It turned out that Xuanmeng ran to the top of the mountain, looked down and looked down, there was a vast area, and he didn't know how to go to a high cliff of thousands of zhang. Seeing that a Shura sect member was about to rush behind him, he thought to himself: "Master Xuanji Dao, they must have suffered a lot of casualties because of me, how can I let them have more casualties? As long as I die, the Shura Sect will not hunt them down anymore." What's more, Kexin doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he has been looking for so long, and there has been no news, and he is also very lucky, what does it mean for me to live alone?" Thinking of this, he screamed and jumped down.

It is said that Ouyang Zhenxiong and his entourage hurried to the back of the mountain, but saw that it was also an abyss. The mountain stone wall stands, the wind and rain blow, the stone wall is slippery, not to mention the people, even the apes who are good at climbing, and there is no place to foot. Looking around, it is like this, the abyss is like a patio.

Ouyang Zhenxiong watched for a long time, and couldn't think of a good plan, so he ordered everyone to cut down trees and peel them off to form a long rope. After working for a long time, it was already noon, and he ordered a thin incense master to climb the rope down. The rope of human affection went deeper and deeper, and he saw that the rope was gradually running out, but he did not send a signal, as if it was far from the end.

Ouyang Zhenxiong stood in front of the cliff and stretched out his head to look down, but he couldn't see the figure of the man, blocked by the protruding rock. Just as he was about to connect the rope again, he suddenly heard a miserable cry faintly from the bottom of the cliff. The hand of the man holding the rope was loosened, and the man had fallen into the abyss. Ouyang Zhenxiong hurriedly ordered someone to pull the rope, but saw that something was broken in the middle, and the incense master had fallen into the abyss and died.

Ouyang Zhenxiong hesitated for a while and said: "The two elders Li and Lu will take a few people to guard here, and the rest will follow me down the mountain, find someone to build a strong iron rope, and then go down the cliff to look for it, forgive that kid will fall to his death in the abyss." So he left two elders and a few members of the congregation and went down the mountain.

Thirty miles down the mountain, there is a market town. Ouyang Zhenxiong ordered people to recruit all the blacksmiths in the town, collect all the scrap iron and iron tools in the town, and personally supervise the production. When the blacksmiths saw that they were holding sharp weapons, dressed in black, and embroidered with pythons, how dare they be disobedient, and they practiced day and night. After being busy for more than ten days, Fang created a large iron rope hundreds of zhang long and interlocking. Ouyang Zhenxiong found dozens of strong men, yo yo drink and carry them up the cliff.

He first ordered an elder with strong martial arts to go down with an iron rope, and dozens of people put ropes on the cliff. After more than half an hour, most of the iron rope was used, and fireworks rose from the abyss. Ouyang Zhenxiong breathed a sigh of relief, the elder was finally safe to the end, so he ordered someone to pull the iron rope and fall down to Elder Cai, who knew Xuanmeng. After that, he himself went down the cliff.

When I got to the bottom of the cliff, I saw a flat valley with a mountain stream in the middle, and I didn't know where it flowed. The bottom of the valley is covered with strange trees and grasses, during which birds, birds and beasts swim leisurely, and people are not surprised. Ouyang Zhenxiong and the three of them worked for more than two hours, searching the entire valley floor, only to see the body of the incense master who had already stinked, but there was no trace of Xuanmeng. It was getting dark, and for fear of accidents, the three of them had to go up.

Ouyang Zhenxiong did not give up, and led more than a dozen sect members to search for it for several days. Strange to say, they searched every nook and cranny of the valley, but finally there was no trace of Xuanmeng. Looking up at the place where he jumped off the cliff that day, there were a few strange pine trees on the bare stone wall, and there was no trace of it, as if he had turned into a cloud of smoke out of thin air. Ouyang Zhenxiong was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, and his soul was displaced. It dragged on for more than ten days, and finally had to go down the mountain.

said that that morning, Xuanmeng closed his eyes, screamed and jumped off the cliff, only to feel that the fall was getting faster and faster, and the wind was whistling in his ears, stabbing his face and ears. At this time of life and death, the true qi in the body flows rapidly, filling the whole body. In the middle of the fall, he barely opened his eyes, only to see trees flying by from time to time around him, and the branches hurt all over his body. As soon as he saw the trees, he suddenly wanted to survive, and reached out to grab the trunk. But the force of the downward rush was so great, how could the branches hold up, and the hand snapped and snapped, and the palm of the hand ached, but the downward momentum finally eased down. In his joy, he kept reaching out to grab the branches and poles flying by him, and the branches kept bending.

After struggling like this for a while, the downward trend was much slower, and his arms were also sore and numb, and when he looked down again, he could see the bottom of the valley. Ten feet from the bottom of the valley, there was a big tree, with very thick branches, facing the direction of the fall, and there was no other tree in the middle. Xuanmeng was disappointed, if the fall is no longer slow, it will still be dead, in a hurry, both hands try to pick up the stone wall, but the stone wall has many protruding places. In an instant, the five fingers were dripping with blood, and the skin and flesh were broken. Then he slammed into the big tree with a thud and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Xuanmeng woke up quietly, only to feel a strange pain all over his body. I barely opened my eyes, but I saw myself lying flat on the big tree. When he moved, his left leg was numb and broken. I tried other sore spots, two ribs on my abdomen were broken, my right arm was broken twice, the upper half of my little finger on my left hand was cut off, the other nine fingers were broken twice, and two other skin bones were broken. The pain is abnormal, and I can't move. I saw a crescent moon in the sky, hanging coldly in the blue sky.

He looked around, a little incredulous, could it be that he was not dead, but still alive? Biting his lip, he could still feel pain, and he could not lift up the branch with his left hand, and he did not have any strength in his body. He lay quietly, looking at the bright moon, watching it slowly move from east to west, and finally was blocked by the cliff. The valley was darkened.

Xuanmeng was sad in his heart, he was really ill-fated, and finally couldn't escape the poisonous hands of the Shura Sect, even if he didn't die this time, he was crippled, and he couldn't help but shed a few tears. Secretly hurt for a long time, and sneaked into the true qi, and the true qi is still there. He looked at the dark valley with his eyes, and thought, he can't move anyway, and try to practice the Guangcheng Mind Method.

As the hours passed, the valley slowly brightened, and the sun had risen. Xuanmeng looked sideways at the stone wall, and saw that the life-saving tree was diagonally inserted in the crack of the stone wall, with a big bowl to thick, and the stone wall above the root of the tree seemed to be recessed. Thinking that lying on the tree was not a long-term method, and that maybe the Shura people would find it again, he endured the pain, supported his left hand, and exerted his right leg, and slowly moved towards the stone wall. Half a pillar of incense, exerting all the strength of the whole body, leaned against the stone wall. It turned out to be a cross-cut cliff crevice, and the crack was deep enough to accommodate people, so he rolled hard and lay down.

When I entered the crack in the rock, I saw that there were many shriveled dates inside. Looking closely at the big tree, it turned out to be a wild jujube tree, and when the jujube was ripe, it blew with the wind and fell into the rock crevice. When I saw the mountain dates, I was suddenly hungry, so I picked up a few and put them in my mouth to eat. Then he looked at both sides of the rock crevice, and the crack was very long, one foot square, and at one end of the rock crevice, there was a black mass. I climbed over and looked, but it was an unknown big wild bird, the whole body was black, the body was huge, and it was already a little stinky, but fortunately it was cold and not rotten.