The bamboo forest is quiet and the birds chirping crisply.
Bai Yujun likes the cool feeling in the bamboo forest. It is not hot and the climate is suitable, making it very suitable for snakes to live.
The broken door at the entrance of Zhuquan Temple was leaning crookedly. The snake demon boy carefully used a piece of thick bamboo to push it gently, making sure it was against the frame and not the rotten wooden board. He was afraid of using too much force and damaging the door. The carpenter monkey had not been to bamboo for a long time. Quan Temple.
The green bamboo forest is quiet and peaceful, and there is a temple with green bricks and gray tiles in the middle of the mountain.
Bai Yujun, who had been resting in Zhuquan Temple for more than a month, was preparing to return to Taoism. The master invited him on February 2nd, so he should go back and have a look after delaying it for so long.
Bai Yujun stepped across the dented threshold.
Qingling Lao Huixian and other friends went out to see her off, but Changlian didn't come and was carrying water and growing vegetables in the backyard.
The crooked plaque is cracked, under the pavilion.
"Okay, okay, it's not like we'll never see each other again. Listen to Ben Long's advice. There's no rush to destroy the Hell Rift. The most important thing is to live safely."
When it comes to living, I am very experienced and can be called an expert.
Many forces in the Immortal Realm are unwilling to fight against Hell and turn a blind eye on the excuse of resisting the demons. Although Zhuquan Temple is strong, the number of people is too small. It is more than enough to protect themselves, but not enough to make progress through strategy.
"Sister, I also want to go with you..."
Qing Ling was very sad. She missed those days in her hometown and Snake Valley.
"Such a big snake needs to be steady. Look at the iron ball. It's very steady. If those little snakes see it, how can it maintain its majesty in the snake demon empire?"
After saying that, he patted Tie Qiu on the shoulder to show encouragement. Unexpectedly, he patted Tie Qiu's shoulder and the wine bug squeaked.
Bai Yujun looked at the patches on Old Huixian's body and the rag shoes with open toes.
"To be honest, this dragon has been walking around the world for more than three thousand years, and you are the worst old monk I have ever seen."
It was rare for Lao Huixian to blush.
The big toe retracted hard.
"It's good. It's breathable and cool."
Next to him, Xiao Shitou also followed Huixian's example and stretched out his big toe.
Bai Yujun rolled his eyes.
"Okay, stop acting. I won't give away a single copper coin for free, not even half."
When Bai Yujun was staying for a while, he discovered that the lamp oil in the temple was almost out. Not to mention that Lao Huixian was short of money, he didn't even have a bag to put things in. He had to go down the mountain to buy rapeseed oil, but the money box was not as rich as the Bamboo Rat's Nest. .
I originally taught Zhuquan Temple to set up a stall, but the result was that there was no place to do business in the war.
The old monk made bamboo baskets and other things, but they also couldn't be sold.
I have become poor every time I go back and forth. The long-faced man who carries water and grows vegetables in the backyard thinks it is a kind of spiritual practice. He eats bamboo shoots the most, but he doesn’t know that it is just because he is too poor...
Lao Huixian's face became even more embarrassed, which actually made Moubai feel embarrassed.
Roll your eyes.
"That's all, this is the rags I have accumulated. It would be a pity to leave them without any meaning, so I give them to you."
There was a crash, and all kinds of messy trophies were thrown into a pile, including a helmet that was split in half, armor with small palm prints, half a flute, only one fluffy glove left, leftover fruit cores...
It doesn’t matter if things are worn out, they are all treasures if they are made of fine materials.
"Let's go, take care of yourself."
"Take care~"
Straight up into the sky.
It turned into a stream of light and shuttled through the clouds, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder that disappeared in an instant.
…
Near some hell rift.
In the thick fog mid-air.
"Ram! Can this thing of yours work?"
"Stop talking nonsense! You can call me Brother Gongyang or Xiongtai! Gongyang Gongyang! This is my surname! It seems that I am a demon! Or a Gongyang demon!"
"Louder! I can't hear you clearly~!"
"Get out~!"
Someone was shouting loudly in the white clouds, but the wind was too strong to hear clearly.
Suddenly, a strange bird jumped out of the white clouds. It was not a bird or monster, but a mechanical wooden bird made of wood. It had two heads exposed on its back and looked around. It was wearing a crystal eye mask, and its long hair was messy in the wind.
