Chapter 234: Plan before taking action
"I see..."
Hear this explanation.
Partridge Whistle's tensed mind finally relaxed a little.
Just.
How could he imagine it?
Kunlun Temple and Jingjue Ancient City have long been in his plans.
Not to mention the utensils, gold, silver and chalcedony everywhere.
The jade eyeball in the ancient city is definitely one of the goals of his trip.
As an imitation of the Muchen Bead by the Zagrama clan, although it is not a real phoenix courage and cannot be seen for a long time, the ancient country Jingjue after the Zagrama clan accidentally discovered it. an ability.
That is to summon the black snake.
Chen Yulou is determined to win it for another reason.
He will try to hide the truth with the help of that eyeball.
Deceived the snake god.
The real Muchen Bead is the Eye of the Snake God, the undisputed number one divine object in the world of ghost blowing lanterns.
How could you miss it so easily?
As for the land of the Divine Palace, although it is full of dangers and evil spirits, to him, it is no different from a cave in the fairy world.
"Then... I'll bother Brother Chen."
He hesitated for a moment.
Partridge Whistle clasped his hands in his fists and bowed in thanks.
Although their clan has only been searching for the Muchen Bead for a thousand years, the history of the Zagrama clan is extremely long, dating back to the era before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
They appeared in the Ghost Cave later than the Demon Kingdom, but much earlier than the Ancient Jingjue Kingdom.
The past four or five thousand years ago.
Even though it has been passed down orally from generation to generation, he has never been back due to the vicissitudes of life and the changing world. He is really not sure what has become of his ancestral land?
As for Chen Yulou, Wulu’s strength, means, character, and vision are all far beyond his own.
If only he was there to help.
The possibility of breaking the ghost curse can be increased by at least 30 to 50%.
It’s just that he felt really sorry.
After all, before this, he had almost all been responsible for finding the Muchen Bead and entering the Qi Refining Pass.
Chenjiazhuang and Changsheng Mountain are busy with affairs.
How could I be embarrassed to bother him with everything?
"What's the trouble?"
"Brother Taoist, have you forgotten what happened at Dongting Lake many years ago?"
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
It is precisely because he knows the character of Partridge Whistle.
That's why he took a step back, which was considered a step up.
Dongting Lake?
Hear these three words.
Partridge Whistle's eyes flashed, and countless lights and shadows seemed to appear in the depths of his mind, and finally the picture was frozen.
That year, the previous generation of Taoist Banshan passed away, and the old foreigner and Hualing were still young. The entire search for pearls in Zagrama fell on his shoulders.
Partridge Whistle deeply felt that if things continued like this, it would be difficult to find the Muchen Bead even in his lifetime.
So, he resolutely broke the rule set by senior Bishan not to think about it with outsiders, and chose to cooperate with Xiling.
Interconnection.
Inquire about the news.
On that occasion, he and Chen Yulou burned incense and worshiped by the Dongting Lake.
At this moment, hearing him mention it, the dusty memories in my mind suddenly surged up.
"By the way..."
Chen Yulou thought of something again and asked curiously.
"Brother Dao, when you set out for Kunlun Mountain this time, why don't you go back to your clan?"
It stands to reason.
Before going to Zhelong Mountain, I have to go back and worship.
Isn’t it necessary to go back to Zagrama Mountain, the ancestral land of their clan’s holy mountain?
“The last time we left, the three of us, brothers and sisters, have brought most of the relics with us, and the ancestral temple in the back mountain has also been sealed. Even if someone breaks in unintentionally, it will not be destroyed.”
Partridge Whistle shook his head.
Why didn't he want to go back?
It has been twenty years since he was a teenager and followed the previous Taoist Master Banshan. It has been twenty years since he was a teenager, and it has held so many memories for him.
But the curse lasts for a day.
Going back can only be a long-cherished wish.
“That’s it.”
Chen Yulou finally understood.
No more questions.
Walking along the long embankment of the lake.
The two chatted about their experiences for another sixteen words.
Unconsciously, we have arrived outside the Guanyun Tower. The Partridge Post no longer stays, saying that he will take advantage of the time before departure to practice in seclusion.
The stakes are high.
Naturally, Chen Yulou would not stand in the way.
He actually knew that the previous scene was undoubtedly stressful for everyone.
But at the same time, the road he walked on was like lighting a lamp in the vast night.
The journey of cultivating Taoism is like climbing a mountain at night.
Every step is extremely difficult.
With him lighting the lamp, the roadless partridge whistle, the old foreigner, the flower spirit, and the red girl all have a direction.
"Brother Dao, you must calculate the time carefully."
"As late as half a month, as early as ten days, we will set off."
"Brother Chen, don't worry."
Partridge Whistle nodded heavily.
This matter is of great importance. It can be said to be his biggest wish in this life, so why would his schedule be delayed due to seclusion and practice.
Looking at his tall and thin back, he disappeared between the white walls of Uwa.
