The water of Xiwangmu Yaochi is as green as dye, as clear and translucent as a magical mirror reflecting the heavens. Waterbirds gather together, flying on the lake or playing in the water, creating a peaceful scene. The water and grass on the lakeside are lush, and wild animals such as wild yaks, brown bears, and Tibetan antelopes appear in various places.
Wang Bugui was conquered by the miraculous beauty here. He was intoxicated by the beauty here for a long time before he came back to his senses and wandered around the Yaochi looking for someone. After walking for a while, he saw a Taoist sitting cross-legged on the ground facing Yaochi a hundred meters away.
The man was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with black hair like a waterfall. There was a Taoist sword beside him, and he had an air of immortality. He was sitting cross-legged by the Yao Pond, admiring the beautiful scenery of heaven and earth. There were several small animals lying on the ground around him, seemingly attracted by this. When Wang Bugui saw it, he immediately rushed up and said, "Senior, are you a cultivator here?"
Hearing this, the Taoist turned around and said with a smile: "Haha, my little friend, are you here to ask questions too?"
When these words came out, Wang Bugui was extremely happy. After searching for so long, he finally met someone who knew that there was a cultivator in the world. He quickly said: "Senior, do you know where Yuxu Palace is?"
"Oh? My little friend wants to go to Yuxu Palace? Pindao has a map to get there. You can take it and take a look, but you need to use your valuables in exchange for the map." The Taoist stood up and said with a smile.
"The valuables on my body? It just so happens that I still have some gems." Wang Bugui thought for a while and took out some gems from his body. The gems of various colors were bright and bright.
"Okay, little friend, you are really generous. I will give you this map." The Taoist saw these gems and took out the map and handed it to him and said with a smile.
Wang Bugui took the map and found that it was really old and seemed to be made of animal skin. He followed the route recorded on the animal skin and searched back. He found that the Yuxu Palace pointed out on the map was on Yuxu Peak, but it had to be seen in a certain way because there was a magic circle blocking it.
So the God-Running King never returned and ran back to Yuxu Peak again. By the time he arrived, it was already dark. "Huh, huh, ah, I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted. Let's eat something first." Wang Bugui lay on the top of a hill and wailed. Fortunately, he had already prepared and wanted something to eat when he passed by the Kunlun Taoist Temple.
Although they only ordered steamed buns and braised chicken, they still ate with gusto. After a gust of wind swept through the clouds, Wang Bugui touched his belly and smacked his lips before getting up. Then he went to find the location of Yuxu Palace. He was not far from the place recorded on the map.
"Seventy steps to the left here, ninety steps forward, and thirty steps to the right." Wang Bugui followed the map step by step, but when he finished walking, he found that the surrounding area was also completely white.
"By the way, what method should I use to open it? Let's take a look." Wang Bugui looked at the method recorded under the map. He first took off his shirt and meditated, then knelt down on the ground and shouted "Yuanshi Tianzun", and walked around the place. I ran around the top of the mountain.
"Old bastard, bastard! You stole my money and waited until I came back before I beat you until you were called Yuanshi Tianzun!" Wang Bugui threw the map to the ground and roared angrily, because he found that after doing this, there was no reaction at all. , and finally found Golmud, the place where the animal skins were produced, after looking at the animal skin map. What kind of ancient map is that
The blood energy released by his angry roar shook the hilltop, and the power and sound even reached the ears of other tourists on Yuxu Peak. They vaguely heard the voice of a young man, and then they all thought of the mysterious young man during the day. Waves arose in my heart. The voice seemed to come from another mountain, but it was so clear and caused a slight shock. Could it be that he really has supernatural powers
At this time, Wang Bugui had already started roaring towards Yaochi. The power of anger made him break through his own limits and rush back at the highest speed all the way. But when he arrived, the Taoist had already left, leaving him kneeling on the ground and beating the ground.
After venting in Yaochi for a while, Wang Bugui lay down on the grass and fell asleep slowly. He had been running around for almost a day and had no energy to do anything. Now that it was late at night, he couldn't hold on any longer. He fell on the soft straw bed and fell asleep soon after.
"Ouch." Wang Bugui was awakened by the morning sunlight. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stung by the golden sword. He stood up slowly to welcome the baptism of the rising sun. In the morning, the Yaochi became more dreamlike and dreamlike. The golden light spread to the earth and covered the Yaochi with a layer of luxurious gold.
