The strange phenomena in the sky disappeared at some point, hail, lightning, heavy rain, flint and so on had already stopped, leaving only drizzle.

If it weren't for witnessing it with your own eyes, I'm afraid Zhang Xing would have thought that a severe earthquake had just caused a landslide and strong convective weather.

But now...

"I really didn't expect that I could see Fenshan Jun and Yuhai Jun alive in this life." The big bearded man who broke the silence in the temple was confused.

"Is Fenshan Jun the tiger-faced dragon just now?" Zhang Xing swallowed, and a little burning sensation in his throat. "The one who fought with it on the clouds... is Yuhaijun?"

"What else can you admit your mistake?" Du Meng replied with some frustration. "One is right in front of you, exactly the same as the story tells. Although the other didn't see it just now, the battle between Luolongtan suddenly rose, which attracted the Dongyi people to take a boat and go around. It is said that it was just a matter of avoiding the sea king to work in private... Zhang, you said that this kind of fight between gods has not been encountered once in a few hundred years, why did we catch up with it?"

Zhang Xing didn't say a word, what did he know?

On the other side, Du Meng was about to say something, but he was surprised and stopped: "Don't you recognize the Lord of Fenshan? You told us about the Lord of Fenshan, the appearance of the Lord of Fenshan, the Lord of the Sea, and the allusions of the Dongyi and the court were all said by you?!"

Zhang Xing was suddenly shocked... If he said that he had taken over his comrades in the wilderness, plus the background of the fairy tale and martial arts, and the opponent's physique, his old cold legs would be considered a lonely ghost immediately, and then he cut off the flesh with one knife... so he quickly shook his head and fooled him:

"I'll be confused after being woken up by you. Besides, I was so scared that I was gone..."

"That's true." Those who were sitting on the ground nodded. "Besides, you guys have always been slippery, and it's normal for you to have one thing in your mouth and one in your hands... We escaped all the way, and I don't know you've hidden that treasure."

Zhang Xing did not dare to say much, but after complaining, he did not speak. He just sank in the temple to rest until it was getting late, which was really hard to hold on, so the two of them tried to get up.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xing actually stood up this time.

"I've said, what doctor do you need? You just lost your strength when you were fighting with those southern Xinjiang's slippery heads in the valley before, but your body could not tolerate your shit-like ice qi, which collapsed... You move slowly and adapt, don't exert force randomly, wait for me to find something useful." The bearded man was still in a state of strength. He said, and he had already searched around the temple.

On the other side, Zhang Xing stood up and saw at a glance what he was doing - he was just picking up rags, which should be something that other defeated soldiers in the temple had no time to take away before they just fled.

Even though the time traveler made up his mind to speak less, he couldn't help but ask sadly: "Are those who ran out... gone?"

"What can you live?"

All of them turned around and seemed to want to lose their temper again, but for some reason, this time, there was not much bad voice and anger, just a little stuffy and a little nagging:

"What's more, there are seventeen or eighteen people in front of you? This movement, the whole mountain collapsed, and the road at the foot of the mountain was the main road we marched. There were not ten thousand or eight thousand people who escaped. Don't they all go here? I'm afraid they'll die if they were intentional! But I also have to know that it's good. If it weren't for Fenshanjun like this, the Dongyi pursuers would definitely follow Yuhaijun. At that time, not only the escaped people would die, but also the soldiers in Dengzhou would be killed, and more people would die at that time..."

Later, he stopped for some reason, which made Zhang Xing, who was trying hard to listen and try to extract useful and useless information, shake his head, and then struggled to help the other party search.

There were seventeen or eighteen soldiers in the temple who fled in a hurry, and they left behind some things. The two of them collected them properly, and they each took out a few cakes from their arms. When they got together, they actually had twenty or thirty dried cakes, four or five long and short soldiers, four helmets available... and then there were two and a half flags that could roughly make up two packages.

The most regrettable thing is that half a clay pot of batter was spilled directly on the ground and could not be collected even if I wanted to. As for a few copper plate and silver ingots, it seemed ridiculous to place them there at this time.

"Fortunately, it's enough for us to live." Both Meng looked at the things on the ground, felt a little excited, and then looked around and made an order. "You can't eat dried cakes, you still have to boil some water... You paced and went to the leaking place over there to watch the rain. I used a knife to pave some wood carvings and the beams to make a fire."

Of course, this command is fine. Zhang Xing immediately acted as he said, but soon, he had just started to use his helmet to collect water when a bearded problem came from behind him:

"Boy Zhang, whose temple do you think this is?"

Zhang Xing turned around in surprise, and then immediately became nervous... Why did he forget about this?!

Just think about it, it is clearly a ruined temple that will collapse no matter how you look at it. It was originally the most dangerous place, but it survived the earthquake. It cannot be said that it was not a miracle.

And considering that even Fenshan Jun of that level has to give face or be blinded, it seems particularly terrifying... After experiencing the drama during the day, no one would be stupid enough to think it was a coincidence.

Of course, Zhang Xing had one more thought than Du Meng, that is, he had already traveled through this temple, so the mystery and vitality here are probably even more important to him.

At this point, Zhang Xing threw down the helmet that was receiving water and walked over carefully in the last glimmer of light. Soon, he felt relieved and even suddenly enlightened - because he found the scattered Bagua lines on the clothes of the statue that had lost half of his head, and found the vague but absolutely familiar Yin-Yang fish pattern in the dust under the statue's feet.

