On this side, Busujima Saeko and others continued to advance towards the fourth-level road. On the other side, on the mountain range where Nanzhao and the Tang Dynasty border met, flocks of birds and beasts were flying, as if some great disaster had befallen the mountain.
This mountain is also a famous peak nearby. It is not famous for its rich internal resources, but for its steep location and occasional supernatural phenomena.
At the foot of the mountain, in a dilapidated and abandoned village, the sound of wood breaking could be heard continuously.
"How could it be gone? How could it be gone?" Jin Bing's rough voice spread from one end of the village to the other, his tone full of disbelief.
Bang! A whole house collapsed and hit Jin Bing because of his huge searching movements. Jin Bing, like a giant, shook off the bricks and tiles on his body, frowned and walked to the middle of the village.
"The intelligence is wrong? It turns out that the fortune-telling in Shushan is not entirely true?" Jin Bing continued to mutter.
My goodness, when the hexagram came out, the fortune teller was so confident that Jin Bing thought it was really that effective. But it turned out to be a little watery.
This time he came to this long-abandoned village to look for a kind of herb that grows together with the heartbreak grass. This herb cannot cure the poison of the heartbreak grass, but it can repair the bodies of people who have survived the poisoning of the heartbreak grass.
This kind of herb generally only grows near Nanzhao. In view of the complicated internal situation in Nanzhao, only a few towns began to communicate with the outside world as a pilot, and Tang people were prohibited from entering from other directions. The defense line formed by the poisonous insects was not indestructible, but it was basically impossible to avoid and sneak in.
It was precisely because of these that Jin Bing came to this place based on the hexagrams of the Shushan School, but after searching for a long time, he could not find any signs at all.
"Hehe, if there is no such thing, then there is no such thing. It doesn't matter." Huang Puying looked at the distressed Jin Bing and spoke to comfort him.
Jin Bing looked at Huang Puying's tuberculosis-like performance and shook his head, "Well... I think we should go to Shushan again. After all, there is a relationship. They can't deliberately give the wrong hexagram. It should be correct if we calculate it again."
Huang Puying lowered his head and sighed silently, "There is no friendship at all. I just owe them a favor unilaterally. I haven't repaid the life-saving grace of Li Sansi and his wife yet, and now I want to repay their son Li Xiaoyao. It's really... eh..."
Jin Bing looked at Huang Puying who was sighing with his head down and knew that this man was starting to feel embarrassed again. Huang Puying was good in every way except that he was too thin-skinned. After receiving the kindness of the chivalrous thief Li Sansi and his wife, he simply gave up his position as the Godly Constable, gave up the title of Iron-Armed Divine Eagle, and stayed in Yuhang Town.
Just as the two were about to go out, the ground seemed to suddenly begin to shake.
Jin Bing stretched out his hands above Huang Puying's head and put them together to form a platform to help him block the rocks that might fall from above.
earthquake
Jin Bing grabbed the ground with his feet and glanced around in confusion. Then something incredible happened. The mountain in the distance suddenly disappeared from Jin Bing's sight. There was no sign or manifestation of any magic. It just disappeared out of thin air.
After the top of the mountain disappeared, the shaking of the mountain stopped. At the same time, the trees on the entire mountain began to shed their leaves, and one piece of emerald green leaf after another slid down from the trees.
This strange situation continued to spread, and within a minute it had spread to the vicinity of Jin Bing and his group.
Fallen leaves passed by his eyes. Huang Puying reached out and pulled out a leaf. Between his two fingers, he felt that the moisture in the leaf had dried up, leaving only a layer of green shell.
Huang Puying flicked the ashes in his hand, took a look at the mountain whose top had disappeared, moved his body, and was about to go to the top of the mountain to find out what was going on.
Jin Bing reached out and grabbed him, "What are you going to do?"
"Someone is destroying the earth veins. This will mean the end of our family lineage. I have to go and take a look!" Huang Puying said very seriously.
"We don't need you. Someone has already gone." Jin Bing pointed at a small dot flying next to the mountain. It was a forest ranger from Nanzhao, equipped with professional poisonous insects. In this environment, their combat effectiveness was definitely much stronger than that of Huang Puying who had been injured for a long time.
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a strong wind blew around the entire mountain, but it was obvious that the wind was man-made, because only one-third of the trees on the mountain were affected by the strong wind. The ranger was in this area. The ranger was caught in the strong wind and danced in the air, but he was completely unable to resist the power of the wind. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Jin Bing and his friends' sight.
