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In his memory, he was dragging his heavy body. He would be out of breath after climbing a few steps, and his legs and feet would feel like they were filled with lead. He was dripping with sweat and was in a state of wretchedness. Although this body was bloated, it was nimble and light. Climbing the mountain felt like walking on flat ground, which made him feel uncomfortable. Some are not used to it. Zhou Ji shook his head and suddenly remembered the past. Aren't the people of Dongzhen supposed to be flying with swords? How could he end up in such a situation when morning and evening came? He thought about finding a flying sword and practicing it once or twice, so as not to strain his legs and just do some trekking across mountains and rivers.
After walking for about a day and night, Ji Ge led him to a mountain col. There were many peaks all around, and there was a simple hut against the cliff. Most of it had collapsed. Several bones and half a skeleton were scattered not far away. On the head, the marks of gnawed teeth were clearly visible, and the Taoist robe was torn to pieces, leaving nothing behind.
Ji Ge flew forward, circled around the bones a few times, and croaked, which was quite sad.
Zhou Ji stepped forward and took a few glances into the hut. There was only a table, a chair and a bed. Although the workmanship was rough, it was polished to a smooth finish, which was very different from the "hard work" he expected. Ji Ge called out a few times, lowered his head and got into the hut. He was familiar with the door and the road. He pecked at the bedside a few times, took out a jade slip and sent it to Zhou Ji diligently.
"Haha, thank you first, do you want to hammer the nail and turn it around?" Zhou Ji took the jade slip. It was three inches long, half an inch wide, and several minutes thick. It had been touched by many people, and the corners were rounded and the color was yellow. He suddenly became suspicious and looked at it over and over for a long time. He felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The energy of the lower world is thin, and the real energy cannot be moved lightly. He stretched out his hand to squeeze, ingesting a wisp of the energy of heaven and earth, and threw it into the jade slip. After a moment, writings the size of rice grains appeared, as thin as spider silk, and the color was bright red, but it was Kunlun Bing Xin Jue, a side branch of the Xuantong sect.
It's been a long time, but the past reappeared vividly in his mind. At that time, he was attacked by a human-faced dove and fell into the abyss of ghosts. He accidentally discovered the snow cave, got the Xunlong Sword and a jade slip, and later dedicated it to his master Xun. Ye. Since the Bingxin Jue was left here, this pile of bones in the mountain col may be the descendants of Master Xun, or maybe not, they just got this thing by chance, but meeting each other means they are destined. Zhou Ji flicked his sleeves, rolled up the dead branches and leaves, and broke them into pieces. The bones were buried in gravel and dirt, forming a small pile of earthen buns.
Even if there is an iron threshold for a thousand years, there will eventually be a piece of earthen bread.
A few man-eating monsters devoured the ascetic monk completely. The Bingxin Jue fell into his hands, which was regarded as a secret act. But fortunately, he practiced this sword technique every few months. He had to swallow the blood in the monster's heart to restrain the backlash of his skills. If he really practiced, alone and without the support of his master, he would have gone crazy and become a popsicle. Zhou Ji turned the jade slip around in his fingers, trying to play some tricks. After all, the jade slip was not a pen. After turning half a circle, it fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, with a strange smile on his face, as if he was nostalgic. It also sounds like a sigh.
Ji Ge flew to the branch to comb his feathers and peeked at him, but he didn't dare to urge him, and he felt uncomfortable. Zhou Ji was considerate and beckoned, telling him to lead the way to find those man-eating monsters. Ji Ge was simple-minded and simple-minded. He flapped his wings through the forest and stream, and headed west.
Climbing over one hill after another, I saw a dilapidated ancient temple in the distance. The evil spirit blocked the sky and was extremely dangerous. Ji Ge raised his wings to cover half of his face, looked through the gaps between the feathers for a few times, lowered his voice, and stammered: "Then...those...those...eating...cannibals..."
Zhou Ji squinted his eyes and saw a broken plaque with the words "Red Lotus Temple" written on it.
Honglian Temple, good, good name, good words. If there is a temple, people will worship it. Maybe there are villages and towns nearby. Zhou Ji strode towards the ancient temple. After walking a few steps, he didn't see Brother Ji following him. Looking back, he saw it standing on a branch, shyly covering its face with its wings and squirming. It was obvious that "a gentleman does not stand up". The idea of "beneath the dangerous wall" was too embarrassing to say.
He laughed and left Ji Ge alone.
The red sun was in the sky, and thunderous snores came from the ancient temple. They came one after another, causing the dust on the eaves to fly and get into the nose. Zhou Ji couldn't help sneezing. Feeling that he still had something to say, he looked up at the sun and sneezed again. A louder sneeze made me feel relieved.
Two sneezes alarmed the monsters in the temple. The snoring suddenly stopped, and a thick voice shouted: "Hey, there seems to be an outsider!"
Another feminine voice said: "It seems to be fresh human flesh, haha, hoho..."
Zhou Ji looked through the empty door frame and saw a mud Bodhisattva lying on the ground, face down, with no discernible appearance. Three monsters staggered around and crawled lazily. They all had animal heads and human bodies, with powerful holes and one left hand. The one in the right hand holds a cow's head, the one in the right hand holds a sheep's head, and the one in the middle is the most powerful, holding a huge pig's head.
"It turns out that three animals become sperm, just pigs. Don't cattle and sheep eat grass? How come they eat people?" He muttered a few words in his heart, walked slowly into the temple, and frowned as he looked around. Eyes, coughed, and asked: "Did you kill that ascetic monk in the mountain col?"
The pig-headed monster was startled for a moment, then he touched his belly and said with a smile: "What? Who is he to you? Is he seeking revenge? He didn't even think about how much he weighed. The old man hanged himself. He is tired of living!" The saliva flew everywhere, and he spoke the village dialect very smoothly.
Another sheep-headed monster said sadly: "The old man is skinny and skinny. He didn't eat a few bites of meat. He was in a panic. He was wondering where to hunt for wild food, and he delivered it to the door by himself!"
The Minotaur looked at Zhou Ji with a look, and saw that Zhou Ji was wearing a Taoist robe, which looked similar to the old Taoist priest in the mountain. He couldn't help but become suspicious, and stepped aside calmly, silently, with bulging tendons and flesh all over his body, like a head. Little mice burrowed around.
Zhou Ji raised his hand and pressed it, and the energy of heaven and earth gathered in his palm, and he pressed down on the goat-headed monster. His hand was not heavy, and he crushed the monster into a meat pie in one fell swoop. It was bloody and miserable. The Minotaur was suddenly frightened, and the flesh on its face twitched. It quietly moved its steps and hid behind the Mud Bodhisattva.
The pig-headed monster took a breath of air and couldn't turn around. He shouted nonsense: "You old birthday girl, how dare you kill the second brother Sheep? Come on, come on, you and I will fight for three hundred rounds..."
Zhou Ji waved to the Minotaur and said, "Don't go, sit down."
Seeing what was going on, the Minotaur hesitated slightly, sat down on the ground, and obeyed orders honestly.
The pig-headed monster was very angry when he saw this. He grinned and exposed two fangs. He shouted in his mouth and shouted inwardly: "Niu Lao San, what do you mean? Did the sheep Lao Er die in vain? Is it possible? Are you still afraid of this damn fat guy?"
Zhou Ji raised his hand and slapped the pig-headed monster's head to the ground. The headless body stood frozen for a moment, then fell to the ground, revealing its original shape of a fat pig. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining the ground red.