The mechanical wooden bird is not stable, it is wobbly and unstable.
Two young boys were lying in the hollow on the bird's back. Among them, the young man named Gongyang worked hard to operate the mechanism.
Another man leaned over and looked into the distance at the fissures of hell burning in the ground.
"Brother Yuan! What on earth are you looking at!"
"Look at the damn cracks in hell! I see something weird!"
The young man named Yuan didn't look back.
The young man named Gongyang was very speechless. This was already the twelfth crack he had inspected.
It was very difficult to control the mechanical bird. After all, it was only a semi-finished product. It was badly worn when it flew around with the two people. It would occasionally pause for a moment, scaring the two of them half to death.
"Of course it's weird. The crack releases evil spirits and destroys everything. If we both fall down after a while, we will become evil spirits."
It's useless to complain, you have to work hard.
The young man named Yuan patted the wooden board and pointed forward.
"Ram! Come closer!"
"Get close to a ghost!"
"Yes, we are close to ghosts, you are right!"
"..."
The machine bird swayed and flapped its wings to break through the clouds and fog, getting closer and closer to the place where the foul smell was filled with thick smoke. The divine thunder from the sky destroyed the foul smell, and the wooden bird passed crookedly through the lightning bolts.
The young man with the surname Gongyang had shivers in his legs and his hair stood on end due to the static electricity in the mist.
"Yuan...Brother Yuan...let's leave quickly..."
"Don't worry! I'll confirm it soon! This is a huge conspiracy!"
The wind was so loud that I had to shout at the top of my lungs.
Hearing this, the young man with the surname Gongyang was about to cry, just as a bolt of lightning flashed past the side and disappeared into the thick smoke below. No sound was heard, because it was temporarily deafened by the shock at that moment.
The young man surnamed Yuan holds a wooden board and charcoal in his hand and writes and draws quickly.
It was so windy that pen, ink, and paper were impractical.
With the help of lightning to clean up the odor and expose the earth for a short moment, carefully observe the cracks, and then look for opportunities to find the position of the sun through the gaps in the clouds, and a simple map painting is completed.
"Ha! Success! I, Yuan, am the only smart person in the world!"
He turned around to cheer and celebrate, only to see his companion sitting blankly in his seat with an ugly look on his face.
"Brother Gongyang?"
The young man with the surname Gongyang looked pale, looked at the man surnamed Yuan with frightened eyes, and punched his lower teeth...
The boy surnamed Yuan gradually lost his smile. He knew one thing. His companions would never be so afraid of him. Then, there could only be some terror behind him.
With a stiff neck, he turned around and saw a three-foot-tall ugly demon with exposed blood-red muscles. Half of his head was empty, with no eyes and only a terrifying big mouth. Only powerful hell demons dared to appear in the stalemate between foul energy and thunder!
The evil spirit grinned.
The two young people felt that the evil spirit seemed to be laughing.
"Jie Jie~ What an interesting little thing, it can actually fly into the sky. It's interesting."
The evil ghost curiously observed the flying birds. The two boys were really scared to death. The young man with the surname Gongyang really wanted to punch his companion.
The two of them were crying and forced to smile.
"Yes, yes, it's very interesting and fun..."
Suddenly, the evil spirit lowered its head, and the young man surnamed Yuan felt that it was staring at the wooden board in his hand. On the wooden board was a topographic map of the location of each hell crack, as well as his own deductions and calculations.
"It's over..."
My whole body was paralyzed and I lost all my strength.
It was discovered.
The evil ghost, whose head was gone and only its big mouth remained, roared fiercely!
"Ant! How dare you spy on my master's intentions! We are the masters of this world! I will devour you!"
On the back of the wooden bird, the two young men leaned against each other and shivered. The boy named Gongyang trembled and raised a hammer, showing great courage.
The evil spirits are arrogant and laughing.
"A mere ant..."
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly and turned into a sky full of crimson minced meat and smelly blood. He died miserably.
The two of them only remembered that there seemed to be a stream of light flying past, with a bang, and then that was it, the stream of light went straight into the distance and disappeared from the sky.
Looking at each other, what's going on?
In the distance, Moubai was a little confused.
"What did you just... smashed into pieces? I'm so annoyed. There's so much mess in the sky, and there was almost an accident due to the traffic chaos!"
Flying head first and feet behind at high speed, it cut through the air with a rumbling sound.
