My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 224

A cloud of mist escaped into the cave, and sank straight into the body sitting cross-legged with closed eyes.

Jiang Yuan woke up immediately, looked down, and saw a small black card in his palm.

On the front of that small card is the Biyue Constellation composed of eight stars, of which the sixth star is faintly shining, and on the back is "White Tiger Bi Su, Zhenxing Six".

Jiang Yuan walked out of the cave with a small card in his hand. Although the Qingmeng Realm has already announced the dawn, the sun has not yet risen in the mortal world, and there is only a white light in the distant sky.

Looking up, the dark clouds have dissipated, the bright moon is faint, and the stars are faint.

Jiang Yuan held up the small tablet of Chenguan and sent it a portion of mana. The small card suddenly glowed with starlight. In the dim night, Biyue and the constellations flashed past, leaving behind a star, faintly connected with the small card.

However, as the sky gradually brightened and the stars disappeared, the vague connection was immediately broken.

"Officer Bi Liuchen seems to be a good talker, but you can visit again and listen to anecdotes about Tiangong."

"The Qingmeng Realm has gone, you can go to explore the underworld tonight."

Jiang Yuan smiled, put away the small card of Chen Guan, and then jumped up the hill, just in time to see Wuqian dissipate the dark clouds and slowly fall down.

The donkey exhaled a long breath of white air, and the wind and rain lingering on his body dissipated, and then excitedly rushed to Jiang Yuan, shaking the wooden mirage dragon in his chest and shouting: "Master, master, my practice this time, It was very quiet, and the thief never came."

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand, and the dangling wooden carving fell into his hand, the mirage in the mirage dragon's eyes suddenly flickered, and a blurry monkey shadow flashed across.

"He has been here before." Jiang Yuan said casually, it seems that this amulet made by hand is really effective.

The mirage dragon woodcarving is made by him using the power of the mirage dragon ball, using the lightning-struck peach wood as the material, and using Linglong's supernatural powers to make it. enemy.

"Linglong's heart uses 'heart' as its power, and I'm afraid it has more magical uses." Jiang Yuan rubbed the mirage dragon wood carving, thinking to himself.

"What, did the thief steal it? Why didn't I feel it?"

Wuqian yelled and looked around. When he realized it, he stared at the wooden carving on his chest, and said excitedly, "I knew that the master must have a way to deal with that thief! Master, is it this wooden carving?"

Jiang Yuan let go of the wood carving in his hand, and patted the head, "Don't think that everything is safe now, he is also spying on the Dao of this place, if he realizes the supernatural powers, he will definitely attack again."

Wuqian curled his lips in disdain, "Is the Huanghuang Dao something that wretched thieves can covet?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at Wuqian unexpectedly, and said with a smile, "It's not easy for you to be able to say such philosophical words."

"Master, don't underestimate me, I am also enlightened."

The big donkey grinned, showing his white teeth and holding his head high.

"Alright, keep working hard." Jiang Yuan laughed.

At this time, the rising sun jumped up from the sky, and its rays of light scattered in all directions.

"By the way, master, I found another wild fruit forest in the mountains a while ago. It should be ripe in a few days. I'll pick some for you to taste."

"Go."

Wuqian walked away on the clouds, Jiang Yuan stretched his body against the morning glow, and then returned to the cave.

It was night, Jiang Yuan once again left his body, this time he fell all the way to explore the underworld.

It's a pity that I didn't find the ghost gate in the Netherworld.

After entering the gate of ghosts, there is the underworld of Yama, and outside the gate of ghosts, there is boundless and boundless land.

There is no sun, moon and stars in Yintu, and the sky is turbid.

The landform is similar to the mortal world, but it is more desolate and lonely. There are mountains but no trees, grass but no flowers, rivers and no water, and there is a weird cold mist everywhere. Once you enter the cold mist, you will become muddled like a zombie.

Jiang Yuan was careless at the beginning, and was covered with some cold mist. Suddenly, he felt his whole body was cold, his consciousness sank, and he quickly dodged.

The Yintu is perilous, not only is there a strange cold fog, but also a terrifying wind.The wind came suddenly, without warning, and there were many ghosts in the wind, Jiang Yuan's yin spirit almost collapsed when it was blown.

Worried about encountering other dangers again, Jiang Yuan made a quick turn around and returned to the world.

The only harvest is that I ran into a few spiritual grasses by the side of the Yintu road.

It is a broom-shaped grass with slender and dense stems, and the leaves are lingering with a faint cold light like frost.

When the horrible wind blows, the ghost in the wind will lie on the stem grass, gnawing wildly, and the stem grass will wither quickly after the wind blows.

