the last priest

After a few seconds, the surface of the lake began to return to calm, with occasional ripples, as if nothing had happened.

Only Jerome could feel the ground under his feet began to shake slightly, and he could feel the temperature on the surface of the soles of his feet rising.

Zhuo Xiong's injuries were all external injuries, and after the three-legged toad licked him a few times, he woke up soon.

Zhuo Xiong didn't know what happened. What he saw was Chaozi who was crying bitterly, Cha Wenbin who still had a trace of breath wrapped in the big tongue of the three-legged toad, the blood at the corner of his mouth that had dried up and his body was cold, and Lao Wang who was terrified The guide Jello.

Everything happened so suddenly, Zhuo Xiong who woke up was at a loss, he didn't know how to face all this, he was at a loss, he was sad, his trembling hands touched Lao Wang's stiff body.

Gently stroked Lao Wang's open eyeballs, but Lao Wang's eyes couldn't be closed no matter what, he couldn't see his death in peace! Zhuo Xiong lowered his head and sobbed softly. . . . . .

Zha Wenbin was seriously injured. Even if the three-legged toad is a healing beast, how can he repair his damaged soul? He is a miserable person who has never been loved by heaven. Abandoned orphans.

This may be the case for those who are predestined with the Tao.

Not far away, three human-shaped shadows gathered together. These are three souls that have been wandering for thousands of years, and now they are together again.

3000 years ago, they practiced the three ways separately, never thought that the three souls would reunite, even if they met, there would be endless battles.

"Forget it, he's gone, and we should go too. Thousands of years of Taoism are gone after all, and we should be responsible for everything we have done. What do you mean?" This is the ferryman on the Wangchuan River .

"The way of humanity is insignificant, the way of immortality is vast, and the way of ghosts is joyous. I am the gate of life. I have seen through it a long time ago. Why is it not good to be a mortal?" This is the owner of the jade coffin.

"Those who take the living will unite with the pure yang, ascend to the sky and become immortals; those who get the dead will fall to the ultimate yin, and become ghosts on the ground. I was born for you, why should I cling to a lonely life, let you go." This is the tomb owner of Fengyuan.

The three looked at each other and smiled, resolving 3000 years of grievances.

"He has ten years of life left, so let us go with him to experience a mortal experience. The lone star of Tiansha, but because the first soul was reincarnated and the second soul was reincarnated, he suffered this calamity. We will make up for him. Alright, let's go."

The three figures walked towards Cha Wenbin silently, and they overlapped with Cha Wenbin again as if the soul returned to the original body.

Filling the soul with the soul, those three would never come out again, they used their last sliver of incomplete strength to obtain rebirth on the fellow brother who was copied back then, the price of this rebirth is to disappear forever, Next, Cha Wenbin will replace them in the days after they leave.

From then on, there were no more Taoist ferrymen on the Wangchuan River, and since then Fengyuan Cemetery no longer brought people back to their souls, and since then, a generation of monarchs who have been extolled by myths for thousands of years has officially returned to history.

But Cha Wenbin was reborn. After a while, he was able to open his eyes. After a while, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The pain came from the bottom of his heart!

Jerome stared at the lake. The lake seemed to be boiling at the moment, and it began to boil, and a red was reflected on the lake.

Cha Wenbin struggled to get up and said: "The volcano is about to erupt, this is the crater, we have to go!"

Walk?where to?Are you going downhill?

I don’t know where to go. Sitting here is a dead end. This is what Cha Wenbin understands. The only way to go now is to run as far as you can. If you stay here for one more minute, you will add an extra danger That's all.

"Get up!" Cha Wenbin kicked the sobbing Zhuo Xiong, "Get up, if you don't want to return the dead!"

This is not Zhuo Xiong's fault, but it is an indisputable fact that he died indirectly.

Maybe it’s God’s pity on them, the earth stopped shaking, the most unpredictable thing about this kind of volcanic activity is when it will erupt, even if it’s moving, it may be this second, or it may be hundreds of thousands of years later .

Finally, they started down the mountain, with Zhuo Xiong carrying Lao Wang's body on his back.

"Aren't you going?" Cha Wenbin looked at the giant three-legged toad in front of him.

Its eyes as big as copper bells rolled around, and it swung its big tongue across Zha Wenbin's face, then turned around, and walked slowly to the lake.

"After all, you and us are not in the same world, goodbye." Cha Wenbin turned to leave.

"Guagua!" This is a long-lost call, is it saying goodbye?Cha Wenbin's eyes were moist again.

The three-legged toad kicked hard and jumped behind Cha Wenbin. Its tongue wrapped around Cha Wenbin's neck. Perhaps this is equivalent to a human hug. It is much smarter than ordinary people.

