The night in the mountains was dark, and neither birds nor beasts were seen, nor the sound of insects. The whole mountain was silent, Sweet Potato was holding Gu Shen's clothes, and the little wild ghosts were silent. The mountain god does not know where to rest, the atmosphere is mysterious, and the way forward is more and more unpredictable.
Cang Ji stepped on the rotten leaves and said, "There is no other thing in this mountain, not even a worm."
Gu Shen picked up the leaves and smelled them carefully, then smashed them into the palms of his fingers. Although he does not have the ability to fly and escape beyond the mortal body, he has the eyesight to see into Qiuhao. Gu Shen looked around at the trees that covered the sky and said, "This mountain is full of trees, and the roots and vines are far more intricate than other places. Could it be that the mountain god also has the ability to induce decay?"
"No." Jing Lin said, "It should be Dongjun to revive all things and revive the corrupt. If this god can do the same, he should have a place in the Nine Heavens Realm."
The gods gather in the nine heavens, and each shows supernatural powers and holds great powers. For example, the Drunk Mountain Monk, who used his magic wand to overcome Jin Zhenxie, did not rely on his admirable talent, but on his true appearance. Anyone who cultivates will be born in a sea of spirits. The truth is built by the heart and urged by the spirit, and everyone is different. The original appearance of the drunk mountain monk is "drunk mountain", because this person has a strong and sturdy nature, it is difficult to submit to others, and his obsession is particularly heavy, so he has been unable to purify the six faculties for a long time.
Dongjun is even more different. When Jiutianjun first named him, the Three Realms were in an uproar, which shows the controversy. He is a monarch and god, but he still needs to do this spring-calling thing. It is not that the current Chengtianjun intends to suppress it, but that no one can do it except him.
The conversation between Jing Lin and Gu Shen did not end, when he saw Cang Ji walk around the tree and use his feet to poke away the thick rotten leaves. He leaned in and sniffed softly, saying, "This place smells weird. There's an unfamiliar stench in the mud."
Gu Shen squatted and rubbed the mud, he sniffed with his fingers: "I can't smell it."
Cang Ji lightly kicked Sweet Potato's butt and said, "Come here."
Sweet Potato clenched his clothes tightly, his ears drooped, and said with fear and fear, "No need to smell it, it's the smell of corpses..." He cried and said, "There are many people dead here."
Gu Shen digs the mud with a sheath, and when he dug to the depth of two palms, he dug out a senran phalanx. He said: "The bones of the ten thousand people that the pig essence said must be here."
If they uncovered the soil at this time, they would be able to see the bones of the mountain overlapped and piled up into a mountain. The towering trees are rooted in them, and the mountains are lush with bones.
Gu Shen moved the phalanx and said, "If there is a mark on the bone, if it is strangled, it should be on the neck. How can there be a mark on the phalanx."
"It depends on what this grandfather of the mountain god is. It must not be a beast, but if it is a kind of insect or snake, it is not like it." Cang Ji's fingertips ran across the scars between the phalanx, "It's too thin. In the city, have you never seen him?"
Sweet Potato replied tremblingly: "No, I haven't seen it... If I have seen it, I can find my mother."
Jing Lin never made a sound, he raised his finger and stroked the tree trunk. The leaves swayed, and there seemed to be a rhythm between the friction.
Gu Shen said: "I can't even see them, how can they still escape?"
"Although I can't see it." Sweet potato whispered, "But Grandpa Mountain God knows every move in the city. He never allows people to go out without permission, so no one can go out."
"I can't see the spiritual world here, so I ran away if I wanted to." Cang Ji said, "What method did he use to make people so obedient?"
"Afraid." The little wild ghosts grabbed the corners of their clothes and said in unison, "Brother, I'm afraid!"
"What is uncommon, and can be hidden in front of you." Gu Shen asked thoughtfully.
"It's not common." Jinglin's robe was blown by the wind, and he raised his hand to stroke the tree, "It's better to say that it is the most common."
Gu Mu was hunched over, unable to hear the sound.
But when you see the starlight, close your eyes and listen. The breath was light and thin in the wind, and the surrounding trees swayed with the breath, condensed into a group of mountains and waves, and then melted into the wind, returning to the night.
Dongjun suddenly stopped and turned his ears, stopping the questioning of the drunken mountain monk. He said, "Listen."
The Drunk Mountain Monk stood up with his staff and remained calm, and after a while, he said, "Not a single fart."
