After a long time, the shaking of the earth finally stopped.
The dust gradually stopped.
Zhu Changyang was riding on a sword and looking into the distance. He saw a full moon hanging in the vast black sky. Under the moon stood a mountain. The moonlight made half of the black mountain appear silver, and a group of golden-winged butterflies were dancing in the sky.
It was a perfect picture.
And now, from the top of the mountain downwards, there was a deep crack, like a broken bamboo.
Chang Fengchi was dumbfounded: "Brother Jun, did you really split the mountain in half?"
Although this mountain is just an inconspicuous one in Xianxing Mountain and not particularly tall, it is still a mountain after all.
Even his mother was far inferior to him in sword power.
Zhu Changyang said calmly: "The Water-Repelling Sword is very powerful."
“…Oh.” Chang Fengchi scratched his head, feeling something was wrong, but couldn’t put his finger on it for a moment.
Before he could think about it, Zhu Changyang had already flown towards Jun Shu with his sword, not very skillfully, and asked, "How is it, did you find anything?"
Jun Shu was suspended in mid-air, looking at the crack from afar, feeling somewhat surprised: "There is nothing strange in the mountain..."
At this moment, the dream butterfly in the distance became restless again, and like a gust of wind, it flew quickly into the gap.
Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu looked at each other, then drew their swords and followed.
The tip of the sword pointed downward and flew into the deep abyss.
As he entered, Chang Fengchi became more and more frightened. The crack was not very wide, just enough for two people to stand side by side, but it was deep to the foot of the mountain, with straight ups and downs on both sides, and the mountain walls were very flat. It was definitely cut by a sharp blade.
It flew straight inward and gradually reached a place where the moonlight could not reach. It was dark as far as the eye could see, with only the golden powder scattered by the dream butterfly.
Jun Shu skillfully took out his high beam, illuminating the entire chasm clearly.
Studio:
[No, Jun Shu was so handsome when he just split the mountain with his sword. Can you please not use the high beams at this time? Your style has dropped again! ]
[Am I the only one who is relieved? This is the first time he used high beam in the right situation! ]
The dream butterfly flew deeper and deeper, the gap became narrower, and suddenly the golden butterfly group flashed and disappeared.
Chang Fengchi was stunned: "Why is Mengdie gone?"
Zhu Changyang pointed to a place in front and said, "Look there."
It turned out that they had reached the bottom of the crack, and there was a small hole at the bottom of the mountain wall in front of them.
The entrance to the cave was very small, just enough for one person to pass through. It was hidden under the mountain wall, in a dark corner where even the moonlight could not reach. If it weren't for the dream butterfly leading the way, it would have been difficult to find.
Jun Shu used his hand gestures to check and found nothing unusual, so the three of them entered one after another.
After entering the cave, there is a slightly steep stone staircase leading down. You can faintly hear the sound of water. It is quite humid, but there is no moss on the stone steps.
I guess the immortal’s “punishment of shaving the head” is everywhere, so that even moss cannot grow.
After walking for about a few dozen feet, the view suddenly opened up. There was actually a very spacious cave at the bottom of the mountain. The top was covered with golden powder of dream butterflies, which illuminated the dark underground cave.
There is a shallow underground stream at the east end of the cave, and the sound of water comes from there.
Chang Fengchi was a little confused: "What is this place?"
Zhu Changyang shook his head: "I don't know, this is my first time here too."
Chang Fengchi: “…”
Jun Shu looked around and felt something: "There seems to be the breath of the surviving people here."
"What surviving clan?" Zhu Changyang was confused.
Just as he was about to ask, the group of dream butterflies in front seemed to have sensed something. They suddenly circled around, gathered into a group, and then flapped their wings together, shaking off bursts of golden powder.
As the golden powder flew, the group of dream butterflies actually transformed into the appearance of a young man on the spot.
Zhu Changyang grabbed Jun Shu's wrist and said, "Hit me now. I'm starting to have hallucinations again."
"It's not an illusion." Jun Shu took his hand and explained, "This is Mengdie recreating the scene left by the predecessors."
As an ancient spiritual butterfly, the dream butterfly can not only create dreams, but also reproduce various scenes related to certain specific auras.
Zhu Changyang: Got it, 3D image reproduction.
Your cultivation world's technology is still strong.
According to Jun Shu's guess, this young man should be the person who lived in the cave before and left some kind of breath here. Mengdie just sensed this breath, so she used it to conjure up the appearance and various scenes of this person at this moment.
Chang Fengchi was surprised: "This cave is buried under the mountain, how could someone live here?"
Jun Shu looked in the direction of the young man and said, "You can ask him."