Chen Yulou thought for a moment and did not open the door to enter the building. Instead, he walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.
Not long after.
Wait for him to pass through the moon cave door.
The lush and lush yard in the past has now withered a lot due to the onset of autumn, and is no longer as vibrant as it once was.
"Master..."
Walking through the forest path.
Suddenly, a voice came from the front.
Looking attentively, a figure in a long gown was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the ancient pavilion.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Yuan Hong?
It is completely different from the first time we met at Pingshan.
Now, instead of having white hair on his body, his behavior is almost the same as that of a human being.
Even if you look closely at his profile, he gradually becomes more human-like.
The most amazing thing is.
When it was in Pingshan, it had already lived for decades, and it was definitely at the end of its life when converted into an adult.
But after I started practicing, I felt like I was back to my old self.
My eyes were burning, and my divine light was restrained.
It doesn’t look like he is in his twilight years at all.
"Huh? Thirteen yuan."
Chen Yulou nodded casually.
But when he glanced at Yuan Hong, he found that it was full of demonic power, with streaks of black gold light floating on its chest.
The last time we set off was in front of Kuanglu Mountain.
Cai Kankan refined three to five mandrill bones.
I didn’t expect that the progress after this retreat would be so amazing.
"Yes..."
"Fourteen yuan should be about the same these days."
Yuan Hong responded softly.
He looked neither surprised nor happy.
Even a little restless.
"Practice pays attention to step-by-step... There is no need to worry too much. This speed of practice is enough to be proud of."
"Thinking too much and looking forward and backward will easily lead to a paranoid mind, which is not beneficial to practice."
Chen Yulou knew what was going on as soon as he saw it.
Having experienced the previous panic in Chenjiazhuang, the power of heaven and rolling thunder and fire.
It is clearly under pressure.
Hear these words.
Yuan Hong felt his heart shake.
The words that the host said that day seemed to ring in my ears again.
Submit the ape in mind and tie the horse in mind.
In an instant, the confusion in its eyes disappeared, leaving only a trace of determination.
"Yes, Master, Yuan Hong understands."
"After some time, we will set off for the Kunlun Mountains. When the time comes, you may follow us, and you may have a chance."
"Kunlun Mountain Mountain? ”
Yuan Hong’s eyes lit up.
Although it was born as an ape, today it can be regarded as having read hundreds of books and traveled thousands of miles. Its knowledge and vision are beyond the reach of human beings.
How can we not know the weight of these three words Kunlun Mountain?
The ancestor of the mountains and the residence of the immortals.
“Yes, Master, Yuan Hong has taken note of it.”
Without any thought, Yuan Hong quickly agreed. Don’t say anything else.
When did the master set out on a journey, whether it was Pingshan Mountain or Zhelong Mountain, did he not reap a full harvest?
Looks like a fight to get the gold.
But there are also countless opportunities for practice.
Not to mention, now that he has personally said that there will be a chance, he can imagine it with his monkey brain, which is definitely a great thing.
If you don’t agree, you are out of your mind.
"Okay, practice hard."
Hearing the excitement in its tone, Chen Yulou knew what Yuan Hong had guessed.
As people grow older, they become more refined.
What’s more, it itself is a mountain spirit.
After saying a few words, Chen Yulou walked around the ancient pavilion and continued to walk to the backyard.
Walking through the bamboo forest, you can see Kunlun's figure like a bow from a distance, practicing every move carefully.
Luofu is standing on the rockery.
Seems to be judging.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yulou couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
Inside and outside Zhuangzi, Kunlun was probably the only one who treated Luofu as a human being, and the latter, besides him, the one he trusted the most was Kunlun.
"Ahem..."
Looked at it for a moment.
Chen Yulou coughed lightly and walked out from behind the partition wall with his hands behind his back.
“The shopkeeper.”
Seeing it was him, Kunlun immediately stopped his efforts and grinned.
Luofu also looked surprised.
It turned into a stream of light and fell from the rockery mountain to his shoulders in an instant.
“Kunlun, do something for me these days.”
“Please give me the shopkeeper’s instructions.”
“Take Luofu to the foot of Shijun Mountain and use the fire dragon to condense it. Fire intention, remember...you will not be heard if you go alone.”
Hearing this, Kunlun suddenly understood.
Luofu is a phoenix, and his talent is fire, but after all, he has never completely transformed into his ancestors. In the previous fights, he relied more on his speed and sharp claws.
As for the Hundred-foot Fire Dragon under Shijun Mountain, it hardly has much use except for refining weapons.
For people.
The fire dragon is difficult to approach.
But for Luofu, it is like a paradise in heaven.
"Okay, then I'll set off right away!"
"Remember, no more than fifteen days, don't waste time."
Chen Yulou added another sentence.
This matter is so serious that he is worried about ordinary people.
The fire in the mountain was too heavy, and Huamaguai and Hongniang couldn't bear it.
Kunlun is undoubtedly the best choice.
