The old Daoist priest did not feel that he had any fear of heights. In his life, he had been to many famous mountains and rivers. Now, many famous mountain scenic spots had basically done the corresponding level of tourism development and infrastructure construction. It was tiring to find a way up, but it was really not dangerous.
Back then, when the old Daoist was climbing the mountain, he did not have such good conditions. Didn't he also survive?
However, no matter how hard he climbed in the past, he would never climb to such a place. Other than the dozens of square meters of land around him, the surroundings were all towering cliffs.
The white fog was still below. Only God knew how high the cliff was.
The old priest did not dare to climb to the side to take a closer look. At this height and in this environment, even people who were not afraid of heights would be "afraid of heights".
Was this a dream?
Regardless of whether this was a dream or not,
It was scary enough.
The old Taoist did not have the courage to jump and shouted, "Since this is a dream, then wake up."
Or,
Was he suffering from Alzheimer's or was he hallucinating?
That was indeed the old Daoist's first reaction. The f * cking bedroom door was not "Any door". How did he end up in this damn place the moment he opened the door and walked in?
The old Taoist sat there and pondered for a long time.
He couldn't think of anything.
It was not that he did not think that this might be a trap set up for him, but because the old Taoist's level was limited, he really did not think that there would be such a "prank" in this world.
In the past, even if there was a higher "treatment", it was usually his boss who enjoyed it. He was just a bystander and did not want to steal the show.
His hand was always placed on his crotch. That was the source of his man's courage.
He felt that he should still be in the study room. No matter what happened, as long as he could grit his teeth and hold on, he would not give up, and wait for the boss and the others to help.
He was a happy-go-lucky person who was open-minded and never felt that he was awesome. He quietly played his role.
Then..,
Half an hour later,
The old Daoist sat on the top of the mountain.
He felt that his old face was about to swell from the cold mountain wind.
But the problem was.
What about the rest of the plot?
What danger?
What shadow?
What exotic beast was that?
Where did they all go?
The old Taoist maintained the posture of taking out the talisman at any time. His arms were stiff because of this.
Ten thousand alpacas galloped past his heart.
What the hell was this?
Pull me in.
And then leave it here?
Then why didn't you arrange a sunny beach for me with some big girls in bikinis?
Hello,
Where was he?
Where is he?
Why don't you make some noise?
F * ck you, immortal f * ck,
Don't treat bean buns like dry rations!
Don't look down on me like that!
Do you want to pull me here and be blown to death by the wind?
Or starve me to death?
Die of thirst?
Hello,
Say something.
Someone, please.
Give me something to talk to!
The old priest's mentality changed because this was too awkward. What was going on?
What he did not know was,
In the position behind him.
There used to be a temple.
But now,
The temple was out of sight.
In the temple, there should be a Bodhisattva wearing a mask.
The temple was gone.
The Bodhisattva naturally disappeared as well.
According to the normal rhythm,
The Bodhisattva was supposed to appear.
He pointed at the old Daoist.
"Are you blind?
You actually believed me back then! "
But all of this did not happen.
The whole rhythm was like an old-fashioned DVD that had been worn out. It was seriously stuck, and there were dense snowflakes that could not be played anymore.
And the old priest.
He was supposed to be the little protagonist in this area.
But when the protagonist came to the studio,
He found that he was really the only one in the studio.
The rest of the directors, supporting actors, lighting, and costume designers were all on vacation.
The old Daoist shook his sore wrist,
He wailed.
"Someone, hey, someone come and talk?
At least someone come and save his dignity, right?
If we go out, everyone will talk about what kind of danger we have encountered.
Did I say that I sat here like a fool and blew in the wind for a long time? "
..
In the dark mountains and desolate swamps.
There was a huge and terrifying figure.
The boy had a brush tied to his waist and a booklet in his arms. However, he was holding a bucket and a brush in his hands. He was standing on a valley, helping to wipe the stains there.
Not far in front of the boy.
There was a huge pit.
The boy knew that there was no such pit in the past. Ever since Truth Listener and Bodhisattva returned from a trip together, this pit had appeared.
He did not dare to ask Truth Listener how this pit appeared.
No one was willing to talk about things that they had suffered losses or were dishonorable.
But when he thought about the rumors in Hell,
It was said that there was a person.
He stood on Truth Listener.
He forcefully stepped out of this pit!
The boy felt that it was a little exaggerated. However, seeing was believing. As one of the two closest people to Truth Listener in Hell, he knew that it was difficult to fake.
Moreover, those things were getting more and more unbelievable.
They even said that the person summoned the Blood Moon from the sky.
It smashed towards the Emperor City of Song.
In the great battle.
He summoned the Blood Moon again.
He used it as a weapon to sweep through the Yin Army.
