The white ghost of the Liao Kingdom hurriedly flew over from the other end of the field and shouted at Mo Wuwen, "Great wizard, you run away, there is a group of monsters rushing in this direction." ”

As soon as the words fell, monsters with eyes like bells, flirtatious gray tongues and gray fur came out of the field with knives and forks in their hands.

"Mandrill!" Mo Wuwen was secretly shocked, how could there be a mandrill, could it be that the demon had broken into the world?

The mandrills lined up and approached the end of the city, but when the end of the group took out the celadon and flashed green in the night, the mandrills stopped moving forward.

"He's not a Heavenly Master, don't be afraid. Rush for me~" The mandrill that walked in front raised his big knife and rushed over. At the end of Wuwen, he hurriedly sacrificed celadon, and the pale cyan green mang's sword slashed towards the mandrill,

The mandrill waved the knife in his hand like a barrier to block Qingmang, and the other mandrills took the opportunity to pick up their forks and rush over. When Mo Wuwen retreated, he accidentally tripped himself and fell to the ground, and the mandrill quickly jumped up and slashed at Mo Wuwen from the bottom. In a hurry, the demon refining pot held in Mo Wuwen's hand poked straight at the sharp blade, and the snorting sound, the knife and mandrill turned into wisps of smoke and were sucked into the pot.

Without waiting for the other mandrills to react, Mo Wuwen continued to wave the demon refining pot, and the few mandrills that rushed to the front were all sucked into the demon refining pot. Seeing that the situation was not right, the other mandrills instantly sank into the earth and fled.

"Mage, you are a mage~" Wang Jin, who was full of consternation, saw that the mandrill was repelled by Mo Wuwen, and walked out of the house with a slight trembling and said.

"Master. The mandrill is coming, why hasn't the demon appeared yet? Li Xiaomai also followed Wang in and out of the room and asked.

"Estimated to come soon. Brother Wang, did the mandrill have a holiday with you? Mo Wuwen felt that so many mandrills would not come to this remote field out of thin air.

"Mage. I've never seen mandrills, how can I have an intersection with them, will the mandrills come to you? What should we do now, what are we going to do when you leave those mandrills? Wang Jin looked sadly at the field at dusk, not knowing what to do.

"Brother Wang, do you know where the Heavenly Master is?" Mo Wuwen thought that the demon entered the world from Tiangang Tower, if it was like the last time when the Heavenly Master Fu was used to seal the exit of the gray world, the demons in the world after the new day would be wiped out.

"I don't know, I've just heard the legend of the Heavenly Master, it seems that the Heavenly Master lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and I haven't heard from him for a long time." Wang Jin has lived in the wilderness for a long time, rarely goes out, and of course is not well-informed.

"As long as we find the Celestial Master, the mandrill or something is nothing at all." Li Xiaomai said to Wang Jin.

"Where to find it? Brother Xiao, no, no, Master Xiao. Wang Jin saw how Mo Wuwen defeated the mandrill, and suddenly respected.

"Let's go to Dongming Mountain to find the Heavenly Master."

"Mage. You, you, you're not a tea merchant~~~, right? Wang Jin couldn't help but ask after holding back for a long time.

"No, Brother Wang. We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders, but we can't explain it for the time being. Mo Wuwen said after clasping his fists and saluting the king.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a good guy or a bad guy, and I can still tell the difference. Master, I'll take you to Dongming Mountain in the morning and warm up in the house. Wang Jin felt a little cold, stomped his feet, and returned to the house.

The day will soon be bright. Wang Gan, who got up early, didn't know what happened last night, and picked the blades of grass with morning dew and stood on the rocks beside the house and blew into his mouth, and the song was as happy as a warbler's cry.

"Wang Gan, tie the ox to the cowshed and prepare more grass and grain. We'll have to go to Dongmingshan in a while. Wang Jin came in and interrupted Wang Gan's song.

"Daddy, what are you doing in Dongming Mountain?" Wang Jian thought it was strange that his father had taken him so far away from the end.

"Find someone, you just follow us." Wang Jin didn't want to tell Wang Zhen about the mandrill, for fear of frightening his good mood.

To go to Dongming Mountain, they had to cross the Shunzi River and climb a few more mountains.

At the crossing of the Shunzi River, the water is murmuring, the egrets play in the shallows, and the fish swim in the shallows, and a group of them are waiting for the boat to come in the gazebo at the ferry. The wind blew, the oars stopped rowing, the penny rose, and an uphill boat rowed to the ferry.

When the boat docked at the ferry, the boatman, who was still wearing a hat but still keeping his head down, opened the cabin and removed the plank, without saying a word.

"Boatman, how much money do you have to cross to the other side?" Wang Jin wanted to ask the price, so that the boatman could row to the middle of the river and ask for the price.

The boatman did not reply, but still rowed the boat by himself, and the water rippled and the boat rowed towards the middle of the river.

"Hey, I'm asking you." Li Xiaomai pushed the boatman, who turned his head slightly sideways and pointed to the sign hanging by the cabin. Li Xiaomai realized that the jet-black and old wooden plaque was engraved with a few slightly white words "Ten Texts for Crossing the River"

The Shunzi River is not wide, but the current is fast, and the boatman still has a bit of a hard time rowing the boat, and when he reaches the middle of the water, the boat no longer moves forward, but keeps turning at the edge of the whirlpool.

