal."
The group of mortals dragging their families and families to flee burst into cheers. In surprise, they rushed towards the huge turtle ten feet away, shouting "Thank you to the immortal for saving our lives" and "My benefactor, we are saved."
The mountain road was shaking constantly, and rocks of various sizes rolled down from high places from time to time. Many people were killed and injured by stones along the way. The seriously injured were abandoned on the road and left to fend for themselves, while the lightly injured were helped by their relatives to escape together. .
For more than ten years, Kame Fudo would show his true form and swim in the sky every time there is a natural disaster or violent rain. He would cast spells to ward off disasters. He had long been known to the mortals and monks living in the mountains. This was their first close contact with him. He was aloof before. The Turtle Immortal.
Countless rope-like mist floated around Turtle Fudo, rolling up the approaching mortals one by one, and gently placing them on the curved back of the turtle to secure them. In just a moment, more than a hundred people were loaded onto his back, and they flew smoothly into the air. , heading towards the northwest in the face of the raging wind, with the black and huge mountain peaks shadowed below.
The crowd let out a suppressed scream, which was quickly stopped by three low-level monks.
The wind and sand on the turtle's back can't get into it, it doesn't shake, it flies very fast, and it takes only half a word to reach the distance of dozens of miles. This is because the turtle can't take care of the weak body of mortals, and it only takes him a round trip. Time is mainly wasted in the process of placing mortals on his back. He transported mortals fleeing for their lives in the mountains one trip after another. He couldn't keep track of how many people he had rescued.
In the long years of nearly two thousand years, he has already cultivated his heart like an ancient well. Except for a few things that he cares about, he will not look at irrelevant people or monsters. However, he has rescued mortals from natural disasters again and again, especially this time when he saw mortals Faced with the bloody disaster and the life and death struggle, it touched my heart.
The arrogant donkey often talked to him about what he had seen and heard on the rivers and lakes, and the different customs and customs in different places. He would also talk about "merits", "karma", "it stems from the original intention, stop in moderation", "if you leave the world and suffer, it will be difficult to understand the world." "Tao" and the like, bits and pieces that I heard somewhere, and then showed them to him in full.
He just kept his ears open anyway, and responded with an occasional "Uh-oh" just to keep the conversation cool. After listening to it for more than ten years, he learned a lot of knowledge that touched him.
He truly felt the "human suffering" of others. Compared with the hunting and killing for a bite of food that he witnessed in the demon clan's territory, it was a different kind of cruelty. The lives of mortals were too fragile like ants. Transporting mortals back and forth, his turtle's back was stained with blood, dirt, rotten leaves, tears, feces, and urine, and he didn't stop until daylight.
The mountains within a radius of fifty miles were devastated. Half of the mountain tops were cracked and collapsed. The trees were broken and broken. There were corpses, broken cans, and discarded dry food bags everywhere. The black air of the mountain guarding formation was no longer formed, with patches here and there.
Chen Qingqiao put away two huge skins connected together and was busy transporting mortals for most of the night. His mana consumption was much greater than that of Kame Fudo. The mortals he rescued were almost as good as Kame Fudo. He used his mana to wrap the last few people he found. A seriously injured living person shouted at the turtle: "Old turtle, let's go."
Turtle Fudo turned into a human and followed silently. The weapon spirit that had been crazy for half the night also stopped going crazy.
The wind died down and the ground shaking disappeared.
The yellow sand floating in the air fell one after another.
Arriving at the top of the canyon, Lu Zijin and You Mengchang also flew over.
"Thank you for all your efforts, fellow Taoists, to save us. Otherwise, I don't know how many mortals would have died in this disaster. Alas, it is finally coming to an end."
Mo Shu and the other four mountain gods bowed their hands and thanked them. One hundred and twenty thousand mortals had lost more than ten thousand people in last night's accident, and the losses had been greatly reduced.
