White Bone Monkey King

The middle-aged man's way of death was evil.

There are still flesh, blood and clothes above half of the chest.

In other parts, only white bones remain.

The essence of flesh and blood and robes are gone.

It's simply cleaner than the bones of a ox cooked by a cook.

I searched all over my body but couldn't find any seals or customs clearance documents that could prove my identity. I only had the retro-patterned stainless steel sword in my hand.

There are also fragments of the Luogeng jade plate wrapped around red string to make a simple pendant and worn around the neck.

Jin An found a place to bury the other party to avoid the dismal end of being exposed in the wilderness after death. After setting up a tombstone with no words, he took the fine steel sword and the fragments of Luo Geng's jade plate as a reward, his eyes sparkling. Heading towards the direction where the little drought-stricken demon was crying last night.

The stainless steel sword is also a divine treasure.

And it is also the rarest weapon-like divine treasure.

The middle-aged man who died mysteriously in the night sky was definitely a strong man with great abilities.

In the direction where the little drought demon is crying, there must be a great fairy fate appearing!

Otherwise, how could we attract so many experts?

The most important thing is that the direction that Senior Gu Chu left seems to be there. There is an undercurrent surging.

…

The rain only stopped for the rest of the night, and the dark clouds overhead began to rain again.

Jin An, carrying a sack on his back and a steel sword tied to his chest, was thinking about the future while walking in the rainy weather.

This ruins is very big, but not everywhere can be reached. There are many dangerous forbidden places in the ruins, such as the temple that suppresses the man-eating evil demon, the huge human hand in the Tongtian Mountain, the ancient body senior, the black and white ancient city, Monsters...these are taboo-like existences. But these are not what he cares about most. What he worries about is, how will these people get out of the ruins and return to the outside world in the future?

I don’t know if it was because Xiao Hanbao made too much noise, which awakened many ancient taboos in the ruins that will last forever after death. Jin An has been on the road for a day, and was eating persimmons and resting in the temple. In the endless night sky outside the temple, There was the sound of chains and yoke.

A dead man with thick iron shackles all over his body, dragging a heavy golden dragon coffin behind him, walked forward in the rainy night. He was like a zombie, walking aimlessly.

The iron chain wrapped around the golden dragon coffin, dragging the coffin forward in the rainy night. The golden dragon coffin was sealed, and no one knew who was buried. The golden coffin shone brightly in the darkness, dazzling like a ball of divine light illuminating a place in the dark night. world.

Wherever the golden dragon coffin was dragged, stones turned into gold, and the rubble and broken walls on the ruins turned into dazzling gold in an instant.

It was real gold and silver, so bright and dazzling that it made people jaw-dropping.

According to legend, there was an ancient immortal who could turn stone into gold.

The immortal can turn the stones on the roadside into gold by just raising his finger, which makes people crazy. Everyone is eager to learn this Taoist skill.

Unexpectedly, the Midas touch in fairy tales actually exists in the ruins.

Who is buried in the golden dragon coffin?

Could it really be the corpse of an ancient saint in a Taoist holy land?

Even after so many years of death, wherever the coffin passes, stones can be turned into gold, creating a golden divine kingdom and recreating the holy realm on earth...

However, under the erosion of the torrential rain, those golden stones quickly lost their magic and turned back into ordinary gray stones.

Not long after the dead man dragging the coffin left, there was new movement on the rainy night!

Crackling.

That was the sound of burning flames, but this sound did not come from outside the temple, but from inside the temple where Jin An was located.

Shocked.

Jin An, who was standing at the door of the temple and watching the golden dragon coffin go away, turned around and looked behind him in horror, only to see an old Taoist with a rickety back appear in the open space behind Jin An at some time. He was covered in blood and was being treated. Paper is burned in place of the empty statue.

brazier.

Yellow paper.

Incense.

The old Taoist appeared out of thin air. He was burning paper at the empty statue, while sobbing and speaking words that Jin An couldn't understand.

That's an older language.

It is not the words of recent dynasties.

The cry was filled with desolate sorrow that moved people. There was sadness that filled the world, covering all sounds. Only the temple was left in the vast world, like a weak candle in the endless darkness, swaying in the dark rainy night, like It must be extinguished at any time.

This is a very strange picture.

Suddenly there was an extra person in the empty palace.

Still burning paper for the location of the statue.

It's like passing by a cemetery in the middle of the night and suddenly seeing someone squatting on the roadside burning paper graves for the dead!

This is supposed to be spooky and creepy!

