Pieces of smoky fiery rocks roared down from the sky,
"Bangtong"
The "bangtong" smashed into the sea, splashing huge water column waves, and the steam filled the air. A faint, shrill howl sounded occasionally, and it was unknown where it came from.
Thousands of miles of sea area ushered in several waves of rock fragments, which lasted from noon to evening. A huge stone arch standing on the seabed was smashed into a pile of ruins by countless stones falling from the sky, and was buried under sand and gravel without leaving a trace.
The weapon spirit trapped in the darkness showed a vague figure, trembling like a dying old man. He interfered too much in the secret realm through the body of the treasure. During the collapse of the secret realm, he suffered huge backlash and could only barely maintain his human form.
After nearly a thousand years of intrigue and intrigue, it finally came to such a tragic end, and he was filled with sadness. Originally everything was going well, there were two possible ways out, he was full of confidence and hesitation, but it was all his fault that Taoist Zhang had extinguished all his hopes at the last moment. He was so unwilling to accept it.
He felt that his energy was slowly passing away, and maybe before long, he would fall into a deep sleep in the darkness.
Don’t know when it will be when you wake up again?
"Alas!" Zhang Wenfeng took one step forward, and when he reappeared through the ghost gate, he arrived at the familiar back mountain. Behind him were Lu Zijin, Xiao Ni'er, Chen Qingqiao and Guifang who came out one after another. The water droplets, after entering the human world, come out lightly.
It was a summer evening, not long after finishing evening classes. The fluctuation caused by the appearance of everyone immediately alarmed many experts.
Tu Kun was looking through the fragments of scriptures compiled by Shi Nanguan in the Jingyi Hall. He looked up and said with a smile: "Good guys, they are all back. I will go to the underworld again depending on the situation." He shook his head. The body disappeared.
The entire Fairy Spirit Temple fell into a rare excitement, with lights on the hills everywhere and people buzzing. Xiao Ni'er grabbed Sha Ni'er and Hu Qiang'er, whose faces were full of joy, and shouted with joy. She didn't forget to turn around and say hello to Chou Liande, then flew away to show off this rare, bizarre and thrilling trip. She couldn't finish talking about it for three days and three nights. Of course, she would never mention the embarrassing incident of being assassinated by that weapon spirit.
Lu Zijin laughed loudly and slapped the huge mountain badger that was rubbing against the viewer. The pain for his godson was in vain, but he was in a good mood. He had gained a lot from his sixteen or seventeen years of travel and adventure. Let’s give him a shout.
"Here comes the wine."
"Swish", many wine gourds and wine jars flew away. Lu Zijin accepted them all and raised his head.
"Gulu gulu" took a sip, and shouted with a breath of wine: "Happy!" Zhang Wenfeng greeted the local protector, the mountain chief, Senior Sister Yue and others, grabbed a jade hand, and did not let go, Yun Qiu He's cheeks turned red and he followed the viewer to listen to their speech.
Chen Qingqiao said polite words for a while and agreed with Zhang Guanzhu to go to Huanye Wasteland tomorrow morning. At that time, after more than a hundred years of civilization, the wilderness had been established as a county to accommodate immigrants and exiled prisoners.
They discussed placing the mortals and monks who survived the secret realm in the vast and sparsely populated Huanye County. Only on the border could they easily arrange for the residence and cultivation of 100,000 people.
Compared with the harsh environment of the mysterious mountains, Huanye County with fertile land and warm climate is simply a paradise on earth for the people who have suffered so much for the rest of their lives after the disaster.
Chen Qingqiao hurriedly returned to Qingshui Temple. He wanted to go to Huanye County with the sect monks overnight, divide the land, arrange for manpower to prepare to buy a large amount of food, clothing, daily utensils, etc., and also summon the Daolu Academy and the Nanjiang Prefecture Daolu Branch. Although the things were complicated, he took the trouble to implement them one by one.
Zhang Wenfeng, the mountain chief and others sat down in the west hall of the old Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. They briefly told the adventure and asked the mountain chief to arrange people to go to Huanye County early tomorrow morning to purchase supplies and food, help settle the mortals, etc. After talking for more than half an hour, they dispersed.
