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Chapter 299 The Myth of Buzhou Mountain
what's going on?
Looking at Chu Jiaohong lying motionless on the ground, Xu Luo looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

He was fine just now, why did he suddenly lie down.

"Sister Hong?"

I shouted, but no one answered.

Xu Luo went up and took a look, and was shocked. Chu Jiaohong didn't have any breath in her body.

Is this...dead?
Can't you?
Xu Luo checked carefully again. There was no pulse, the heartbeat had stopped, and there was no breathing. He looked exactly like a dead person. Even his graceful body was stiff, as if he had died suddenly.

and many more.

Xu Luo discovered something strange. The divine spring between Chu Jiao's red eyebrows was looming, and a purple divine rainbow bloomed.

Seeing this, he immediately realized that Chu Jiaohong was not dead, at least, his soul was still alive.

"A bit evil..."

Reminiscent of Chu Jiaohong's manipulation of the divine rune patterns here again, and what kind of divine image was evolved. I don't know if she has discovered some secret.

After waiting for a while, as Chu Jiaohong's eyebrows disappeared, her graceful figure moved slightly, and her breath miraculously appeared.

"..."

Xu Luo didn't know. After all, he didn't know much about Shinto civilization. At best, he could only be regarded as a semi-literate person with little education.

For a moment, it was really hard to answer.

to be frank.

"Is it?"

"Protect me?"

"To be honest with Sister Hong, I have admired Sister Hong for a long time. It's okay if I don't see her on weekdays. Now that I see her today, I can't miss her."

"Xiao Mazi, what are you doing back again?"

Or maybe not.

K.

Several meanings are...

Chu Jiaohong was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. She didn't know what kind of elixir she had taken before, but the effect seemed to be pretty good. In such a short period of time, her originally weak spirit had recovered to some extent.

Under normal circumstances, if the soul leaves the body, the physical body is indeed the same as death. The problem is that Chu Jiaohong's soul has not left the body and is still in the body.

Xu Luo smiled awkwardly.

I guess Chu Jiaohong has practiced some extreme evil sect, so... his mind has begun to be affected, he can't distinguish himself, and he has begun to suffer from schizophrenia?

The smile on Chu Jiaohong's lips grew stronger, and she asked with interest: "What do you not want to miss? Do you not want to miss me as a person, or do you not want to miss the secret of this tomb?"

Xu Luo frowned and pondered. He once heard Yang Ruolin say that in the Shinto world, almost every school has its own unique Shinto will. For example, the Beidou Tiangang and the Seven Stars schools all have different Shinto wills. Among them, the three attacks are more extreme. After practicing, , one's own mind is easily affected by Sanfa's will, and even becomes obsessed with it, eventually becoming a puppet of Shinto's will.

In the Shinto world, some schools are said to be labeled as evil gods.

"Sister Hong, please don't misunderstand me. I'm worried about your safety. I'm thinking of coming back to protect you and see if I can be of any help."

After thinking about it, I found an excuse and left.

"I'm mentally ill."

Witnessing the process of Chu Jiaohong's death and resurrection, Xu Luo felt a little emotional in his heart. Fortunately, he had stepped into two worlds and was barely knowledgeable. If he had been placed before the end of the world, he might have been frightened.

Chu Jiaohong didn't know what happened to her, and she looked like she was suffering from serious mental breakdown.

Since he was not very familiar with it, he was embarrassed to ask more questions, and he guessed that asking would be in vain.

It is because the will of Shinto is too extreme. The longer you practice, the greater the impact will be, and the easier it is to lose yourself and become a puppet of the will of Shinto.

The tomb was full of ruins and messes. Xu Luo could only pick up some sacred jade and walked around the tomb before turning back.

Chu Jiaohong took out a small bottle from her pocket, opened it, poured a thumb-sized pill into her mouth, sat down cross-legged, and replied lightly: "What, do you have any opinion?"

……

Chu Jiaohong slowly opened her eyes, her complexion looked a little bad, her spirit was extremely exhausted, and her body was limp and weak. Xu Luo quickly came over, helped her up, and asked with concern: "Sister Hong, are you okay? Son, what happened just now, why did you fall down suddenly?"

……

"No."

Xu Luo didn't expect Chu Jiaohong to ask so directly.

Because he discovered that in the entire tomb, only the evil spirit here was stronger.

If so, why did he suddenly lose consciousness?
Thinking of Chu Jiaohong talking to herself just now, she looked like a ghost, talking about mere Shinto willpower and delusions to distort her personality. She also said that she had schizophrenia, and what was even weirder was that she also mentioned something about the pre-Qin Dynasty.

