Monk Jingli felt embarrassed as if he had been caught stealing a farmer's reed chicken. He stood there reluctantly and said to Bai Yuxia: "Well, well, well, well, well, I am the Buddha, so that's all for today's sutra."
Then he turned back in surprise: "Junior brother, are you back? Is this the Holy Hunting Mountain? I will accompany you there."
Jiang Wang, who was flying fast all the way, trying his best to spread his eyes and ears, actually heard the conversation between Jingli and Bai Yuxia early. He deliberately slowed down and waited for them to finish talking before returning.
At this time, he would not tell the truth, but only ordered: "Yuchan, you stay, supervise them to continue collecting clues, and take care of Yuxiu by the way. The others follow me."
Lian Yuchan smoothed the two swords filled with murderous intent and took over the handle of Jihuo Yuxiu's wheelchair.
Without saying a word, the group followed Jiang Wang and flew towards Shengshou Mountain.
Since arriving in the floating land world, Jiang Wang has been running around non-stop, almost never stopping, and even discussing matters is mostly on the road.
"Where is the woodcutter?" Xi Ming spread his steel wings behind his back and soared freely in the sky. He asked casually, his voice cold.
"Go and do other things, Shengshou Mountain doesn't need him." Jiang Wang responded.
Jingli and Jiang Wang walked side by side, Bai Yuxia secretly exerted his strength, speeded up a little, walked to the side, let his hair fly, and said in a calm tone: "Why does the boss send Lin Xian to do other things? Let Lian Yuchan see
My child, you only took me to the Holy Hunting Mountain?"
His posture was extremely casual, but the raised corners of his mouth still showed his happiness.
I think of him, Lin Xian, and Lian Yuchan. They all work together in Baiyujing and are practitioners who stand in front of the separation between heaven and man. They are all the geniuses of the country. It is not enough for the boss to only take him to Shengshou Mountain.
Does it explain the problem? Regardless of whether you believe it or not, it is clear that in the heart of the boss, he Bai Yuxia is the best one!
"Oh." Jiang Wang said casually, "It's too dangerous for you to stay there."
Bai Yuxia suddenly became less happy: "What danger could I be in?"
Jiang Wangdao: "I'm worried about them."
Without waiting for Bai Yuxia to get angry, he quickly said: "Okay, okay, no kidding. Have you achieved any results in your interpretation of the creation script?"
"If I can encounter danger in the Qinghuo Department, then even Yuchan will not be able to endure it. It would be a shame for my boss to say anything!" Bai Yuxia said reluctantly before saying: "We have to set off fireworks in such a short time.
That’s not how it was done!”
But then he changed the subject: "We actually deciphered one word."
"What word?" Jiang Wang was very interested.
"Do you still have an impression of that clay tablet that says 'The world has dimensions, and the dimension lies in -'?"
"certainly."
"The next word is 'its'."
"It doesn't mean much." Jiang Wang, the pioneer of the Creation Divine Literature and the owner of Bai Yujing Restaurant, commented on this.
Generally, what comes after the word "qi" is the key point.
"It means a lot." Xi Ming, who was flying far away, suddenly flew closer and said coldly: "You may not know much about this knowledge. The interpretation of every ancient character is swept out in the fog of history.
A clear piece of puzzle. It helps us eliminate a large number of fallacies and greatly promotes the interpretation process."
"Is this so?" Jiang Wang reluctantly accepted, and then shared with them what he had seen in the water purification department.
"As a shaman, it is understandable that Qingshui Chengyan hides some secrets inherited from the tribe. After all, it is the foundation of the clan, and it is impossible for him to completely let down his guard against us." Bai Yuxia made a calm analysis.
"There is one thing that is very interesting. I don't know if you have discovered it." Jiang Wang said: "So far, there has not been a real totem Holy Spirit in Floating Land. Looking through history, there is no record. There is some in the legend, but it is not credible.
.As far as the information we have on the various ethnic groups in Floating Continent is concerned, there is only one Qinghuo Bamboo Book that is truly close to that realm, but the Qinghuo Bamboo Book does not necessarily lead to a breakthrough."
Xi Ming said directly: "Either this world has limitations, or the method of totem practice has limitations."
"Every one of you has seen the totem practice method, and you should have practiced it. What are your thoughts?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Unless you practice to the realm of the totem spirit, refine your body, and call the spirit back to its origin, how can you truly talk about the realm of the totem spirit." Xi Ming said: "We are all impossible. No one will take it as the fundamental method. It's just that
Just making firewood."
"To give up the body at that point is the reason why the life span of the totem spirit exceeds the arrival of God." Bai Yuxia also said: "Not to mention that it is not limited, but judging from those illustrations, it is indeed a profound knowledge.
Just relying on us to understand its true meaning cannot be accomplished in three or two years. It is impossible for these powerful people in Fulu to truly dig into their hearts and souls..."
