Zhu An withdrew his spiritual thoughts and let the two little guys run around in the mountains, looking for a place they liked to make a nest.
Beishan has been blocked by him for ten thousand years. The spiritual energy in the mountain is almost zero, and spiritual flowers and spiritual grass cannot grow naturally. It has become a remote place in the eyes of the demon clan.
Nowadays, all the people living in the mountains are ordinary birds and animals.
As soon as the two demon clans Maruwan and Hongyun arrived, they stood out from the crowd. They were so majestic along the way that all the beasts shunned them wherever they went.
Hongyun was very low-key and looked around cautiously, guessing where Beishan Zhizhu lived, and wanted to choose a place closer to Zhu'an.
Wanwan was very excited, striding forward with his white belly puffed out, looking very energetic, as if he had returned to the days when he was king and hegemon in Qishan.
When it gets interested, it shouts to the birds and beasts:
"Listen up, I am Wanwan, the King of Iron Eaters. If you bring over the delicious food, I will protect you!"
"Cuckoo, Cuckoo!" On the treetop, a chipmunk squirrel with a big tail poked its head out and looked at the panda Wanwan, who was showing his teeth and claws below.
The squirrel's cheeks puffed up, a little angry.
It couldn't understand the demon language, nor could it understand what level of existence the great demon was, but it clearly remembered that Beishan Zhizhu once touched its head.
Nowadays, a strange beast breaks into Beishan, with an arrogant attitude and yelling. It thinks it should do something for the bamboo in Beishan.
The chipmunk squirrel stretched out its two small paws, slowly raised a dry and hard pine cone, and pointed it at Panda Wanwan.
"Hoo-choo!"
The pine cone was thrown out and hit Maruwan on the head.
"Who is hitting me?" Wanwan was startled, looked up and saw the little squirrel, and was very angry.
"How brave, you are the first squirrel who dares to challenge me, come on, come down, let's do some hand gestures!"
The chipmunk squirrel made a face at it, then turned and ran, jumping from treetop to treetop.
Just as Maruwan was about to chase him, suddenly there was a gentle mountain breeze, like a stream flowing in here.
The branches and leaves in the forest were blown by the wind and rubbed against each other, forming a clear sound:
"Don't be too naughty. Hongyun, I will be in seclusion during this period, and you can watch the pills."
Hongyun immediately leaned down and said obediently: "I will follow your instructions."
After saying that, he glanced at the panda next to him happily. With the support of Beishan Bamboo, he didn't have to be afraid of anyone now!
Maruwan was very surprised and kept looking around, as if looking for something.
It was keenly aware that Zhu An's words were not the previous illusory voice, but a real sound in reality, as if the whole forest was speaking.
What kind of method is this?
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Deep in the mountains, there is the sound of gurgling water and the streams are full of peach blossoms.
In the mist, there stood a vague bamboo shadow, which was Zhu An's true form.
Since he had some insights yesterday, he has been in a state of seclusion, and only sent out a spiritual thought to deal with the matter of Panda Wanwan.
Now that this spiritual thought has returned to his soul, he concentrates on entering deep meditation and trying to break through the limits.
I was a human in my previous life, and I am a bamboo in this life. Memories of the two lives emerged in my mind, and countless experiences flashed past in the sea of consciousness like a revolving lantern that flickered on and off.
The innocent and cute chipmunk squirrel on the mountain, the white-haired old village chief at the foot of the mountain, the ancestor of the iron-eating tribe who loved bamboo tube wine three thousand years ago, and the panda Maruwan who wants to grow up three thousand years later...
Life is practice, and every life Zhu An knows brings him different insights.
The realm of refining the gods is also sublimated through enlightenment.
In the sea of consciousness, his soul was originally solid, but at this moment it became agile and void, like a cloud slowly spreading out, splitting into two, two into four, and four into eight...
In reality, the mist beside the stream became thicker, like a soft white curtain, wrapping Zhu An's slender figure in circles. The mist was as heavy as morning dew, moistening the thin green leaves.
Crash... the stream began to surge, and the water splashed up one after another, like a string of broken jade beads.