This makes sense.

"This is not a temple, this should be the Taoist temple of Taishang Laojun, at least it is from the relatives and apprentices of Taishang Laojun... It's just too old and I just didn't see it for a while." Zhang Xing actually felt a little complaining in his tone.

But they were all confused, and they became a little relieved with their companions' uncovered relief, but soon they became confused again: "Who is Taishang Laojun?"

Zhang Xing was stunned: "You don't even know about the Taishang Laojun?"

Everyone looked at the compass in the other person's waist, and suddenly realized it, but still stomped their feet for a moment: "You can not even recognize the Fenshan Jun in front of you. So what if I don't know the Supreme Laojun? There must be dozens of Master Long in the world, right? However, this time we will survive by the favor of Master Laojun. No matter what, we can't chop other people's tables. I will go and dig the beam of the house."

Hearing this, Zhang Xing became vague and even felt a little chilled. Not to mention the difference between digging the beams and splitting the tables, he was almost certain that this guy was definitely not pretending. Brother Du Meng, who was thick and thin, really didn't know who Taishang Laojun was!

This is simply terrifying!

Of course, there seems to be no need to be too terrifying, because he doesn't know what the hell is Sanhui Siyu and the "Does of Dragon Masters, Jun Master"?

The beams of the house were scattered, the fire was rekindled, the water was boiled, the cakes were soaked... The next thing was done step by step, and no longer had any unnecessary nonsense, whether it was Zhang Xing or the bearded.

"Eat enough" and "drink enough", the two of them lay in the view that was almost considered a cliff, but they still said nothing.

Zhang Xing didn't know what the bearded man was thinking, but this day's experience was really like a dream for him... If the experience that was like a myth during the day still made him feel illusory, then lying here at night, listening to the beeping sound of the fire, the drizzle outside the window, personally, for a long time, quietly feeling the soreness everywhere in the body, breathing this air, and the cold air that could be quickly noticed out of some instinct... Zhang Xing could no longer use any hallucinations to hide himself.

I have traveled to an inexplicable and unknown world.

The only thing that can be confirmed now is that the world's productivity and production relations seem to be relatively backward, and it is likely to be the traditional Eastern feudal political form, and it also has a strong oriental mythological color.

Of course, all this is speculation, and no one knows what is going on. At least Zhang Xing doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know at this time, because he wants to go home, his own cat, his own warm bed, and his own Hu Da V account.

But no matter how much I think about it, the coldness in front of me forced myself to suppress all my unnecessary thoughts, because the reality is that he is obviously in a state of taking one step at a time, and being able to live one day is a day. Only when he lives out of the mountains and reaches a civilized society can he make long-term plans.

Slowly, the feeling of fatigue finally surged up uncontrollably. The traveler covered the sky and earth, curled up and slept with the ruined temple as his clothes, and slept with his eyes. It seemed that someone was crying in a dream while he was sleeping, and it seemed that he was vaguely hearing others crying in reality, or it might be that he was crying unconsciously, or it might be just an illusion caused by the sound of rain.

The next morning, after waking up, the fire was out, and Zhang Xing obviously felt that his body had recovered a lot. At least, he was able to walk on his own with a long knife.

So the two of them did not delay. They soaked the cake with the remaining water last night, and wrapped them on their backs, and drilled out from the hole behind the temple. Then they were bearded and knives in front of them, and Zhang Xing held his golden fingers, or the golden compass behind them, and looked at the direction... Now, not to mention that they already knew this thing and its effects, even if they wanted to hide it, they should not cover it up when the two needed to entrust their lives.

However, just as he was struggling to walk a hundred steps away in the drizzle, there was a loud roar behind him. The two of them turned around in shock, but found that the view, which had been as stable as the day and night, was collapsed, and the main body of the building was rolling into a ball, and under the eyes of the two, they rolled directly under the cliff on the other side that was "artificially" created by Fenshanjun.

The time traveler stood in the rain, silent and speechless, feeling so complicated that it was hard to say.

But they were all confused. Without hesitation, they bent over and bowed in the mud. After standing up, they sighed to Zhang Xing: "When you go back, boy Zhang, tell me about the rules of the statue of the Supreme Lord, so that you can build a small family temple for him to repay this kindness..."

Zhang Xing could only nod.

"There are all such powerful gods, demons, and lords, why are they so different?" Du Meng said, turning around and walking. "Go down the mountain first and find a way."

Zhang Xing could only follow with a knife silently... What he didn't notice was that with the collapse of the Taoist temple, the pointer of the compass in his hand was out of control for a while, and it was only after he was reiterated that he stabilized.

ps: Say a few more words... First of all, thank you for your kindness. It comes first in the reward list. Eighty rewards pop up and sixteen leaders, all of whom are familiar faces... After so long, everyone can still remember me, and they should be grateful no matter what.

Then I will talk about the update... I have only a few chapters of manuscripts (the reason will be told to you for a while). Therefore, during the new book period, try to guarantee a minimum of 4,000 words every day to ensure that everyone does not spend money on investment. When you encounter less than 4,000 chapters or everyone is enthusiastic, throw the manuscripts out and get them together.

Next is the Qidian library event at the end of the year. I also participated in this, and there are cards, so everyone can try it out.

Above, I wish you a happy life in 20211202.
Chapter completed!