"Such a wonderful sound, but you just want to listen to farts." Dong Jun said, "It can be seen that there must be a reason for you to be lonely."
"Stop talking nonsense, what can you hear?"
Dongjun's eyes were half closed, showing a kind of joy. He said: "This place is surrounded by mountains and is a natural barrier. If external things don't disturb it, it should be a paradise. Therefore, the grass and trees are of the same mind, and the mountains and rivers are of the same origin. But the bad thing is that people build the city, which not only disturbs the spiritual energy, but also adds to the debt. Damn."
"I see that the terrain here is very clever, and the spirit of heaven is pregnant within, so it nourishes all things and transforms into spirits, and there are so many monsters running all over the mountain. Where does the dead aura come from?" The drunk mountain monk asked in confusion.
"You don't realize that it's natural." Dongjun put his hand down, "otherwise, what else do you want me to do. But as an assistant officer of the Soul Chasing Prison, you can't even remember the realm under the jurisdiction of the god Zhongdu, no wonder they When I see you, I will stumble openly and secretly."
"The god in charge of Zhongdu is as vast as a sea of smoke, and I can't remember when my hair grows out." The drunk mountain monk asked, "Who is in charge of this place?"
Dongjun said lightly: "No one cares."
The drunk mountain monk took a few steps to look around and said, "Since this place is pregnant with heavenly spirits, why didn't you send a god in charge?"
"Because the debts of this place have not been paid." Dongjun said, "The Division of Boundaries measures all places, and where the incense is prosperous, the temples are erected, and the gods in charge are stationed in accordance with their merits. You have been in town before, and you can invite Huiyan. Immortals with such qualifications are stationed, and it has an inevitable relationship with its continuous incense for hundreds of years. One does not worship the sky here, and the other does not ask for gods. It is the sea of blood demons who swear. Tube."
"How absurd, if you worship demons, you have nothing to do with it! How can you ignore it?"
"It's only five hundred years, you forgot." Dong Jun glanced at him, "You are a demon slayer, and the demon slayer, apart from Li Rong, is not Lin Songjun."
The drunk mountain monk choked for a while before stubbornly said: "Although I only have the responsibility of slaying demons, if it is to eliminate demons, it is not impossible. Besides, after Lin Songjun, can the entire Nine Heavens Realm be unable to be picked again? Anyone!"
Dongjun sighed softly, and said faintly: "How can people be so picky? It is easy to kill demons, but it is difficult to eliminate demons. In the world, apart from those who died in the sea of blood, there are only Li Rong's Poe Spear and Jing Lin. The pharynx spring sword. Now that the pharynx spring has been broken, where will Cheng Tianjun come from again? The cultivation base is easy to seek, and the true appearance is rare. The way of eliminating demons and guards often involves the sea of blood. take over."
"There are all Buddhas in the Brahma altar. If I don't believe it, no one can exorcise the devil."
Dongjun suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He walked away with his hands behind his back and said, "You idiot! When will you be able to understand it will be twists and turns. If the real Buddha is easy to invite, then why should Li Rong sleep in the sea of blood. One thing in this world is exchanged for another. Things have always been a combination of merit and virtue, and cause and effect form a circle.”
The Drunk Mountain Monk followed closely behind him: "You said that people here worship demons, but I see all the monsters. What about people?"
Dongjun shrugged: "I'm going to pay off my debts."
"No," said the Drunk Mountain Monk. "Since the demons have not been eliminated, who can ask them to repay their debts?"
"Debt yourself. A few people can accumulate resentment and turn into a bird, but the Rakshasa bird is not a great thing after all. But if thousands of people accumulate resentment and blood splashes, I can't imagine what will happen." Dongjun was very excited. , "But let me run into it."
Gu Shen was lured by the sound of silence, he slowly stepped forward and touched the tree trunk. The ancient tree, which had never moved, suddenly wept its branches, and touched Gu Shen's eyebrows from Gu Shen's shoulder. The rough skin of the dry branch slipped past inch by inch, and it hurt a little to scratch.
"He..." Gu Shen's throat suddenly choked up, and he pressed down, "Do you recognize me? Although I have been to the north, I have never been here."
The rhizomes of the ancient trees were pulled out from the soil and then turned over to the white bones. The vines grew more and more, and Gu Mu was bent over and turned into a huge monster dragging roots and mud. His roots slid, moving slowly. The branches rubbed Gu Shen's face as if recognizing it, and then gradually passed over Gu Shen and leaned towards the sweet potato.