Early the next morning, Zhang Wenfeng and his wife walked together, followed by the lively Xiao Ni'er and Lu Zijin. There was such a large group of people, Gui Fudo mingled among them, chatting with You Mengchang, and everything must be done from beginning to end. , let alone the final stage of implementing the great merits, no one will be lazy to go there.
By the time Zhang Wenfeng and his entourage arrived, the mountain chief had dispatched manpower overnight, and many monks from Qingshui Temple had used spells to level several residential areas dozens of miles in size. Roads were being built in full swing. Huanye County government officials were carrying water and sweeping , the county magistrate and a group of officials are waiting to receive the new people.
Chen Qingqiao flew forward, said hello, and said: "Please wait a moment, the Taoist Supervisor and the Great Heavenly Master will arrive soon. They want to do their best to participate in such a grand event." Before Zhang Wenfeng could speak, Xiaoni Tong'er shouted: "People of their age also like to join in the fun." Tong's words were so unbridled that everyone laughed.
After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, more than ten people including the Taoist Supervisor, the Great Heavenly Master, Zhu Xun, etc. arrived. They were polite for a while, and after a simple ceremony, Zhang Wenfeng cast a spell to reveal the Bridge of Purity, and stayed in the Hall of Zhenhun for three days. The mortals of Heaven, with the support of low-level monks, dragged their families and their families to embark on a strange land.
A monk came forward, took the mortals to a nearby place to register, and distributed hot food and water. Many mortals prostrate themselves on the ancient land, prostrate themselves on the ground, choked with sobs and give thanks.
Being able to survive is their simple concept of continuing their incense. Xiao Ni'er watched for a while and felt bored. She swam around in the air like a fish. She found Old Man You who was talking to Guifu Fudo more than ten miles away, and shouted: "Old Man You, when are we going?" Looking for bad luck from that weapon spirit?" Last time in Gucheng on the battlefield outside the territory, Old Man You told her fortune and told her that she had an unlucky constitution and would be easily missed by bad people when she went out.
She was so angry that she ignored Old Man You for a long time. You Mengchang stretched out his fingers and pretended to calculate for a long time. He had already calculated in advance last night using the green and black aura. He said mysteriously: "Wait for half a month. The weapon spirit is too stupid to reach. It will harm your luck. He will not be able to get it if the secret realm collapses." Okay, in a few days we will go to that sea area to find his body, and we can cure him as we want, and you can throw him into a pit and let him soak for a hundred years." He already felt that he had been influenced to be more open-minded, but his weapon Ling, the guy who needs to be dealt with, let him break his merits.
Xiao Ni'er smiled and felt that Old Man You was the most pleasing to the eye at this time, and said: "That bad guy is too cheap to be thrown into the pit. I must light a candle and torture him for a hundred years, so that he can't live or die..." Guifu Fudo He interjected and admonished: "King Carp, you can't kill someone without a nod, just kill him and take revenge. You don't have to use any means to add trouble and karma to yourself. It won't ruin your mood." Xiao Ni'er rolled his eyes, Old Turtle When did you believe this stuff?
It wasn't like this before.
"You Lao, we won't go into the Wanzhuan Corridor again, will we?" Xiao Ni'er was a little worried. She still had lingering fears about that dark place.
You Mengchang smiled and said: "No, the weapon spirit is the result of his own misfortune. He will fall into a deep sleep after suffering the backlash. The mark left by you is a blessing for you. So, Xiao Ni'er You have to take out your valuable treasure to thank me for my advice."
"As long as I can tidy up the artifacts, I will grit my teeth and take out a treasure that satisfies you as a thank you gift... Mr. You, you won't really accept things from children, will you? It's said that you have a bad reputation. You cherish feathers so much. You are so virtuous and respected."
"I prefer treasures. The temple master often says, 'False fame is like a floating cloud to me,' which makes sense." You Mengchang knew how difficult it was to get treasures from a little carp with the blood of a dragon. He did not believe in evil, but preferred to Gotta try it.