Zhu Changyang and Chang Fengchi looked up and found that the young man had completed his transformation and had regained his complete form. Not only that, but he was actually alive.
This person was tall and dressed in coarse cloth. He seemed a little confused when he first appeared. He looked around with his eyes open. Finally, his eyes fell on the three people and he asked in surprise: "Who are you and how did you get in here?"
Zhu Changyang:!
A breath of air can actually interact with each other. You in the cultivation world really don't follow science.
The three men stepped forward, and Zhu Changyang briefly recounted their experience of entering the mountain, and then asked about the other party's origins.
"Ah, is the mountain above really split open?" The man walked quickly to the direction of the stairs. Sure enough, he saw a very faint light coming through the hole above. He could also smell the air outside. He was immediately overjoyed, "Great, really great."
As he spoke, his eyes became slightly moist. After a while, he returned and thanked the three people repeatedly, "Master, thank you for your kindness in saving me from the mountains. I am deeply grateful."
It sounds like being trapped here.
Zhu Changyang became more and more puzzled and asked about his doubts.
The man sighed and said, "My last name is Wang. I am originally from Changping, south of Fubiao Mountain. My family makes a living by collecting firewood. My neighbors call me Wang Qiaozi."
Zhu Changyang noticed that he still called Xianxing Mountain "Fubiao Mountain" and had some guesses in his mind, but he did not say anything and just continued to listen to him quietly.
Wang Qiaozi said that his family lived in the northern suburbs of Changping. One day, he went to Fubiao Mountain to chop firewood. Unfortunately, he encountered a wind hole and was accidentally blown down into a deep valley.
Fortunately, he was agile and used his axe to chop into the vines growing on the cliff as he fell. After several buffering steps, he survived the disaster, but he also broke both his legs.
The valley was surrounded by steep cliffs and he had difficulty moving. He thought he would starve to death in the valley, but he unexpectedly met a girl named Rugui.
When Rugui saw that he was injured, he kindly took him back to a cave, treated him to sumptuous food and wine, and reconnected his legs.
Wang Qiaozi lived in the cave for several days. When his legs were able to move again, he asked Rugui how to get back.
Rugui said that when the wind blows again at night, he can send him back to the top of the mountain and let him go home.
At night, a strong wind blew in the cave. Unexpectedly, the wind was particularly strong that night. Rugui was worried that Wang Qiaozi could not withstand the strong wind, so he suggested waiting until dawn when the wind was less strong before leaving.
The two waited in the cave all night, and when the morning light shone through the cave entrance, the strong wind finally subsided.
Rugui then took Wang Qiaozi with him, ready to escort him out of the cave. Unexpectedly, as they had just stepped onto the stairs, there was a sudden loud "boom" outside, and a huge monster pressed down on the entrance of the cave, blocking it tightly.
After doing this several times, they finally discovered that there was actually a high mountain pressing down on the cave.
Although Rugui has magical powers, he is far from being able to move mountains and seas, so he can only give up the idea of leaving.
The two lived together in the cave from then on and later got married.
There was no sun or moon in the cave. Day after day, countless years passed. Gradually, Wang Qiaozi's memory became more and more vague.
"I remember that day, many butterflies with golden wings appeared in the cave. I hadn't seen living things for a long time, and I was fascinated by them..."
At this point, Wang Qiaozi's eyes were dim, as if he was trying hard to recall the scene at that time, but in the end he just scratched his head regretfully, "Alas, I can't remember what happened after that."
Zhu Changyang and the other two looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
I think the night when Wang Qiaozi was about to leave the cave was the time when the immortals were advancing here.
Wang Qiaozi thought he could go home at dawn, but he didn't expect that the strong wind disturbed the immortal, who brought such a punishment on Fubiao Mountain.
Not only did it make Fubiao Mountain barren of grass and extinct of birds and animals, it also blocked Wang Qiaozi's way home.
Chang Fengchi asked curiously, "You said you and your wife have lived in this cave for many years, but I see there is nothing to eat here. How can you survive?"
Wang Qiaozi is not a monk, so he cannot practice fasting.
Wang Qiaozi smiled and said, "It was only later that I learned that Rugui was a descendant of the Brahma clan."
"Brahma?" Chang Fengchi was stunned when he heard this, then he suddenly realized, "No wonder."
The illiterate cultivator Zhu Changyang looked at the mosquito-repellent eyes: "What is the Brahma tribe?"
Jun Shu explained: "The Brahma tribe is an ancient tribe. They know a very special skill..."
Zhu Changyang: "What technique?"
Jun Shu was about to answer when Wang Qiaozi beside him suddenly exclaimed, "Rugui said he prepared a banquet to thank you all."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a copper plate. The copper plate was about ten feet square and was filled with all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.