But there is no gloomy atmosphere in the temple.

Instead, the ever-burning lamps and candles in the temple became brighter.

bright.

Bright.

Just and above board.

Eternal lamps illuminate all corners of the temple.

The great road is invisible, giving birth to the heaven and the earth; the great road is ruthless, moving the sun and the moon; the great road is nameless, nourishing all things; I don't know its name, so I call it Tao. The Taoist Master: There is purity and turbidity, movement and stillness; the sky is clear and the earth is turbid, the sky is moving and the earth is quiet...

The grand divinity in the temple calms the soul and clears the mind. The spiritual platform is as clean as a mirror, and the mind is calm and natural.

This majestic divinity is so majestic.

The old Taoist priest is still crying and burning paper to make room for the statue.

God dies, burn paper.

…

Jin An didn't know when he fell asleep.

It had been a long time since he slept so comfortably and felt at ease.

When a person wakes up, he feels refreshed and energetic.

His energy and energy, which had never had a peaceful sleep since being sucked into the ruins by the spiritual mist, were restored to their peak state.

Hunger disappears.

Thirst disappears.

Fatigue disappears.

The anxiety in my heart disappears.

He had never had such a comfortable sleep in his life. Every pore in his body felt comfortable. The energy of life was fuller than ever before. His whole body was warm, as if he had eaten the ginseng fruit of Zhenyuan Immortal.

Only then did he realize that the sky and earth outside the temple were just bright. The old Taoist priest, brazier, and paper money that appeared in the temple out of thin air last night were gone, and there were no traces of burning paper on the ground.

The location of the statue is still empty.

The temple is still ancient and clumsy.

dilapidated.

Desolation, silence.

But the ever-burning lamp was tainted with more divinity, and the flames were a little stronger than last night.

"Does God die and burn paper?"

Although he did not see the face of the old Taoist who cried bitterly that the god was dead, there was still a sense of sadness and endless loneliness in his heart.

Jin An felt refreshed after a good sleep. After bowing solemnly to the empty space of the statue, he continued on his way at dawn.

…

It has been ten days since the old Taoist priest was involved in the ruins by the spiritual mist.

Thanks to the Tai Chi baguette he carried with him, which still contained a lot of talisman paper and cinnabar, he was able to draw a few water talismans from the Emperor Erlang. This allowed him to survive the first few days at the ruins, and he was lucky enough to find them in one place. Divine treasure, and a small fruit tree.

It was through that small fruit tree that the old Taoist priest was able to survive so many days in the ruins without food or drink by saving his food.

And chased the direction of the purple air in the sky.

He felt that if Jin An and Jiejian were also sucked into the Cave Heaven Paradise by the strange fog, they must have seen the purple energy coming from the east.

As long as he follows the direction of Zi Qi.

We will definitely meet Jin An and Xi Jian again.

As the old Taoist priest hurriedly walked around the ruins, several days passed. Seeing that the fruit given to him by the small fruit tree was about to run out, the old Taoist priest began to become a little anxious.

"Mom, there's only one fruit left. If I can't find anything to eat anymore, I'm going to eat cloth shoes instead."

As the old Taoist priest hurried through the devastated ruins, he looked down at a pair of Taoist shoes on his feet and worried. When the time comes, he really has to chew on cloth shoes to satisfy his hunger. Which foot should he start with?

He held his hands above his head, which was a plaque with divine light overflowing, protecting people from wind and rain.

This plaque was obtained with the fruit tree.

The old Taoist priest was lucky enough to find an open space protected by a plaque on the foundation stone of a ruined temple. A small fruit tree grew in the open space.

"Let's eat from the left foot first." Finally, the old Taoist priest finally made up his mind. Didn't the ancestors always say that men are on the left and women are on the right? He couldn't mess with the rules set by his ancestors.

The old Taoist priest was having fun while passing the boring time on the road, and continued on his way out of breath.

"My dear, how high is this mountain? Why haven't you climbed over the top yet?"

He held a plaque above his head, but it was not easy to climb the mountain at all. The old Taoist priest used up a lot of energy. The higher he climbed, the more tired he became and he was panting.

When he finally reached the top and looked down, his mouth opened in surprise. It was the forest! In this endless sea of ​​ruins, he saw a green forest!

The scene before me was like seeing an oasis in the desert. The old Taoist priest ran down the mountain happily because he saw a few peach trees outside the forest.

