My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 264 Give You Wealth
In the dim night, the temple in the middle of the mountain has lost the hustle and bustle of the day, and the blue bricks and green tiles appear quiet and quiet.

In the silence, a cloud of fragrance, a cloud of gas, and a cloud of dark wind floated over.

"The guard of the bamboo forest is domineering and domineering. I don't know how the fairy elder got this tearful bamboo?"

"I exchanged two spirit pills with him."

"To impress those domineering guards, it must be the celestial medicine of the Heavenly Palace. The little god really wants to see it."

"Let's take the stele first."

"Yes, it's important."

The fragrant cloud fell to the ground silently, and the Yuelu mountain god in crown clothes walked out. The cloud parted, revealing Jiang Yuan riding a mount, and the cloud of cloudy wind scattered around the temple, turning into the members of the mountain god's mansion.

A group of figures landed, except for a few night watchmen carrying lanterns, rubbing their bodies, and shouting "Why is it suddenly cold?", the temple was still silent.

"Immortal Elder, please share the tearful bamboo with the little god. I will ascend to the altar in the temple and use the tearful bamboo as a medium to mobilize the power of the incense and fire of Yuelu Mountain to cast spells to attract the god monument."

The mountain god floated in front of Jiang Yuan like a breeze, and spoke earnestly.

"Then please ask the mountain god."

Jiang Yuan simply handed over the tear bamboo.

The mountain god reached out to take it, and looked at the ancient spiritual creature shrouded in red clouds, his heart agitated, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

The night was dark, the mountain god lowered his head, his expression was uncertain, and he could only hear his laughter: "Don't worry, Immortal Chief, the little god will do his best to make the stele of King Yu come back to the world."

Jiang Yuan rode on his mount and didn't get off the ground. He glanced at Yuelu Mountain God and smiled silently.

After a while, the mountain god seemed to wake up, and patted his forehead: "Oh, why did I start to be stunned, it seems that I drank too much tonight."

Jiang Yuan made a gesture of concern: "Oh? The mountain god wants to rest?"

"Haha, it's okay. The little god will go now, and the immortal will wait."

The mountain god waved his hands, raised his head and grinned at Jiang Yuan with a heroic smile. After arching his hands, he hugged the tear bamboo to wrap up the incense cloud, turned around and walked into the temple, ascending to the main hall where the statues and altars were enshrined.

The members of the Shanshen Mansion scattered around put their whole body on alert immediately, and surrounded Jiang Yuan faintly, and then opened their eyes vigorously to look at the Yuelu Mountains.

"Master." Wuqian rolled his eyes and glanced at the ghosts and ghosts around him, and called in a low voice.

Jiang Yuan didn't speak, just patted the mount's head lightly, looking at the temple calmly.

After a while, a vision appeared in the temple, and an invisible divine light gushed out from the main hall, swaying across the temple like a tide, rolling layer by layer in all directions.

This divine light is difficult for ordinary people to perceive, so the stewards, servants, and pilgrims in the temple are still asleep, but the creatures other than ordinary people are clearly aware of the changes in the temple, such as spirits in the mountains, wandering little At this moment, all the monsters stood up one after another, looking towards the temple in surprise.

With the rippling of the divine light, the cloud of incense and smoke hanging over the temple also began to change, like a ball of cotton kneaded by someone, sometimes expanding and sometimes twisting.

Suddenly, a red glow burst out from the temple, like a huge lotus blooming.

The three-foot-three-inch-long tears bamboo slowly rises from the lotus stamens, and then the cloud of incense and smoke covering the temple rolls down, submerging the tears bamboo.

In the next moment, the cloud of incense smoke dissipated, and the tearful bamboo climbed steadily and grew rapidly in the cloud of incense fire that filled the sky.

At this time, the reverence and chanting of the mountain god sounded in the temple——

"I think of the ancients, Ibi Dayu, the floods are raging, Shenzhou is killed, left the principle, right rules, row Huai Si, Han Ru, follow the mountains to publish trees, lay high mountains and rivers, spread the soil to Kyushu, Zezhaomin's descendants, great and holy Yu !"

