The vast primeval jungle grows along the long mountains and stretches across this land for an unknown age.
Even after hundreds, thousands of years, and countless disasters, this jungle has been extremely lucky and tenacious to maintain its original appearance.
Under the tall trees, low shrubs are like cascading scales clinging to the giant rocks.
The lush green colors are sometimes dotted with strings of laburnums that look like golden bells.
Ban Yang crouched slightly and walked down the slightly steep hillside.
The sky was already very dark, and it had just rained here not long ago. The ground was slippery, and the gravel buried between the soil would become looser more easily than when it was dry.
But Ban Yang, who was tall, had agility and meticulous observation that did not match his stature. On this hillside, he only bounced lightly three times before he landed safely on the flat ground at the foot of the hillside.
Each of his three bounces landed on the most stable part of the soil, leaving complete and clear footprints. The distance between each two footprints was definitely more than five meters.
When he reached the slightly gentle terrain at the foot of the hillside, Ban Yang was not in a hurry to continue moving forward. Instead, he turned back and looked up the hillside.
On the top of the hillside, Zhang Yamin, wearing a light green rainproof jacket, walked out of the road opened by Ban Yang, squatted under a leafy tree, and unfolded a roll of drawings.
"It should be in that direction."
Zhang Yamin stood up and turned the watch strap on his wrist. A red light spot shot out from the watch, stayed at Ban Yang's feet for a while, and gradually moved in a fixed direction from Ban Yang's feet.
Ban Yang followed the bright spot and moved several hundred meters away, arriving at an area covered with black mud and rocks.
"Those black ones should be tin ore, which may have slipped out of the mountains in the past. Move those ores away and see if there are any traces of forest roads from decades ago. If there are, it will indicate our path. That’s right, you can get out of the jungle by walking this way.”
A few hundred meters away, Zhang Yamin's voice was clearly transmitted to Ban Yang's ears at a normal volume, and only Ban Yang could hear it.
Ban Yang looked down and selected the smallest stone on the lower ground. He bent down and touched the corners with his hands, and pulled it out of the soil.
The stone weighs only about two hundred kilograms, but it is still quite laborious to pull it out from the soil.
After removing the stone, a pit appeared on the spot. Ban Yang reached in and dug. The soil and gravel were pulled away by his fingers, and he soon touched a flat stone surface at the bottom.
Ban Yang flexed his knuckles and punched, and the stone surface cracked. He grabbed some debris in his hand and carefully distinguished it. It was a texture different from the rocks in the mountains.
"It seems to be a highway."
Ban Yang became excited, turned around quickly, jumped up the hillside, and handed the handful of crumbs to Zhang Yamin.
Zhang Yamin picked up some with his fingers and distinguished it, with a smile on his face: "It's concrete."
"These forest roads directly crossed the entire mountainous area more than fifty years ago and connected the metropolises on both sides of the mountain range. As long as we can find one of these roads, it will prove that we are generally heading in the right direction."
More importantly, even if these places that used to be highways later encountered disasters and various changes, the mountainous terrain on both sides of the highway would be much safer than deep in the jungle.
Everyone can just walk along the road from now on, which will save a lot of energy.
Zhang Yamin and Ban Yang returned to the jungle and announced their findings to the people who were setting up tents and setting up pots to boil water.
Under the shade of the trees, there were hundreds of people with their families in tow, and their exhausted spirits had obviously improved.
Some of the younger ones put on their backpacks as if they were going to hit the road again.
Zhang Yamin quickly said: "But it's getting late now. Let's rest here for the night before setting off tomorrow."
This team that decided to escape their hometown and cross the mountains was originally just a temporary piece, but after getting along for a while, Zhang Yamin and Ban Yang have clearly established their status as leaders.
The young people who were about to move were calmed down, put down their backpacks, each took out some spray, and sprayed it in the surrounding jungle.
These sprays can effectively repel mosquitoes, poisonous snakes and most wild beasts in the jungle. It is said that the smell of these sprays can float five kilometers away, and still retains a deterrent effect similar to that of Tyrannosaurus Rex.
But at night, after everyone had gotten into the tent, the roars in the jungle were still coming and going, lingering in everyone's ears.
Those shrill howls of wolves and the roars of indistinguishable animals were mixed together, and the deeper the night went, the more noisy and terrifying it became.
Ban Yang was not asleep yet. He was leading a group of people to keep vigil. Some people were sitting around the tents, and some were walking around constantly.
