"How do you recognize this person?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"Hasn't He Zhou become an immortal? Why is he still dead?" the fat man asked.
Zhuge Chanjuan asked the question first, but Nanfeng did not answer her question, but looked at the fat man, "Even Da Luo Jinxian will die, not to mention He Zhou is only a heavenly immortal."
"How did you know about what happened eighty years ago?" Fatty asked.
"I heard that." Nanfeng said casually.
"Who told me who killed this man?" The fat man asked again.
The reason why Nanfeng didn't answer Zhuge Chanjuan's question was because Zhuge Chanjuan might be jealous if he told the truth, but Fatty kept asking questions and had to answer, "He Zhou was originally a divine general of the Wind Department. He died eighty years ago. The hands of Qing Zhangjiao Cheng Wuzi."
"Headmaster Shangqing?" The fat man frowned in confusion, "Headmaster Shangqing should be a mortal. How could a mortal kill an immortal?"
Nanfeng shook his head, "I don't know."
"The Shangqing Sect seems to have a magic called borrowing the universe, right?" Zhuge Chanjuan squinted at Nanfeng.
"I don't know." Nanfeng could only continue to pretend to be confused. Back then, in order to rescue Yuan Anning, he had no choice but to cast the borrowing method Qiankun in Chang'an. At that time, a Yuqing Taoist recognized this spell. , casually mentioned that seventy years ago, Cheng Wuzi, the leader of the Shangqing Dynasty, used the Dharma Qiankun to kill He Zhou.
Fortunately, although Zhuge Chanjuan understood the truth, she did not get jealous. Instead, she pointed at the moon bear below and said, "Since He Zhou is dead, we should try to tell it so that it doesn't wait any longer."
Nanfeng shook his head, "Let it wait."
"It has been waiting for eighty years," Zhuge Chanjuan sighed, "at least eighty years."
"It can't wait for its master to come back, but as long as it is still waiting, there is hope in its heart." Nanfeng shook his head and said.
"It will die here of old age." Zhuge Chanjuan couldn't bear it.
Nanfeng didn't answer.
"Is there some formation around here that trapped it here?" the fat man said. The moon bear was skinny and skinny. When the three people arrived, it was looking for food at the foot of the mountain.
Nanfeng shook his head, "There is no formation nearby, and there is no confinement. It is because it does not want to stay away from the cave. It may be worried that someone will break into the cave, or it may be worried that the owner will not find it when it returns."
"Alas." Fatty sighed. Lao Bai was in the same situation back then and had been waiting for him in the valley for many years. But compared to the moon bear, Lao Bai was much luckier because he waited until he found his master.
"Not all waiting has results." Nanfeng stroked Ba Ye's feathers. Ba Ye also had similarities with the moon bear. After Li Qiye no longer needed it, he returned to the cave where he grew up and died. Wait there for him to come back. No one among the aliens may be smarter, but aliens are often more loyal than others.
"Are you sure there are no prisons around?" Zhuge Chanjuan turned around and looked back, "This mountain peak has a radius of three or four miles. Logically speaking, food should not be so scarce."
"One by one will die. As time goes by, the surrounding birds and beasts will no longer dare to come." When Nanfeng spoke, he extended his spiritual energy, which blocked the earth's energy within a radius of twenty miles. The animals within this range immediately panicked. , running around wildly, a large number of birds and beasts broke into the solitary peak. The moon bear also sensed it and turned around in panic. Just as a pheasant flew nearby, he bit it and returned to the door with the pheasant in his mouth. Looking around anxiously.
"This is not a long-term solution." Zhuge Chanjuan said. She naturally knew that the beast's panic was caused by Nanfeng.
"That's all we can do." Nanfeng withdrew his spiritual energy and urged Ba Ye to continue heading west.
"Still going west?" the fat man asked.
Nanfeng nodded, "There is another place, eight hundred miles to the west."
Zhuge Chanjuan said, "Eight hundred miles to the west is the realm of body poison."
"Yes," Nanfeng nodded, "at the junction of Middle Earth and Body Poison."