Whoa!
The moment the sacrificial service was over, the tear bamboo grew to a height of three feet, three feet and three inches, and the sun was shining, and the incense was lingering.

Suddenly, the mountain god flew up from the temple, stepped on the fragrant cloud path to the branch of the tear bamboo, bowed down and worshiped, and shouted in his mouth: "The descendants of the emperor, please look at the monument of Dayu—"

Crashing, the tearful bamboo moves without wind, its branches and leaves swaying.

However, the mountain god worshiped three times in a row and kept shouting, but the tearful bamboo just swayed and did not change.

Gradually, the mountain god's complexion became ugly, and the officials of the mountain god's mansion below also began to commotion, whispering to each other.

The mountain god was not reconciled, and worshiped again: "Mingming Dayu, Zhaomin admires! I am grateful to Dayu, but virtue moves the heavens! Today, there are descendants, sincerely worship the stele of the god, so as to see the holy relics of the emperor!"

The tear bamboo swayed for a moment, then regained its composure.

The mountain god suddenly despaired: why is this so? Is the stele of King Yu really just a legend?

At this moment, as if a gust of wind had blown by, the tear bamboo trembled and swayed wildly, and then it flew up, turning into a ray of rays of light towards the depths of the remote mountain.

The mountain god Yuelu was still in a daze, and the head of the mountain god's mansion below suddenly shouted: "Tiger, this is the god tablet is about to be born!"

Before the words were finished, a cloud of air leaped up, galloping towards the tearful bamboo.

The mountain god woke up suddenly, and after roaring "Follow me to meet the God Monument", he rose into the clouds and chased after him furiously.

Under Chang Shi's scolding, the crowd of ghosts and ghosts below calmed down from the panic of the clouds and qi escaped, and they picked up the dark wind and roared up.

In the first clouds, Wuqian turned his head and looked back at the Xiangyun and Yinfeng who were chasing after him, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, they will definitely grab it in a while!"

"Let's see if they have that ability."

Jiang Yuan glanced behind him casually, showing disdain on his face. At this moment, the dark and simple ink thread hemp rope was wrapped around his arm, faintly glowing with mystery.

Just now, when the mountain god was in despair, Jiang Yuan secretly took out the ink string and twirled the imperial envoy spell taught by the Long Live Fox King. The moment the ink string twisted, the glowing tears in the air immediately trembled wildly, and then changed into the present.

Suddenly, the glow flying in front of it turned a corner, and fell straight to an ordinary, neither high nor low mountain, and then took root.

The bamboos are tilted, the branches and leaves are hanging down, and the lingering rays of light and the scent of incense are slowly sinking into the soil.

Crash, the gravel rolls, and the soil where the tear bamboo is rooted rises little by little, as if something is about to drill out.

As the cloud descended, Jiang Yuan got off his mount, clutching the ink thread and hemp rope, and stared at the root of the tear bamboo.

call!
Xiangyun from the mountain god and the black wind from the yin gods and ghosts followed closely. They glanced at Jiang Yuan, ignoring his anger, his mind was attracted by the tearful bamboo, and his eyes fixed on the broken soil.

A group of white clouds quietly fell from the clouds, hidden in the bright moonlight.

The boy Chilu leaned out from the clouds, looked down at the mountains below in disbelief, and shouted angrily: "Here, they really summoned the Monument of King Yu? Damn it, what virtue can that mountain god do!"

The girl Li Xiuer opened her mouth to speak, and suddenly noticed Zhou Junzi's expression, then turned to look at the young man in Tsing Yi, "Senior brother Zhou, what did you see?"

Zhou Junzi put away his gaze, turned his head and replied, "I think it's not the mountain god who summoned the stele, but my old friend."

Chilu turned back in astonishment, and asked in puzzlement, "Why did senior brother Zhou say that?"

Zhou Junzi shook his head, "I didn't see anything, it was just a feeling."

Chi Lu leaned over and stared at Jiang Yuan for a while, then curled his lips and said, "I still don't see any difference in him."

"My old friend, it's not easy, he... that's all, I'll talk about it with you later. Let's read the following first, the god tablet is about to be born."