The old Taoist priest finally ran close to the forest. He was gushing and couldn't wait to pick a few peaches to quench his thirst. But the old Taoist priest had just approached the peach tree and smashed a few stones from the forest, making him scream.

Squeak!

A group of monkeys jumped out of the forest, bared their teeth and threw stones at the old Taoist priest to prevent him from stealing their peaches.

The old Taoist priest was thrown with stones and was so scared that he ran away.

But even so, he still resisted being beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he stole a dozen peaches from the monkey.

Then he had four peaches in his hands, three peaches in his arms, another peach in his mouth, and three or four more peaches stuffed into his Tai Chi Bagua bag. He was chased by a group of fried monkeys and ran away in confusion.

"There are really no tigers in the mountains and the monkey is the king. You are too unreasonable."

"I just want a few peaches from you, Tao, and I don't want to pick all the peaches. There are so many peaches here that you can't eat them all. It would be a waste to leave them alone. Why don't you give me a few peaches for Tao?"

"If my little brother were here, let's see if you monkeys dare to call yourself kings."

The old Taoist priest was angry. He was chased by the group of monkeys who threw stones at him all the way. Even if he lost a shoe, he didn't care about it. He hugged the peach tightly and never let go.

Amid the angry monkey cries, the old Taoist priest ran further and further away.

…

The next day.

Relics and ruins.

I wonder if the old Taoist brought good luck to Jin An last night. On the endless ruins, when Jin An suddenly saw a forest, he was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening.

After getting used to seeing ruins with broken walls, seeing a large green forest at first sight was really a bit strange.

Jin An once suspected that there were mirages in the ruins?

There are mirage oases in the desert, and people can be killed by looking at the water. He will not be surprised if any weird things happen in this ruins.

It wasn't until he got closer that Jin An was finally convinced that what he saw in front of him was not a mirage, but a real forest, because he saw peach trees with peaches in the forest, and several rows squatting on the branches, looking angrily at him. , a group of grinning monkeys.

The angry look was as if he had just snatched their peaches.

Jin An: "?"

…

…

It rains heavily during Qingming Festival.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Where is the restaurant.

The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

When passing through the lush forest, you will hear birds singing and flowers fragrant along the way, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is beautiful.

It's just that it's raining all the time above my head, and there's no sunshine.

Not long after, a village with smoke curling up appeared ahead.

In a shed next to a melon field outside the village, a group of mud-legged men gathered around to play dice and gamble, shouting loudly.

A little shepherd boy was holding a buffalo in his hand, and he was sitting on the cow's back, watching the fun with relish.

"Excuse me, what kind of village is this?"

A man from another village passed by outside the village. He looked at the man who was addicted to gambling, and finally asked politely for directions to the shepherd boy who was sitting on the back of a cow watching the excitement.

"Hezhuang."

The shepherd boy looked at the stranger who asked him for directions strangely and replied.

A very strange feeling.

The other party spoke the same ancient language as the old Taoist who burned paper, but this time he could understand the content of the words, which gave people an indescribable strange feeling, and always felt that something was strange.

"Thank you. This peach is my reward for asking for directions." The stranger who asked for directions threw a peach to the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy took the peach with bright eyes and said happily, "Thank you, sir, you are a good man."

When asking for directions, the stranger waved to the shepherd boy and said it was getting late and it would be dark soon. Go home early after grazing the cows and don't let your parents worry.

The shepherd boy was about to say something, but among the group of gambling men, a young man in his twenties was furious at the loss. He yelled unconvinced: "I really learned all my ideas today, why do I always lose when I bet! Ah Zhi , didn’t you say that a Taoist priest gave you a fortune-telling and said that you are the reincarnation of the Toad Fairy? You come here and blow some fairy air on your cousin’s dice and ask me to shoot out a leopard and kill everyone.”

Amid the ridicule of a group of men, the shepherd boy came to his cousin, held up the porcelain bowl with an upper and lower lid, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard into the bowl, and then handed the porcelain bowl back to his cousin.

When the little shepherd boy stretched out his hand to take the bowl, he saw clearly that he only had four fingers on each hand, and only eight fingers in total, two fingers missing than the average person. He tried to puff up his cheeks and blew into the bowl with his eyes wide open. When he looked angry, he really looked like a toad.

Soon after, there was an exclamation in the shed, and the dice really turned out to be a leopard! God!

After Jin An asked the shepherd boy for directions, he continued walking towards the village. He vaguely heard the Toad Fairy blowing a few words. He looked thoughtfully and continued walking towards the village in front of him called Hezhuang. .