He destroyed countless Yama King dharmakayas.
What a pity.
The boy knew his own weight.
He did not obtain the Judge Jade Disc with merit and GPA.
It was because he had served Truth Listener.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva issued a decree.
He rewarded him with the identity of a Judge.
He had also returned to the Yang Realm.
The changes in the Yang Realm were really great.
He had also been to that bookstore.
However, when he thought of that bookstore, the boy did not dare to continue thinking.
Truth Listener was asleep at his feet, but he did not dare to let his guard down.
That matter.
That discovery.
He didn't even mention it to a single person.
Because of his special identity, when the Yin Army went out, he was not among them. No one dared to come here and specially summon the "Horse Protector" to participate in the battle.
The boy knew that his identity was looked down upon by the Yin Masters. Even when the patrol officers saw him, they were respectful on the surface, but behind his back, they still thought that he was a monkey.
However, he was not angry.
Because he was a lucky man, and the other party was right to laugh. Why should he be angry?
Regarding the ending of that turbulence.
There were many different opinions.
Some people said that the Yin Army had intercepted and killed that person.
Because that person had burned up and turned into ashes.
Some people said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had taken action and suppressed the evil leader!
Some people said that that person had directly walked on the Bridge of Helplessness. He would rather cut off everything and start over than lower his head in front of the Yin Army.
There were many theories. The boy did not know which one he should believe, but he still hoped that it would be the last one.
Such a magnificent and wonderful person.
It had completely ended just like that.
It was such a pity.
Just as the boy was wiping the black rock under his feet and thinking,
The mountain range beneath him suddenly trembled.
The boy stabilized his body.
He asked in confusion,
"Where is it itchy?
Shall I scratch it for you? "
A pair of scarlet eyes that were as huge as ordinary mountains turned around.
The voice seemed to come from the sky.
Thunder rumbled.
"Someone dares to challenge the dignity of the Bodhisattva!"
"Who? Where?
I'll go and destroy him! "
The Loyal Three Consecutive Strikes were completed!
"In the Yang Realm, hehe, in the Yang Realm, this aura is a little unfamiliar..."
Truth Listener seemed to be muttering to himself.
"Send a note to the Yin Masters," the boy suggested.
"Oh..."
Truth Listener suddenly let out a sigh.
It seemed to have heard some clues.
It said slowly,
"It's... an artifact."
"What artifact?"
The boy asked carefully because he really did not hear it clearly just now. It was not that Truth Listener's voice was too soft. In fact, how could such a huge existence be soft?
The syllables in the middle were too blurry.
"Hehe, then let's ignore it. The Bodhisattva once said that we should not touch anything related to that aspect. Let it be."
"Yes, let it be!" The boy nodded in agreement.
"But if you want to use the Bodhisattva as a raft.
Isn't that a little too arrogant?
After all, he's just... an artifact.
... They're all gone.
An... artifact.
How dare you be so arrogant! "
"@ #% ¥% +!!!!"
The boy could not help but curse.
If you want to act cool in front of me, then so be it.
But can you not deliberately obscure your voice!
You can't keep me in suspense like this!
"I don't try to find out where you are, and I don't try to observe what you are doing. I can deliberately turn a blind eye to everything about you!
However, the Bodhisattva is still in seclusion. However, the dignity of the Bodhisattva is inviolable! "
"Hmph!"
There was a muffled sound.
It came from the mountains.
In the dark.
It was as if there was a knife.
It slashed down!
..
"Cover your eyes. Cover my eyes.
I can't see. Hey... Hey, do you see? I'll cover my eyes... "
At the entrance of a pyramid selling stronghold, the old man, who was wiping the blood from his palm and jumping happily, was suddenly stunned.
He raised his left hand.
But in fact, he raised his right hand.
He took a few steps forward.
But in fact, he took a few steps back.
On his face.
He revealed a surprised expression.
But in his heart.
In fact, he was panicking!
He seemed to be stuck.
His whole body started to become a little confused. He kept trembling and moving forward and backward, as if he was performing a mechanical dance.
After a long time.
The sound of something breaking could be heard.
The old man's back was hunched.
His eyes were completely sunken.
There was only black in his pupils.
Balls of black gas.
They began to rise from the old man's back.
The old man seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
However.
At least for now.
The old man was more normal than before.
The old priest's face was full of disbelief.
He looked at the ground under his feet in a daze.
He muttered.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? How is this possible?
How is this possible? How is this possible? "
But soon.
The expression on the old man's face was replaced by an eagle-like temperament.
A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He forced himself to straighten his body.
He faced the direction of the bookstore.
"What a pity. I can't play like this anymore.
Good disciple.
Do you miss Master?
Master, I miss you so much too!
Master,
I'm here! "
… …
This was the fourth watch. There was more at night!