"Hey, hey, man. Do you want me to help you? His uncle said that he had rowed across the river alone, and when he saw how hard the boatman was rowing, he cried out anxiously.

But the boatman didn't seem to hear and still rowed the boat unhurriedly, Li Xiaomai hurriedly said, "Master, it seems that he is deaf and dumb. You'll help him with the rowing gang, blame the poor one. ”

He walked up to the boatman's side and was about to pick up the oars to help him row, when his hand accidentally touched the boatman's hand. The boatman reacted violently and pushed away Mo Wuwen's hand, and the speed was not at all like that of a boatman rowing slowly. But at that moment, Mo Wuwen saw a scene that made him extremely terrifying (the boatman's wrist was actually a white bone, not to mention meat, not even skin!). ）

"Be careful, everyone, he's a monster!" Mo Wuwen shouted and kicked at the boatman. The boatman did not dodge, but still rowed the boat into the whirlpool with his head down, so that the hat on his head was kicked into the water by the end of the day.

The boatman without a hat raised his head and laughed out loud, unexpectedly the boatman was not dumb! When the boatman's hair was blown up by the wind, Wang Jian screamed when he saw the boatman's face. In fact, the boatman has no face at all, empty eye sockets, and Bai Sensen's teeth are just a skull!

Mo Wuwen hurriedly hit the oar in his hand on the boatman's skull, and the wooden oar was broken in two with a loud bang, and the boatman's skull was still undamaged, anyway, he stood up and laughed and waved his arm with only white bones, which was creepy.

The boatman's hand reached out to them, and the frightened Wang Jian hurriedly hid behind Wang Jin. Li Xiaomai didn't want to kick it over, only heard a clattering sound, but the boatman just shook it and continued to step forward.

The last thing that had been relieved was that the celadon piece was sacrificed, and as soon as the green light flashed, the boatman screamed and raised his two remaining bones to block his skull. Li Xiaohe also picked up the big oar on the bow of the boat without thinking and slapped it on the skull, and the hole would droop down with a click, hanging on the boatman's chest.

At the end of the day, the green mangs that gathered the celadon pieces were far away from the boatman, and they were split from the beginning to the air, only to hear the sound of the snort, the boatman's skull was split in half, but suddenly the boatman closed his skull, and after the snort, the skull returned to its original state, and then held the skull up, and after the click, the skull stood on the boatman's neck again.

"Master, hurry up and sacrifice the demon refining pot~~" Li Xiaomai screamed and reminded Mo Wuwen.

Knowing that the boatman had stopped taking a step, he suddenly screamed and stomped his feet the board. After the rumbling, the boat's board was actually stamped out of a big hole by the boatman.

"Hehehe, you guys go to die~" The boatman said something unexpectedly and jumped up all of a sudden, but when Mo Wuwen took out the demon refining pot, he was half a beat late, and the boatman fell on the board like a thousand pounds, and the water came out of the hole that the boatman fell out of. Knock knock knock the boat sank, and bubbles bubbled out.

"Grab any wood that can float, the ship will sink soon." Mo Wuwen put away the celadon and the demon refining pot and said to Wang Jin and his son, who were at a loss.

"Mage, we can't swim..."Wang Jin was very anxious and hugged Wang Gan, whose eyes were full of fear.

Mo Wuwen desperately lifted up a plank and threw it at Wang Jin's father and son, shouting, "Grab the plank!" ”

The Wupeng boat gradually sank into the river, and Li Xiaomai hurriedly swam towards Li Xiaohe, who was not very watery in the river.

"Master, Xiaomai, someone is dragging my feet under the water!" Li Xiaohe suddenly shouted.

Mo Wuwen heard Li Xiaohe's cry for help, so he turned around and swam towards Li Xiaohe. Just as Mo Wuwen was swimming, he felt something in his pocket swelling, and he quickly took it out to see that the leaves of the original Pangu tree were rapidly expanding into giant weeds. Mo Wuwen was overjoyed in his heart, so he shouted at Li Xiaohe, "Quick, Xiaohe, climb up the leaves!" ”

Li Xiaohe quickly grabbed the edge of the leaves, but continued to scream, "My feet, my feet are being dragged down!" ”

Mo Wuwen held the celadon piece and plunged into the river to dive to Li Xiaohe, and indeed saw a figure under the water grabbing Li Xiaohe's feet, Mo Wuwen hurriedly poked the celadon piece towards the figure, and waited until Mo Wuwen swam to find that it was the boatman who was dragging Li Xiao and his feet. When the green mang was overflowing under the water, the boatman quickly let go of Li Xiaohe's feet and floated away with the current.

Panting Li Xiaohe finally climbed up the big leaves, Li Xiaomai also helped Wang Jin and his son, who grabbed the planks and floated down, climbed up the big leaves, anxiously waiting for Mo Wuwen to climb out of the water, desperately shouting "Master, Master, Master~~"

Finally, out of breath, Mowu came out of the water, and when he saw everyone on the leaves, he smiled knowingly and pressed his hands on the edge of the big leaves and climbed up.

"Master, what's coming to the surface downstream!" Li Xiaomai pointed to the dark shadows in the river that rose and fell and floated.

Mo Wuwen took the wooden paddle he picked up from the water and rowed towards the black shadow, and soon Mo Wuwen rowed the big leaves next to the black shadow, and saw that the black shadow was the back of a man in black who was leaning over the river.