One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 746 Dapeng Falls into the Washing Spring

Originally, Zi Zhu'er hated Zhu Bajie.

She hated him for being so heartless and disloyal that he beat her sisters to death and refused to come to see her again.

However, after spending a few years in Pansiling, he gradually realized what was going on after discovering that his six sisters had also disappeared.

The seven sisters were abandoned by Kunlun.

Zhu Bajie and Zi Zhu'er still remembered their past events after reincarnation because they fell directly into the mortal world from the reincarnation platform in the fairyland without going to the underworld, crossing the Naihe Bridge, and drinking Mengpo soup.

But without the help from heaven, these fairies would not be able to awaken the mystery in the womb and would only sink into the mortal world, unable to return.

That stinky pig really did it for her own good, so he didn't kill her or see her.

At least she still has the memories of the fairyland, and her past experiences, so she always holds out a glimmer of hope.

After being abandoned by Kunlun, Zi Zhu'er has lost faith in the fairy world.

In the Black Mythology, immortals, demons, and humans all share the same origin and the same virtues. There is no such thing as a great enlightened being or a great moral monk.

It would be more believable for Zi Zhu'er to say that Hu Xiuwu was willing to recruit them than to say that he was attracted by their beauty.

Zi Zhu'er took all the children and stepped aside to make way for Hu Xiuwu:

"My daughter and I are used to living in this mountain, so we won't disturb you."

But seeing Hu Xiuwu's iron-like face, Zi Zhu'er's heart trembled, and fearing that he would get angry, she hurriedly said:

"But, the Immortal's kindness, we cannot let him down, I am willing to follow him, as my daughters are still young and cannot bear the burden, so let me..."

The tragedy of small people is that they don’t know what is the right thing to do.

'Am I robbing a woman?'

Hu Xiuwu had never been misunderstood like this in his life, and he couldn't even blame the other party for having this attitude:

"You, I...ah."

He suddenly understood the helplessness and anger that his master Wu Dechang had felt when he mentioned that past event. He had clearly been kind-hearted for a moment and wanted to take in Zi Zhu'er's family to make up for the regret he had seen when he read the information.

However, the weak ones were afraid that this kindness was just a bait, with poison behind it. And it was not that they were suspicious, but that they had seen too many such things.

Hu Xiuwu was somewhat disinterested: "Forget it, whatever you want."

It dissipated as clear air, penetrated into the soil, and went straight to the Zhuogu Spring. Hu Xiuwu could see the yang energy released by the Zhuogu Spring from the sky above Pansiling, so he didn't need anyone to lead the way.

He was willing to work with Zi Zhu'er's family only because he felt compassion for them and wanted to help them.

After Hu Xiuwu left, the five little ones all breathed a sigh of relief, and the youngest, Xiaowu, even almost sobbed softly.

Zi Zhu'er's face turned pale. She was already seriously injured. Although Zhu Bajie let her go, she and her seven sisters had a fight with Sun Wukong in the Silk Cave.

The golden hoop was not easy to deal with, and all seven sisters were injured. Zi Zhu'er survived by eating the bodies of her sisters and nourishing herself with the demonic power from the same source.

Five hundred years later, Zi Zhu'er would be an old woman because her roots were damaged and she would not live long. If it were not for the Hundred Eyes Demon Lord of Huanghua Temple who implanted Sun Wukong's roots into Zi Zhu'er, Zi Zhu'er would not have lived for five hundred years.

At this moment, Sun Wukong has not yet rebelled against Lingshan, and the Hundred-Eyed Demon King has not returned to Huanghua Temple. No one is treating Zi Zhu'er's injuries, and she forced herself to come and see Hu Xiuwu to support her daughters, so of course her injuries have become more serious.

Zi Zhu'er touched her eldest sister's head and handed the sixth child, who had not yet mastered the art of transformation, to her eldest daughter.

"Sister, you are the eldest, you have to be strong, don't be afraid, take your sisters to the back mountain, to the Huanghua Temple that mother mentioned."

Before the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord came back, Huanghua Temple was empty. There were no demon kings or gods, making it a perfect place to hide.

If they were further away, Zi Zhu'er would be worried that the five little spiders would be exorcised by someone.

The eldest sister wiped away her tears, put the sixth sister on her head, and with a puff, she transformed into her original form, a big spider the size of a calf. She carried the sixth sister on her head and pulled the rest of the sisters away.

The fourth sister was dissatisfied and wanted to be with her mother, but was scolded and sent away by Zi Zhu'er.

