Chapter 360 The gatekeeper struggling with the shackles (1)
Yang Ji returned to the palace where he lived and checked it out. The golden palace was still well preserved, but the books that Yang Ji brought from Pingchuan City in the room were inevitably missing. All the bookshelves were knocked down. Books were thrown around in a mess.
Fortunately, the creatures in the underworld are obviously not interested in these historical subsets, so the damage caused is not huge.
"After a while, find someone to take care of it."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
There was no one on the top of the mountain, the water in the pool was already black, the rockery was pushed down, the incense burner tilted to the ground, and the ashes were spilled out.
Yang Ji did not stop and climbed up the stairs, passing through the area where all the senior brothers and sisters lived on the second floor, entering the empty Elder Peak on the top of the mountain, and then followed a winding path to the highest peak of Tieguan Mountain.
Yang Ji didn't know if there was anyone else in Tieguan Mountain. But there was someone who Yang Ji knew was definitely there.
The wind howled on the top of the mountain, blowing a cool feeling on his body. Following this winding path, Yang Ji finally saw the gatekeeper who had never left Tieguan Mountain in the entire underworld after a while.
He was wearing shabby clothes, covered in dirt, and skinny. He was sitting cross-legged on the cliff next to the Buddhist scripture cave, his body leaning slanted.
If you just look at the appearance, anyone would think that he is a wandering and desolate beggar. But no beggar can survive this disaster in the underworld.
"Boy, you're finally here. I can smell you even from a few kilometers away."
The gatekeeper leaned against the cliff and said with his eyes closed. His messy hair on the temples trembled in the wind, giving people a sense of decadence, but his voice was still full of energy and momentum.
Yang Jilin smiled, raised his right hand, and took out a jar of wine from the Najie bottle. The wine was purchased by Yang Jilin from Langya City when he set out.
"Senior has a really good nose."
Yang Ji smiled and placed the wine jar in front of the gatekeeper. He patted the mud seal open and a scent of wine immediately came out:
"I didn't bring anything with me this time. I just brought this bottle of wine. Senior, please give it a try."
The gatekeeper did not refuse, his nose twitched, smelling the aroma of wine in the air, and suddenly sighed:
"It really doesn't seem like I've had a drink at all. Boy, I guess you're serious."
He grabbed the wine given by Yang Ji, raised it with both hands, raised his neck, and drank from the mouth of the altar. This heroic look surprised Yang Ji.
The gatekeeper murmured and drank. He looked like he was remembering, with a complicated look in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking of.
Yang Ji didn't bother him, and watched as he drank. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and put the wine jar down.
"Did the sect never send you wine?"
Yang Ji suddenly asked curiously.
"Hmph. You've been here a few times. Have you ever seen them bring me wine?"
The gatekeeper looked at Yang Ji and sneered.
Yang Ji had previously pretended to be a disciple of Pyrotechnics and delivered meals to the gatekeeper. Thinking about it carefully, there really was no wine in the meals.
"Don't talk about wine. Wouldn't it be nice if you could give me a different meal?"
The gatekeeper said coldly.
Yang Ji was suddenly filled with emotion. Only now did he realize that the gatekeeper's situation on the mountain might be worse than he imagined.
"I suddenly became curious. The catastrophe in the underworld lasts for several months. There has been no one on Tieguan Mountain for these few months, so it is impossible for anyone to send you off. How did you get here these few months? It seems like Martial Saint also needs to eat, right?"
Yang Jidao.
"Hmph, without you Iron Crown Sect people, would I really starve to death? Don't worry, I've been eating meat these past few months."
The gatekeeper snorted coldly.
"Eat meat?"
Yang Ji was startled at first. Then he thought of something and his face turned pale. He was shocked: "You eat dead human flesh?"
There is no one on Tieguan Mountain. The gatekeeper wants to eat meat. He only eats the corpses of evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas. No wonder the top of the mountain is so clean when you go up the mountain.
"Fart, where did you think you were?"
The gatekeeper saw through Yang Ji's thoughts at a glance, and suddenly became furious: "Even if I die, I can't eat the corpses of those evil ghosts and yakshas. Look at what they are."
As he spoke, he pointed to the corner between the cliff and the Sutra Cave. Yang Ji took a closer look and found a ball of fluffy, gray-brown hair.
"There aren't many other things in these mountains. There are still a lot of mountain rats, cockroaches, centipedes, spiders and the like. I haven't starved to death that easily."
The gatekeeper said angrily.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Ji looked at the livid face of the gatekeeper and couldn't help laughing. He had contact with the gatekeeper several times, and he took advantage of him every time. At first, he chased and killed the two evil warriors who owned the land boat.
When I was there, I was even tricked by him.
This was the first time I saw the gatekeeper angry and frustrated.
"That's enough. Boy, there's nothing funny about this. What about that thing? You would never come to the top of the mountain to find me for no reason. What about that thing? Take it out."
The gatekeeper said solemnly.
Yang Ji smiled and clicked through without embarrassing the gatekeeper too much.
"Haha, senior is so smart. I can't hide anything from you."
Yang Ji looked at the gatekeeper, Shi Shiran, and sat down in front of him with a calm expression:
"My character is that even if I make a promise, I always have to fulfill it. Now that I have reached an agreement, I will work hard to complete it for you."
