After chasing them out of the forest, some natives reported that the White Lotus cultists who had gathered together were divided into dozens of teams, and several of them turned back to kill them.
After listening to Maggie's translation, Chen Kan couldn't help but look thoughtful.
If nothing else, the White Lotus Sect is preparing to cut off its tail in order to survive.
But how could Chen Kan do what they wished.
"Keep chasing them and force them out of the forest."
Chen Kan issued the order, and naturally Maggie helped him translate. There were dozens of teams. Compared to the people Chen Kan brought, there may be a lot of people, but under the pursuit of tens of thousands of people, Chen Kan didn't think they could escape the three chieftains. The government jointly set up a dragnet.
As for the White Lotus cultists who turned back, they were just here to die. As for delaying time, no one thought that the little time they delayed would have any impact on so many people.
Chen Kan was already numb after climbing countless mountains. Fortunately, he was riding a tiger with Maggie, otherwise he felt that he might not be able to get here on his own feet.
"What it is?"
The goshawk spinning in circles in the sky caught Chen Kan's attention.
Maggie was dissatisfied and said: "It's just an eagle, what do you call it?"
Yunnan has a mild climate and many kinds of wild animals. An eagle is really not worthy of people's attention.
But when Chen Kan looked at the eagle, he always felt that something was not right about the eagle. If it were a hunting eagle, wouldn't it scare away its prey by circling like this in the sky?
And it seems to be stuck?
Wait, frame freeze?
Why does an eagle freeze?
Chen Kan suddenly pointed to the direction where the goshawk was circling and shouted: "The real master is in that direction!"
Chen Kan's judgment has no factual basis, but he can guarantee that the person they want to pursue must be in that direction.
"Don't be so careless. How do you know which direction it is?"
Maggie was a little dissatisfied. Dozens of small teams scattered in different directions. Even she didn't know which direction the person they were chasing ran in. How could Chen Kan, a person who had never lived in the mountains and forests, know? .
Does this question their professionalism?
Chen Kan explained: "Look at that eagle, does it look like it's being controlled by someone?"
Just when Maggie was about to refute, Chen Kan continued: "You can control the tiger, how do you know that others can't control the eagle? Besides, they are Han like me and are not familiar with Yunnan. If the eagle hadn't led them, they wouldn't have been able to control the eagle." How do they know the right direction in the mountains?”
When Chen Kan said something, Maggie was stunned.
They just followed it and ignored this important question for a while. How did the Han people find the right direction in the mountains?
There are so many of them, why are they not afraid of the miasma in the mountains?
They are obviously Han Chinese, so there is no reason why they should know the mountains better than people like them who were born and raised in the mountains.
Could it be that what this young Han official said was true, that these people were really controlling the eagle to lead them?
She wanted to be tough, but then she heard Chen Kan say again: "Look at that eagle, does it look like someone is fighting for its control?"
Maggie looked up subconsciously and saw the eagle flying in one direction for a while, shuttling back and forth between the two directions, but not stopping at either side.
Put that way, it really looks like it.
A thought came to both of them at the same time: "They are fighting among themselves!"
"A God-sent opportunity!"
The two people's thoughts instantly reached agreement.
"Shrink the encirclement, don't let them escape."
Chen Kan made an instant decision, and Maggie translated Chen Kan's order in native dialect to the native who delivered the message. In an instant, the mountains and forests were filled with the sounds of apes.
In the mountains and forests, the natives use this sound to communicate and transmit information, which is really primitive.
Maggie gave instructions in native dialect to the natives guarding her side, and then led Chen Kan to control the tiger and fly rapidly in the direction where the goshawk was circling.
The huge tiger walks in the mountains and forests as if it were on the ground, walking as fast as flying.
The bursts of air he brought up blew on Chen Kan's face, just like the feeling of racing a motorcycle on a mountain road in later generations.
It made Chen Kan feel nervous and excited.
Then, he reached out and hugged Maggie's slender waist.
Chen Kan swore that at this moment, he had absolutely no dirty thoughts in his heart, he was just afraid of falling down.
Because the mountains in Yunnan are not only steep, but the cliffs are also very high, and they are covered with dense vegetation. It is impossible to tell where the cliffs are.
Chen Kan couldn't imagine the consequences if he missed the mark.
He still has a lovely wife waiting for him at home, and he cannot die in Yunnan.
Maggie was startled by Chen Kan's sudden movement. Her waist was already exposed. More importantly, in her entire life, she had never had such close contact with any man.
If it weren't for the speed of the king under his crotch, Maggie could understand that he hugged her because he was afraid of falling, and she would have thought that Chen Kan had something wrong with her.