They had discussed before that they wanted to transport the mortals away quietly bit by bit. They were worried that the weapon spirits would do hidden tricks on the mortals. If they discovered their intentions, it would be more troublesome and passive. They could simply organize the mortals to retreat at the same time and use strategies to attack them. Hurt the angry weapon spirit.
You Mengchang smiled and returned the gift: "
You're welcome, I'll leave the rest of the trouble to you. "
After the first attack he had planned last night was successful, the weapon spirit had some scruples, and the attack launched from a distance was weakened a lot. He sneaked closer twice, but he calculated them all and told Lu Zi to advance. The weapon spirit was driven away.
Mo Shu smiled and said, "That's right. Everyone, wait a moment."
The figure disappeared from the spot. After a moment, the whole world seemed to shake. A strange and vague buzzing sound came from somewhere, which made several people feel hairy and had a palpitating feeling of impending disaster. They all knew that the secret realm was about to collapse.
When he reappeared, Mo Shu had turned into a burning black and light golden flame. Several wooden boxes were thrown to everyone.
"Everyone is careful, please accept the fragments of the Origin Bead and go down!"
There were two wooden boxes in front of Kame Fudo. He knew that the other one was for the sleeping Carp King, so he put the boxes away without saying a word, cupped his hands, and followed Lu who said, "You're too polite, take care of yourself." After Zijin entered, he ducked down into the black air of the canyon.
He noticed that You Meng Changxin collected two wooden boxes.
The feeling of heart palpitations became more and more obvious. At Zhang Guanzhu's invitation, he stepped onto the black bridge and walked into the depths.
Chen Qingqiao had already handed over the wounded in his hands to Lu Zijin to take away. He was left alone at the end. Mo Shu's message came to his ears: "Fu Quan, the remaining six fragments are all for your distribution. Please protect our secret realm." The remaining descendant blood, please!"
As various past events emerged, Chen Qingqiao looked solemn, put away the wooden box, bowed deeply and said goodbye: "Fu Quan will never let you down." He took over this heavy cause and effect for his previous life. "Come on, the weapon spirit is preparing a powerful attack. He is a trapped beast. We are playing with him. We have suffered from the cowardice for hundreds of years. It's over. We can finally get some interest back with our own hands."
After Mo Shu finished speaking, he and the other four flames were thrown into the human-faced black drum floating in the air. The faint sound of the drum shook people's soul. The black drum quickly expanded to a size of about ten feet. The face with closed eyes on the drum looked up to the sky. It was extremely weird. The carved dragon hovered around the edge, emitting a captivating dim light and flaming golden light. .
Chen Qingqiao stopped talking nonsense, ducked down below, bowed to Zhang Guanzhu who was strolling leisurely, stepped onto the Bridge of Life and walked into the dark little ghost realm.
Xiao Ni'er finally woke up from her deep sleep, flew out of the vial, transformed into a human form, and curiously looked at the surrounding scene.
"This is... the new space created by the temple master, the small ghost realm?"
"Yes, Magikarp, how do you feel?"
"I'm not sleepy here anymore. This place is isolated from all influences. That weapon spirit is so abominable. When I catch him, I won't pluck out his skin and make a candle to light it for a hundred years, huh."
Although Xiao Ni'er didn't like the yin environment, she was able to get rid of the feeling of being sleepy to the core. She was so relaxed that she seemed to be reborn. She looked at Old Man You who looked her up and down and shouted: "Hey, old man, are you there?" Can you help me find the secret mark planted by the weapon spirit here?" You Mengchang chuckled and rubbed his fingers, the meaning is obvious.
Xiao Ni'er was overjoyed and immediately put on a sweet smile, turning on the ladylike mode of smearing honey on her lips: "Don't worry, Mr. You, as long as you help me remove the mark, you will definitely be rewarded..."
This was the first time she was polite to an old man who never showed his true colors to others.
Before Ma Liu finished his flattery, the entire ghost realm space of more than a hundred miles suddenly shook.
Groups of mortals sitting on the ground, narrowly escaping from death, screamed.