As he spoke, a black light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and the hand of death swelled in the wind, rapidly growing from small to large. Seeing this palm, the gatekeeper was also filled with emotion:
"I can't tell that during this period, your strength has grown extremely fast. You are worthy of being the successor chosen by the ancient Confucianism and Taoism."
"hehe."
Yang Ji just smiled and did not answer. The hand of death slowly fell to the ground in front of the gatekeeper, and five thick steel-like fingers spread out, revealing a pile of obsidian in the palm.
Black smoke was billowing, and a strong breath of death was emanating from the obsidian. In this strange environment filled with masculine atmosphere, the breath of death in the obsidian was emanating.
However, compared with the still huge and extremely concentrated energy inside, the energy emitted is actually insignificant.
Obsidian Yang Ji has come into contact with it several times. But every time he sees the strong power of death, he is still afraid. Just like yellow spring water. This kind of thing is definitely not something that anyone can use.
If you don't do it right, you will hurt yourself.
"If I had known that what you wanted was this kind of thing, maybe I wouldn't have agreed at all."
Yang Ji's eyes changed and he looked at the obsidian in his palm.
"But you brought it here anyway, didn't you?"
The gatekeeper smiled and said without looking at the obsidian in the hand of death.
"Yes. But this transaction was not fair and just from the beginning. You hid too much information from me."
Yang Jidao.
Time has passed and Obsidian has been obtained. But it is impossible to say that Yang Ji has no complaints. No one likes to be fooled.
"It's not that I deliberately concealed it from you. But according to your situation at the time, it would be impossible for you to complete this task within at least one or two years. I never thought that you could complete the task so quickly."
The gatekeeper said frankly.
"Hmph. Don't try to trick me. You can take these obsidians."
Yang Ji sneered.
The gatekeeper smiled and did not deny it. Watching Yang Ji bring the obsidian in front of him, a strange light flashed in his eyes. Then he reached into the hand of death, grabbed the obsidians one by one, and put them in front of him.
Zizzi!
Yang Ji looked carefully. The gatekeeper's skin immediately emitted gurgling black smoke when it came into contact with obsidian, and the skin surface blackened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But the gatekeeper didn't realize it and didn't care.
"Boy, I give you this vitality grass."
The gatekeeper put away the obsidian, stretched out his skinny right hand from his big sleeve, and with a sudden shake, a piece of grass that looked ordinary but with some yellow grass immediately burst out of the air.
This vitality grass gatekeeper's palm did not fall to the ground, but floated in the void, ups and downs. Without landing, a strange wave spread out with the vitality grass as the center.
Yang Ji looked at this vitality grass curiously, his eyes filled with brilliance. There are thousands of plants and trees in the world, but this kind of vitality grass is probably the only one that can float in the void.
With this special ability to float without falling, this kind of vitality grass is already priceless. Not to mention, it also has the function of opening up the orifice.
"I always keep my promise. If you bring me the obsidian, I will give you the Vitality Grass. Don't feel like you are in debt. This Vitality Grass is different from other Vitality Grasses. I have kept it with me for decades.
It has never been let out. It's just because the vitality on the mountain is thin and my flesh and blood are withered, so this vitality grass looks a little withered. But no matter what, the vitality grass is the vitality grass. I won't go into details. Its preciousness, you
You’ll understand later.”
The gatekeeper's voice came from my ears.
"Thank you, senior."
Yang Ji smiled slightly, flicked his palm, and sent out a wave of blood to wrap the vitality grass in the air. He suddenly retracted it and immediately turned it into a ball of flowing light, which disappeared into his sleeve and was quickly included in the Najie bottle.
It is safe to put this kind of good stuff in a mustard bottle.
The gatekeeper watched Yang Ji collect the vitality grass with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Senior, are you reluctant to let go?"
Yang Ji smiled.
"After all, it's something that has been with me for decades."
The gatekeeper said calmly, turning his head away and not denying it.
Yang Ji smiled and glanced at the gatekeeper, but he could understand. The gatekeeper was in ragged clothes and described as abject. Considering his situation here and now, he still had a vitality grass on his body, which showed that this thing really meant something to him.
Extraordinary.
As he said, something that has been with you for decades and accompanied by emotions is more than just a piece of vitality grass.
"Senior, if you are reluctant to part with it, I can return the vitality grass to you."
Yang Ji smiled.
"Hmph, who do you think I am? A gentleman's words are as fast as his horse's whip. If you say anything, it will be thrown away. How could I regret it? Take your vitality grass and get out of here."
The gatekeeper said slightly angrily.
Yang Ji smiled, but did not leave. He still sat cross-legged opposite the gatekeeper. The gatekeeper looked at Yang Ji for a few times, and after waiting for a while, he found that Yang Ji had no intention of leaving at all.
"Boy, the vitality grass has been given to you. What are you still doing here?"
The gatekeeper finally couldn't help but said angrily.
"Senior, you seem to have forgotten something."
Yang Ji put away his smile and said seriously.
"Boy, what do you mean?"
The gatekeeper's face darkened.
"Senior, have you forgotten? In addition to the vitality grass, you seem to have promised to tell me the whereabouts of another copy of the literary saint's pen and ink."
Yang Ji is good at repairing things but has flaws in his way.
"Haha, I just remember exchanging vitality grass for obsidian. This seems to be outside the scope of our transaction."
The gatekeeper leaned back, leaned against the cliff, and smiled lightly. (To be continued)