Jingtian carefully avoided the places where the corpses were piled up, and after just a few steps, a foul smell came, and Jingtian hurriedly covered his nose too late.

Jingtian's mind, which inhaled the stench, became confused.

"What kind of place is this? Wan'er, don't go!" Jingtian hallucinated, Wan'er's back became farther and farther away, and she turned her head to look at Jingtian with resentful eyes, tears in the corners of her eyes. Then there is Le'er, Xiao Hei, and Tengjiao. Everyone was disappearing, leaving him.

Jingtian's face was full of tears, and there was no reason for a sadness in his heart.

"No! it's not true!". Jingtian is a spirit, but he is still trapped in a fantasy and can't extricate himself, Wan'er is beckoning, Jingtian is running towards Wan'er.

"Wake up, wake up!" an unfamiliar voice came into Jing Tian's ears. Then a stone shot at the door of Jingtian's head, and Jingtian was in pain and woke up.

"Wan'er!" Jing Tian, who woke up, saw Wan'er in front of him, a man in tattered clothes and an unkempt beard like a savage in front of him.

"Boy, you are really fateful, you ran from the bamboo forest here unscathed, I have to say that your luck is really against the sky!" The wild man didn't speak for too long, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you a monk?" Jingtian looked at the wild man, but his bald head was particularly conspicuous without hair.

In ancient times, the heads of all true monks had to be burned by incense, and their pores were burned to death, so ancient monks really didn't grow hair.

"How do you know? Hmph! Bald Qiang is dead, dead just before he healed the adversary!" the wild man grimaced.

"Bald head Qiang, have you forgotten your cute little friends? The humble Xiong Er, the wise Xiongda! And the days when you run together in the sunset!"

"How do you know the story of me and the two bears?" said the wild man, who was astonished that only he knew, and that the two bears often helped him cut down trees and chop wood. It is because of his innocence that he can mingle with the creatures of the forest. Monkeys, pheasants, moles, owls, etc. are his best friends.

Later, a pheasant was captured by hunters, and he was sad for a while. Or Xiongda comforted him, and the chicken died and could not be resurrected, so that he could mourn.

By the way, he also named the chicken Cai Xueshu, and blamed the chicken for being too beautiful to be caught, and the monk couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the chicken.

"By the way, how did I hallucinate?" Jingtian's spiritual power obviously didn't feel threatened, and they all walked around the mechanism.

"You've been hit by miasma, and as long as your mind is in trouble, you'll fall into a deep illusion, and if I hadn't been right, maybe I'd have become one of those corpses. "Luckily, when Jing Tian chased the phantom, he managed to escape the trap perfectly and came to this cave.

"Why don't you take off the shackles on your body?" Jing Tian looked at the bald head, the barbs still hanging on his body and growing with flesh and blood.

"Amitabha, it is the sinful karma of the poor monk, and I deserve to be punished. The monk is still blaming himself, and he is still haunted by what happened at the beginning.

"The master is merciful, in the eyes of the Buddha, all beings are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low in life, I don't think the master is wrong, saving people is a good thing, the master must not blame himself. Now that the master is still here, it is my Buddha's compassion, merit and people's hearts, and the Buddha said to live the world before himself. It is the Buddha who allows you to live and let you continue to live this life!"

Jingtian didn't understand Buddhism at all, and he was talking nonsense, hoping to persuade him to go out and treat kidney deficiency.

"Little brother is so knowledgeable, I am ashamed of myself. Now listening to your words, let me be enlightened. It's because I haven't understood it thoroughly, and I'm too persistent. The bald head immediately took off the shackles and endured the severe pain to heal his wounds.

Jingtian also took advantage of this moment to go out of the cave to see, and there was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, and he couldn't say why he was uneasy.

"Little brother, I advise you not to wander around. In the past few years, I have witnessed a lot of confident masters coming in, and few of them have gone out! The bamboo forest is just the simplest level, so many people have died, and I haven't gone much into the depths of the forbidden land. ”

With years of ability to communicate with animals, the bald head is strong and walks through the bamboo forest without triggering the mechanism. He didn't know what means Jingtian would have, and he was already lucky to be able to pass the first level at the level of the Beast Emperor.

"Don't worry, seniors! "In fact, to be honest, Jingtian was able to cross the bamboo forest without danger because of the gold ring on his hand.

This thing is a relic of the dragon god of the past, the battle of gods and demons, and the fall of the dragon god. The dragons were leaderless, and the dragons scattered and fled to various places to hide. Silver Dragon is one of the descendants of the Dragon God, the ancient battlefield collapsed to the Dou Fart Continent, and the Silver Dragon fled to the Didas Mountains to be sealed.

Coincidentally, he was rescued by Jingtian and returned to the battlefield to retrieve the ring. The reason why the little golden dragon recognizes heaven as his father is also because he senses the power of the dragon bloodline on the ring.

This ring is easy to ward off evil, and it is difficult for demons and ghosts to invade. There is only one Lord in his life, unless the original owner dies and happens to be revered by God.

Jingtian looked back at the bamboo forest, and a miasma suddenly appeared from the ground, irregular. The black shadow in the forest is obviously some kind of horror in the middle of it.

The corpses were piled up in a regular manner, with their heads facing in one direction, apparently deliberately placed together to confuse visitors.

Jingtian wiped his sweat, and a bald voice came from behind him: "That's a mandrill." ”

For the mandrill, many sayings are different, the Shan Hai Jing mentions: "There is a Gan giant in the south, with a human face and long arms, a black body with hair, a heel, and a smile when he sees people, covering his face, so he escapes."

The mountain spirit is shaped like a child, with one foot backwards, and the night is happy with the prisoner, and the name is Xiao. - Jin Ge Hong, "Hug Puzi Dengshi".

It is also said: The mandrill is a kind of monster in the mountains, with a long body and a black body, and infinite strength. Legend has it that it can run faster than a leopard, tear apart tigers and leopards with bare hands, is the overlord of the mountains, and has a very long lifespan, and is regarded as a monster.

And the mandrill in front of him was hidden in the darkness, his eyes were red, and he couldn't see his figure. It was clear that the corpses had been devoured.

The forest was full of resentment, and the thick fog did not disperse. Only those poisons exist fearlessly in the woods.

No wonder these masters know how to say, this mandrill has some wisdom, and the miasma is confusing. The mechanism was overwhelmed, and the mandrill actually smiled at Jing Tian, revealing two rows of sharp teeth.

"Don't look into the eyes of the mandrill!" shouted the bald head, waking Jingtian from hypnosis. Unexpectedly, the mandrill had some Taoism, and it would be fascinating.

The name Bald Qiang is not very good, so let's call this bald doctor Wu Ke for the time being!

"Thank you, master!" Jingtian sighed, he was hypnotized just now, and the mandrill could actually see through his heart, imitating the voices of Wan'er Le'er and others.

In fact, Wu Ke didn't remind him, and the mandrill didn't dare to take the heavens as well. After all, the dragon god ring is in hand, if the mandrill dares to eat and worship the sky, it will inevitably be torn apart by the dragon qi in the ring.

On the one hand, the reason why Jingtian was confused was because his spiritual power was not strong enough, and on the other hand, the ring was dissatisfied with the master of Jingtian, whose previous master was the master of all dragons in the world.

Now it was obtained by a nameless hairy boy, and let him wear it in his hand and become his master. If he doesn't fix him, it's really hard to dispel the anger in his heart, and this time he deliberately let him be confused by the mandrill and make him suffer a little.