Its tongue is so hard that Cha Wenbin also feels so warm.Cha Wenbin turned around slowly, he stroked the familiar tip of his nose, at this moment he really didn't want to leave, so be it, die with it.

Slowly, the tongue of the three-legged toad loosened, and its tongue gently touched the palm of Zha Wenbin's palm. The rolled ball of the tip of the tongue slowly opened, and a tadpole swam around lively on the tip of the tongue.

"For me?" Cha Wenbin asked.

The three-legged toad blinked a few times, and Zha Wenbin was overjoyed and carefully put the tadpoles into the water bottle. The three-legged toad turned around and jumped into the water with a "plop", and the last "croak" echoed in the sky for a long time.

It’s really difficult to go up the mountain, but it’s really difficult. It’s just a downhill. They walked all night. When the golden light of the sunrise hit the top of the mountain the next day, everything changed. The lush trees began to wither, and the leaves It was as if it had been roasted by a fire. The heat left Cha Wenbin with only a vest.

They couldn't care less about rest, the bomb behind them could explode anytime, anywhere.

Just climb over the mountain again and you'll be fine.

At noon, they finally reached the top of the mountain, and Chaozi saw a person lying by the well at a glance.

"Flesh face?" Chaozi couldn't believe it, lying on the ground with his face facing the sky, one of his hands was tightly grasping the chain, and the other was clenched into a fist.

Cha Wenbin hurried forward to check, "He's still alive!"

Looking up at the main peak opposite, Cha Wenbin understood that this well is connected to the fairyland.

For some reason, he clenched that fist so tightly that Chaozi couldn't break it no matter how hard he tried, and the flesh-faced chest was blurred with blood.

Chaozi carefully opened his clothes with a dagger, everyone was stunned suddenly, the layer of skin on his chest was gone!

If it wasn't for his physical fitness being better than ordinary people, not to mention being drowned, even if he was lying here and lost too much blood, he would have died long ago.

A series of actions by Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong bandaged his chest wound. This kind of injury had to come out of the mountain.

The fleshy face was too heavy, Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong could barely lift it, and Cha Wenbin was also injured, so the old Wang would. . .

Jerome has had enough these days, and he doesn't want to stay for a moment, let alone let him carry the corpse.

Cha Wenbin looked at Lao Wang lying on the ground and said: "I'm sorry Lao Wang, I can't take you away, I want to bury you in this place with the best geomantic omen in China, if you want, just agree , if you don’t want to, I’ll think of another way.”

After finishing speaking, Zha Wenbin threw a piece of paper money into the sky, then began to float down slowly, and finally landed on Lao Wang's lips impartially.Cha Wenbin stretched out his hand again and gently brushed Lao Wang's face, and looked again, Lao Wang's eyes finally closed. . . . . .

"Just here, I won't pick any more, you sleep here, you can't find this feng shui anywhere in the world, and you will definitely enjoy the glory and wealth in your next life." Several people dug a shallow pit on the ground as quickly as possible, Lao Wang carried it into the sleeping bag and buried it.

There is no tombstone, no incense candles, no tribute, only a small bag of soil, this is the final destination of the old king, I am afraid he did not expect that he died at the hands of the mysterious person who has been working for him.

Unexpectedly, the bottom of the mountain has also changed, and the thick clouds caused by the continuous fog have been swept away. They can see the river below the mountain, and they can hear the sound of "crashing" water. Not far away, there is even the village of the Qiang people. .

Hengrou's face was seriously injured, they didn't dare to delay, several people took turns to carry him on a simple stretcher, they didn't stop at night, just hurried on the road, and finally went down the mountain at dawn.

The bloodstains were still scattered on the ground where Gulong passed. Chaozi said that this was the nest of the snowy tarantula, and those bloodstains were left by those who disappeared.

Passing through the stone gate again, Cha Wenbin looked at the fleshy face on the stretcher and said: "Zhuo Xiong, you saw four people, and I saw four people, that's because there were only four of us standing. We only saw four people. Standing, but not paying attention to lying down, just like we never cared about this brother, we didn’t care about him too much before.”

After leaving the mountain gate, someone was already waiting. It was Priest Yun. He led a long team and knelt respectfully by the side of the road. Almost all the active members of the clan came.

Because it was the first time he saw the clouds and mist dissipate, and also saw the true face of the mountain clearly for the first time. The light of the real dragon was so soul-stirring, it would only be like this when the true god came.

The stumbling people were quickly carried onto stretchers made of soft and warm animal skins, and the clansmen respectfully welcomed the group of people who had returned from the holy mountain alive into the stockade.

Cha Wenbin asked them to hurry up and treat the dying Fleshface, his breathing was almost gone immediately, Priest Yun immediately sent Dashan into his tent. . . . . .