Yang Zhao stood on the top of the mountain and felt a sudden coldness all over her body. The cold made her stiff all over, and only her teeth were chattering.
She knew that the beautiful woman in black had misunderstood, and quickly shook her head and waved her hands.
"Senior, there is a misunderstanding. Death is a big deal for us. Tomb robbing has been illegal since ancient times. We still have the tradition of returning fallen leaves to their roots. I just want to see the great monk. If he wants to go back before he dies, I will Help him."
The beautiful woman in black finally had a look of curiosity in her eyes.
"You're not ashamed of your words. I've known him for so many years, and he was buried by me. Now I won't be allowed to touch his cemetery. How dare you, a little girl who has never been masked, boast about this?"
As soon as her mood eased, Yang Zhao's body warmed up.
"Senior is kind, but junior is not sure. I just want to have a look. If he allows me, I will send him back home. If he doesn't want to, I will only pay my respects."
"Listen to what you said, little girl, you are quite confident."
The beautiful woman in black suddenly became excited.
"Well, if you, a little girl, can make that great monk open the tomb, how about I give you another good thing?"
"Senior, you..."
Before Yang Zhao could finish his words, the beautiful woman in black waved her big sleeves and carried Yang Zhao away.
"Okay, don't worry about it. Come on, I'll take you to find the great monk's grave."
Yang Zhao only felt black and white in front of her eyes, and the continuous changes in space made her chest tight, short of breath, dizzy, and her stomach churned up and down as if she was motion sick.
It went black and white like this for half a stick of incense, and the beautiful woman in black finally stopped.
Yang Zhao quickly broke away from her hand, rolled and crawled away, and started retching.
The beautiful woman in black looked at her actions and moved to the top of a nearby mountain in disgust, muttering.
"How could I forget that she is only in the foundation building stage? Tsk, how can a human being be so weak? She can't even compare to my newborn son."
Yang Zhao didn't know the series of actions of the beautiful woman in black. She was squatting there until she was vomiting, and she no longer cared about him.
Unfortunately, she had just stuffed two Bigu Pills in the morning, and there was nothing in her stomach for her to vomit.
It took her a long while before she could take a breath and circulate the Sanqing Zhengyang Meridian to suppress the discomfort.
She used a water ball to rinse her mouth, wash her hands and face, pinched it with one hand to perform a cleansing spell on herself, and then turned around to find the beautiful woman in black.
Unfortunately, there was nothing around her.
The wind and sunshine here are beautiful, the vegetation is green, and the flowers are in bloom. There are rolling green mountains in the distance, and the gurgling river nearby. Birds are flying, insects are chirping, and the leaves are ringing. It is a lively scene in summer.
"Hey, I'm here, you can fly up here."
When Yang Zhao heard the sound, he went over and saw the beautiful woman in black standing on the top of a nearby mountain. She flew over on her tiptoes.
"Senior, this junior has lost his temper."
The beautiful woman in black still looked at her with disgust, took two steps back and distanced herself.
"You are still too weak, do you understand that you need to practice diligently?"
She was said to be practicing too fast before, but now she thinks she is practicing too slowly. What Yang Zhao could say, she could only say thank you.
"Yes, thank you senior for your teaching. I will definitely practice more diligently after I return."
Seeing that her attitude was quite good, the beautiful woman in black didn't blame her too much, but shouted something.
"Where is the Mountain Lord?"
The wind carried the sound out, and echoes came from the valley.
After a while, Yang Zhao heard the voice of a big man.
"The general is here. This place is a restricted area. Why are you here, senior?"
The beautiful woman in black didn't have a good attitude towards others, including the kindergarten director, Lao Fuxian, but she was somewhat polite to the mountain master.
"I'm here to pay homage to my old friend. There should be a record in the mountain master's account book."
"Senior, wait a moment."
The mountain master's voice stopped for a while, as if he was going to look through his account book.
Suddenly, a black paper umbrella flew up from the sky and stopped in front of Yang Zhao and the others.
"There is indeed a record in the ledger. Senior, please go in and remember to put the umbrella back when you come out."
"Thank you Shanzun for being so accommodating. I'll be back soon."
The beautiful woman in black grabbed a black umbrella and opened it. Yang Zhao followed suit and grabbed another black umbrella and held it above his head.
As soon as the umbrella opened, the sky suddenly darkened, and the scenery in front of Yang Zhao completely changed.
A pungent smell suddenly penetrated her nasal cavity, and the crackling sound was deafening. She suddenly felt as if the train had overturned.
The originally beautiful wind and sunshine turned into a sky full of dark clouds, and the original endless green mountains turned into endless craters. Huge volcanic dust was sprayed into the sky by the earth, blocking the sky and the sun like night.
And the small river she just saw had turned into rushing lava. The lava flowed down from hundreds of volcanic craters, dyeing the earth black and red. She even saw hundreds of lava lakes. Boiling.
What a scene from hell!
There are no flowers, grass, trees, or animals, birds, fish or insects here. Yang Zhao and the others look particularly out of place just standing here.
This is hell and no living thing is welcome.
Seeing her shocked look, the beautiful woman in black felt a little disgusted.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's go."
It took Yang Zhao a moment to react. She was flying behind the beautiful woman in black.
"Senior, how come the great monk is buried here? Are there still bones buried here?"
"This place was a geomantic treasure in the beginning. I picked it for the great monk. Who knew that hundreds of years ago, the earth's veins were restless, and the volcanoes from the Wind Chime Continent spread to this place, and instantly roasted the great monk's grave."
As she spoke, the beautiful woman in black smiled.
"When I heard the news, I wanted to move the monk to a new home, but he was stingy. He tried several times, but he wouldn't let me move. This is probably what he said. If I don't go to hell, who will? Go to hell.”
No, no, no, that’s not what this sentence means. Even Buddha doesn’t want to stay in this hell.
Yang Zhao shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, but he only dared to complain in his heart.
They held an umbrella and walked for a while before stopping for a cup of tea. The beautiful woman in black pointed at a small dark dirt bag on the ground.
"Here, look, this is the great monk's grave."
It was a dark, small earthen bag covered with thick volcanic ash, no more than 20 centimeters high, with a gentle slope and not even a tombstone. It was very inconspicuous.
If the beautiful woman in black hadn't pointed with her finger, Yang Zhao would have stepped on it without even realizing it.
"It looks very simple." She couldn't express any other compliments without conscience.
The smile on the face of the beautiful woman in black became even brighter.
"But there are benefits to this volcano after it comes. I don't have to pull weeds every time I come back. It has been kept clean for hundreds of years, which saves me a lot of energy. If this monk didn't have a vajra body, he would probably be roasted twice as hard now. Fragrant."
After she finished speaking, she probably smashed her mouth.
What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this?
