Seeing that everyone had finished adjusting their breath, Ye Dong was the first to stand up and buy the boundary monument.
The boundary monument is like a clear dividing line. After crossing it, the sky and the earth change color, and the purple-red sky presses low in the sky. The hillside on this side no longer has the winding path, but is filled with large tracts of trees.
wildflowers.
This kind of wild flower has a pale color, but there is a tragic red color at the top of the petals, which is irregular, just like a drop of blood dripping on the white canvas, and it is so beautiful that it has a cruel feeling.
Under the hillside, where the mist shrouded the place, there was a faint lake.
When everyone walked all the way to the lake, they all stopped, and everyone had a look of confusion on their faces, because on this small lake shrouded in heavy fog, there were actually boats floating in various directions.
There were several small boats, and there were actually two miserable human remains on two of them.
These ships are in such dilapidated condition that they will instantly turn into powder with just the slightest touch.
"It looks like we have to find a boat to cross this lake!"
Everyone has tried it, and it is impossible to fly here. Even the release of spiritual thoughts is like being stuck in a swamp, making it difficult to move forward. So the lake in front of you must have a boat to cross.
"Let me carry our boat over!" Zhu Yu whispered.
Ye Dong looked at Deyou, but the latter shook his head and said: "Everything I know is about things outside the boundary monument and things inside the boundary monument. I don't know anything."
"Okay, Zhu Yu, you stay here and I'll get the boat!"
Just when Ye Dong was about to turn around and pick up the boat, Pan Chaoyang suddenly said: "No need!"
Deep in the mist, a small boat is coming!
The boat was not very fast, and it swayed through the thick fog and headed towards everyone. At this moment, everyone had gathered all their spiritual energy and was ready to go.
In this strange environment, a ship suddenly came. Everyone thought that it must be the existence of the Lake of Ten Thousand Demons, so they were ready to take action at any time.
However, when the boat finally arrived in front of everyone, everyone was stunned again when they saw the man supporting the boat.
This is an old man with an old and skinny face. His white beard has almost reached his chest. But physically, he is not haggard. At least he can hold up his clothes, so he doesn't look too weird.
The quail's clothes were all knotted and almost torn, with only strips of cloth remaining. The original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
His hair was very strange, as if it had been cut with some rough object. There were tufts here and there sticking to his scalp, with different lengths.
Looking at the old man, everyone held their breath, especially Deyou's eyes, which showed a trace of sadness.
There was a soft "bang" sound, and the boat docked gently. The old man looked at everyone like this, facing each other, but his eyes stayed on Prajna and Deyou for a few seconds longer, and he couldn't see anything.
But the strange thing is that Deyou shed tears inexplicably.
"Deyou, why are you crying?" Xue Qingge asked curiously.
Deyou wiped his tears and said, "I don't know either."
At this time, the old man suddenly spoke: "Fengdu is connected to the south and Jiji is connected to the north. No matter which city you want to go to, you must cross this lake and get on the boat!"
Ye Dong frowned and asked: "My father-in-law, will you send us there?"
"Besides me, is there anyone else here? However, I am only responsible for the ferry. I don't know whether I will live or die.
Ye Dong stared at the old man and found that his face was too old and full of wrinkles. Most of his face was covered by his beard. His eyes were also a little cloudy. It was hard to tell what his expression was trying to express.
, and in the old man's body, I couldn't feel a trace of life, just like facing a corpse.
But the strange thing is that when faced with this old man of unknown origin, no one felt the slightest resentment or wariness in their hearts.
"Come on board!"
The speaker was Deyou, who stepped onto the boat first, and Prajna followed closely behind. Since both of them were on board, everyone naturally no longer hesitated and stepped onto the boat one by one.
The ship didn't look big, and it seemed logically that it couldn't carry so many people, but everyone got on the ship and found that the ship's area was just right.
Ye Dong was the last one to get on the boat, and just as he was getting on the boat, the old man suddenly stretched out an arm to stop him and said: "Fare!"
Ye Dong was stunned and said: "What do you want? Heavenly Spirit Stone?"
"Do you have a knife? Something sharp!"
The old man's request made everyone a little confused, but Ye Dong took out the Hongmeng Sword Tower and said: "Is the sword okay?"
The old man stared at the Hongmeng Sword Tower. After taking a closer look, a smile appeared on his withered face: "Hongmeng Yuanqi, use it to shave my head, I will really make a fortune."
"What?" Ye Dong almost doubted whether his ears heard it wrong. This old man actually wanted to use the Hongmeng Sword Tower to shave his head!
The old man licked his lips and said, "Well, shave my head, and it will be considered as your shipping fare. Of course, it would be better if I could have a bottle of wine."
Qiu Yun took out a bottle of wine from his arms and said, "I have wine."
Deyou also came over, looked at Ye Dong and said, "Can the donor allow me to shave his head? My guardian monk and I often help each other shave our heads."
After Ye Dong hesitated for a moment, he immediately handed the Hongmeng Sword Tower to Deyou and said, "Then I'll trouble you!"
He handed over the Hongmeng Sword Tower that was more precious than his life to others so casually, and shaved his head for others. In the eyes of everyone, no one found it strange that Ye Dong acted so abruptly.
Deyou held the Hongmeng Sword Tower and shaved the old man's head. He shaved very carefully, conscientiously, and even a little cautiously.
As the hair of different lengths on the old man's head fell one after another, everyone could see that there were many scars on the old man's scalp.
The old man probably discovered it, and said disapprovingly: "It's inconvenient here. There are no sharp tools. You can only use polished stones to shave your head. Even with this effect, you can't shave your head clean. It's a pity that this sword is too heavy."
It's valuable, otherwise I really hope you can leave it to me so that you don't have to worry about it in the future."
"I have a knife!"
Xue Qingge took out a very small knife from her arms and put it in front of the old man. She took it out from Hu Bugu's ice palace. Because it was just a mortal weapon, she didn't have the nerve to take it out just now.
When the old man saw the knife, he immediately grinned. The smile was very satisfying. However, at this time, Deyou, who was shaving his hair, burst into tears again.
Deyou suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Senior, do you know that there is a Fufu Temple in Zixiaotian's Law-abiding Mountain? It is a secluded Buddhist sect that does not accept offerings from the outside world, nor does it accept incense from the world.
"
But when faced with Deyou's words, the old man did not answer. Instead, he snored softly and actually fell asleep.