"Let's go!" Huang Puying suddenly turned around, catching Jin Bing off guard.
"Where are you going?"
"Shushan!" Huang Puying replied quickly.
Although Huang Puying did not see the monster that destroyed the earth veins and took away the forest ranger head-on, there was no doubt that it was a big monster. If it were twenty years ago, when he was in good health and in a light condition, he would probably rush forward and try to capture the monster. But forget it now. People should always have some self-knowledge.
Thinking of this, Huang Puying glanced at Jin Bing who was running wildly behind him. After spending so many days with this huge and strong man, Huang Puying had almost figured out his background.
No one knew which school of martial arts and magic he practiced, but he did get some points. It was just that his combat experience was a bit lackluster. When they occasionally sparred, Huang Puying felt like he was fighting with a kid who hadn't even mastered the internal skills. If he had his previous experience, he might have been able to learn a thing or two.
It's a bit strange. Aunt Li is so familiar with him, why doesn't she teach him
"Cough cough." Huang Puying, who had been practicing martial arts continuously, couldn't help but cough again. The aftereffects of the heartbreak grass made his endurance almost non-existent.
On the disappearing hilltop, a monster with yellow hair, erect ears, a pointed face, and wearing tattered armor was lowering his head, as if he was receiving a reprimand.
"Let the person go, and return the anger. Did I ever teach you this, little boy?"
"Yes, Buddha."
After responding with a wronged sound, the light yellow energy floated out from the human bag in Huangmei's hand and returned to the mountain. The disappeared mountain top was also reinstalled. The captured ranger and his poisonous insect also appeared under the tree, but they were unconscious.
Seeing Huang Mei's unhappy look, a laugh suddenly came from the race bag, "Hahaha, you idiot, idiot!"
After the laughter, the human bag deflated and there was no sound. The whole mountain moved slightly and returned to its original shape perfectly. Huang Mei's eyes were red and his body was shaking, as if he was crying.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Huang Mei slapped himself a few times.
The voice in the human bag came from the laughing Maitreya Buddha from the East, who was also his master.
Since the Journey to the West, Maitreya Buddha is the only Buddha who admitted his mistakes and took on the responsibilities he should have.
Huang Mei was brought back to Lingshan by him for strict discipline and careful teaching, and gradually he looked like a monk. But at this time, Lingshan underwent a drastic change. The mounts of the Buddha and the enlightened boys around him all capsized in the water, and together with the enemies who came from nowhere, they attacked Lingshan from both inside and outside.
Huang Mei also received information from the void when the incident happened. This information also carried a certain amount of energy. As long as Huang Mei accepted it, his power would be greatly enhanced.
However, after chanting sutras and learning the truth with Maitreya Buddha for so long, and because Maitreya Buddha once tried to protect him, he ultimately did not turn against him.
Picking up the golden cymbal in the lecture hall and activating it with his magic power, Huang Mei directly captured the defenseless man in black robe. These people seemed to have never thought that a boy like Huang Mei Da Wang would resist after receiving the spiritual information.
After all, Maitreya Buddha is the only one in the entire Lingshan who would teach a monster as if he were teaching his real disciple.
But before Huang Mei could be happy, countless men in black robes appeared from all directions. With their combined attack, the golden cymbal was broken directly from the outside.
Maitreya Buddha was still laughing heartily, showing his elegance while being besieged by numerous enemies. His eyes were full of satisfaction when he looked at Huang Mei. When the number of enemies increased, Maitreya Buddha put down the acquired human race bag from his waist. Endless strong wind rose up around him, sucking the man in black robe into the human race bag.
There was only one person left. His face was pure black with lotus patterns on it and there was a wind-calming bead on his head. He stood still in the violent gale.
Maitreya Buddha did not look surprised at all, as if he had known for a long time that someone had the Wind-Fixing Pill. He grabbed Huang Mei with his big hand, turned him up, and then threw him backwards with force.
As he flew up, Huang Mei saw the world around him begin to collapse, and everything seemed to have returned to the chaos when the world was first created. He also fainted, and when he woke up he found the human race bag tied to his body.
It was just that a crack had appeared on the side of the race bag for some reason, and it looked like it had been cut open by a pair of scissors. But what could cut open a race bag? Huang Mei couldn't imagine it.
