Zhang Wenfeng and his donkey followed the blood trail for about three or four miles under the moonlight, and came to a low dirt mountain.
Comparing it with the topographic map I had seen in my memory, I guessed that this place was Tuji Ridge.
I originally thought about waiting until dawn for a trip to find out who it was that made the abnormal noise and scared the villagers at the foot of the mountain to move. Unexpectedly, the monster in Tuji Ridge was attracted by the nectar and jumped out on its own.
Water Monkey fought to the death so that he could solve the case in advance without any effort.
Following the intermittent blood trail, we climbed close to the top of the mountain. In front of us was an inconspicuous cave entrance covered by long weeds.
There are many caves like this up and down the mountain, where some small animals hide.
If it weren't for the bits of blood on the grass blades, it would be hard to imagine that a monster would be mixed in with ordinary beasts.
Giving the donkey a look, the donkey stepped aside, preparing spells in his mouth. Zhang Wenfeng slowly cut the grass with his hand sword, and pinched the two fingers of his left hand slightly to release the green wood thorn spell at any time to prevent the injured monster from jumping out.
attack.
As the weeds were being cleared, a dark brown beast with stripes on its head was lying in the darkness inside the cave. Its eyes were wide open, looking out of the cave, motionless. The ground beneath him was soaked with dark blood, and his breath was all gone.
none.
"Dead ball!"
The donkey looked over and grinned: "Let's just say, it's not worth it to lose your life just for a fruit. The layout is too small, too small!" He shook his head and criticized the monsters in the cave, highlighting its elegant layout.
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and gave this guy a look of disdain.
I don’t know who it was, but after eating his own portion, he was so anxious that he went to the foot of the mountain to grab someone else’s.
If he hadn't stopped him, he would have lost his mind long ago.
Doesn’t it hurt your conscience to say such cheap words now?
He recognized that inside the cave was a mountain badger that had been transformed into a demon. People die for wealth and birds die for food, and this has been the case since ancient times.
The tip of the sword was thrust into the demon badger's dilated pupils to confirm that the demon badger was completely dead and was not pretending to be dead. He was about to use the sword to pull the demon badger out without damaging its skin, and then check to see if there were any more demon badgers in the cave.
Other monsters.
Then I saw a furry little guy with black and brown stripes rolling out from the side, with black pulp and juice dripping in his mouth. Without opening his eyes, he fell into the grass at the entrance of the cave. It was a palm-sized badger cub.
"My fruit!"
The donkey became anxious, threw his head aside, bit out the badger cub and placed it on the slope.
Zhang Wenfeng was silent. This dead demon badger was trying to grab a fruit for its cubs. It had just given birth and its strength was greatly damaged. The water monkey was also weak when it came ashore. Both sides fought half a catty to half a pound. Both sides were injured and both perished.
Seeing the donkey licking the mouth of the evil badger cub with its tongue, he smiled and ignored the funny donkey.
Use the sword to get the demon badger out. The cave is not small. I scanned it with my spiritual eye. Some withered grass, bird feathers and broken bones were found. No other cubs or adult mountain badgers were found. I saw that there was still half a fresh and incomplete Zuixin in the cave.
If the fruit comes out, pull it out with a sword.
It's really shameless to slap a useless donkey, and snatch the remaining pulp from a little kid's mouth.
"They left half a fruit for you, do you want it?"
"Gonna... ugh."
The donkey didn't mind at all that half of the fruit was stained with dirt, grass clippings, and the saliva of the young badger. He took a sip and muttered: "It's delicious! It was a good run!"
The hair on the little badger's head was licked wet, and the little guy held the donkey's forelimbs and climbed up the tree.
The donkey half-squinted his eyes to enjoy the sweetness of the fruit. He didn't care that the little badger was actually looking for a nugget under him. He ate the previous fruit in a hurry and wolfed it down, so he didn't taste much of it.
Chew this half of the fruit slowly, it is full of spiritual energy, has a long fragrance, and has endless aftertaste.
While chewing it, it absorbs the spiritual energy of the fruit and turns it into its own demonic power.
Zhang Wenfeng stuffed the dead badger into the water monkey bag without disturbing the donkey's absorption.
Taking a look at the demon badger cub that fell down and got up again, and climbed up to the donkey's leg pole with perseverance, this gadget must be taken away. He was thinking that if the cub ate half of the buddleia fruit, maybe it could become a monster?
It is not impossible to raise monsters privately. You must first identify the owner and then register with the Daolu branch.
The owner has to take responsibility for monsters causing trouble. He doesn't want to register the donkey at the moment. Anyway, the donkey's evil spirit is not obvious. As long as he doesn't release his thunder in front of outsiders.