Zhou Junzi opened his mouth, halfway through speaking, shook his head and laughed, and pointed down.

At this time, I heard Li Xiuer say: "I also feel that [-]% of the existence of the divine monument lies in that fellow Daoist Jiang."

"Senior Sister?" Chilu scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Zhou Junzi also turned his head to look at Li Xiuer curiously.

I saw the sword-browed girl crossing her arms, with a pensive expression on her face, and said slowly: "The mountain god has disturbed the bamboo forest many times, and we have reported it to Master. But he simply sent out the tear bamboo."

"Thinking about Master's attitude, it's not difficult to understand. This fellow Daoist Jiang is definitely not an ordinary monk, and there must be something extraordinary about him. Perhaps, the Monument of King Yu is destined to belong to him, and Master has already figured it out."

"No way?" Chilu glanced at Jiang Yuan below, curled his lips and said, "I admit that he is a bit extraordinary, but the Monument of King Yu is a treasure of humanity, and it needs someone with great merit to drive it, but this person, no matter what. Doesn't it look like someone with great merit?"

Zhou Junzi suddenly said: "Maybe, his great merit is not in the past, but in the future."

Li Xiu'er and Chi Lu were stunned at the same time, and said in surprise: "Brother, you mean that this person will make great achievements in the future?"

Zhou Junzi shrugged, "I'm guessing too."

However, the two senior brothers and sisters took these words to heart, and when they looked down at Jiang Yuan again, there was a lot of meaning in their eyes.

But they have no time to explore, because the King Yu Stele was born.

It's not like the radiant glow, the colorful clouds rising, but a yellow stone tablet slowly drilled out of the ground, erected under the tearful bamboo leaves.

The stone tablet is six feet high and three feet wide, and there are nine rows and nine columns of inscriptions on it. The characters are strange, or resemble running dragon snakes, or distorted tadpoles, or bird seal talismans, which are difficult to recognize.

With a rustle, the tearful bamboo covering the stele silently turned into powder, and the diffused rays of light and the scent of incense entered the stele.

Swish, a five-color divine light swayed over the divine stele, and the inscription was seen swimming, like a dragon and snake flying, and a tadpole swaying its tail, but after a short while, the divine light disappeared quietly, and the inscription returned to its place, and there was no other vision.

The traces of time climbed up the stone tablet, and the stone tablet became yellowish and simple. At first glance, it looks like an ancient tablet left in the mountains.

"Hahaha, the divine tablet is here, and the fate is in my hands!"

Yuelu Mountain God suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and strode towards the King Yu Monument.

Just two steps away, a ochre-yellow figure stood in front of him.

"Thank you Mountain God for your generous help. This kindness will be repaid in the future."

Jiang Yuan smiled and cupped his hands at the mountain god, turned around and stepped forward, reaching out to get the stele.

Yuelu Mountain God's complexion changed, his eyes turned cold, and the light of incense and fire flashed across his body. He took off his crown clothes in an instant, revealing a golden armor, and then turned his hand, and a divine sword fell into his palm.

The sword light suddenly rose, stabbing fiercely at the back of Jiang Yuan's head.

clang!A big halberd was spun up, knocking away the sword light at will.

Jiang Yuan turned around slowly, expressionless said: "What does the mountain god mean?"

Mountain God Yuelu tightened his sword in his hand, secretly exclaimed how strong this man was, and sneered on his face: "At this time, don't pretend to be crazy! You have taken the tear bamboo, don't you know that the sacred stele is Is this what you must have?"

Jiang Yuan sighed: "The tearful bamboo guard told me, but I thought of the kindness and righteousness of the mountain god, but I didn't believe it at all. It's a pity, tsk tsk, it seems that I am naive."

"Bah! Hypocrisy!"

The mountain god shouted violently, and raised his sword light, "For the sake of your hard work in getting the tear bamboo for me, if you just leave here, I would like to give you a fortune."

Jiang Yuan hung the halberd on the ground, pretending to be curious and asked: "I don't know what kind of wealth it is?"

(End of this chapter)