Just as he was examining it carefully, a familiar laugh came from the human bag.
Huang Mei was overjoyed when he heard the laughter, thinking that Maitreya Buddha had come out with the human bag. Facts told Huang Mei that he was too optimistic. The laughter came from only a fragment of Maitreya Buddha's spiritual consciousness, which was about to dissipate, because there was no spiritual energy in the human bag anymore, and the original spiritual energy had already leaked out from the cracks.
In order to add spiritual energy to the spiritual consciousness, Huang Mei did not hesitate to extract the vitality of the entire mountain to the top of the mountain, and then directly collected the top of the mountain with the help of the human bag. This extreme behavior naturally went against the intention of Maitreya Buddha.
After receiving a reprimand and returning his vitality, Maitreya Buddha, in order to make up for Huang Mei's mistake, returned the entire mountain to its original appearance, and his spiritual consciousness dissipated even more seriously.
After slapping himself a few times, Huang Mei carefully put the human bag into his arms. Now was not the time to feel sorry for himself. He had to find a suitable source of spiritual energy, otherwise the spiritual consciousness of Maitreya Buddha in the human bag would really dissipate.
Huang Mei made a simple hand gesture and tested the rules of this world. He heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that because this world was connected to Lingshan, the basic rules were the same, so most of his spells should still be usable.
The reason for trying this first is that Huang Mei knows clearly that he is not a human bag or Maitreya Buddha, and does not have the ability to come up with his own rules.
Before leaving, Huang Mei saw the ranger fainted under a tree. He thought for a while, stretched out a finger, and drew a big circle around his body. With this circle, he could basically guarantee that the ranger would not be eaten by wild beasts before he woke up.
After doing all this, Huang Mei took a step forward and performed the art of riding on the clouds.
A small cloud appeared under Huang Mei and carried him upwards. After testing the rules, Huang Mei wanted to see if there was any place like heaven in this world. Such a place should be able to help him.
After reaching a certain height, Huang Mei made a hand gesture and changed the seals. His magic power spread out around like ripples. He indeed sensed the existence of another world, but there was no passage between that world and the world he was in. All the openings were sealed.
To put it in a metaphor, when all four gates of the Heavenly Palace are closed, the Immortal Guiding Platform also stops working. In this way, if one wants to enter, one can only break through the boundary by oneself and force their way in. Well... Sun Wukong can do this, but Huang Mei is not quite up to it.
Since looking upwards didn’t work, Huang Mei changed his mindset and tried looking downwards.
As the summoning spell was recited, several lonely souls flew up from below Huang Mei and flew behind him.
After taking a look at the number, Huang Mei had some impression of this world in his mind. It was a relatively peaceful world, with only three or two lonely souls in such a large area.
The rebirth mantra sounded, and the lonely soul was slowly saved. As long as the six realms of reincarnation existed in this world, the rebirth mantra could help the lonely soul enter the reincarnation in this world. The lonely soul slowly fell into the ground, and Huang Mei helplessly discovered that the lower part was as tightly closed as the upper part.
There is no road above, and the only road below is for the dead. Huang Mei doesn't dare to go to the ghost world as a living person now. Who knows if the ghost world here will show mercy? As for committing suicide and becoming a ghost, that is even more nonsense.
Since everything above and below is blocked, I can only look for it in this world.
After Huang Mei made the decision, he changed his body shape and transformed into a human using the forest ranger as a template. He flew for a while in the direction indicated by the lonely soul before his salvation. When he was near a village or town, he chose an empty place and landed on the ground, ready to get some information first.
After walking along the road for a while, Huang Mei realized that people around him were looking at him and pointing at him, but his disguise was intact, and he didn't understand what was going on for a moment.
Boom boom boom~
Heavy footsteps accompanied by the shaking of the earth came from behind Huang Mei. Looking back, he saw a strong man nearly three meters tall running wildly on the road with a person on his back.
Huang Mei paid a little attention to this sturdy man, because he did not trample any holes on the road even when he was running. Apart from other things, he was good at controlling strength. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the situation in this world.
"Cough, cough, cough." Huang Puying lay on Jin Bing's back, covering his mouth and coughing twice.
Huang Mei stretched out his hand and stroked his arm, pulling off a weasel hair. When the strong man passed by him, the hair bounced onto the clothes of the person on his back.