Chapter 103 Nine-Headed Demonic Tiger
"Aren't you good at pinching and calculating?" Cheng Mai said sarcastically.
"It's not good to overdo some things, especially girls' worries." Shang Xingjian poured her a glass of wine again, "Drink more, and you won't be able to drink anymore in the future."
Cheng Mai: "..."
The golden dragon coiled on the arm of Shangxingjian: "..."
This was very rude, but it didn't dare to say anything more.
The simple dishes from the store were served one after another. The dishes were all normal and tasted okay, but Cheng Mai didn't eat enough.
Shang Xingjian was happy with his meal, but he never felt unhappy about it.
After eating the hot pot, Cheng Mai paid and left with Shang Xingjian. It would take more than two hours to walk up the mountain. The cable car was closed, so we had to walk up.
There are also people crawling at night, sparsely, and occasionally one or two can be seen.
After half an hour of climbing, Cheng Mai couldn't walk anymore. It was either a slope or a step.
"I can't walk anymore." Cheng Mai put his hands on his knees, looked up at the distant mountain road, and felt his eyes go dark.
Shang Xingjian looked back at the panting Cheng Mai, seemed to think for a moment, and finally walked back and squatted down in front of Cheng Mai as if resigned to his fate, "Come up."
Cheng Mai was not polite at all and lay directly on Shang Xingjian, "It would have been better if it had been like this earlier. It took me so long to walk."
"I'm really sorry for your noble legs." Shang Xingjian steadily carried the person on his back, "It's time to exercise, look at the flesh that has become like marshmallows."
"Keep your dog's paws at ease." Cheng Mai said and locked Shang Xingjian's throat. Whose buttocks have hard meat? This person just took advantage of her deliberately.
Shang Xingjian leaned back a little and clicked his tongue. Even if he was carrying a person on his back, he could walk up the mountain quickly.
"The air in this mountain is pretty good." It's much better than the air in Yuncheng where the dark clouds dominate the city.
"How can the air be bad in a place full of spiritual energy like Zhongling Yuxiu?" Shang Xingjian replied, "The air will be better in the mountains."
But tens of thousands of years ago, this place was once a dark place full of swamps.
It is a place where Suixing banishes and imprisons evil spirits and ferocious beasts.
Cheng Mai lay on Shang Xingjian's shoulder and frowned slightly, "I always feel that this place shouldn't be like this."
"Probably because there is a dragon bone to hold the mountain." Shang Xingjian said perfunctorily but not very carefully.
Cheng Mai didn't bother to listen to him.
Shang Xingjian had long legs and long steps, and soon left the scattered people behind.
Following the sound of water flowing all the way, Shang Xingjian led Cheng Mai to the spring the boss mentioned.
The spring stretches across the entire mountain, and the spring is located in a col on the top of the mountain, just behind Hanshan Temple.
The lights of Hanshan Temple finally went out, and most of the monks took a rest.
In the quiet mountains, there is only the moonlight.
Cheng Mai jumped off the merchant's slip, looked at the small spring, and then looked down the stream. Not far away, the spring water gathered into a river one or two meters wide.
Shang Jian raised his hand, and a golden dragon circled out from his arm.
Cheng Mai turned around and saw the shortened version of the golden dragon.
Cheng Mai: "..." This is nothing like the domineering golden dragon I saw for the first time.
The golden dragon climbed down from Shang Xingjian's arm and quickly disappeared into the spring.
"It..."
"The keel belongs to it. It can find where the keel is suppressed faster." When Shang Xingjian explained, he did not forget to take out two chairs, "The moonlight is good, and it is suitable for moon viewing tonight." Cheng Mai said in Shangxing Jian He sat down next to him, now he was too used to lazy people like him who could sit and never stand.
"It's always by your side?" Doesn't that mean that the golden dragon knows everything between them?
Hearing this, Shang Xingjian asked, "Why, did you do other things while I was sleeping to avoid being seen?"
Cheng Mai: "Yes, I want to strangle you to death,"
Shang Jian laughed loudly and looked up at the bright moonlight, "There are many people in this world who want me to die, but I just can't die. God can't take my life, let alone you and others."
Shang Xingjian looked at the moonlight, while Cheng Mai looked at him, "What do you mean God can't kill you?"
"They are dead, but I am still alive. Isn't this the best proof."
"Yeah, so why are you still alive?"
Shang Xingjian looked away and looked at Cheng Mai leisurely, "I just ate your hot pot and you actually regretted why I didn't die?"
This woman has no heart!
Cheng Pui moved his lips. This didn't seem right.
"Slip of the tongue." Cheng Mai explained.
"Oh, that's what I really think." Shang Xingjian was angry, the kind of anger that could be coaxed over a meal.
Cheng Mai tugged on Shang Xingjian's sleeve, and Shang Xingjian snorted and continued to ignore him.
Cheng Mai touched the tip of her nose. It was because she had been thinking about this problem before, but she didn't expect that she actually said it without holding back.
The golden dragon came back very quickly, and after returning it was wrapped around Shang Xingjian's wrist, "The foundation of Hanshan Temple was built with my dragon bones."
Therefore, if the keel is to be withdrawn, the entire Hanshan Temple will inevitably collapse, which is another big project.
Shangxingjian didn't care, he just smoked when he smoked, but Cheng Mai had to think more, there were too many tourists in Hanshan Temple, and those tourists were innocent.
We need to find a way to get all the tourists to leave.
We must also investigate clearly which of the monks in Hanshan Temple are innocent and whether they are human beings.
"Although Hanshan Temple is small, it is still a temple. If we act rashly, I'm worried that the country will find us." Cheng Mai frowned and said, "But there is nothing we can do."
Shang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Tell me."
"Carry out an earthquake early warning, and get the people away first." Anyway, the earth will shake when the keel is pulled out, so providing an early warning first will make it easier for everyone to accept it.
"That's a good idea." Shang Xingjian said, and with a wave of his hand, the ground shook.
Cheng Mai: "..."
Cheng Mai hugged Shang Xingjian's arm and gave him a warning first.
After the ground shook for a while, there was movement in Hanshan Temple not far away. The lights came on, the monks became anxious, and some tourists ran out in panic.
Just as Cheng Mai was about to say something, Shang Xingjian put his arm around her waist and climbed up the tree. She stood on the trunk and looked at how many people had appeared where they had just been standing.
Several monks.
Cheng Mai was held firmly by Shang Xingjian. He was not worried about falling. Instead, he looked at the leader below and said, "It's the one from the Shen family."
The few monks below looked around, seeming to be looking for something. Some monks even performed rituals, but they couldn't find any breath.
The old monk squinted his eyes slightly and looked up. Cheng Mai looked at him and his heart skipped a beat, but the old monk didn't seem to see him and continued to look elsewhere.
Shang Xingjian flipped his fingertips, threw out a piece of talisman paper, and stuck it on the old monk's back. The old monk turned out to be a nine-headed demon tiger, and each head was a different creature.
Cheng Mai looked at the scene in front of him in shock, and his outlook was shocked again.