Zi Zhu'er took a breath, and the black mane in her hand appeared, but then she suppressed it, straightened her clothes, and stroked her temples. She regained her dignified and elegant posture and walked towards the Zhuo Gu Spring. Hu Xiuwu's arrival was no less than a natural disaster for Zi Zhu'er. She struggled to find a way out for her daughters, but she also knew that whether these ways could save her daughters actually depended on the mood of the "natural disaster".

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'Natural Scourge' is in a much better mood now.

The water of the Zhuo Gu Spring is boiling, and white mist is lazily lying in the cave, occasionally causing ripples. When the rolled-up mist touches the cold cave wall, it turns into water. When more mist gathers, it accumulates over millions of years to form stalactites and falls back into the spring.

Hu Xiuwu took off his boots, put his feet in the water, and sighed comfortably: "So this is a 'hot spring'."

The imaginary washing spring is at 30 or 40 degrees. The skin becomes slightly red and the bones and flesh become soft. There are seven beauties gently caressing the skin in the water. The delicate bodies appear and disappear in the mist. The beauties enjoy the beautiful scenery together, and both physical and sexual desires are satisfied.

The real Zhuogu Spring, a soup pot in the cave, boiling water at 100 degrees, the hot steam roasts the noodles, and the boiling water burns the body. For a normal person who enters the Zhuogu Spring, it will be no different from the pork belly blanched in the pot. The surface will be cooked in just over ten minutes.

The heat of the spring water comes from the falling Golden Crow. It is not the gentle "hot spring water that washes the skin" of the Taiqing Pool, but the scorching waves from the sun.

Zhuo Gu Spring is a sacred spring that only fairies and demon girls can enjoy.

"But the Washing Spring shouldn't just be like this."

Hu Xiuwu not only enjoyed the spring water, but also used his connection with the spring to separate a wisp of pure energy into the spring water, exploring the source of the heat of the magical spring.

The origin of Zhuogu Spring is truly extraordinary; it was transformed from a fallen golden crow. However, Houyi's bow and arrow were so powerful that even the golden crow's body was not intact.

The nine remains of the Golden Crow fell to the ground, and unexpectedly only turned into nine hot springs. This shouldn't be the case.

The fire bricks that supported Laozi's alchemy furnace were knocked down to the mortal world by Sun Wukong and turned into a flaming mountain with a thousand miles of scorched earth, not to mention the Golden Crow that once scorched the entire mortal world.

With ten suns in the sky, the human beings living on earth cannot bear it. If nine suns were to fall to the earth, the earth would be burned into a dark hell of fire in an instant.

The arrow shot by Houyi not only killed Jinwu, but also pierced the sun's true fire in Jinwu's body like a needle piercing a candle.

Without the endless heat, endless light, and the most powerful and yang true fire of the sun, the Golden Crow fell to the ground and became just an ordinary firebird. It fell into the mountains, and Houyi's divine power ground away his immortal and indestructible body.

The bird's feathers and black bones decayed into the soil and could not turn into the Flaming Mountain, but could only turn into nine hot springs.

Hu Xiuwu walked out of the spring barefoot and sighed in disappointment:

"No wonder these nine hot springs are still here."

The Ten Golden Crows are definitely not nameless. The power of the Sun's True Fire is also well-known in the Three Realms. Only the heat of the Sun's True Fire is higher than the Samadhi True Fire and the Six Ding Divine Fire.

Even if it was Sun Wukong or Erlang Shen, it would be impossible for them to resist with their physical bodies alone.

These nine hot springs eventually became the bathing pools of the Kunlun fairies, but they were only the bathing pools of the Kunlun fairies.

The gods in the Black Mythology are all greedy creatures who take as much as they can. The reason why these nine hot springs can be enjoyed by the inconspicuous Kunlun Fairy is only because other gods, including the Queen Mother of the West, look down on these places.

The true fire of the sun has dissipated, and the essence of the body has been worn away by Houyi's divine power. The nine hot springs can neither be used to refine elixirs nor to cleanse magical weapons, so naturally no one is interested in them.

Perhaps Taishang Laojun and the Jade Emperor have the ability to reshape the Golden Crow, but the energy they consume will be far greater than what they gain.

This washing spring has been preserved like this.

With only a little bit of the hot spring water that retained the heat of the Golden Crow, Hu Xiuwu was unable to trace the source, return to its original state, and revive the Golden Crow.

However, since he has come, he must be confident that he can make use of the value of the Zhuo Gu Spring.

Hu Xiuwu took out an egg-shaped soul ball made of colored glass from the Demon Refining Tower. Inside it was the vague shadow of an unruly roc, looming.

It is the evil spirit of the golden-winged Roc.

"It all depends on whether you can turn decay into magic and turn it into a dragon!"

Hu Xiuwu threw the golden-winged Peng bird's demon soul into the Zhuo Gu Spring.