Drowsily, Qiu Ping had a dream.
He dreamed of a towering stone monument that was half-broken.
In a daze, he had some impression that this seemed to be the Huangquan Terrace, but more than half of the Huangquan Terrace he saw at the beginning was submerged in the sea, but now this one has completely emerged from the water.
On the Huangquan Platform, countless terrifying cracks appeared. It seems that as long as you blow a breath, the entire stone tablet will collapse.
Qiu Ping felt a little distressed inexplicably. It seemed that the Huangquan Terrace had hit Abijiji, and the main body was damaged.
He looked up at the entire stone tablet, looking at every large word on it. The originally clumsy and thick words were covered with cracks like spider webs.
"Here we go to Quantai to recruit the old troops and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners."
Qiu Ping was filled with emotion. He remembered that he had recited these words when he first landed on the Underworld Platform.
Then he became... the challenger.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, figures suddenly appeared on the Huangquan platform in front of him.
There is the dead ghost boy, the evil ghost who attacks him with sinister thunder, as well as the shrimp patrol, the Daping Mountain Spring God, many other gods, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Qiu Ping was shocked at first, but then he discovered that these figures seemed to have lost their sense of self, standing there like puppets on strings.
"These...are these dead beings?"
Although he didn't know when the evil ghost man Wu Jian Gui Xie died, anyway, the ghost boy and other gods were dead, and he could deduce it with a little reasoning.
"But what are these dead people doing here? They won't be resurrected with the help of Huangquan Terrace..." Qiu Ping was inexplicably frightened because there were too many figures in front of him. With the addition of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the total number could reach more than 70,000.
Almost all the gods and soldiers died in Abi Hell.
Just when he had this idea, all the figures in front of him opened their eyes in an instant. There was no emotion in the pupils, and they were cold and stiff.
Especially the ghost boy jumped up high and charged towards him with one move.
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"Ah..." Qiu Ping suddenly woke up from his dream. He opened his eyes, but found that he was still in his own ancient well, and everything just now was just an illusion.
"Fortunately, it was a dream." When he thought about everything in his dream, he felt horrified.
Qiu Ping twisted his body, and most of the injuries on his back had recovered. Fortunately, the city god took action and removed the poison of the resentful ghost for him, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to bear it.
These days, he doesn't have to go to work anymore. He pours various tonics into his stomach all day long, and his recovery speed is pretty good.
"Big man...Is the big man here?"
Just when he was about to eat a few more heavenly fish food to calm down his shock, he suddenly heard shouting and screaming coming from outside the ancient well.
Before he could answer, he heard a splash into the water, and then saw a little mouse slithering into his temple.
"Lord Mountain God, what do you do for a living?" Qiu Ping quietly gathered two masses of water and stuffed them into his ears.
"No, this is for you." The shrew pulled hard and dragged out a fruit that was more than ten times bigger than him.
The fruit was golden in color, shaped like a human hand, and looked somewhat magical.
"what is this?"
Qiu Ping saw this kind of fruit for the first time, and it seemed delicious.
"This is called chayote, a specialty of Huangzhongshan. It has a good effect on recovering injuries and increasing cultivation. I brought it to you to try." The shrew jumped on the fruit and stepped on one of the fingers of the bergamot, feeling proud. said.
"I don't study well, so don't lie to me. When did Huang Zhongshan produce this thing?" Qiu Ping looked at the shrew with some suspicion. Huang Zhongshan is in Changning County. If there was such a specialty, he would have heard about it long ago. .
"Hey, why do you care so much? Come on, take a bite, it's delicious." After saying this, the shrew lay on it and took a big bite, chewing it.
Qiu Ping saw that he ate deliciously, and immediately felt his mouth watering, so he started eating together.
The taste of this chayote is actually average, even slightly bitter, but when he eats it, it instantly turns into a gentle warm current, as if there is a little sun in his belly, constantly stimulating his vitality.
The injuries on his back have also improved a lot and are healing at a faster pace.
Qiu Ping was shocked. The effect of this thing was too strong. The recovery effect of heavenly fish food was not as strong as that of chayote.
"Let me tell you, I can give you such a great gift. In addition to my hard work in cultivation, this chayote also provides some help." Qiu Ping has just eaten one bergamot, and the shrew has already eaten four. .
"Do you want to eat more? I still have some in my garden. I'll take you to pick some more." The shrew said mysteriously.
Qiu Ping was immediately moved. He should have a better attitude towards this rat spirit in the future and be more diligent in flattering him. Although this guy is careless, he is really generous with his actions.
Don’t say it anymore, from now on you will be my brother, your home will be my home, and your orchard will be my orchard...
Since our relationship is so good, what else can we say? Since it's hard to refuse kindness, we have to do it reluctantly.
The shrew also became excited, and immediately pulled Qiu Ping and left the ancient well along the underground river.
Huangzhong Mountain is located in the southeast of Changning County. It is a branch of the Changyuan Mountains. There are several peaks in it, the highest of which can be a hundred feet high.
Qiu Ping remembered that the group of bats near Huangao Village migrated from Huangzhong Mountain.
"Uh-huh."
Qiu Ping flicked his tail, and his head emerged from the pond on the side, while the shrew jumped up and down, stepping on the water to the shore.
Looking into the distance, you can see several undulating peaks connected together. Although they look a bit bare due to the winter, you can still get a glimpse of aura from the mountains.
Mountain gods are different from earthly water officials. The latter are closely related to the livelihood of the people. Therefore, with the large-scale coverage of Shinto, almost every land and water where the people live has gods settled there.
After all, there are only a few people living in the mountains, so the number of mountain gods is much smaller.
However, the status of the gods of famous mountains and rivers is very high. Some mountains can form their own caves or connect to the underworld, almost equivalent to independent divine systems, and they will not pay much attention to the city god's edicts.
"Bang..."
Just when Qiu Ping was about to enter Huangzhong Mountain with Shrew, he suddenly heard a long bell.
The bells rang several times in succession, spreading throughout the entire mountain range. Regardless of whether they were immortals or secular people, they felt their hearts trembled when they heard the sound, as if they had been cleansed.
Qiu Ping suddenly remembered that the reason why that group of bats migrated was because a group of monks settled in Huangzhong Mountain and made them noisy.