Dongming Grass, Fang Ding's first round of ten herbs, the king's medicine.

Precious spiritual objects in the mortal world can be seen everywhere in Yintu.

In the next few months, Jiang Yuan went to the Qingmeng Realm twice more with the official Chen card in his hand, had a good chat with Official Bi Liuchen, and was invited to be a guest at Bi Liuchen Palace.

During this period, Bi Liuchen's identity as an official surprised Jiang Yuan.

That official Chen, also surnamed Jiang, named Ji Hu, was the nephew of Taigong Jiang. During his lifetime, he accompanied Taigong Jiang to help Zhou conquer merchants. He served as a vanguard officer in the Muye War. Cast a spell to plot and die in front of the battle.

After his death, he enjoyed the sacrifices of the Zhou Dynasty and was conferred the title of god, and then ascended to the heavens with Bi Yuexing official, and sat in the Bi Liuchen Palace.

Jiang Yuan also heard from Bi Liuchen that during the battle between Shang and Zhou, the Heavenly Court sent many stars headed by 28 Constellations to help King Wu of Zhou fight against the witches of the Shang Dynasty.

After that battle, Shinto completely replaced Wu Ji and became the orthodoxy of Shenzhou.

Regarding those legends, Jiang Yuan was dazzled and full of longing, but it was a pity that Bi Liuchen officials only talked about them, so they didn't want to say more.

In addition to the Bi Liuchen Palace in the Qingmeng Realm, Jiang Yuan explored the Yin soil several times unwillingly, and finally found a ghost gate in the Nether Realm after accidentally bumping into a team of ghost escorts.

Jiang Yuan didn't go in, but returned to the physical body after noting the path.

He really wanted to visit Yama of the Ten Temples, check his life and death records, and verify the results of the fusion of soul and flesh. The reason why he didn't go was because the peaches in Rotten Peach Mountain were about to ripen.

The wind blows through the mountains and forests, the leaves rustle and sway, and the mottled sunlight sprinkled through the dense branches and leaves also sway with the wind.

In the bushes in the forest, lay a young man in a rough jacket who was sleeping soundly. The light spots kept dangling on the young man's face, finally waking him up.

Raising his hand to cover the dappled sunlight, the young man got up from the ground shaking his head, looked around, saw the deep and quiet forest, with overgrown bushes, and couldn't help but look puzzled: "Where is this? Why am I here?"

Snapped!The young man patted his head violently, and shouted in distress, "Damn it, why don't I even remember who I am."

Rubbing his head, he checked his body carefully again. After a while, the young man sighed bitterly: "Oh, there is no injury, why am I losing my memory?"

"It's dangerous in the mountains, let's talk about it after leaving here."

The young man looked up at the sun through the many branches and leaves, identified the direction for a long time, but he didn't know where to go down the mountain, so he just found a direction at random and walked in big strides.

Russling, in the quiet mountain forest, soon there is only the sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves.

"Why do you feel that the bushes are getting denser and denser? Could it be that you went wrong?"

The young man struggled to tear away the bushes wrapped around his body, took a few breaths, stopped and looked around, his face full of distress.

Looking back, he hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to go back, but in the end he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

"I don't remember the way I came here, and I will get lost when I go back. Don't worry about it, let's see where I can go."

There are more and more bushes, and the light in the forest is getting darker and darker. Soon, the thorny bushes full of barbs began to lie across the road.

After several hesitations, the young man decided to go one road to the end.

I found a few thick branches, wiped off the chaotic branches on them, tied them tightly with vines, made a simple stick, and used that stick to cut through the thorns and continue to move forward.

"Hey - it hurts!"

Walking through the thorn bushes, the young man was soon covered in bloodstains. A thorn slashed across his cheek, and the sharp thorn almost pierced his pupils. The young man's already pale face became even more ugly with fright.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a beast howled from deep in the forest.

The young man was startled again, looking at the thorn bush again, he still couldn't see the end, and began to tremble.

"Forget it, let's go back."

The young man seemed to be about to give up, and turned around to go back the same way, but he only took two steps, stopped, and turned around suddenly, with a ruthless expression:

"Anyway, they are all covered with bruises. If you go back at this time, you will be injured in vain. Go! Keep going!"

The young man tore off his tattered sleeves, wrapped up the wound indiscriminately, then covered his head and continued to drill deep into the thorn bush.

"Roar!"

A roar came from behind the thorn bushes, shaking the mountains and forests.

As if he hadn't heard the roar of the beast, the young man wiped his sweat mixed with blood beads, gritted his teeth and swung the stick, splitting the thorns, without stopping.

Suddenly, the front suddenly opened up.

　and also.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)