Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 118 Another World (addition for five hundred monthly tickets)

On July 22, the weather near the end was so hot that Chen Yuan, Zhenhai, and the crazy old man who walked through Hengyan Mountain could not feel anything. Sun Zhengde, who had only half stepped on the path of Taoism, opened his Taoist robe hotly at this time. With a few tufts of black hair exposed on the chest, two loose clumps of soft flesh were flung, and he stepped on the stones to jump over the creek.

"Boss, it's really hot to death, can you find a place to rest first, and see if Master is tired!"

Over there, the crazy old man who was swinging along the vines fell on the stone and shook his messy hair: "Who said that the old man is tired, but he is getting more energy."

The fat Taoist stomped his feet a few times in anger, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Turn back, I won't let you eat the wild game I caught."

"No, the old man will beat you to death!"

"Kill me, you won't have to eat!"

Amidst the noise, the old cow dragged the carriage over the weeds and swayed over the rocks. Fortunately, before entering the mountain, Chen Yuan cast a small magic spell in "Miscellaneous Suspicions of Huangchuan" on the carriage. The frame made of ordinary wood would probably fall apart after half a mile of driving.

After entering the mountain, there were no other people, Guan Zhang and Qin Qiong in the car came out directly, and ran all over the mountain on pony horses, but there was no spiritual manifestation, but they were better than ordinary puppets, and they were tripped by Fujiko All kinds of meat and eight vegetables fell.

No, Yu Chigong picked up his snow-riding black horse, yelled and waved the iron whip, and followed Guan Zhang and the others to chase and kill a rabbit that was fleeing in panic.

Rao Zhenhai monk who had seen the world was stunned, pointing to a group of puppets: "These are the gods you invited before?"

Zhang Fei, who was chasing all the way, seemed to hear it. He reined in the reins, his bushy beard burst into anger, and he shouted loudly, "Monk, are you looking down on me?"

"No."

Still, anyone who is glared at by a one-foot-tall wooden sculpture will be surprised. Zhenhai has never seen such a spiritual person, and he showed a slight gaffe, and He Yin saluted and apologized to the other party.

"Hmph, you're being polite." Zhang Fei's angry expression stopped, and he clamped his horse's belly, and shouted in front of him: "The servant of the three surnames let go of the hare, it belongs to me, second brother help me!"

As soon as he galloped the black horse, he swung his spear and killed it.

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth twitched. Surrounding a rabbit, he could have the aura to charge thousands of troops.

Immediately, he smiled at the monk who hadn't recovered, "These are all outstanding people, don't take offense."

"Oh?"

Looking at the wooden sculptures that were ping-pong-pong fighting with a hare over there, Zhenhai realized from the shock: "Your man, why has the poor monk never heard of it?"

"They are famous, but right now they can only live in my story!"

Chen Yuan watched the fight over there, and cast spells on the weeds and shrubs blocking the way while walking, "...Little master, have you ever thought that our current world is just a dream, and it has been changed by the gods?"

When the monk stopped and frowned and looked at Chen Yuan, he heard Sun Zhengde yelling "Ouch", and then he yelled louder.

"Boss, little monk, come and have a look, what is this!"

The fat Taoist rested his feet under a large blue rock in the back, holding his shoes with one hand, squatting on his toes in a corner, pointing at the swaying grass in front of him and shouting.

"What happened?"

When Chen Yuan came over, the crazy old man also came swinging from a tree in the distance, and even the old cow pulling the cart brought his head closer, and saw a long red worm winding among the weeds pointed by the fat Taoist, But Chen Yuan took a closer look, and there was a look of surprise on the other party's face, what kind of worm was there.

They are obviously small people who are a little bigger than ants and worms. There are dozens of them. They are all in red robes, shoes, and hats. There are eight small people carrying a red sedan chair. There was a bridegroom official riding a pony, looking in fear at the huge faces in the sky, waving his tiny arms in fright, as if to make the team turn around.

Those little people panicked and panicked, but they looked cute.

The crazy old man on the side was overjoyed when he saw the thing, and hurriedly touched the leather bag on his waist. Chen Yuan hurriedly pressed his hand: "Master, what are you doing?!"

"Of course I grab it, there are so many little things, it must be fun!"

