Lingxian Zhenjun

The so-called Congling is the most dangerous and mysterious section of the Silk Road in the Han Dynasty, and it is also the fastest section. Most of the mountains run parallel from east to west and belong to high-altitude areas. They converge with Kunlun and Tianshan to form mountains and valleys. basin.

In the alpine climate, there is heavy snow that does not melt all year round, especially in the middle of winter, the lush mountains and plains are covered with a layer of silver.

At this time, the second half of Congling Road is a long wheel track. If a business traveler sees it, they will exclaim that the people walking here are really desperate.

But right now, the tall and tall cars are noisy and lively, and the rotating wheels, driven by the painful face, are being led by the old cow to the downhill section of the road.

In the turning snowflakes, the crazy old man lifted the curtain and stretched himself out. Seeing the color of the snow everywhere, he jumped into the snow with white breath, and spread the snow around, calling for the car to sit upright. The disciples come down together.

"Master, you pile up the snow."

Chen Yuan marked the route to the map, and put it away immediately. Rarely interested, she jumped out of the car and helped her master make seven or eight snowmen, big and small, and made eyes, noses, and branches out of fine stones under the snow layer. They made their hands together, waved their sleeves and raised their mana to brush over these snowmen. In a moment, the seven snowmen blinked and slid against the snow. Sliding, the crazy old man jumped and jumped behind him, occasionally put his hands on the snowman in front, stepped on the snow with both feet, and slid a long distance with his feet.

"Master, slow down!"

Chen Yuan yelled at the old man who had slid down the hill with the snowman from a distance, and the monk who was chanting in the bullock cart opened his eyes, got out of the cart and drove slowly, leaning on his Zen staff and holding a golden bowl.

"Chen Daoyou, where are you going?"

"I don't know."

Chen Yuan really didn't know that the Dawan of the later generations might be a new name here, and she didn't even know if there was a city or a country.

Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the mind, long distances are also a kind of practice.

Otherwise, why do some ascetics leave the blessed land and travel around?Sitting in one place for a long time is not the foundation of Taoism. Traveling in mountains and rivers, experiencing all kinds of tastes in the world, and realizing something in the heart, it is only then that we can see through the dust and walk out of the way under our feet.

Chen Yuan and the monk didn't feel this kind of cold at all, what they were wearing when they came here, and what they were wearing right now, but Sun Zhengde in the car was wrapped in a blanket, sucking his nose, constantly flipping through the books, chanting the words to keep out the cold. As soon as the spell was used, my body warmed up a little, but the spell quickly lost its effect, and I was shivering from the cold.

"For other people to build a foundation, although these small spells cannot be done casually, they can last for a long time. How can they not work after a few breaths in the hands of this Daoist?"

The monk turned his face slightly, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "There are endless worries and desires, how to cast spells?"

The fat Taoist quit, hugged the blanket tightly and replied: "Hey, monk, you are wrong, the master didn't even kill the three corpses, isn't it the same?"

"He surrendered the Three Corpse Gods, can you do it?"

Monk Zhenhai silenced Sun Zhengde with a single word, shrunk his neck embarrassingly, and suddenly became curious, "Master, your three corpses really look like a woman?"

...

Chen Yuan smiled, then nodded.

"Everyone's three corpse gods are Qing Gu, Bai Gu, and Xue Gu. It depends on whether you kill them, surrender, or be troubled by them forever."

"Then are they beautiful?"

"You seem to be a bit off."

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden sound of 'Wow! ', followed by another burst of chaos, with horses neighing, people shouting, and the dull sound of trees colliding.

"Is there anyone else walking in the ice and snow?"

Chen Yuan could tell that the shout was not from the master, it sounded like a middle-aged man, and immediately quickened his pace, one step fell, and the person was already several feet away, as he had imagined, the hillside below was surrounded by white snow, It is a picture of people turning their backs, a carriage is turned over on the ground, someone is climbing out of the carriage, brown hair, wearing a robe with a fur collar, and there is a person guarding with a knife, wearing thin clothes, brown hair, looking Like a coachman.

And the master, an old man, clung to the trunk of the tree with a big face, and the heavy snow that fell rustled his lower body into it.

The fat barbarian chattered and didn't know what to say. He turned his head from time to time and saw a few blue-gray figures running fast on the snowy ground. He was so frightened that he got back into the carriage and asked the servant to guard the door.

It was a pack of wolves, only six of them, but it was extremely dangerous for two people, one master and one servant.

The six big wolves ran wildly on the snow, and when they approached a distance of several feet, the most vigilant beast saw a figure in a light blue robe coming on the snow, they all stopped, without a word, turned around Just run away in the direction you came from.

In the stunned eyes of the knife-wielding coachman, he saw the black-haired, oriental-looking figure just walking towards him. Without looking at him, he went straight to the snowdrift over there, and spoke a language he didn't understand.