After Ban Yang walked around the outermost perimeter of those tents, he came to Zhang Yamin's tent.
Zhang Yamin was still awake, squatting outside his tent, leaning his upper body slightly backward on the tight tent cloth, looking up at the sky through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
"Where are you looking at the moon?" Ban Yang also squatted down and looked up.
The moonlight is good tonight, and there are several pieces of the moon shining in the sky.
It is said that when the sky is at its best, if you look up, you can see patches of light across the entire night sky, which can illuminate the land at night as if it were daytime.
Although today was not such a rare beauty, Ban Yang raised his fingers and counted, there were at least twelve moons.
The larger one is as big as a whole house, hanging in the sky, shining brightly. The smallest one is only the size of a basin, a bit like a triangle.
Zhang Yamin laughed when he heard Ban Yang counting the moon: "Did you know? In fact, in the past, the twelve moons were regarded as myths and legends."
Ban Yang said: "I know, I am older than you. I will be fifty-four in two days. I have read some history books and they all said that there used to be only one moon in the sky. Ah, that was the year I was born. At that time, there was only one moon in the sky."
"Tsk!" He said with some regret, "It's a pity that I don't remember whether I saw the moon like that when I was born. However, I must have never seen those ghosts crying and howling in the forest. Maybe they howl like this every day. Because I can’t see the full moon.”
Zhang Yamin turned around and looked over, surprised: "Did you guess it, or have you read some books on this before?"
Ban Yang was even more surprised: "It's true, the moon is so far away, what does it have to do with them? Could it be that these beasts are still sentimental."
"Although the moon is far away, it has a great influence on the earth."
Zhang Yamin sighed, "Although the exact cause of the catastrophe-prone period fifty years ago is still unknown, it is obviously closely related to the shattering of the moon. Moreover, the changes in the moon phase have an impact on the emotions and genes of animals and plants. , all have a certain impact.”
"The beasts in the forest are now so ferocious and so strong. This is the result of the drastic changes in the moon phase and genetic selection over the past fifty years."
Ban Yang frowned and touched his stubble: "Is there still such a saying? Will these beasts become more and more powerful in the future?"
"That's not the case. The impact of the drastic changes in the moon phase is also limited. It will eventually be calmed down by nature. The changes of those beasts to this extent should be the limit."
Zhang Yamin said a little uncertainly and shook his head, "Well, I'm not an expert. I don't know exactly what this kind of thing is like."
Ban Yang nodded and changed the subject: "The regime in the north is said to be a global human joint regime, but if we really go there, they won't accept it, right?"
Zhang Yamin thought to himself, I don’t know either.
But he thought for a while and said: "No matter what, it is better than the people in Baye. At least I have never heard that the north will deprive ordinary people of their spiritual powers."
"Yes." Ban Yang seemed to have received some comfort, but he couldn't help complaining, "What do you think the leaders of our cities think? Why did they surrender to Baye?"
Zhang Yamin said: "Maybe they can't help it."
Ban Yang said bitterly: "If I had agreed to join the coalition earlier, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
The two chatted for a few more words, and Zhang Yamin went back to the tent to rest.
After dawn the next day, Zhang Yamin woke up on time and took a look at his watch.
2303, June 1, 06:00.
It was six o'clock again, and he had maintained his living habit for many years. In the past, he was always in high spirits every time he woke up at this hour.
But when he woke up at this time recently, Zhang Yamin only felt an indescribable irritability in his heart, as if he was getting more and more tired day by day.
He touched his face, but he couldn't tell whether it was sweat stains or oily skin. After leaving the tent and wiping his face with a wet towel, he encouraged himself in his heart.
'We have found the forest road. In a few days, we will be able to go to the city in the north, and then we will be able to settle down. '
Thinking this way, Zhang Yamin seemed to have barely suppressed his uneasiness. He cheered up and, together with Ban Yang, directed everyone to put away the tents and start today's journey.
They walked a few kilometers along the forest road that had been buried by ore and soil, and found that there was a section of road ahead with no ore, only soil and fallen leaves, and the ground was extremely flat. They couldn't help but feel happy and quickened their pace.
When it was almost noon, suddenly, a series of roaring and cracking sounds came from the forest on the right front.
The blue fireball suddenly expanded and engulfed several towering trees.
The dazzling blue light shone on the faces of Zhang Yamin and the others. Hundreds of people, old and young, supported each other and stopped with astonishment on their faces.