Deep down in my heart, I still have the thought of leaving myself a trump card and feeling insecure.
When the donkey is exposed, it won't be too late for him to take the donkey to register.
After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, the donkey absorbed the spiritual energy of the nectar fruit accumulated in his body. He burped before he could finish it, and grinned: "Comfortable! I feel like I can advance to the next level if I eat another fruit."
"Just dream."
Zhang Wenfeng can cut off the donkey's delusion with just one sentence. Is there a natural resource that can be eaten like cabbage?
"What to do with this little thing?"
Zhang Wenfeng asked deliberately.
"The ball will die if left out in the wild. Can I take it back and use it as a toy?"
The donkey ate the remaining half of the fruit from the other man's mouth and became soft-mouthed. He also liked the evil badger cub that kept climbing on its legs. One bite decided the badger's future fate.
"Sure, just keep it."
Zhang Wenfeng took out a cloth bag, stuffed it into the badger cub by the back of its neck, and hung it on the donkey's saddle.
One person and one donkey returned to Xihe Mountain again. There was still silence everywhere, but there was no such depressing and gloomy feeling.
Zhang Wenfeng bent down to pick up the withered petals of Enchanted Flowers that had fallen to the ground, and put them in a cloth bag.
The donkey asked curiously: "This thing seems to be poisonous, can it be eaten?"
"After processing, it can be used as medicinal materials. Pick up some by the way and it will be wasted when the sun comes out."
Zhang Wenfeng adhered to the way of not missing something when he was passing by. He worked hard for half an hour and roughly swept the hillside. He packed almost a cloth bag and hung it on the donkey's back. He didn't need to carry it anyway.
The petal-separated bag was placed on the donkey's back to warm and dry, and it was estimated that by daybreak, only half of the bag would be left.
The donkey's nose was so good that he followed the scent of the black zombie to the top of the mountain and found a dark cave.
There are many dilapidated tombs piled up inside and outside the cave. There are miscellaneous skeletons and bones among the thorns and dead grass. Rotten coffins are exposed in several of the tombs, and there are several mottled old black coffins half-opened inside.
When most people see such a gloomy posture, they give up their desire to explore the secluded places.
How can you look for bad luck?
Zhang Wenfeng and Donkey, who have lost their fear of shadows, have even accepted ghosts, so they don't care about this.
The master of the temple used his sword to cut through the thorns blocking the road and went into the cave to look for it.
The donkey followed along and sniffed, gestured with his mouth, and said: "This stone coffin is the hiding place of the old ghost."
It smelled the disgusting smell of black zombies, and sometimes its nose was too sharp, which was asking for trouble.
Zhang Wenfeng pushed open the lid of the black sarcophagus, which was not tightly closed. It was empty except for the stench and some black hair.
Not long after, the donkey grinned and brayed: "The fruit is hidden here."
He kicked open a broken porcelain bowl covering the ground with his hoof, revealing a dark fruit wrapped in white cloth. The old ghost didn't have time to eat the drunken fruit in a hurry.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward to pick up the fruits, threw away the old white cloth, put them in a wooden box, and said with a smile: "You have a good nose, let's look for more to see if there are any other treasures? Otherwise, if others go up the mountain tomorrow, we won't have ours." It’s enough.”
It would be an unexpected surprise if the lost classics could be found. It is estimated that after so many years and in such a harsh environment, the chance that the books taken away by the old ghost would survive was slim.
He patted the donkey's face with a little sadness in his eyes and said with a smile: "If you are greedy, the snake swallows the elephant. Do you know what that means?"
"I know, I know, how could I be greedy? Just smell the fruit."
The donkey sneered and backed away.
The master of the temple once told it that both humans and monsters must know how to moderately control the greed in their hearts, otherwise, one day they will be harmed by inflated greed.
He talked about a lot of big principles and gave countless small examples, which made his head hurt.
The cave at the top of the mountain has three entrances and exits, and the cave entrances are blocked by piles of tombs, which seem to form some kind of formation.
After lighting ordinary candles and searching back and forth in the cave for more than half an hour, Zhang Wenfeng found some broken pieces of paper. Zhang Wenfeng spent a long time arranging and combining them. He couldn't tell what kind of book it was, so he had to give up.
Then he laughed and shook his head, why should he bother with the classic books that the three generations of Guanzhu had taken away?
The spiritual energy tide is rising, and opportunities are endless. There are countless techniques and classics that can be obtained in the future. Moreover, the inheritance left by Master Xuanmu is complete and there is no shortage of basic classics.
He moved forward step by step without worrying about what he had lost.
I had previously taught the donkey not to be too greedy, but when it was his turn, he almost couldn't see it in the dark.
For those who practice Taoism, it is not necessary to criticize and seek perfection.