fifth form

"Your Majesty's flat peach garden is already in full bloom, why do you want to raise these drunken peach trees!"

"It's okay to use these trees to dispose of corpses!"

"I really don't understand those tribal people. When praying for the blessing of the mother, they always kill a few people to hold the ceremony!"

"Ma Shenggu persuaded once, but those tribesmen killed more people, and they couldn't communicate at all!"

"The people in the past are still obedient, and the people of these tribes have a single mind and are not civilized at all!"

"It's really troublesome. Every time, several corpses are piled up at the gate of our secret realm. Those who don't know the situation think that we have nothing to kill here!"

"Hurry up and stop criticizing these things behind your back!"

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Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and came to his senses only after the chattering voices of the women's discussion came into his ears.

The familiar sense of crowding, darkness, and pressure surged into his heart again, and he immediately knew that he was buried alive again.

"Drunk peach tree?"

"Corpse?"

The voices of the women made Zhang Xuezhou understand the reason why he passed out after taking a bite of a peach, and he also roughly understood why he was buried underground.

But Zhang Xuezhou never thought that there was an owner in this secret place.

The Buddha clearly swore that this secret land belonged to no one, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that he had been fooled by this monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

If he hadn't been buried in the ground and happened to hear the voices of these women, Zhang Xuezhou felt that if something happened that needed to be used as a backstop, he would definitely be the one to take the backside.

"A few of these peaches have ripened again, should we pick one and eat it!"

"That's right, flat peaches are not our share, and drunk peaches are not bad!"

"It takes seven days of sleep to eat one. It's too long. I have to weave heavenly clothes recently, so I can't make time to eat these peaches!"

"What a pity!"

"You don't have time, we have time, there is no banquet recently, we don't need to dance for Daxian, we have plenty of time!"

"I really envy my sister who can dance, unlike us poor Weaver Girls!"

"After sewing the heavenly clothes, you can rest for at least a year, and you can eat whenever you want."

"That's it!"

"It will take too long for the drunken peach to ripen next time. I don't care. I will eat it now. At worst, I will sew the heavenly clothes day and night and catch up with work!"

The women were chattering, and occasionally there was the sound of stomping and jumping.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt the feeling of being pressed and pressed. He felt that these women needed to lose weight, and his body hurt a little from the jumping and trampling.

He couldn't help but be thankful that picking peaches was not a complicated task. The women stepped on the ground above him several times, and then moved away.

When a woman said, "The sisters have returned to the palace", Zhang Xuezhou felt that the voices of the women gradually faded away.

This made Zhang Xuezhou stretch out his hand and get out of the soil again.

What came into his eyes were the detached bodies of several corpses, and the roots were entwined around the corpses, dragging them to the ground continuously.

"Cannibal... corpse tree!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the corpse used as fertilizer, and at the slow winding and dragging of the roots of the drunken peach tree, and felt that it was more similar to his guess.

He looked at the peach tree whose hearts had all been picked, and couldn't help but look around, then started to walk out quickly.

None of the words in these women's mouths mentioned formations, and they can pass through this area, which proves that this secret place is not affected by formations at this time.

The messy footprints also prove that the women walk very casually.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know whether the ancient formation was temporarily closed or there was no formation in this area, so he quickly followed the trampled footprints and marched outward.

He didn't slow down until the rustling voices of the women came into his ears again.

"Kunlun Ruins!"

As he kept moving, a boundary marker came into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

He stared at the characters on the boundary marker for more than ten seconds before he managed to make out these three ancient characters similar to Chinese characters.

Kunlun is a place name, while Xu may mean ruins.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he might have come to the place where the owner of this place disposes of garbage.

Thinking of the words "return to the palace" and other words mentioned by the woman, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help looking around for a while, trying to leave quickly before the formation was activated, waiting to meet with the Buddha.

A secret place with an owner and a secret place without an owner are two different concepts.