Without waiting for Xu Luo's answer, Chu Jiaohong continued: "Are you planning to wait for me to pass out again so that you can attack my body directly, or are you planning to wait for me to reveal the secret of this tomb, and then you can kill people and steal money? Or? Do you want both people and goods?"

Chu Jiaohong asked lightly without raising her eyelids.

Chu Jiaohong laughed dumbly, raised her eyes and looked at Xu Luo with a smile: "I didn't see it, you are so weird."

"Is this coming back to life again?"

According to reports.

Although Chu Jiaohong is beautiful and belongs to the kind of beautiful and sexy woman, he is not very interested in her.

He was more interested in the secrets of this tomb than in women.

of course.

It's okay to think about this in my mind, but I definitely can't say it out of my mouth.

"Sister Hong has misunderstood. When I said I missed it, I didn't mean anything else. I just wanted to serve Sister Hong willingly. I don't dare to hope for the secrets of the tomb. As for Sister Hong..."

At this moment, Xu Luo turned into an old licker and licked Chu Jiaohong with all his strength: "Sister Hong is our goddess of Dachuan in my eyes. I can't even admire her, so how dare I have any wrong thoughts. "

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Chu Jiaohong couldn't help laughing happily: "I didn't expect that you don't look very good, but you are very good at talking. You are much more interesting than those stinky fish and shrimps in God City. Yes, Sister Hong likes it very much. "

Obviously.

Xu Luo was pretty good at licking women, and Chu Jiaohong was quite satisfied with her licking.

"Well... I haven't heard such lovely words for a long, long time since I castrated a few of those licking dogs in the City of Gods."

Chu Jiaohong stood up, adjusted her makeup, looked Xu Luo up and down again, and shook her head: "It's a pity that your face is pockmarked and she looks too ugly. I really can't stop talking. Otherwise... I wouldn't mind accompanying you." Just have fun, hehehehe..."

Xu Luo was speechless.

This bitch looks like she's not in her right mind, and she doesn't know if she's telling the truth or if she's joking.

He didn't answer, he just stood at the door and smiled stupidly, trying his best to look like a harmless old licker.

Chu Jiaohong recovered and continued to play with the lines of the divine runes and evolve mysterious divine images while chatting with Xu Luo.

Xu Luo didn't know what idol Chu Jiaohong was transforming, nor what secrets this tomb held, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. This tomb is large and different from other tombs.

Other tombs are square, but this tomb is round. When I stood at the door just now, I didn't look carefully. After entering, I discovered that there were also traces of ancient idols on the surrounding walls.

This idol almost covers the entire tomb, and the idol is quite strange. It feels more like a map than an idol.

That's right!

It is a magnificent map, with majestic mountains, rivers and land, as well as the vast sky.

Among them is a large mountain pillar that looks like a solitary peak, penetrating the sky and the earth, as if connecting the sky and the earth together.

What the hell is this...

"Sister Hong."

Xu Luo asked casually: "What are the idols on the walls around here?"

"What kind of idol?" Chu Jiaohong said, "What kind of look do you have, and which eye do you see the idol in?"

"What is this if it's not a divine elephant?"

"It's just a mural. It looks like some old guy's graffiti of missing his hometown."

painting?
Random graffiti?

Miss your hometown?

Xu Luo became more and more confused as he listened, and continued to ask: "Sister Hong, what do you mean, this painting is the graffiti of the owner of this tomb, and the painting is his hometown?"

"Almost, it should be like this, at least, that's what I think."

"The owner of this large tomb is a senior in the Shinto world, right? In other words, what he painted is the Shinto world?"

Xu Luo entered the Shinto world once. After the collapse, the Shinto world was like a barren space, with ashes and dust floating everywhere. Looking at the murals in the tomb, could it be that...the Shinto world looked like this before it collapsed? It looked like an ordinary world. There is no difference between them.

In his fantasy, he always thought that the Shinto world might be like the Immortal Palace, with beautiful buildings and jade buildings, surrounded by immortal energy.

Looking at the scenery in the murals again, there is no fairyland at all, more like the wilderness.

"Who told you this is a Shinto world?"

"????" Xu Luo didn't understand.

Chu Jiaohong pointed to the solitary mountain in the painting that connected the sky and the earth, and said, "Do you know what kind of mountain this is?"