This was so sudden that Zhu Changyang was not mentally prepared at all. He was immediately:
Even the developer poked a cat's head out of his pocket, eyes wide with shock: "Meow?!"
Why would someone vomit more than this!
Jun Shu was not surprised, and said calmly: "This is the skill of the Brahma clan, which can contain the entire clan."
"A clan?" Zhu Changyang suspected that he had heard wrongly, and wanted to ask again, but he saw Jun Shu looked at Wang Qiaozi and asked, "Where is your wife?"
Wang Qiaozi said somewhat embarrassedly: "Rugui's outer garment was accidentally eaten by insects and ants, and now only one piece of clothing is left. It is inconvenient for me to come out to meet guests."
It is said that since the entrance of the cave was blocked by the mountain, the grass and trees in the cave gradually withered. In the end, even moss no longer grew, and the insects and ants in the mountains had no food.
It turns out that this Fubiao Mountain is full of spiritual energy. The insects and ants that grow here are very extraordinary. There is a kind of fire ant that can even chew up spiritual stones.
One day, Rugui got his clothes wet while playing in the water, so he hung the clothes by the wall and lay down to take a nap. He didn't want to sleep too deeply, and when he woke up, he found that most of his clothes had been eaten by hungry insects and ants.
From then on, Rugui was left with only one piece of clothing. Fortunately, there were only the couple in the cave, so it was not a big deal.
But today I have a guest and it is not convenient for me to come out to meet him.
The more Zhu Changyang listened, the more sad he felt. Being trapped in this cave was miserable enough, and even his clothes were eaten by insects and ants. So he said, "I have some cloth here. I can make some clothes for your wife..."
Wang Qiaozi waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal Master, but Rugui does not want to wear ordinary clothes."
Chang Fengchi sweated when he heard this and advised, "There's no need to be so particular at this time, right?"
"You don't know." Wang Qiaozi shook his head and explained, "The Fan tribe is a very special tribe. Rugui's clothes are precious colorful clothes that have been passed down from generation to generation by the women in the tribe. They have a very important meaning. Therefore, after the clothes were eaten, she felt very guilty and vowed to make a new colorful dress before she could meet her tribe members..."
At this point, Wang Qiaozi sighed heavily, his face full of sorrow, "But the colorful clothes of the Brahma tribe are made of the mist silk spit out by the snow horseshoe crab. There are still snow horseshoe crabs in the Snow Spraying River, but they have not spit out mist silk for many years. I heard that even the immortal master is very difficult to find, and I don’t know when I can find one…"
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Changyang took out a stack of soft silk that was as thin as mist from his pocket and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I just happened to have some mist silk on hand."
Wang Qiaozi was stunned for a moment, almost unable to believe it: "This, this..."
Zhu Changyang handed him the silk and said, "Show it to Madam to see if it's suitable."
Wang Qiaozi was delighted at first, but then he became embarrassed: "How can this be..."
Zhu Changyang waved his hand: "It doesn't matter."
Although mist silk is precious, it is not a necessity for him.
It is truly sad that this couple was trapped underground for thousands of years due to an unexpected disaster.
He thought that the audience in the live broadcast room would also hope to see this kind-hearted Brahman woman see the light of day again.
Wang Qiaozi was filled with gratitude and thanked him again, saying, "Then wait a moment."
He reached out to take the mist silk and swallowed it into his mouth.
Zhu Changyang:
Wait, the "family" Jun Shu just mentioned couldn't be referring to...
Wang Qiaozi stood there in silence for a while, then suddenly he perked up and said, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and a woman fell to the ground.
The woman was very beautiful, wearing a newly made dress made of misty silk. She bowed to Zhu Changyang and the other two and said, "Thank you very much for your help, young lords."
Zhu Changyang: !!
So the Brahma tribe really took the entire family into their mouths? !
While still in shock, I suddenly felt a sinking sensation on my shoulders and a dark shadow jumped up.
When he turned around, he saw the developer stepping on his shoulders and stroking his head with his bloody mouth.
Zhu Changyang was puzzled: "What are you doing?"
"It wants to learn from the Brahmans and hold you in its mouth." Jun Shu sneered, stretched out his hand, picked up the cat like a plastic bag, and hit the cat's head viciously, "It's wishful thinking."
Developer: “Meow~”
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Studio:
[Hahaha, little cat, big ambition! ]
[To be honest, this Brahma clan has some connections! ]
[You understand connections.]
The author has something to say:
The setting of the Sanskrit tribe is taken from the story in "Youyang Zazu". The imagination of the ancients was really weird.
(End of this chapter)