Sweet potatoes are on all fours, ears being stroked by vine branches. He was stunned to see the monster move in front of him, and let out a cry for no reason.
"mother."
The little wild ghosts stepped on the mud and climbed up the monster's rattan. They showed innocent and lively smiles, bowed their heads on the vine branches, and said happily together: "Mother!"
The sweet potato was held up by the rattan, and the little wild ghosts were also surrounded by the rattan. He had neither face nor mouth, but Cang Ji and Jing Lin both heard humming. In the vague humming sound mixed with thousands of voices, he gently shook the children, and the sweet potato hugged his vine and cried.
"Mother." Sweet potato leaned against him, "It's my mother!"
"It's a mother!" The little wild ghosts rolled around laughing and rolling between the mud and the vine, "It's a mother!"
"He" took the children and moved down the mountain. The mountains and trees were separated into roads, and the bones kept falling from his vines to the mud. He seemed to be still searching and swimming to a farther place.
"Where is he going?" Cang Ji turned to see Gu Shen, but found that Gu Shen was already in tears.
Gu Shen held the scabbard and wiped his tears incomprehensibly: "...I thought he knew me."
Jing Lin looked at the way, but did not answer. He seemed to have understood something, but he couldn't spit at Gu Shen.
Gu Shen turned his head and saw "he" patrolling the mountain away, and suddenly felt unbearable pain. He couldn't even tell where the pain was, just repeated: "...I thought he knew me."
The mountain god patrols the mountain at night, and the stars all over the sky guide him. He went round and round like this, wandering among the mountains over and over again. There are more and more little wild ghosts poking out of the grass. They play with bare feet, ride on the rattan of the mountain god, and call "mother" unevenly.
Gu Shen shook the copper bell on his waist, urging him to follow. The bell woke Gu Shen, but not Jing Lin. His eyes lingered on the copper bell, as if he saw an old friend.
The little stone man jumped out of his sleeve, chased Gu Shen's side, and jumped up to pick enough copper bells. The copper bell went around Gu Shen and hid it in his belt. The stone fell to the ground, watching Gu Shen chasing the mountain god with the copper bell, for some reason, his back looked a bit lonely.
Cang Ji squatted behind it and pressed a finger between its grass crown: "Bring it back, what's the hurry."
Shitou held Cang Ji's fingers and was carried by him on his shoulders.
"Since you didn't say a word, you must have understood some reasons." Cang Ji looked in front of him, "This thing is neither a demon nor a demon, and it is not vicious, but it kills evil. I think he has no spiritual sea, and both inside and outside are a mass of chaos. What is he?"
Jinglin stepped on the bones, lowered his head and watched for a moment, and said, "If I guess correctly, Gu Shen will not be able to go home."
"What does this have to do with him?" Cang Ji said.
"It's not related, but it's related." Jinglin kicked away the bones mercilessly, "This place is a treasure land of feng shui, but people have messed up the heavenly spirit. This city was built by people, but it is located in the deep mountains, and there is no access to roads. No outsiders are allowed in either. There is only one way out of the city, and a heavy gate has been built with iron locks. The monsters still feel unable to escape, let alone mortals.”
"It's like a stone pot." Cang Ji said, "It's surrounded by mountains and is naturally dangerous. It's inconvenient for people to live here. But the city is well-built, and it's not like fleeing from disaster."
"It is indeed built for escape." Jinglin said, "but it is to escape for guilt. Donglin kills four of Chen's mouths and can attract Rakshasa birds, but thousands of people die here but no evil things are seen. The Division of Demarcation didn't notice it, yes Because Huang Quan didn't report it."
"What?" Cang Ji asked, "Are there any relatives of King Yama here?"
"I'm afraid I won't recognize it." Jinglin paused for a while, "Mostly after killing people, even the soul is swallowed."
"Where did so many little devils come from?"
Jinglin looked at Cang Ji and said, "Children died early."
Cang Ji asked, "What the hell is this place?"
"This city is not Taoyuan Township, but a Tibetan nest. There was a saying in the Winter Forest Realm, 'All the girls in that car froze to death'. Although the middle crossing is wide, it is not us who are able to freeze to death. Is this the way?" Jing Lin paused for a while, and did not continue.
But he still heard Cang Ji ask the key.
"Why." Cang Ji looked cold, "Only send the girl here."