Bailu is not afraid of people, but like all wild creatures, he does not like people to approach on their own initiative.

However, the white deer in front of him, who seemed to know human nature, seemed to have an inexplicable sense of mission, and refused to let us get closer to within twenty steps, but also did not intend to get too far away from us, and after confirming that we had the intention to follow, he just walked casually into the depths of the forest, while occasionally lowering his head and eating a few bites of the sparse grass growing on the side of the trees.

"Where the hell is this guy trying to take us?" We followed the deer for nearly four or five miles, which was nothing with our physical strength, but I felt that the mountain roads we had walked along the way seemed to be similar, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

In my heart, I naturally can't rule out that this deer is just wandering around without a head, and in the end we are just making a mistake for ourselves.

"The road should be fine." Sharon said, deliberately closing her eyes to listen to the rustling sound of water coming through the woods. Along the way, the sound of water came and went, even if it dissipated temporarily, at most it would take only half a pillar of incense, and the sound of tinkling and ding dong would sound in the ears again.

Listening to the attentive Sharon, the sound of running water is much quieter than at the beginning. This shows that although there is a similar scene in front of us all the time, in fact, the flow of water has eased considerably, in other words, there should be a place for the accumulation of clear spring water in front of us.

That being said, the road ahead is getting harder and harder. Needless to say, when the white deer saw the thorny bushes, it walked briskly over the steep rock walls or low tree stumps beside it, leaving no trace of mess in between them.

But we can't, looking up at the thick evergreen leaves on the heights, and the low-lying trees with foliage on the top, it is destined that I can't just externalize the vipassana spirit, summon the spirit to climb over the mountains, and maybe this oracle path requires us to walk with our own feet, and not to cheat with the help of the side door.

Thinking of this, I no longer messed with my thoughts, I simply took out the horse-chopping knife from my waist, waved high and walked low, only according to those thorny thatchs that grew indiscriminately, and when I danced the knife wheel and flew up, used the back of the knife to pluck the branches and leaves that were cracked at the roots, and endured the sting pain of the skin and flesh being cut by the thatch, the leisurely white deer was already waiting for us outside.

This is the beginning, and there is a tacit understanding on the subsequent road. Although it was tedious, Sharon and I took turns to open the way, and we could barely keep up with the brisk footsteps of the white deer dodging and moving up and down the rock wall. After passing through a few similar bushes, and over a green to inky foothills, we really saw a quiet peaceful lake in front of us.

Seeing the inadvertently cheerful scenery of the lake and mountains, Sharon and I couldn't help but be stunned. If the endless mountain grasses and weeds have been testing our dispensable expectations for the extremely uncertain future, the safety and magnificence that suddenly came into view of the eyes swept away the fatigue that we had accumulated all the way in our hearts.

The water of the lake is very blue, reflecting the color of the sky. The clouds were faint, but they danced with the pace of the breeze. There is not the slightest ripple on the surface of the endless blue lake, which makes people even have an illusion when looking at it.

It's like, someone once said, it's like stepping into a painting out of nowhere. I didn't believe this before, but now I just feel that I can't help it.

The clouds overhead, the grass under our feet, have never moved a little since we stepped here, and even the river that has flowed here after a hundred turns and thousands of times has gradually slowed down its surging pace when it merges into Pinghu. It's as if the river of time has been flowing outside, but here, it is a post station where even time can't help but stop and rest.

Everything is picturesque, and when you are in it, even the creatures who have strayed into it rashly bow their heads and lie quietly, all of them have a sense of stagnant beauty.

The same is true of the white deer that led us here. I saw that it was still walking and stopping, sometimes jumping up and down on the edge of the rock wall, but when it came here, it was like a child who was afraid of making a mistake going home, its hooves were only a foot off the ground, and its head did not dare to raise its head, but it only cared about whispering and breathing, tiptoeing almost crawling forward slowly.

"It's so uncomfortable...... This place feels very depressing. "Sharon is not a woman who can't bear the slightest hardship, and it is naturally unusual for her to reach the point where she can't help but speak.

"Well, I just think that this place is not weird in the ordinary sense, not so much strange, but rather a kind of sacred solemnity to everything here." I thought about it for a long time before I whispered my opinion to her.

What surprised me was that I, who had experienced adventures big and small, thought that one leg had stepped into the door, and now I was also mixed into half an old fritter, at this time I unconsciously paid attention to my choice of words and sentences, which is really strange-

After a few months of getting along, I have long been accustomed to Sharon's easy-going and foreign girl's big grin, so the focus on words does not stem from caring for her, but from the indescribable awe of the mysterious Pinghu in front of me like a pearl in the middle of the plateau.

