Chapter 12 The Journey to the West

On the speeding train, Mu Zi's eyes were still red and swollen, looking out the window sullenly, when the vast plains were replaced by mountains, it was already more than ten hours later.

Mu Zi's whole body was a little numb in the hard seat, and the residual pain of the previous few days was still there, so the whole person was in an abnormal irritability.

"Why don't you fly?" Mu Zi was fed up with the sound of bear children running around in the hard-seat carriage, as well as the mixture of instant noodles and various flavors, and the noisy voices of the people around her also made her head hurt faintly, "The high-speed rail is okay, it's better to take the train and buy a hard sleeper!" ”

Bu Zhou put his fingers to his lips to signal Mu Zi to shut up, and then closed his eyes and hugged his shoulders to nourish himself, this extremely irritable girl could only scold angrily in her heart, and then lay on the small poor table in front of her and looked out the window.

At this time, the train has completely entered the mountainous area, which is also called a barbarian area in ancient times, the train shuttles through the mountains one track after another, coupled with the clouds and mist that makes the mountains look particularly gloomy, and with the feeling of a cultivator, there are some unknown forces in this undeveloped large forest, and Mu Zi is a little depressed.

The base was set up in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains, which were also undeveloped, and at this time, Mu Zi was a little bottomless, and he was too excited to pay attention to whether there was also an unpredictable source of power in that forest.

When the train arrived, he suddenly opened his eyes and urged Mu Zi to take something and get off the train.

This is a city located in the mountains, the air is filled with the unique humid heat of the southern summer, as soon as the two of them got out of the carriage, they felt a heat wave hit, and then the pores of the whole body seemed to be blocked, and the sweat could not be discharged, and the whole body was slimy.

After leaving the station, Bu Zhou took Mu Zi around the city, and finally stopped when Mu Zi was about to be exhausted with his luggage, looked left and right, and then scratched his head, and said a little apologetically: "I'm lost." Find a place to stay. ”

The young man's embarrassed appearance made the angry Mu Zi unable to get angry at once, but he felt a lump of stale in his heart, so he stuffed the travel bag in his hand into his thoughtful hand, raised his chin and said, "Take it." Then he added: "I found a place to live." ”

Mu Zi found a hostel, the two successfully checked in the first choice, and lived in a six-person room with mixed bedrooms, until this time her mind was a little settled, she had been worried about accommodation on the road, afraid that the single room would not be able to help in time, and worried that a lonely man and widow living in a room would bring a lot of trouble, and she relaxed after staying in the hostel.

After storing her luggage, Mu Zi proposed to go to dinner, but she didn't think much of it, so she could go.

Bu Zhou is like all the boys of the same age that Mu Zi knows, with short and capable hair, wearing a T-shirt, looking as young as thousands of boys in this city, plus getting along for dozens of hours, and his life has been saved by the other party several times, Mu Zi also exposed some arrogant temperament, and began to be curious about Zhou Zhou.

"Why should we take the train?" Mu Zi tilted his head and looked at it thoughtfully, and then asked something that he hadn't thought about all the way: "How can you have an ID card?" ”

"I don't know if the other party has found any traces of us, in a place like the hard seat where people are full of yang energy, even if the snow is refined, but because the skill is still shallow, it can't play a role." Bu Zhou took a sip of ice cola and asked, "I'm also a citizen, why don't I have an ID card?" ”

At this time, Mu Zi was stunned, and asked stupidly: "That...... Aren't you a thousand years old? So how is your age written on your ID card? ”

He laughed out loud: "Who said I was a thousand years old? ”

Mu Zi was dumbfounded: "It is written in the ancient book, saying that you are 'white in front of the mountain', and you are the patron saint of the forest in the Great Xing'an Mountains, and the book is almost a thousand years old, do you say that you are thousands of years old?" ”

"Thoughtfulness is a profession, not a name." "Just like the priests of the Miao people, the heads of those sects, this is a profession that has been passed down from generation to generation." It's just that the heirs have continued to use this title, and others for the sake of respect, they are also disproportionate, and later formed a tradition, all the heirs who have become inconsiderate, after officially taking over the position, no longer use their real names, and continue to use inappropriately, but since ancient times, the official register has been registered with our common name. ”

The girl took the ID card handed over by the other party suspiciously, looked at it a few times, and took out her own documents for comparison, except that the information on it was different from the photo, there was really no difference.

Immediately, she glanced at the name column and shouted, "It turns out that your name is Bai Li." Then he shouted in a higher voice, "What, you're only four years older than me!" Then his spirit languished a lot: "My grandfather thought that you had thousands of years of practice, so he handed me over to you, begging you to fill my life, and took over a little character younger than my father's cultivation years." Now my life is too much to spare. ”

This surprise made Buzhou's face a little ugly, so after taking back his ID card, he said bluntly: "I said that I will try my best to protect you." ”

Mu Zi scolded the other party in his heart, pouted his lips and asked, "Then tell me, how did you pick people?" ”

After the Mongols of the Yuan Dynasty entered the customs, they wanted to cut off the dragon vein of the Han people several times, so they sent a lot of hardcover Mongolian soldiers to the area of the current Daxing'an Mountains to find the dragon vein, in an attempt to destroy the foundation of the Han people. However, since the pre-Qin period, that area has been a place where all kinds of rare and exotic beasts haunt, coupled with the protection of the dragon vein, there have been many spiritual beasts, which have been regarded as "the little west heaven of the world" by many Han people who have cultivated the truth, so when the Mongolian people wanted to destroy this area, many Han people rebelled.

One of the Han people, claiming to be a disciple of the Bai family, has been collecting immortal qi here with his master since he was a child, and he didn't want this vein to develop particularly well, and the Bai ancestor thought that he was deeply blessed by this forest, so he swore to kill the Mongolian soldiers to protect the sacred forest.

It is strange to say that this bloodline, although there are slight signs of decay in later generations, there are several generations of lone seedlings who are not suitable for not holding a position, or only girls are born, but adopting one or two disciples and changing their surnames to Bai into the family tree can also make those children who change their surnames "Bai" serve as inconsiderate and protect the safety of this forest.

"So there are two situations for the heirs who are not careful, one is the seedlings of the Bai family themselves, and the other may be the adopted children of other families who have changed their surnames to Bai, but after so many years, there is no difference between the two situations, in the final analysis, as long as they can take on the heavy responsibility." Bu Zhou explained: "If only one boy is born within two years of the knee of that generation, then adopt a child; If no male child is born before a certain age or only a daughter is born, two are adopted; If two or more births are made within two years, the first two will be trained as heirs. ”

"And how do you determine the heir?" Mu Zi raised his little face and asked with curiosity.

"The two heirs are about the same age, and the difference is only two years at most, and the youngest child is over 14 years old. If the incumbent does not die without determining the next term, the person who loses the election will take on the top, which is also a guarantee for the poor until the next generation of poor candidates is determined. ”

Mu Zi still had many questions to ask, but Bu Zhou had already finished drinking the Coke in his hand, which was also the time when Bu Zhou had spoken the most since he was born, and his throat was a little itchy, so he refused to continue to answer Mu Zi's questions, got up and shouted to go to dinner.