The miasma leaf forest is hidden in a mist. The tree trunks in the mist are crooked and twisted, and they grow abnormally. There is a thick layer of rotten leaves and fruits piled at the roots of the trees. The sweetness is mixed with the rancid smell, which makes people feel drunk.
Song Yun was prepared. She took out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured a few longan-sized pills into her palm, and said, "This is a poison-preventing pill. Holding it under the tongue can resist miasma." The skin on her palms was white. It is greasy, lined with vermilion pills, and is pleasing to the eye.
Wei Shiqi took a poison-preventing pill, held it in his hand, looked at it, threw it into his mouth, and held it under his tongue. The cool and bitter taste spread to the tip of his tongue. He swallowed and felt a line of cold water. It slides from the throat into the abdomen, and the spirit is lifted.
Song Yun was the first to step into the miasma leaf forest, followed closely by Deng Yuantong, Wei Shiqi, and Yu Yao. The rotten leaves were soft and soft, like a thick carpet. The shallow part reached the ankles, and the deep part reached the knees. The pink miasma overflowed with the footsteps. Everyone slowed down in unison to avoid the miasma entering their noses.
Listening carefully, there was no sound in the miasma-leaf forest. Song Yun walked around the perimeter and only saw the monkeys when he reached the northeast corner.
They were a group of capuchin monkeys, noisily playing in the forest, not afraid of people. Song Yun squinted her eyes and looked at them one by one, but didn't notice anything strange. She raised the green rust sword and shook it vigorously a few times, trying to attract the attention of the monkeys, but none of the monkeys paid attention to her.
Song Yun said to himself: "Monkey groups migrate erratically, it seems they are not this group."
The group of people set out on the road again and continued to search for monkeys outside the miasma leaf forest. They did not leave the forest until the sun set in the west to find a place to rest.
Song Yun looked at the surrounding fields, drew a circle on the map, and clicked on their location. They had already circled to the north of the miasma leaf forest. In front of them were rolling hills, and further to the north was the endless grassland.
That is the grassland of the Koutie'e people in the northwest.
Wei Shiqi offered to go pick up some firewood, and when he came back after a while, in addition to a bundle of firewood, he also brought four hares with broken necks.
Song Yun smiled and said: "The movement is quite swift. In just a short time, I caught the game."
"My disciple is a hunter in the mountains, so I'm used to it." Wei Shiqi quickly lit a fire, washed and skinned the hare in a nearby stream, and roasted it carefully on the fire.
Song Yun and Deng Yuantong had been fasting for a long time and just drank some hot water. Yu Yao didn't have much appetite, so she tore off a rabbit leg and stopped after eating. Wei Shiqi was not polite and ate up the remaining meat.
The dry wood crackled in the fire, and the sparks slowly rose into the stars. Yu Yao put her legs together, her chin resting on her knees, and stared at the fire in a daze. Her face was half bright and half dark, and the boundary between light and dark kept shaking, indicating that her mood was not calm.
Wei Shiqi thought that after the tragedy of annihilating her family in Qizhen Mountain, she might never be calm again.
The wind blew from the grassland, making a whistling sound. In the darkness, dozens of pairs of green eyes lit up, disappearing and extinguishing, which was a bit strange.
Wei Shiqi added a few dry sticks to the fire and brightened the flames. Yu Yao was disturbed and reached out to cover her eyes and frowned.
"Something's coming."
Yu Yao looked back and saw a group of beast shadows in the direction of the miasma leaf forest. They stared at the pale green eyes and swayed towards the fire.
Song Yun said: "It's a group of monkeys!"
After a while, the monkeys appeared in the firelight, and stopped one after another, grinning, timid and afraid to approach. It was a group of capuchin-tailed monkeys. There were not many in number, including young and old, less than twenty. They seemed to have been defeated in the fight and fled. The young and strong were covered with bruises, and the old and weak were staggering, like residual fire in the wind, never to be seen again. Can't bear the blow.
Deng Yuantong and Song Yun watched the changes quietly.
After wandering around for a while, the leader of the monkey kings bravely approached the fire, slowly squatted down, looked at the four people, and stretched out his claws towards Yu Yao. Yu Yao hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of dry food and put it in the palm of his hand. The monkey king broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned around and barked a few times. The group of monkeys came forward one after another and approached the fire to keep warm. The monkey king put the dry food into his mouth. He handed it to the female monkey behind him and stretched out his paws toward Deng Yuantong to beg.
Deng Yuantong touched a pear and threw it to it, and suddenly said: "These monkeys have had contact with people, and some people feed them."
Song Yun's heart moved, and he put the green rust sword in front of him. The Monkey King stared at the scabbard for a long time, then stretched out his paw to touch the word "Hook Sickle" on it, with a sad look in his eyes. She sighed: "It seems that what the caravan encountered is this group of monkeys - Junior Brother Deng, please take action if you can." There was no joy in her tone.
Deng Yuantong stood up, flicked his sleeves, and a binding talisman was stuck to the monkey king's forehead. It spontaneously ignited without wind, turned into fly ash and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a winding talisman that gradually disappeared under the dark skin.
The monkeys were alarmed and screamed and retreated, but the monkey king squatted on the spot, motionless, his eyes rolling, not knowing what was going on.
Deng Yuantong mentioned that the monkey dynasty was walking in the dark. The monkeys panicked and ran around, not daring to catch up and snatch it. Wei Shiqi stood up and walked to the monkey group and performed several "requiem spells". The monkey group gradually calmed down and shivered.
Deng Yuantong found a hidden bush and put the monkey king down. He stared at it with bright eyes. His left eye suddenly rolled over and the eyeball disappeared, revealing a sallow snake eye with a pupil like a vertical line. It was the one Ruan Jing left to Xiandu. That "soul-catching eye".
He is also a cruel person, and he does not hesitate to put the eyes of the beautiful python into his own eye sockets, nourish them with essence and blood, and maximize the power of "soul-capturing".
The Monkey King rolled his eyes, confused and lost consciousness. Deng Yuantong recited a spell, raised his index finger, and drew a line of black smoke from between his eyebrows, which condensed into the monkey king's upper body, changing and struggling painfully. Memory is like a book. No matter how he turned it over and over, Deng Yuantong finally found what he needed. Mianye Lin, Yao Jiang, and the Green Rust Sword. These fragmentary pictures were enough.
He closed the spell and returned the soul to the Monkey King's head, letting it live.