Ban Yang's eyes did not blink, and a large amount of bloodshot eyes suddenly burst out on the surface of his eyeballs.
At that moment, he saw many thin black lines suddenly piercing the blue fireball.
The scene at this moment was beyond what his eyes could bear. When he closed his eyes, he felt extremely sore and had to cover them with his hands.
So he didn't see the huge blue fireball, which was pierced by those thin black lines, twisted into a thick smoke, and shot straight into the sky.
He didn't see a figure wrapped in black threads flying out from the broken mountain forest, crossing a distance of nearly two thousand meters, and landed in front of him.
Broken leaves flew and black mud splashed everywhere.
The thick golden Zen staff stood upright. He grabbed the Zen staff with a broad hand and slowly got up from the ground and straightened up.
It was a bald man who was too strong to be human, as if he were a monster made of muscles.
The height of the golden Zen staff is more than two and a half meters, but this bald man is even taller than the Zen staff in his hand. The loose clothes on his body are torn, and only a few red cloths embroidered with gold threads can be seen. From his strong upper body Slip between muscles.
The pants on his lower body were also in tatters, leaving only a few strips of cloth hanging around his waist, unable to cover anything.
Hundreds of people on the forest road were shocked by the muscles this man had.
Zhang Yamin was shocked by the things slowly slowing down and flying around the bald head.
Those black lines.
From being so fast that even the afterimage can't be seen, to slowing down to the point where the naked eye can stare, the black matter gathers into beads.
The surface of the cylinder reflected sunlight, which gathered between the bald head's chest and neck, forming a string of fist-sized rosary beads.
"Arhat Troops..."
A weak voice squeezed out of Zhang Yamin's throat, so low that even he couldn't hear it.
The 180,000 bhikkhus troops owned by "Eight Leaves", including any elite team of ten people, can completely make Zhang Yamin and his team unable to see any hope of resistance.
At this moment, what appeared in front of them turned out to be a member of the Five Hundred Arhat Army.
Members of the bhikkhu army can only wear silver-white beads on their wrists, while only members of the Arhat army are eligible to hang forty-eight black beads around their necks.
This feature of clothing also represents a clear gap in strength.
The raw materials of the forty-eight black beads are all composed of magnetic solid particles with a diameter of less than ten nanometers, mixed with a base carrier liquid and a surfactant to form a stable colloidal liquid.
That is, magnetic fluid.
It allows the magnetic fluid to maintain its appearance as smooth as jade and as strong as steel under normal conditions.
No matter how these rosary beads swing during walking movements, they maintain their round bead appearance and will not deform, which is enough to show that the spiritual strength of the rosary bead holder has reached a level that can build a stable force field outside the body.
Moreover, every minute and every second, the psychic field is maintained without dissipation or decline, and the intensity does not rise or fall.
Twenty-four hours of spiritual protection without blind spots, this is the Arhat's golden body.
If a "War Supervisor Arhat" belonging to Baye appeared in front of them, it was not the most terrifying thing.
Then, the more terrifying thing is that after scanning the hundreds of people in front of him, this Arhat pronounced his sentence in that low and gentle voice.
"Are there actually so many people who want to follow them and flee to the north?"
The Zen staff in his hand hit the ground and made a trembling sound, "You are guilty!"
Ban Yang opened his eyes suddenly. He had closed his eyes just now and couldn't see the other person's expression, but he heard something from the voice that made his whole body muscles shiver.
It was a psychic shock full of murderous intent!
Hundreds of people, old and young, were like a group of tiny insects. Under this shock, they lost the ability to move.
"Run!!!"
Zhang Yamin let out a throat-piercing cry, flipped his watch, and a twisted light wave was emitted.
Zhang Yamin's spiritual development direction is reflected in the control of sound waves.
When this heart-rending scream was amplified by his watch and reached its highest power, the concentrated sound waves could punch a hole in a solid concrete wall twenty centimeters thick.
But before such sound waves could touch the Arhat, they were blocked by the psychic energy field that was always hidden around him.
As soon as Arhat's eyes moved, the bottom rosary broke away and disappeared from Zhang Yamin's sight.
There was only a ball of white light left in front of Zhang Yamin's eyes, and his mind went blank.
'The book says that when people die, they will see the lantern of their own life. It turns out to be a lie...'
Obviously there is only a piece of white.
Eh, that's not right.
There seemed to be something inside the white light.
Is a man?
"Holy shit, what did it almost hit me in the face?"
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