Strangely enough, this time the white-haired mandrill didn't look at me, but there was a faint fear in his eyes, as if he was recalling an indelible nightmare.
"It's too scary, it's too scary, that old man is too scary!" the white-haired mandrill murmured to himself.
The three of us looked at each other, but neither of us spoke to interrupt this beast. It was as if grass had grown in my heart, eager to know what had happened.
In fact, I don’t know much about what happened to my grandfather at the time. I just vaguely felt that maybe the secret that has been plaguing my heart can be revealed from this incident.
After a while, the white-haired mandrill recovered from his trance and continued: "I will never forget the scene at that time in my life. The old man went into the mountain alone with a chicken.
, I don’t know what method he used, and he directly found Lord Mountain God. I had just succeeded in cultivation at that time and wanted to show off in front of Lord Mountain God. Unexpectedly, I was knocked over by the old man with a slap. Later, I
I know that if he hadn't been merciful, I probably would have died at that time."
While he was talking, this beast stood up and showed us his butt.
"Did you see that this slap mark was left on me by the old man? I don't know what evil means he used. My injury has not healed yet. I am in unbearable pain every night."
I looked over curiously, and sure enough I found a piece of meat on its butt that had been dented by a slap. It looked like a slap, and it felt like it had been branded with a branding iron.
The Underworld Seal! It turned out to be the Underworld Seal!
I could tell at a glance that this was the Huangquan Seal, one of the twelve mudras of our Zhang family.
It's just that this kind of mudra has harmful effects on the human body. Once it is hit on a person's body, it will corrode the body like the water of the underworld, causing irreparable damage. Therefore, my grandfather once told me that this kind of mudra should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.
, so I haven’t used it until now.
This made me even more confused. I didn’t understand why my grandfather chose to use this kind of handprint in the first place?
Huzi glared, "Let's get to the point!"
The white-haired mandrill shrank its neck and prepared to lie down again.
"You'd better sit down and talk!" I said to him.
The white-haired mandrill didn't appreciate it. He snorted, but still sat down, and then continued the topic just now:
"That old human man is so unreasonable. What do you think he wants from our Lord Mountain God?"
I rolled my eyes helplessly, and suddenly realized that despite his appearance, this beast was actually just a chatterbox, and he kept talking non-stop!
Perhaps because he saw Huzi's face looking a little unhappy, the white-haired mandrill quickly continued: "The old man of the human race actually asked our mountain god to carry some kind of coffin for him. Do you think this is too much to bully people? How about our mountain gods?"
He is also a god, how can he do this kind of thing to people?"
"Carry the coffin! What coffin are you carrying?" I suddenly opened my eyes wide and stared at it.
"I don't know what kind of coffin to carry. Anyway, that's what the old human man said."
"What happened next?" I asked quickly.
"Of course the negotiation didn't work out and a fight started. We, the Mountain Gods, are high-altitude gods. How could we carry a coffin for a human being?" the white-haired mandrill said proudly.
The fat man said with some disdain: "The mountain god is nothing, he is just a minor god. You have never seen a truly powerful titled god!"
"Tied god? What kind of god is that?" the white-haired mandrill asked doubtfully.
I did not answer his question, but my mind moved and I quickly asked, "Who is the mountain god you are talking about?"
"I don't know about that. Who dares to ask about the mountain god?" said the white-haired mandrill.
"Then what happened?" I asked quickly.
The white-haired mandrill suddenly raised his head with a longing look on his face.
"That fight was really dark, with no light from the sun or the moon. Although the mountain god mobilized the power of the earth's veins and had the help of the birds and beasts in the mountain, the old human man was too powerful, and there was also that bastard chicken.
The fight was even more ruthless than that old man's, and he even pecked my wife's eyes out. It's pity that my wife, in her prime, ended up like this!"
"Yangzi, is the angry-eyed chicken so powerful?" The fat man felt a little incredible.
I subconsciously touched my butt, thinking to myself that fat people are fearless if they don’t know anything. If this chicken wasn’t powerful, how could it have been noticed by my grandfather, and how could it have caught the eye of Mrs. Ma?
"What happened in the end?" Huzi asked.
The white-haired mandrill sighed with regret, "That old human man's magical power was able to activate the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, which instantly split the earth energy mobilized by the Mountain God. The Mountain God was also seriously injured.
He might have escaped, but he didn't expect that the old man had used some means to seal off all the earth's veins. If he hadn't hidden in the underground passage built by foreigners by accident, Lord Mountain God would have been doomed!
"
The three of us nodded. This news was exactly the same as what we overheard before. It seemed that the beast in front of us did not lie to us.
He wanted to ask for more details about the time other than the battle, but this beast didn't know. He only knew this little information.
But this is enough for me. I can probably figure out the purpose of grandpa coming here.
If my guess is correct, the mountain god in this beast's mouth should also be a dragon-veined soul, and grandpa should be collecting dragon souls for the purpose of carrying the coffin in the Nine Dragons he mentioned.
But according to what grandpa said, if you want to complete the Nine Dragons Coffin Carrying, you must gather nine dragon souls, but how can you find nine dragon souls in this huge world.
In addition, what makes me even more curious is, what kind of person is it that can have nine dragon souls carrying his coffin?
In addition, there is another thing that I can't figure out clearly. This incident happened eighteen years ago, which means that my grandfather had already begun to prepare for this incident at that time. Until now, he has entrusted this burden to me.
, which makes me wonder, what kind of person has not died after eighteen years?
Thinking of this, my eyelids jumped for no reason. I quickly pressed them with my hands, but the more I pressed them down, the more my eyelids twitched.
What's going on? This is not a good sign!
I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, does this matter have anything to do with me?
While I was thinking wildly, a huge roar suddenly sounded deep in the forest, like a muffled thunder, exploding throughout the entire forest.