Jingli, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said "Hey", "It's done!"
But seeing his right hand stretched out in front of him, a circular pattern slowly appeared in the sky above his palm——
In that circle, there is a tilted swastika with two interlaced black and white lines. It has a simple but mysterious beauty.
The three people who saw this scene were all shocked to varying degrees.
Because this is not a simple pattern, it is a totem. A totem that is truly powerful, integrated into the extraordinary system of this world, and can be practiced.
And unlike what they had seen, any existing totem collected by the Royal Tribe was a brand new totem!
Bai Yuxia didn't do this, Xi Ming didn't do it, and Jiang Wang didn't do it either.
Bai Yuxia remembered her instructions, and her voice was a little confused: "Is this... the totem of cause and effect?"
"It should be considered that." Jingli himself didn't know very well. He stretched out his finger and poked the totem in front of him, as if he had poked something substantial, and pushed it back a few inches.
He grinned as if he had found a toy he liked: "It should be!"
Bai Yuxia was still in confusion: "Didn't I ask you to make a shell of the karma totem? Does the little holy monk know what a shell is? The shell is a cover, used to deceive people. It looks very real.
, but it’s easy to make fake products that are useless at all, does the little holy monk understand?”
Jingli blinked: "Is it really impossible to do it? It's not difficult either."
Ah, that makes sense. Bai Yuxia stopped talking.
Xi Ming had already touched the wind totem on his left forearm, and now he was silently operating the power of the totem, examining its nature again... probably feeling a little self-doubt.
Jiang Wangxiao looked at Jingli: "It seems that your exploration of totems has surpassed all of us. So, may I ask this young holy monk of Xuankong Temple, in your opinion, what is the realm of the totem holy spirit in this totem practice method?
Is it accessible?”
Jingli thought silently for a while: "I don't have an answer yet. Looking from this shore to the other shore, that realm can be imagined, but if you don't become a totem spirit, and you don't come to the shore, you can't really see it."
"Even the little holy monk who created his own cause and effect totem has no answer for the moment, and even the Qinghuo Bamboo Book, which is known as the 'strongest', has not arrived for sure." Jiang Wang said to them: "But the pure water of more than a thousand years ago has not arrived yet."
The witch Zhu Jingshui Yiyuan, seven years after his fall on the Holy Hunting Mountain, actually tried to sublime himself into a totem holy spirit. And his strength was not outstanding among the spirits at that time."
Bai Yuxia didn't expect that her boss could get such useful information from the water purification department: "You mean..."
Jiang Wangdao: "He may have gained some kind of harvest in Shengshou Mountain. That harvest may have been something from another world, which gave him inspiration beyond this world and allowed him to see the way forward!"
"Are there any clues left for us to discover about the incident a thousand years ago?" Xi Ming asked.
"It is impossible to survive. Even if there are clues, they have been eliminated by the Fulu people. We have also seen the civilization here, how can we underestimate their wisdom?" Jiang Wang said: "What I am looking for are traces of Ao Kui.
He is now unable to dominate the faith that has swept across the floating continent, and is forced to become enemies of the various tribes in the floating continent. There are not many options left. This is probably the place where he brought changes to the floating continent, and he will definitely come here to find changes.
Seize the opportunity to win.”
Shengshou Mountain is in the central area of the entire floating continent world. The two tribes closest to this mountain are the Huntu tribe and the Tianfeng tribe. The former is the seventeenth tribe of the Earth tribe, and the latter is one of the eight tribes that split from the Xuanfeng tribe.
Even though it is "nearest", it is thousands of miles away from Shengshou Mountain.
Qingshui and Xiaolei are further away.
Flying all the way and discussing all the way, I didn't feel that the journey was long.
When the four people stopped, what appeared in front of them was more like a high platform than a mountain.
It rises high on the vast land, but is cut off on the majestic and steep road.
The mountains are still lush and green, with the chirping of animals and birds. It seems to be a world of its own, a world that has not experienced the changes of the times.
Xi Ming folded his steel wings and settled on the relatively flat top of the mountain. He squatted down and pressed his index finger on the ground. From his fingertips, black ants appeared out of thin air and crawled out quickly.
Centered on his foothold, ants were like a black tide, pouring towards the entire Shengshou Mountain!
"Are these all mechanisms?" Monk Jingli looked at them curiously.
"They are all living creatures." Xi Ming said calmly: "The machine technique can also create such ants, but the cost is too high and does not conform to our concept of 'saving use'. These are the ants that have been cultivated and made some special
Processing, supplemented by mechanical techniques to control."
Since Qian Jinhua became a wealthy man, one word that everyone in the Mohist family has considered most is "frugal use."
But the "spending" before Qian Jinhua's era was restrained and simple. The "spending" after Qian Jinhua's era was more inclined to cost control in commercial activities.
