As the sun rises, the snow melts, adding to the chill.

Turning to the snow-covered path, one mountain after another, there is no end in sight.

Zhang Jiao stepped on the muddy mountain road half-floating and half-sinking, constantly rubbing two egg-sized, illusory balls in the palm of his left hand.

Every time he exerted his strength, a silent wailing face appeared on the ball.

Wisps of gray smoke would come out of the ball and slowly drift into his nose.

In a matter of moments, the two balls became much smaller again, and they were about to be exhausted.

Zhang Jiao's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and with a slight touch of his feet, his figure floated forward a few meters away under the cold wind.

"The Three Suns will be... Chiyang Tianzun, Our Lady of Baiyang, Qingyang Prodigy... Gather the faith of all the people to build the kingdom of God on the earth. ”

Zhang Jiao kept checking the information searched from the souls of the fat and thin heads, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

After a long time, as the two living souls in his hands completely dissolved into nothingness, he let out a long sigh and muttered to himself to the sky.

"Is this your real reward?

He paused for a moment, looked at the mountains that parted in front of him, his eyes glittered with blood, and after distinguishing the direction, he immediately rushed in the direction of the north.

According to the memories in the soul of the fat and thin head, the Sanyang Society is mainly active in the area of Changqi County in the north.

Changqi County was hit by a locust plague in the spring of this year, and there was a severe drought in the summer, and there was no harvest in the whole autumn.

Hundreds of people were waiting for relief from the imperial court.

It's just that the Great Hong Dynasty is no longer the prosperous era of a hundred years ago, the internal treasury is empty, the kings are numerous, the external rogue is everywhere, and the external enemy is surrounded.

The Son of Heaven was obsessed with pleasure and spent his days in fat, while his ministers were busy trying to tear a little carrion from this dying behemoth.

Even if there are one or two great talents with the heart of saving the world and ruling the people, they can't change this dynasty that will eventually come to an end.

The entire Dahong Dynasty has been completely eroded from top to bottom, and the government decree does not say that the capital, even the palace compound may not be able to go out.

The Sanyang Society saw the right time and place, opened the altar in Changqi County, recruited believers, preached the doctrine of the Kingdom of God, and tried to use it as a base to change the world.

Zhang Jiao went here to blend in and find a way to get a glimpse of the supreme method of the Three Yang Society.

"Sanyang Mixed Cave Should Be Robbed"

It is said that this sutra was given by an unknown god, and it contains all kinds of incredible things, saying that the world will have a great calamity and will eventually perish. There is only one wonderful way to avoid this apocalyptic catastrophe, that is, to gather the faith of all people and worship the three gods of Chiyang, Qingyang, and Baiyang. The three gods used their great power to evolve the earth divine kingdom and protect all living beings to survive this final calamity.

Gather incense and gather the gods.

The method recorded in this sutra is so similar to his current situation that he is bound to obtain it.

Only, how do you get it?

Zhang Jiao kept thinking along the way.

Although the Sanyang Society said that the altar was opened in Changqi County, and as long as they shouted Sanyang to save the world, they could join the club, but they were all leeks used to harvest the incense of faith, and it was not an ordinary difficulty to really want to join them.

It's not that he didn't want to grab it directly, but from the memories of the fat and thin heads, he knew that the Sanyang Society now has three leaders, all of whom have great magical powers.

The three of them joined forces, even if they were real people in Taoism, and the Arhats of the Buddhist family had to avoid the edge for the time being. Otherwise, Changqi County would not have become the base camp of the Sanyang Society by default.

Along the mountain road, Zhang Jiao went all the way forward, hoping to find people in front, and after a little trimming, he asked the direction of the road by the way.

Although he can distinguish the general direction, he still needs someone to guide him to find the exact location of Changqi County.

The sky was getting darker, and the moon was looming in the clouds.

On the muddy path, the mountain wind whistled by, and a red fire with some green fluttered in the air, changing from time to time with a fierce face, and bursts of laughter spread far away with the mountain wind.

Zhang Jiao flicked his fingers, and the fire in front of him was immediately smashed to the ground, and he said coldly, "What kind of laughter is it at night?"

The firelight immediately showed an aggrieved wrinkled face, two charred black claws covering his mouth tightly, and then floated over slowly, not daring to make a sound.

Zhang Jiao looked at the mountains that were gradually thinning, and his expression was a little more happy.

"I guess I'm about to get out of the mountain. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move a little faster.

But just as he was about to pass the edge of a steep cliff, a stripped corpse appeared in front of him.