"Master!"

Chen Yuan pulled the crazy old man out from the snowdrift. The old man was covered in snow, his lips trembled, and pointed at the pile of snow: "It's no fun, apprentice, you let them pay you as a teacher."

"Master, I don't understand what they are saying."

"Then kill them!" The crazy old man's aggrieved expression changed, his eyes suddenly showed killing intent, he rolled up his sleeves, his palms were clawed, and he was about to go over and crush the trembling coachman to death.

"Master."

Chen Yuan grabbed the crazy old man's hand and shook her head. It was just an accident. The other party was obviously chased by wolves and ran into Master in a panic. If so, he would have killed him because he was a barbarian from the west. What is the difference between me and those Yue Jie people?
"Wait a while, the disciple will get some more for the master."

"Yeah." Seeing the apprentice stopped, the crazy old man was not stupid, so he nodded and put his hand down, then raised it up again, making a big movement, "Being a teacher must be big!"

"it is good!"

Seeing the apprentice agreeing, the crazy old man laughed and happily went back to the downhill ox cart.Monk Zhenhai who passed by the old man also came over and asked what happened.

"It's just an accident."

After telling the monk about the guess, Chen Yuan walked to the carriage, raised her hand casually, threw the heavy body on the road, waved to the old cow behind, and continued on her way.

When he couldn't see it, the barbarian coachman with the big mouth sat down on the ground, reacted, and hurriedly knelt down to worship, while the fat barbarian in the car fell in the car, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he crawled out in embarrassment, and faced the kneeling man on the ground. The servant is just one foot.

...

The Hu man's driver hurriedly explained in words that Chen Yuan and others could not understand, and pointed to the front and the wheel marks on the ground.

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"Those two seem to be catching up."

The fat Taoist lay on the back of the car and looked back.Chen Yuan took out Huang Chuan's miscellaneous questions and looked through them, and finally found a spell that could be used in the foreign land chapter.

When the carriage behind approached, the moment the fat barbarian inside got out, Chen Yuan stuck out a finger, and a ray of invisible Dharma light penetrated into the ear of the other party, and Chen Yuan also gave herself and the fat Taoist, monk, and master After applying one of them, the fat bearded man who kept digging his ears shouted, "Oh, it's so itchy, something got in."

"Sure enough, I understand."

Chen Yuan smiled immediately, and arched her hands towards the barbarian: "Don't worry, it's just a small trick from Dongfang."

The fat barbarian and the coachman over there froze for a moment, staring blankly at Chen Yuan who was speaking, and couldn't believe their ears for a moment, that they could understand what the other party said.

So, I tried to open my mouth, "Hello, traveler from afar."

Chen Yuan smiled and nodded.

"Hello, I'm Chen Yuan."

The two of them seemed to have discovered a magical treasure. The fat man got out of the car in surprise and chatted with Chen Yuan, "My distinguished guest from the East, I am a merchant from Wadi. Can I go with you? When you arrive in the city, you can Live in my warm house, and there are beautiful maids to relieve your boredom on the way."

"Then you go with us."

If you can walk with the locals, you can easily get out of here and reach the city that the other party said. As for whether you can't live there, that's another matter.

"Thanks to the gods, I can meet you from afar here."

The fat barbarian raised his palms together as if praying, raised his forehead to the sky, and said happily, "Otherwise, my servant and I will be buried in the belly of wolves, or we may die under the sticks of Yimuren."

"One-eyed person?"

Hearing this word, Chen Yuan raised her eyebrows, vaguely as if she had seen it in some book in later generations, and the fat barbarian who was walking forward over there nodded and gestured on her face.

"A very tall villain, half the height of a tree, with one eye in the middle of his face, full of fangs, and fond of eating travelers who pass by."

"have you seen?"

The fat barbarian shook his head: "I've heard their legends. There are many legends about them in Wadi. The wizards also say that they exist, and they are in this mysterious mountain."

In every word, the fat barbarian also seemed enthusiastic, and he happily told the four travelers from the east what Wadi stabbed. He also mentioned that he had been to the Western Regions, but unfortunately there were frequent wars there. There are also scorching deserts, which unfortunately do not enter the more eastern lands.

"I thought you'd have a chance to go."

Not long after, the fat barbarian's carriage led the way, and Chen Yuan and others followed them out of the forest. It was almost winter and a white plain fell in sight.

On the open field, there are farms, with smoke rising from cooking, and stretches of vineyards. Unfortunately, it is covered with heavy snow, and only withered vines can be seen on the reclaimed land.

This afternoon, amidst the white snow, the carriage led an ox cart across the country road, and under the curious eyes of the farmers in the farm, they went to the first foreign ancient city built next to the mountain in the distance.

The dignified and thick city walls look old and ancient in the afternoon winter sun.