Chapter 259 Black Dragon Fish (2)

Yu'e Mountain is in the most remote west of Duzhou.

Judging from the map of Duzhou, Yu'e Mountain is very small, but only a square inch. When you actually step into this mountain, you feel that the map is not exactly what it is drawn on.

This mountain is not high, the continuous peaks are undulating softly, and the forest ravines are beautiful. However, there is a Buddha statue in a few steps. The Buddha statue is embedded in the mountain wall.

The demons are naturally afraid of Buddha statues, and there are many Buddhist caves in the mountain, and the walls are colorful. It was only a moment after entering the mountain, and some demons were already uncomfortable and complained repeatedly.

Hairpin Xing didn't feel anything about this, but was curious about who carved these Buddha statues. Perhaps they have existed for a long time. Some Buddha statues have been eroded by wind and rain, and their appearance has been blurred, adding a bit of mystery to this place.

"Is Mount Yu'e a Foshan?" Hairpin asked Xiao Shuang beside him.

Xiaoshuang didn't feel anything about the Buddha statue either. He heard the words and said, "No, but there is a temple under the Five Wheel Pagoda, and there is a group of Buddhist practitioners in the temple. Maybe because of this, the incense offerings on the mountain continue." After a pause, he said again: "Liuquan. Master Mingjing in the temple is an old friend of Her Royal Highness the Queen. When we arrive at Liuquan Temple, Master Mingjing will guide us."

Hairpin Xing paused: "Mother still knows Buddhism?" She glanced at Xiaoshuang and said tentatively, "Could it be that this Master Mingjing is also with mother?"

Xiao Shuang smiled but said nothing.

Hairpin Xing realized that Bujiang's old lover is all over the world, but it is impossible to think of it, but it even includes Buddhist cultivation, and it is indeed extensive.

"However," Hairpin Xing thought for a while, "Why not let Master Mingjing come to pick us up at the mountain gate? We've been here for a long time, and we haven't found the right way to enter the mountain."

The scenery on Mount Yu'e is beautiful, the peaks are very quiet, but between the Buddha and the Buddha, the tree and the tree seem to have deliberately calculated, and there is no difference. People walk in it and see the repeated scenery, thinking that they have left. After a long time, he found that he had returned to the same place.

"Yu'e Mountain is a place outside the square. It is difficult for outsiders to enter, but people inside can come out, but they cannot bring people outside the mountain with them. We can only find the entrance to the mountain by ourselves." Xiaoshuang looked into the distance: " It's my first time here."

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She thought that Bu Jiang asked herself to bring Xiaoshuang because Xiaoshuang knew the way and could save a lot of time on the road, but she did not expect Xiaoshuang to enter the mountain for the first time. The terrain depicted on this map is not real, and now the group of people is running around like a headless fly, and the possibility of wanting a blind cat to run into a dead mouse is very unlikely.

"Why don't we let the soil-eating ghosts come and take a look?" Xiaoshuang suggested: "The soil-eating ghosts eat the grave soil for a living. Maybe they can tell the true direction from the soil in the mountains."

Hairpin thought about the soil-eating ghost, remembering that it was a disgraced old man who always wore a hat, and looked like a simple farmer. She said, "Okay." There are hundreds of people who don’t talk about too much, talk about too little, and it’s conspicuous when they walk around. If they bump into someone from the slayer army or the ghosts, they will fight before they enter the five-wheel tower. When he got up, the fisherman's idea of ​​profiting came to nothing.

Xiaoshuang said: "Earth-eating ghost."

No one in the entourage answered.

He frowned and repeated, "Earth-eating ghost."

"Report—" A demon cultivator raised his hand: "Lord Xiaoshuang, the soil-eating ghost was just in a hurry to urinate, and it was convenient to go to the woods."

"Didn't I say that you can't leave the team at will!" Xiaoshuang's expression changed and he scolded sharply.

The demon cultivator probably had a good relationship with the earth-eating ghost, so he helped his friend to explain: "The old man said that there are Buddha statues everywhere on this mountain, which is convenient for you to feel uncomfortable, and the little prince is still there, so it's not good to contaminate the little prince's eyes."

Hairpin: "." Thank you very much.

She asked, "How long has it been since he left?"

"A quarter of an hour." Mo Xiu scratched his head, very optimistic: "You don't have to worry about your little highness, it may be convenient for him to go out in the middle of the way. He eats a lot of soil and has always been knotted. It's been a long time. The old man told me before he left, so that we don't have to wait for him, he will follow after it is convenient. Don't delay our action. "

He said it easily, but Hairpin Xing was not so optimistic. The path to this mountain is complicated, not to mention whether he will encounter danger or not, it is also possible that he cannot find his way back after walking a long way. Although this group of people recognized her as the princess of the demon world, she did not grow up in the demon clan after all, and there were people who refused to accept her along the way, otherwise the discipline would not be so loose, and she would leave the team silently. She said: "You use voice transmission to ask where he is now."

Mo Xiu did not dare to disobey, so he took out a sound transmission from his arms and shouted to the other side: "Old and old, have you finished urinating? My Highness asked where are you now?"

The sound transmission was silently suspended in the air, and no one answered for a long time.

Mo Xiu glanced at the hairpin star, and said loudly: "Old-fashioned, are you listening?"

The other end was dead silent, and after a while, there was a terrifying chewing sound.

The faces of everyone changed suddenly.

The magic cultivator pinched the sound transmission and looked at the hairpin star, and said dryly: "Is something wrong?"

"Why don't you ask?" Hairpin Xing called out the Wuyou stick, raised his hand, and a golden paper pigeon flew out of his hand.

"This is." Xiaoshuang was shocked.

"Before the trip, I sprinkled pigeon feather phosphorus on all of you to prevent this from happening." Hairpin flew towards the jungle: "Follow me!"

Before the trip of this group of demons, Hairpin Star rushed to make the flying pigeon charm overnight. She hadn't forgotten about the "Drawing Talisman" on Gufeng Mountain. The golden pigeon knows the way, and the places it walks will definitely leave traces of smell. She sprinkled different pigeon feather phosphorus on each person, and the golden pigeon charm will follow the feather phosphorus to find the owner of the feather phosphorus.

A group of people came out neatly, and it was best to go back neatly. She could not avoid the lack of arms and legs, but she could avoid unnecessary sacrifices.

Now that she is the leader of this group of people, she is responsible for her own subordinates.

Xiao Shuang said: "Follow up with the little highness!"

A group of people rushed into the jungle. Although the golden pigeon was a spell drawn on paper, it flew faster than ordinary pigeons, but after a while, the flying pigeon stopped in front of a water pool.

The smell of pigeon feather phosphorus disappeared here.

The demon cultivator who was friends with the soil-eating ghost suddenly shouted, "Old-fashioned hat, this is an old-fashioned hat!"

In front of the pool, there was a mud-colored bamboo hat lying all alone.

Hairpin Xing motioned the people behind him not to move, stepped forward cautiously, bent down to pick up the hat, and Mimi followed behind, carefully bypassing the grass.

The hat was still slightly hot, and it seemed that it was not long after someone took off the hat. Hairpin Xing walked to the pool again. The pool water was as clear as a mirror, reflecting her shadow.

Nothing at all.