Zhang Jiao immediately walked over.

I saw a thin old man with gray hair and a long beard curled up in the snow.

On his red*** shriveled black and brown skin, there are still many traces of slashing and whipping.

Zhang Jiao skillfully brushed through the snow, dug a simple graveyard on the side of the road not far away, buried the corpse in it, and then traveled all the way, he had seen this situation too many times, and truly understood what it means to live in a troubled world as grass.

Every time he saw this, he would stop and help collect and bury the body.

He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he has heard it from his elders countless times.

The dead are great, and let them be buried in the earth.

After packing up the corpse on the side of the road, Zhang Jiao was about to leave when a clear and faint female voice suddenly came into his ears.

"It's really.... Strange Taoist priest. ”

Zhang Jiao said without raising his head, "What's strange?"

In troubled times, it is inevitable that he will encounter some evil remnants, but this is the first time he has encountered an alien who he has not been aware of.

He raised his head, and on the cliff in front of him, a plum tree was about to bud.

Under the vigorous branches, the clear female voice came again. "A white-haired, ghostly Taoist priest who doesn't charge money and helps bury people. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the beautiful woman who appeared under the plum tree, and said flatly, "Who said that the priest had to collect money to help bury people?"

As soon as his voice passed, the man appeared on the edge of the cliff.

"I'm curious, are you a demon or a ghost?"

Zhang Jiao smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, stared at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, and suddenly asked.

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask this question, then thought about it, and replied with some uncertainty, "I...... I guess it's a ghost!"

Zhang Jiao looked at her eyes full of yin energy, nodded, and said, "Thank you for telling me, then we'll see you again." ”

With that, he turned and left.

If you encounter a barren mountain, why stay longer.

"What a strange Taoist priest. ”

The clear voice sounded again, "Would you like to sit down for a while?"

Under the plum tree, an exquisite house is centered on the plum tree and expands straight out.

Zhang Jiao stood in place, and looked back, he was already on the high pavilion.

Looking down, Your Excellency zigzags the verandah, and the stone mancheng road under the steps. The trees on both sides are verdant, pouring from the depths of the flowers and trees under the stone gaps. A few steps further, a plum blossom blooms in the cold, the red buds and calyxes are embellished with branches, the scenery is charming, the cold fragrance is fragrant, and it is refreshing.

The sound of Suosuo's broken steps sounded, and the girl who had just been under the plum tree had already walked up with a small bowl in her hand.

"Please. ”

Zhang Jiao took the small wooden bowl, but saw a handful of clear water inside, cold and cold, colorless and tasteless.

Between the shakings, it was as if the moon had fallen into it, rippling with waves.

He picked up the bowl and asked the woman in front of him, "What is this?"

The woman shook her head and said again, "Please." ”

Zhang Jiao looked at her black and white eyes, and didn't ask, but raised his head and drank it all.

The water is tasteless, and the drink is not cold, like morning dew.

He subconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he only felt that his whole body was clear and comfortable.

A hundred flavors constantly reverberate in the mouth, incomparably wonderful.

Just like drinking an ice spring in the summer, drinking warm soup in the winter, and drinking until you are slightly drunk, all the troubles and sorrows in front of you are all dissipated, and the whole person is fluttering like a fairy, as if you are about to fly away in the next second.

By the time he came to his senses, the moon was already shining on the west side of the courtyard.

Zhang Jiao looked at the woman who fell in front of him, grinned, and said quietly.

"I knew there was no such thing as cheap. ”

He stood up with a step, his eyes full of anger.

"Say, kill whom?"

The woman raised her head slowly, and the resentment in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Pictures kept echoing in front of his eyes.

The girls who moved out of the city, the robbers who escaped in the middle of the road, the wooden arrows that shot in all directions, the father and brother who protected them, the steep cliffs, and the plum blossom in full bloom in their eyes at the end.

When the cold wind blew, branches like tree roots spread out from under her, and the exquisite courtyard attic in front of her instantly cracked.

Zhang Jiao picked up the small bowl in his hand and sighed.

"Picking the moon at night, picking the morning dew every day, brewing in the spiritual root for more than two years, no wonder it has such a taste. ”

He looked at the plum tree in front of him, and the cold light suddenly shone in his hand, and a slender demon knife appeared in his palm.

"Zheng. ”

The sound of the sword resounded through the valley in an instant.

He looked up at the waning moon that was hiding in the clouds and couldn't come out, and whispered.

"It's okay, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is the time to kill. ”

Behind him, a red plum bloomed in the wind, and it was beautiful.