Although this Han official is very good-looking...
In the hunting wind, Chen Kan hugged Maggie's slender waist tightly, and the tiger kept jumping between the mountains and forests.
The other natives were swinging on the branches like monkeys, and their speed was no slower than Chen Kan and Maggie riding tigers.
Maggie's heart was full of tangles.
She was debating whether to let this Han official let her go.
Although there was no such thing as a relationship between men and women in the clan, she instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the way they looked now.
It seems that the aunts and sisters in the clan will not let a man hold their arms around their waists unless the man is very strong and can get a lot of food.
It’s so confusing!
No wonder my father told me to stay away from Han officials.
It really makes sense!
The Han official was so shameless. He was neither strong nor brought much food to her. Apart from being pretty, she had no merit whatsoever.
But if you let him go, the king is so fast, what if this official, who is as skinny as a monkey, rolls down the mountain?
Of course Chen Kan didn't know the tangle in Maggie's heart.
Because he felt that his internal organs were about to be knocked out.
Although tigers can run fast, this kind of jumping method in the mountains can really kill people.
The key is that he can only sit a little on the tiger's butt. Every time the tiger jumps, the hind leg bones dig into his butt, which is harder than a fucking rock.
It didn't take long for Chen Kan to feel that his butt was no longer his.
As the saying goes, "Looking up the mountain and running to death", obviously the mountain where the eagle is circling is not far away, it feels like you can cross it in one step, but after running for so long, everyone still can't get close to even the foot of that mountain. .
Chen Kan was numb.
Maggie struggled for a while, then devoted herself to the process of controlling the tiger.
She decided to forgive the Han official's offense.
After all, everything happens for a reason, and besides, no piece of meat will be lost.
Everyone is getting closer and closer to the mountain, and the White Lotus cultists' battle for control of the eagle seems to have a winner.
As for how Chen Kan judged it, it was very simple, because the eagle was no longer stuck in the frame.
...
Fozi put down his hands, stretched out a long arm, and smiled on his face.
After the goshawk circled in the sky for several times, it swooped down along the Buddha's path and landed firmly on the Buddha's shoulder.
Compared with the complacent Buddha, the saint standing on the edge of the canyon had an angry look on her face.
The White Lotus cultists under her command also looked stunned.
The Holy Eagle is gone!
So how do they get out of the mountains?
Everyone looked at the man holding the whistle, their eyes so sharp that they seemed to tear him apart.
Seeing so many pairs of eyes that seemed to be eating people, the man's face finally became a little panicked.
She came to kneel down in front of the saint, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on her face, and raised her hands tremblingly: "Holy Lady Mingjian, this is definitely the work of the Buddha. My subordinates suggest that we meet with the Buddha first."
The saint's face was extremely gloomy.
In her plan, this trip was supposed to be foolproof, but she didn't expect that accidents would happen frequently. Now it was even more difficult to steal the chicken and lose the rice. She might even have to stay here with her own life. How could she be willing to do this? ?
The man kneeling on the ground saw that the saint did not speak for a long time, so he couldn't help asking cautiously: "Do we need to send a signal to the Buddha to come and join us?"
Hearing this, the saint's heart became even more bitter.
When she reunited with Fo Zi, she was afraid that the first thing Fo Zi would do after seeing her was to skin him and cramp him.
At this moment, she couldn't help but complain about the one-armed man.
He swore back that he had pierced the Buddha's heart with a sword and buried the Buddha in the soil.
But now that the Holy Eagle is out of control, how to explain this?
He couldn't find a more reasonable explanation except that the Buddha was not dead!
After taking a long breath, the saint said calmly: "Send a message to the Buddha."
At this point, she had no other choice. Without the Holy Eagle to lead them around the dangerous areas where miasma was prevalent, she might not be able to escape even if she knew the right path.
As for how to explain to Fozi, the worst case is abandoning the car to save the handsome man. As long as she lives, talents can always be cultivated.
As for sending a message to Fozi, which might expose her position to the pursuers, she didn't care about that much at this time.
If you can't get out of the mountains, even if you don't die in the hands of the pursuers, you will die in the harsh environment.
"Hey~"
A colorful cloud exploded in the sky, attracting the attention of everyone in the forest.
Fozi raised his head and looked at the gorgeous rain of fireworks, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
The one-armed man who was leading people to intercept the pursuers also saw the fireworks, and then his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Is your brain sick?"
"If you hadn't been of some use..."
He cursed in a low voice, but had to lead the people to turn around and rush towards the direction of the fireworks.
The woman's position has been exposed, and he must go back, otherwise it will be impossible to escape the natives' pursuit with just the power in her hands.