In addition, the sky here is as blue as a wash, like a piece of magical blue sky jade across the sky, and you can even see Yuxu Peak standing in the distance. But Wang Bugui didn't have time to appreciate it. Now he just wanted to find the deceiving magician. He stayed around Yaochi, vowing to catch this magic stick.
Sure enough, at noon when Wang Bugui was lying on the grass eating wild fruits, the magic stick appeared again. Today he was still dressed in white robes, but he also wore a fake white beard and replaced his Tao sword with a pair of white flags. It says, "A half-immortal fortune-teller, who predicts the past life at the top and the current life at the bottom, is not allowed to fail to receive wealth."
"I'm Longsi Li, hold on and run!" Wang Bugui shouted while eating wild fruits.
The magic stick also heard someone shouting and couldn't speak clearly, so he looked back. I saw a man wearing a weed collar emerge from the grass, screamed and flew towards him with a kick. Upon seeing this, the magic stick immediately turned around and dodged, and the kick missed him. When the man turned around, he realized that it was the guy who bought the map yesterday. He secretly shouted in his heart that he would run away.
"Hmm~ eh! Finally let me wait for you, and the magic stick will give me the gems!" Wang Bugui said after finally swallowing the wild fruit.
"You've got the wrong person. I'm a fortune teller and I don't know anyone who buys maps." The magician explained quickly while stroking his fake beard.
"Fuck you, don't think you can't recognize you just by pretending to be a beard. Give me back the gem quickly, or I'll slap your face brighter than the flowers here." Wang Bugui shouted.
The magic stick sucked the tooth flower, and knowing that he had been exposed, he threw the white flag and ran away. Wang Bugui blocked it with one hand, rushed forward and punched him, but unexpectedly he leaned over and dodged it. The next punch was still dodged, and then he kicked him away, but he dodged it again by bending down. The last flying kick was about to hit, but he turned around and dodged it with a jump. Wang Bugui felt that this magic stick still had some ability, so he had to use his real ability.
"You are forcing me to show my true strength, prepare to have a bright face!" Wang Bugui's face was covered with black lines, and he hit him with a bloody sea fist, and the surging blood formed a line of blood and pressed forward. go.
"Huh? You can actually do this kind of trick. You are not an ordinary person, so I won't be polite." When Nazhi Shengun saw this, he did not retreat but moved forward. He blocked the punch with one hand, and then moved up to grab his hand. Wang Bugui frowned and immediately knew that this was no ordinary person. He made a fist with his other hand and rushed forward but was caught again. Then he let out a loud shout and burst out with blood all over his body to escape.
"Haha, it took a while. But I still have to teach you how to respect your seniors and the rules that monks should abide by." The magic stick laughed, and then rushed forward to fight with him.
This little fight only lasted a few minutes. The lesson Wang Bugui imagined was not carried out. Instead, he lay on the ground with his face bruised.
"How about it? Do you know how to respect your seniors? It's your fate to be pointed out by me. Many people ask me for help." The magic stick looked at Wang Bugui who turned into a pig head and said with a smile.
These words made Wang Bugui angry. After being beaten like this, he was still giving advice. But there was no other way. I didn't expect that this magic stick was also a monk, and his Taoism seemed to be quite high. He really couldn't beat him. No matter what moves he made, he could resolve them with just one hand.
After being depressed for a while, Wang Bugui suddenly thought of the small pendant on his body. The small pendant contained very strong energy. After studying it, he found that the energy connection boundary emitted after injecting blood could be easily torn. So he secretly circulated the blood energy to activate the pendant. He poured almost half of the blood energy in his body into it, and then suddenly burst out.
"This is?!" Just as the magic stick was about to come over, he saw a bright blue light containing terrifying power rushing out of Wang Bugui's body. The blue light was as sharp as a fairy sword, and the space in Yaochi was torn apart wherever it passed.
"Hey!" The magic stick shouted in a low voice and used a few Dao talismans to freeze the space. Then he formed a big golden hand and suppressed it towards the blue light. There was only a clear sound as the blue light was shattered by the big hand. After that, the magic stick gathered his magic power and let the big hand turn into pure air and disperse, and walked towards Wang Bugui with a solemn expression.
"Who are you?" the magic stick asked. The pressure he released at this moment made Wang Bugui's hair stand on end, as if falling from an ice cellar. He had only experienced this kind of pressure from his father, Dracula, and Field. How could this magician have such terrifying pressure? Who was he