Holy Bone

Chapter 663 Lightning Strike

After this time I almost fell asleep in dreamland,
The old Taoist dared not fall asleep again.
In order to find something to do for myself,
At his urging,

The team went on the road again to Death Valley to find Master Luosang and the others.

The air here is thin, so the old Taoist dared not ride the plateau horse anymore, for fear that the horse would be exhausted and he would have no means of transportation when he returned.

The environment of the plateau is dangerous, and there are big mountains. Especially now it is still the rainy season when the mountain roads are muddy.

In the barren mountains and ridges, the night is quiet. In the gloomy and empty bison ridge, there are only the sounds of wind blowing grass and low sight of cattle and sheep, and the sound of Jin An walking and chewing dried meat to satisfy his hunger.

The old Taoist priest who was asked by Jin to ride on the back of a sheep looked at Jin An in shock: "Little brother, you touched cow dung cake just now... haven't you washed your hands?"

Jin An: "It's okay, I was holding cow dung cake with my left hand just now, but now I am holding beef jerky with my right hand."

"I'll find a chance to wash my hands when I get to the big river I mentioned."

Old Taoist: "?"

Even the goat couldn't help but glance at Jin'an.

The goat carried the old Taoist on his back, and his speed remained unabated. An hour later, the team finally heard the sound of water.

Next, Jin An successfully found the traces of grass leaves being trampled by human and animal teams nearby, and followed the traces down into the big valley.

Although Bison Ridge is surrounded by mountains, fortunately, the hillside is gentle and not too steep. Stepping on the grass under their feet, two people and two animals descended smoothly to the bottom of the valley.

During this period, the old Taoist was afraid that he would fall asleep again, so he would find something to talk about if he had nothing to do: "There are green waters and green mountains. I, the old Taoist, seem to have imagined that during the daytime here, there must be green grass meeting the blue sky, and the grass is low when the wind blows." Seeing the poetic and picturesque scenery of cattle and sheep, the big sun on the plateau shining on the grasslands all over the mountains, it is very close to the sky, as if you can touch the blue sky... It's not like the wind is blowing now, and I occasionally encounter a few bison bones, which is so old-fashioned. I feel that my old cold legs are starting to get sick again, and the soles of my feet feel cold."

Jin An laughed when he heard this: "Old man, you should wrap your body in a blanket. The temperature difference between day and night is huge here, so be careful to be caught cold by the night wind. Even if it's summer, you can't be careless. Getting a cold on the plateau will hurt you." Take half your life."

Hearing the words, the old Taoist nodded quickly and said yes, but he didn't try to be brave in front of Jin'an.After steadily descending to the bottom of the valley, listening to the sound of the big river nearby, the old Taoist glanced at Jin'an: "Little brother, there is water here, don't you wash your hands?"

Jin An, who was walking in front, replied casually: "Walk at night, don't go near the water, and find a safe place to wash in the daytime."

The old Taoist turned his head and glanced at the dark river beside him, where he couldn't see anything clearly, and nodded in deep agreement.

But after going down to the bottom of the valley, it seemed that the air became thinner and it was difficult to breathe. The old Taoist frowned. He silently wrote down this small detail and reminded him not to fall asleep again this time.

The days are long and the nights are short on the plateau. After traveling at night in the big valley for more than an hour, the sky and the earth have been dimly lit, and after another half an hour, the sky and the earth are all lit up. , Invigorating refreshment.

The old Taoist was surprised: "Little brother, this place is really a bit tricky at night. The air is thin at night, and breathing becomes much more comfortable during the day."

The old Taoist breathed in the air greedily as he spoke.

With that look, I can't wait to make up for the air I didn't breathe last night.

At this time, the two of them finally saw the whole picture of the big valley. The valley was so wide that the peaks on both sides could not be seen at a glance. It can be seen that several snow peaks are shining in the sun.

And in the big valley, there is a big river meandering through, sparkling in the sun, with a cool breeze blowing on the face, it is indescribably comfortable and refreshing.

After hearing what the old Taoist said, Jin An nodded: "It should be related to the disappearance of the thunderclouds, and the air here has returned to normal. This situation should only be temporary, otherwise this place would not be called Death Valley."

"Old man, we have been on the road for a day and a night, and the people and animals are a little tired. Now that the weather is temporarily returning to normal, let's rest in place for a while before continuing on the road."

But what the old Taoist cared about was not sleeping, but looking at Jin An: "Little brother, don't you wash your hands?"

Jin An: "..."

Seeing Jin An finally go to the river bank to wash his hands, the old Taoist finally fell asleep with a smile on his face.

In order to hurry and find Guru Luosang and the others earlier, Jin An only allowed the team to rest for half a day before leading the team on the road again.

……

The farther you go in this big valley, the road begins to become desolate, as if you have entered the land of yin and yang of life and death. One step back is the gate of life, and one step forward is the land of death. There are more rocks.

The plateau climate is so changeable, the same day is different, and one day can experience the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The old Taoist who rode his horse again: "It turns out that this is the true face of Death Valley. We have already stepped into the gate of hell."

Jin An, who was riding on the back of a sheep, said, "This shows that the further we go in, the more abnormal the weather becomes, and even the tenacious weeds cannot grow."

The old Taoist frowned and looked around: "Isn't this called Death Valley? Why can't you even see the corpse of a cow or horse that strayed into the valley?"

But this time Jin An didn't answer his words, and suddenly jumped off the sheep's back to check a scorched black pit on the side of the road.

The old Taoist priest also joined in the fun and looked over. The well-informed he immediately saw the details and asked in surprise: "Is this a lightning crater struck by lightning?"

Along the way, more lightning craters like this one were found.

The old Taoist shouted: "Mother, the further you go in, the easier it is to be struck by lightning!"

……

On this day, the two walked along the river bank to the depths of the valley, using the river as a signpost so as not to lose their way in this vast valley.

But here, the river is no longer clear, but more and more turbid, turning into yellow turbid water, and even the width of the river has shrunk by half.

According to the muttering of the old Taoist priest, this is called Jiuqu Huangquan entering the gate of ghosts, and they are threatened by lightning strikes at any time above their heads. They have stepped into the gate of ghosts on Huangquan Road.

Before dark, the team rested for a while, and then continued on the road, preparing to continue the night journey, not daring to sleep in the dark Death Valley.

Rumble!
Thunderclouds began to accumulate over Death Valley again, and the air was once again dull and suffocating.

"Little brother, is it because I am an old man that I am suffocating and have an illusion, as if there is... a fire in front?"

In fact, it wasn't the flames. The two of them approached and saw clearly that someone was fighting in Death Valley, and a monk in red was holding a golden statue of Buddha in his hands and was fighting desperately.

(End of this chapter)