"They all have wisdom and spirituality, and they seem to be flesh and blood. If they can't stand the game, Master will give up. If they die, won't your heart hurt?"

Seeing Chen Yuan's refusal, the crazy old man looked at his apprentice, then at a group of red little people who were gradually running towards Kusama in a panic, pouted his lips reluctantly, and continued on his way when the little people ran away, crazy old man He didn't go to play in the forest anymore, just sat in the bullock cart, sulking like a child, and when he saw his apprentice looking over, he turned his face away with a hum.

It made Sun Zhengde laugh at the side, and then he was gagged by the old man's shoe, ran to the side retching and vomited.

Noisy and noisy along the way.

The weather in the mountains was weird. After walking for a while, it began to rain. After passing through a valley, the rain stopped. Following the direction indicated by the stone Buddha, we went through thorns and thorns for two miles, and finally saw the reflection at the bottom of a mountain depression. The sparkle of sunlight.

After finding the destination, several people sped up their speed one by one. Zhenhai was the first to jump to the top of the forest, stepping on the swaying treetops, and flew over in a swish.

When Chen Yuan arrived with Lao Niu and Sun Zhengde, the monk was already looking for the half stele around the water pool.

The water pool is four feet square, deep and dark, as if it has no bottom, rising from the surface of the water, the water vapor spreads around, making the vegetation luxuriant, the trees are like a canopy from the sky, and the weeds are thick and long like straw, as high as someone's waist.

There were also birds singing crisply, and apes roaring from a distance, which made Chen Yuan couldn't help but praise: "It's a nice and pleasant place."

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhenhai, who was searching through the grass over there, had already found it. He called Chen Yuan, "Fellow Daoist Chen, we found it."

The land in front of him was half a stone tablet covered with moss and withered vines. Chen Yuan wiped off the withered vines, and the lettering on it had long been blurred by the wind and rain.

But I can vaguely recognize the first word: Xian.

No matter how you look at the back, it is also blurred, but this is not important. What Chen Yuan wanted to find was how to get in. He and Monk Zhenhai searched around, and the cliffs near the mountain were not missed. As the stone Buddha said, there is no entrance at all, unless you can reach the cultivation level of the soul out of the body, use the soul to drill into the mountain or soil to find out.

Back at the water pool, Zhenhai sat cross-legged under the tree, while Chen Yuan also sat down beside him, thinking about countermeasures, looking at the water pool in a daze, or I would call out the seventh and eighth masters, anyway, they are Yin gods, so it shouldn’t be wrong to go in. Difficult?
But I can't go in, and I don't know what's going on inside, so what's the point?
It's better to wait for Yunlong Yunhe to come over.

In his wandering thoughts, the pool he looked at seemed to have ripples, which made him feel dizzy. When he looked again, the ripples disappeared without a trace.

Not far away, Sun Zhengde found a pile of dead branches and leaves, and was about to light a fire for cooking. His body froze suddenly. The crazy old man next to the woodpile seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness just now. Twice.

The sky shines through the gaps in the trees, amidst the chirping of cicadas and birds, Lao Niu looked at the busy and thinking people over there, and shook his head: "It's really troublesome to be a human being." '

Immediately, he yawned sleepily, and when he closed his mouth and looked ahead, he was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and stripped the reins off his body, and ran to the firewood pile with hooves.

In the eyes, the fat Taoist, the crazy old man who were still here, as well as the master and the vicious monk under the tree over there disappeared.

'In the deep mountains and old forests, don't leave my old cow here alone! ! '

In the grass stepped on by his hooves, Sun Zhengde shook a pile of firewood, blinked his eyes blankly, looked at the huge hooves in front of him, and then opened his mouth to the extreme, "Ah!! "'s shrill scream resounded through the grass, and passed above the grass, but the words turned into a 'buzzing' sound.

Ok?
Mosquito?

Forget about it for now, the master has spells to protect himself, so I'd better take a break and eat grass before talking.

The old cow raised his head and looked around, then lowered his head and opened his mouth, rolled up the weeds with his tongue and sent them to his mouth, grinding them comfortably.

　The third is delivered.

　　Almost [-] have been booked, and Chunfeng will not slip up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)