That's right, "awe". People only think of using this word when they are faced with the unknown and feel that they are much stronger than themselves.

Before I came here, I was still thinking about whether it would be appropriate for me to take off my boots and pat its ass a few times if the white deer took the wrong way, but now, seeing the silence and ethereal nature of the world in front of me, I only feel that it is most appropriate to describe my mood with a blank space.

After all, seeing with your own eyes that there is such a natural beauty in the world, even if there are more troubles, I am afraid that you will have to forget it for a while, probably.

Just as I was going with the flow and enjoying the tranquility of this cleansing mind, suddenly there was a white light in front of me, and I hurriedly and instinctively focused my scattered attention in front of me. Looking sideways, Sharon beside him also looked the same.

If you are facing a great enemy? Naturally, it doesn't come to that point, but surprise and surprise are indispensable. Why? Just because the white deer that had been bowing its head and walking slowly, almost like a pilgrim believer, he moved towards the lake step by step, and he disappeared.

In fact, if you look closely, it doesn't seem to be missing. After all, where the deer-like wind had dissipated, there was a naked child who looked like he was about six or seven years old.

He looked very weak, and when the phantom of the deer disappeared from him just now, it seemed to hurt his vitality greatly, and the blood on his face also looked much lighter with the mutation of the molting scene. Seeing this scene, Sharon and I were caught off guard and looked at each other, but apart from being stunned, we didn't come up with any good solution for a while.

"Why don't we give this kid something to eat first?" After a while, I scratched my head and broke the silence. After all, the two of us staring at the kid with nothing to do, although it wasn't too embarrassing, it didn't help much to understand the ins and outs of the matter after all.

So, I took out my satchel, took out the only remaining piece of tsamba, thought about it, broke off half of it, and handed it to the boy. At the same time, Sharon also took off her Tibetan robe and used it as a cloak for the child, but the clothes were large and long, and the child put them on, and although she covered her little feet in front of her, she still dragged most of them to the ground.

Looking at it, this kid is really beautiful, and ordinary handsomeness can't describe his appearance, especially the pair of big eyes that are exactly the same as the previous Bailu, black and black, shiny, like two smart black gems, which make people reluctant to move away from them at a glance, as if there is a kind of magic.

After careful inspection, I felt more and more that the aura inadvertently revealed on his body was not like that of ordinary people, if he hadn't known that he was a boy before, I really couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful man in the world at this time.

The boy was also real, and he was still staring at me as he touched the food, and after taking the half piece of tsamba I handed him, he unceremoniously withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to gnaw on himself. After eating, he was still not satisfied, and then he opened his big black eyes again, and looked at me, to be exact, the remaining half of the tsamba in my hand.

I naturally understood what he was thinking, and after some hesitation, I handed him the only food left. Calmly watching him eat happily, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice in my heart: To be honest, when I was drilling in the woods before, I really had a moment thinking that if I took the wrong road and had nothing to eat, I had to kill Bailu'er and roast it to eat.

Thankfully, it didn't turn out for the worst.

When the boy had eaten enough, he regained his composure. Sharon and I looked at each other, and was about to ask him something, but the child, as if he knew in advance, pointed in the direction of the lake behind me, and said softly:

"It's coming, it's coming."

I turned my head to look at it and was shocked. This kid really didn't lie, on the other side of the lake, which was empty before, a huge team of people appeared one after another at this time.

I saw that the horse team was neat and tidy, and the personnel were in good order. The leader who took the lead to the lake had already covered the bell of the head horse with a square towel in advance, and led everyone to the lake with their heads bowed silently. When I looked at it again, the horses had been led by the horsemen like the baton, and they lined up one by one to drink water at the lake, and the whole process was terrified, solemn and respectful.

"Is that the horse pot head Gesang?" Although Sharon's eyes are good, after all, she can't see clearly and thoroughly without the blessing of psionic pupils like me, so naturally she can't see the situation from miles away, but can only see a rough idea.

"That's right. That's probably our team. "The reason why I didn't tell her first was because I had been searching for Luo Quan's figure before. At this time, when I finally saw Luo Quan and his fellow senior brothers near the end of the team, I was naturally convinced of the identity of this horse team.

It seems that the leading Uncle Gesang really knows something that others don't know, otherwise, he would not have been able to lead the team to find this hidden holy place, and it is impossible for him to know how to approach the lake and drink holy water under the divine pressure.

While I was thinking, a third of the people and animals in the horse team had already drunk the water from the lake, and I didn't want to delay any longer, so after carrying the boy who seemed to be transformed by a white deer, I walked along the lake with Sharon one after the other, and slowly walked towards the opposite shore. Tomb Hunter East White