After saying this, he gently tapped Luofu's head with his hand, "Did you hear that? I went to Shijun Mountain. Don't worry, try to refine the true fire as much as possible."
"Wait. When I go to Kunlun Mountain, I will let you eat to your heart's content."
When I said this.
Countless mountain spirits and evil spirits flashed through Chen Yulou's mind.
Snow Maitreya, Spotted Jiao, Sin-eating Balu, Jingjian Agama, Di Guanyin, Light-extinguishing Silver Doll...
Luofu who is connected with him.
How can I still not understand.
Immediately fluttered his wings and flew to Kunlun's shoulder.
A pair of eyes full of expectation.
The last time I ate the blood of a great goblin was under the curtain of an ancient building in Longtan Mountain.
"The shopkeeper, I'm going right now."
Kunlun didn't delay either.
Turn around and go straight to the stables in Chenjiazhuang.
Not long after, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the mountain road. Chen Yulou, who had returned to Guanyun Tower, watched Kunlun and Luofu leave from a distance through the window.
Wait for them to disappear outside the vast mountains and forests.
He then retracted his gaze and turned to look at the map hanging on the wall beside him, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Where is Zagrama Mountain located.
He didn’t know.
But the location of Jingjue Ancient City is roughly known.
Starting from Xiangyin and heading to the desert in the far west, it seems that we only need to cross the boundaries of Sichuan, Chongqing and Qinghai provinces along the way, but the distance is at least thousands of kilometers.
I went to southern Yunnan before.
A one-way trip takes nearly two months.
After this trip, it takes at least half a year to prepare.
This is why he said before that he must do everything possible.
During the Republic of China, the biggest trouble was that the food, clothing and housing were fine, but the last line of writing was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
The Western Region is even more barren and uninhabited.
Often not a single family can be found within dozens of miles.
The ancient city of Jingjue is located in a vast desert. Apart from him, perhaps no one among the tens of thousands of people on Changsheng Mountain has the concept of desert.
This undoubtedly increases the difficulty.
Wind and sand, direction, loss of temperature, food, water source...
These are all issues that must be considered, rather than just relying on enthusiasm. In that case, the greatest possibility is to die. In the sky full of yellow sand.
He rubbed his brows.
Even though I have already thought about my trip to Kunlun Mountains.
But when he was actually faced with it, he realized that it was almost impossible to cover everything.
Walk all the way to the stone room downstairs.
After a while.
In front of the desk, Chen Yulou quickly wrote down a page of words.
It is nothing more than a medicine to treat sunburn and frostbite.
Before arriving in the desert, food is the least important factor to consider. You can replenish supplies along the way, but sufficient medicine must be prepared.
The temperature difference between day and night in the desert can be so great that it is despairing.
After a brief review, Chen Yulou put the paper aside with satisfaction.
If you plan to be late, let Guaizi prepare in advance.
Of course, these are only temporary, and there will definitely be supplements in the future, but half a month is enough.
Wrote these.
He took out another piece of calligraphy and painting paper.
Countless lights, shadows and images flashed through my mind.
After a long time, he drew two lines horizontally, representing the ancient channel of the Kongque River. Then he went a little south and drew a stone statue, which represented the ruins of the road leading to the Black Desert.
Then a coffin was drawn in front.
That is the tomb of Prince Gumo under the ancient city of Xiye.
At this point, his thoughts became smoother and his pen tip fell on the calligraphy and painting paper faster and faster.
But even so.
By the time I put away my ink pen, half an hour had passed.
On the two-foot drawing paper, countless lines, even numbers, graphics and English letters have been drawn at this moment.
If you are an outsider, you will never understand what he means.
But it simplifies the ancient city of Jingjue onto this square page.
Since Pingshan, Chen Yulou has been accustomed to deciding the overall situation first and planning later.
It is just a Kunlun Temple, and there are countless dangerous monsters.
What’s more, this trip will include the ancient city of Jingjue, the Kunlun Temple, and the Snake God and Ghost Cave all in one.
Not absolutely sure.
It was in vain to go there.
With this template in hand, after taking a short rest, he took out another piece of drawing paper and began to make a simplified map of Kunlun Temple.
Time passes minute by minute.
His whole body was almost completely immersed in it.
It's not just him.
At this moment.
Outside Guanyun Tower.
In a small courtyard dozens of meters away.
Partridge Whistle opened the bamboo basket and carefully found an atlas from the bottom.
Looks to be quite old.
The albums have rough edges, are old and yellowed, and are even torn in many places, as if they will turn into a pile of paper scraps if applied force.
But he regarded it as a treasure and moved as gently as possible for fear of causing damage.
Spread gently.
By the skylight outside the window.
It was clearly a hand-drawn map.
His fingers followed the winding curves all the way to the west, and his eyes finally stopped on a hill beside a river.
Obviously it is just an ordinary sight.
But his eyes instantly turned red, and his jaw, hands, and even his whole body were trembling slightly.
“Kongque River, Shuangheishan...”
(End of this chapter)