It is indeed not untrue to say that he is a true king of business.
Bai Yuxia raised her sword in the air and flew far away.
Jiang Wang opened his eyes and the Immortal patrolled all directions.
Jingli took a long step forward and sat cross-legged in the air, clasping his hands and closing his eyes. The Buddha's light surrounded his body and spread out like water ripples.
The four people divided different areas and thoroughly investigated every inch of the Shengshou Mountain.
"Found it." Xi Ming's body swayed and he had already rushed into the forest. Jiang Wang stepped up to follow.
The two of them walked quickly through the deep old forest, as agile as birds returning to their nests, and finally landed in front of an old tree where nine people could hug each other.
The tree was dead, with only half of its body left. It was still as tall as a house. It had been eaten away by insects. Densely packed black ants were crawling inside and outside the tree.
Xi Ming pointed his index finger at the tree, and the black ants quickly retrieved them, almost forming a line, and crashed straight into his index finger - it seemed to be connected to another space.
"Ink Ant here tasted a power that does not belong to this world." Xi Ming said: "It's still very fresh, just in the past three days."
Jiang Wang casually cut off a piece of rotten wood and slowly burned it with the true fire of Samadhi: "It can only be Ao Kui. What did he do here?"
Xi Ming said: "The vitality of this old tree was robbed. He deliberately concealed the traces and modified it to look like it would naturally decay. However, the impact of this old tree on the soil and the encroachment on the living space of other surrounding trees are all
He can't change it."
Jiang Wang himself had also obtained the answer through Samadhi True Fire, which was consistent with Xi Ming's description. He frowned and said: "Ao Kui has the ability to plunder the vitality of trees for his own use. But this vitality is too small for him, and it is not enough for him.
What to do?"
Xi Ming said: "If Ao Kui can recover with this, what we should see here is Bald Mountain. It means that this secret technique has limitations, and he needs to use this little vitality to do something here."
Jiang Wang asked again: "Can we trace him through these powers?"
"I'm doing."
"If I were Ao Kui, I passed by here in a hurry a thousand years ago and hid the treasure of the Heavenly Buddha. When I came back after a thousand years, the first thing I would do would definitely be to hunt for treasure. And I have already contacted the Begging for Life Tathagata Bowl and sealed off the world. But out of
For some reason, I can't completely liberate its power - so the most important thing now is to unlock this treasure and live a hundred lives." Jiang Wang pondered: "The vitality of this tree can be like this to beggars.
Is the bowl useful?”
Xi Ming injected the power swallowed by the black ants into the four machine birds, and then released them in four directions. At the same time, he analyzed: "From the perspective of the comparison of power, even if it is useful, it is at best a lure."
Jiang Wang thought thoughtfully: "What's so special about this tree?"
"The oldest tree in this mountain forest..." Xi Ming said, grasping the key: "No, the special thing is that it is the oldest existing tree on Shengshou Mountain."
The special place is Shengshou Mountain!
Jiang Wang's eyes also lit up: "It has the power of the origin of the floating land human race!"
Xi Ming continued: "Perhaps Qihuo Rusibo was blocked by the world power of the floating land world, so that Ao Kui could not use his full strength. Whether it was the intentional guidance of the floating land human race, or the instinctive rejection of the world. Well, in short, this situation has been created. And Ao Kui Dongshi Zhen has seen the fundamental problem and is solving it. That’s why we need to use the power of the origin of the floating land human race as a guide."
"How to solve the blockade of world power when one's own strength is insufficient? Given the long heritage of Jucheng, there must be many ideas?"
"You can also ask the little holy monk, Xuankong Temple is not in vain. It is best for us to pool our wisdom and exhaust the path of this dragon, and then cut them off one by one."
Just as he was talking, Jingli's voice rang out - "Junior brother, this way!"
The black ants are still crawling tirelessly across every inch of the land.
Jiang Wanghe and Xi Ming shuttled through the quiet mountain forest and quickly found Jingli's location——
He is in a deep cave.
There are ancient vines, trees, and mossy boulders outside this cave. They are hidden very deep, and he doesn’t know how he can find them.
At this moment, the tree moved away from the stone, as if an ancient tomb was being dug, and the sky light swam in. The smell of the old decay was still flowing out, and it was unknown how many years it had been sealed by the stone before it reappeared in the world.
When I walked in, I discovered that this cave is high, wide, and extending in all directions. Its appearance is difficult to understand at a glance.
The sound of wind shuttled through the cave in the distance, and there was the faint cry of crows, which was inexplicably eerie.
The handsome and clean young monk was standing in front of the historic stone wall with his palms clasped together. A circle of Buddha's light behind his head made his shiny bald head shine, and the dark cave seemed to be illuminated by him.
Then the bloody and terrifying rock paintings in front of him seemed to become peaceful and warm.
In Jiang Wang's eyes, this scene itself is also a painting, for——