"What is it?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
"It's a mysterious escort." Nanfeng said. After saying that, without waiting for the two to ask, he took the initiative to tell the details, "This clue was provided by several warriors who used to escort escorts. They are at the border between China and Shendu. There is a Gobi desert in that area. There are several abandoned ancient cities in the Gobi, one of which is called Jihari... "
"Jihari is Sanskrit and means green tree." The fat man interrupted.
Nanfeng nodded, "The ancient city is located in the eastern part of the Gobi. It has been abandoned for many years. There is a mysterious escort there. As long as the passing merchants hire him to accompany them, the horse thieves wandering in the Gobi desert will not dare to attack easily. Their idea is that this man is thin and thin, wearing loose clothes and covering his face. No one has seen his true face, and no one has heard him speak."
"What kind of cultivation level does this person have?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked.
Nanfeng shook his head, "Some people have seen him perform moves before, saying that his moves are faster than lightning, and his movements are cunning and popular. However, no one knows what kind of cultivation this person has, because he does not show any color when he moves. .”
"Eight hundred miles is not close, it's more than a thousand miles back and forth." The fat man didn't want to go.
"Could this escort be a gang of horse thieves?" Zhuge Chanjuan also lost interest.
"Listen to me," Nanfeng raised his hand, "This person's escort service started in Jihari and ended in Luchad..."
"Lecade is also Sanskrit and means waterweed." The fat man interrupted again.
Nanfeng nodded and continued, "The distance between the two places is more than 500 miles. It takes a camel to walk for half a month. During this half month, this person does not eat or drink, nor does he need to lie down and rest."
"Maybe I'm used to the art of fasting grains." Zhuge Chanjuan answered casually.
Nanfeng waved his hand, "No, I suspect this person is a dead person."
The fat man became interested when he heard this and asked eagerly, "A dead man can still act as a escort?"
"This is exactly what I'm confused about. This man doesn't seem to recognize money, only money bags," Nanfeng said. "No matter what the passing merchants give him, he will keep it, and then go with him to protect him and give him a bag of stones." He then gave him a bag of sand and he kept it. When he met a caravan returning to China, he would give the reward given to him by the previous caravan to the eastbound caravan and entrust the caravan to transfer the reward to Luoyang. A family somewhere.”
"Where is Luoyang?" The fat man wondered.
"The former capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty is no longer called by this name." Zhuge Chanjuan said. After speaking, she looked at Nanfeng, "When did the warrior who provided the clues see this person?"
"Two years ago, according to them, this person had been in that abandoned city for many years." Nanfeng said.
"Two years is not a long time, that person is probably still there now." Zhuge Chanjuan said.
The fat man curiously asked, "Have those merchants who returned to China found that family?"
"What are you looking for? What he handed over to others was mostly rocks and sand. Who would go looking for it?" Nanfeng shook his head, "Besides, the place he mentioned is long gone. Even if he wanted to look for it, he wouldn't be able to find it. "
"Since he never speaks, how can he ask people to carry things to Luoyang?" the fat man asked again.
"When he asks someone to carry something with him, he will give them a wooden sign with the address engraved on it," Nanfeng said.
Zhuge Chanjuan asked, "Were the writings on those wooden plaques engraved before, or were they engraved temporarily?"
"Not sure," Nanfeng shook his head, "There are many paths to the Western Region, but that path only leads to Shendu, and caravans only pass by in summer, so not many people know about it. I suspect that this person has already He has been dead for many years, but only because his wish has not been fulfilled, his soul remains in the body, doing what he wanted to do during his lifetime."
"It's possible," the fat man nodded. "In a situation like his, is he a ghost or a zombie?"
"It's definitely not a ghost, but it can't be considered a zombie. It can only be regarded as a ghost." Nanfeng said. Zombies are just a type of ghost. If this mysterious escort is really what he said, it can also be counted as a ghost. Yin object, and Yin object is exactly what he needs for this gamble.
"Come on, eight hundred miles is not close." The fat man instructed Lao Bai to speed up.
"You've been tired all night, do you want to take a rest?" Nanfeng asked.
"Stop, go quickly, I want to see what's going on with this person..."