Xu Luo shook his head. He felt that this thing was not like a mountain, but more like a sky pillar.

"Beyond the northwest sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that are not in harmony with each other. They are called Buzhou. Have you heard of this sentence?"

Xu Luo felt something sounded familiar and thought about it carefully: "If I remember correctly, this seems to be the record about Mount Buzhou in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, right?"

"Yo."

Chu Jiaohong blinked her charming eyes and looked at Xu Luo in surprise: "There are very few people who know the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the Doomsday Era. Xiao Mazi, that's good. That's okay. Not only does he know the Classic of Mountains and Seas, he even knows about Buzhou Mountain." .”

Although Xu Luo's education level is not very high, he still understands the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

but.

What he couldn't understand was the relationship between the mural in the tomb and Mount Buzhou in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

"This is Mount Buzhou recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

boom!
Chu Jiaohong's words were not shocking, but this short sentence reached Xu Luo's ears, and it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, leaving her mind blank.

It took a long time before he gradually came back to his senses.

Classic of Mountains and Seas?
Buzhou Mountain?
Is this... really fake?
is it possible?

Is this bitch fooling me?
"Sister Hong, I have little education, little education, little experience, and little knowledge. You...are you kidding me? How can this be Buzhou Mountain?"

"Why couldn't it be?"

"no……"

Xu Luo's mind was a little confused: "Didn't you just say that this mural was graffiti by the owner of the tomb? You also said that it might be because he missed his hometown?"

"so what?"

"Now you are saying that this mural is actually Buzhou Mountain in the Classic of Mountains and Seas? These are unrelated, and they are not related to each other."

"Haha... Xiao Mazi, you only know the extent of Shinto civilization. Today I might as well teach you a lesson and tell you that this was what the Shinto world was like before it collapsed."

"In other words, what is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is the Shinto world?"

"Do not."

Just now, Chu Jiaohong said that this was what the Shinto world looked like before it collapsed, and now he said that what was recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas was not the Shinto world. It was inconsistent and Xu Luo was unclear.

"What is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is both our world and the world of Shinto."

This time, Xu Luo was even more confused.

"long long ago……"

Chu Jiaohong lowered her head, waved her arms, and the divine rainbow flashed on her fingertips. Various divine symbols condensed out and fell on the ground to form divine patterns. She said unhurriedly: "It should be that ancient era. How long ago?" , I don’t know much about it, I just know that at that time, our world was actually connected to the Shinto world. Buzhou Mountain was the connecting passage, and many gods lived in Kunlun and Penglai...

Later, for unknown reasons, the gods fell out and fought, causing Buzhou Mountain to collapse. Since then, our world has been disconnected from the Shinto world... and the Shinto world also began to gradually collapse from that time..."

Listening to the fairy tale told by Chu Jiaohong, Xu Luo couldn't help but stir up a storm in his heart.

This is……

Is myth reflected in the real world?
Are the myths in the Classic of Mountains and Seas...all true?
Xu Luo didn't know whether to believe it or not, but Chu Jiaohong's words were as conclusive as the truth.

"Sister Hong, what do you mean...the reason why the Shinto world collapsed was because Mount Buzhou fell?"

"Yes, I think so. As for whether you believe it or not, that's your business."

"Okay, but... the collapse of Buzhou Mountain happened a long time ago, right? It was not even ten thousand years ago, but at least five or six thousand years ago. But in my impression, the end of the world came only thirty or forty years ago. , you can’t get it right at this time.”

Chu Jiaohong rolled her eyes at him angrily: "Do you think that if the world collapses, it will just collapse? Can't it collapse a little bit? It will take decades for a house to collapse, let alone a world."

Xu Luo nodded. Even though he didn't want to, he had to admit that what Chu Jiaohong said made sense.

It is estimated that after Buzhou Mountain fell, it was equivalent to the foundation of the Shinto world being shaken, and then cracking bit by bit for thousands of years, and finally... finally collapsed.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems... very reasonable.

"Sister Hong, you just said that this mural was graffiti by the owner of the tomb, who missed his hometown..." Looking at the murals on the surrounding walls, Xu Luo suddenly realized something terrible: "In other words, this tomb Master, is the predecessor of our world...the age of mythology...?"

"Have I ever said that the owner of the tomb is from the mythical age?"

"Is not it?"

"I would like to, but...it seems unlikely now. The owner of the tomb should be from the pre-Qin era. Maybe he yearns for the mythical era, or maybe it was passed down from generation to generation. Who knows."

(End of this chapter)