For example, the Buddha mentioned that the location of the Daoist Lord in the Holy Land of Yixuan River is a secret place, and the place under the cold pool in the Holy Land of Xieluo River is also a secret place.

As long as he thought of the owners of these secret places, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help shivering.

He was caught by his superior when he raided the Shiwan Dashan before, and he had to be a spy to survive. Now Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to be caught again at all.

The women must be returning to the palace, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't keep following the women's footsteps, he stepped over several low bushes, constantly looking for the exit to return.

"Oops!"

When he stepped into a pavilion, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but whisper.

What he just trampled on was a one-meter-high bush, but the scene after the stampede was actually replaced by a pavilion.

Zhang Xuezhou looked back, there were no bushes behind him at this moment.

Pieces of clouds and mist wrapped around the pavilion, Zhang Xuezhou took a look, only to feel that there seemed to be an abyss hidden under the clouds and mist.

He stretched out his leg and touched it, and the feeling of emptiness came immediately, completely missing the touch of the bushes before.

"If I jump back, is my jump in the illusion really a jump? Can I really escape from the illusion after jumping, or will I induce a more powerful illusion, or induce a killing array..."

Retracting his legs and feet, Zhang Xuezhou watched the clouds and mist wrapped around the pavilion, but he dared not jump.

In the end, he had no choice but to stay where he was according to the rules of the Buddha, quietly waiting for the elimination of this illusion.

"The illusion has even turned into a human!"

Zhang Xuezhou waited in the pavilion for a quarter of an hour. Before the illusion disappeared, he saw an old man with silver hair and beard stepping on the clouds and mists.

"Isn't it the illusion that turned the Buddha into this?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it, and then extended his hand to say hello, only to see that the old man was startled when he saw him.

"Who are you?" The old man pursed his lips and asked.

"I am an honest and reliable young man, are you a disciple of Buddha?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Buddha?" The old man shrugged and said, "Now it's barely counted!"

"You have turned into an old man, it must be considered reluctant." Zhang Xuezhou sighed and asked again: "What do I look like in your eyes?"

"An ugly old man!" the old man replied.

"I've become an old man in your eyes too?" Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "The place you brought me to, Buddha, is really terrible. These ancient formations are too easy to confuse the mind and vision. Do you have any questions?" reward?"

"I found a jug of wine, how about you?"

The old man raised a jug, and then asked Zhang Xuezhou.

"I woke up and saw a peach tree, and then I ate a small mouthful of peaches. I passed out immediately and was buried in the soil for a long time. I just woke up." Zhang Xuezhou complained: "If it wasn't for the piece you gave me Feather, I guess I've died twice."

"Good feather!"

The old man responded, and then raised the jug.

"Have a drink?" the old man asked.

"Does this wine have any effect on our spiritual consciousness?" Zhang Xuezhou asked cautiously.

"Spiritual consciousness?" The old man thought for a few seconds before saying, "It should have a little effect."

"I feel that the earth spirit fruit you gave me last night was fake, is our wine real?" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"Fidelity" the old man replied.

"Have a drink!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

He reached out to take the wine glass handed by the old man, saw the other party drank it down, sniffed the aroma of the wine and drank it.

"This fruit wine tastes sour, probably because it hasn't been purified well, and it has been aged for some time. The taste is too bad!"

Zhang Xuezhou smacked his lips, feeling that he drank a glass of low-quality fruit wine.

If it wasn't for the fact that this kind of fruit wine has the effect of improving spiritual consciousness, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had no idea about this kind of fruit wine.

But the taste of the fruit wine also brought a little truth, at least what he put into his mouth was real, and even made him a little ecstatic.

"Are you sour?"

The old man took a sip, feeling that Zhang Xuezhou's standard was too high.

"Have you seen better wine than this?" asked the old man.

"If you ask if I've ever had better wine, then no, but if you ask if you've ever tasted better wine than this, then that's really too much!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about the fruit wines on the counter of the canteen, and felt that any of them tasted better than this spoiled wine.

His words were sincere and not adulterated, which made the old man fall into a life of doubt.