These crystal clear jade beads did not fall, but were suspended in mid-air and began to change shapes.
Every drop of water turns into a small bamboo.
Growth, prosperity, withering, rebirth... These "water bamboos" seem to have a life of their own, constantly evolving on their own.
Finally, consciousness arises.
When it rains, they are happy; when there is wind, they are excited; when there is fog, they are calm.
Each bamboo is a blessing, and memory and mind are interconnected; but they are independent of each other and grow independently, just like a complete life.
This is the important state in the way of refining the gods - distraction.
When the soul is separated, one becomes thousands.
Zhu An first glimpsed this realm a thousand years ago, but he could only separate a few souls. The number was limited and the burden on the spirit was heavy.
So when he went to Qishan to pick up Wanwan, the method he used was still to drive a spiritual thought.
The spiritual mind is no better than the divine soul. It cannot exist independently for a long time, and it cannot be too far away from the main body. Once it encounters a battle, it will be exhausted after a short time.
From Beishan to Qishan, it is a full eight hundred miles away. Zhu Angan relies on the profound foundation of thousands of years of practice to be able to drive his spiritual thoughts so far.
Panda Wanwan majored in the physical body and did not know other ways of cultivation. He thought this was just the exclusive method of plant essence. He did not realize how difficult it was to cast a spell from a distance of eight hundred miles.
It could not have imagined how big a sensation this matter would cause if it were known to the outside world...
Zhu An's current state after his breakthrough can be called a minor achievement in distraction. He can easily separate thousands of souls and act independently of the main body, which is a hundred times stronger than the previous method of driving spiritual thoughts.
Although it was only a small improvement in realm, it benefited him immensely.
See Qishan? This kind of small thing is easy, and there is much more he can do.
"Good, good." Zhu An shook the branches and leaves all over his body, feeling particularly happy.
In his more than 10,000 years of life, most of the time he lived a boring cultivation life, repeated every day. There were not many such good days worth celebrating.
However, even if his cultivation level improved, he still had no plans to leave the mountain.
The main body stays in Beishan, which is the safest. Some of the split souls can be sent out to complete his various arrangements.
Having made up his mind, Zhu An regrouped his soul and began to stabilize his realm.
The sun and the moon rotated, and before I knew it, three days and three nights had passed.
This morning, Wanwan and Hongyun panted and climbed up to a peak. They looked far into the distance and had a panoramic view of the entire North Mountain.
The mountains are green and full of life.
"We have walked around here and seen a lot of ordinary bamboos, but where are the refined bamboos?"
Maruwan had big dark circles under his eyes and was a little tired, but he couldn't help but be curious. He must see with his own eyes what that mysterious bamboo looked like.
"You're not hiding secretly, are you? Are you afraid of being eaten by me?" It muttered a few words, and then shouted towards the mountain:
"Don't worry, Beishan Zhizhu, you helped me, I won't eat you - but don't default on the high-quality bamboo leaves you promised, and tell that squirrel to stop harassing me!"
The red fox Hongyun also had a confused look on his face. He recalled the first time he "saw" the North Mountain Bamboo in the woods, and began to wonder if it was an illusion. In the past two days, it had turned over the woods again and again, but there were no traces of them. Bamboo leaves were not found either.
Where is the Bamboo of Beishan?
"Look, what is that?" Maruwan suddenly screamed.
Hongyun turned around and looked.
A faint fresh mist floated above the stream in the distance at some point. The clear sunshine in the early morning fell down, turning the mist into colorful rainbows.
The rainbow is rendered, the waves are flowing, and the transparent arrow bamboos appear faintly, rising up, gathering into a large virtual and real bamboo forest, surrounded by a vague green shadow in the middle.
The green shadow was bathed in the colorful rainbow clouds and disappeared in an instant.
The bamboo forest also suddenly shattered, turning into water droplets falling from the sky, leaving only a blurry and gorgeous mist of light lingering in the air.
Maruwan and Hongyun sat side by side on the top of the mountain, looking at this fairyland-like scene, their eyes blurred and already infatuated.
"Is this the Bamboo of the North Mountain?"
