The earth is wide and the sky is high, the sun is setting, although the afterglow of the sun is still hot in the sun, but in the end, the solar terms are close to winter, and the night wind is together, and the sky and the earth suddenly become cold.

"Eating Jingzhen melons during the day and sleeping on the kang at night", such a strange climate has been the norm in the Gobi Desert in the northwest of Lanxing China for hundreds of millions of years, and it is not surprising.

Outside a small town deep in the Gobi, a gray-faced army-green truck broke through the billowing dust and stopped beside the tattered stone road.

Under the sunset, the back of the truck was lifted up by a canvas car supported by an iron frame, and a middle-aged man with a brocade cloth burden on his back, handsome and with a short beard on his chin, looked at the middle-aged man who was not confused and dexterously supported the car gang and jumped out.

He was wearing a half-worn navy blue robe, with a smile on the corner of his mouth at all times, and after landing on the ground, he picked up a five- or six-year-old child from the carriage, led him by the hand, went around to the door, and nodded and thanked him: "Thank you two soldiers for giving us a ride, thank you, thank you." ”

In the carriage sat two black-headed and dirty Ah Bing brothers, one with a round face and the other with a square face, but both of them were kind-faced, and when they saw the old man waving gratefully, they said in unison: "Mo Xie, Mo Xie."

They are all Han Chinese, and when they saw them on the road, it was nothing to help take them on a ride. ”

After saying this, the round-faced Brother Bing couldn't help but ask curiously: "But in these chaotic years, brother, what are you doing with a child in this northwest wasteland where dogs don't and birds don't lay eggs?"

The middle-aged man showed a bitter look on his face, sighed and replied: "Although the mouth is prosperous, the soldiers are passing day by day, the fields are also deserted, and the family business is also scattered.

I've lived enough, and I don't care about anything, but my grandson is still young, so I can only come to the northwest to join my relatives and see if I can earn a way to live. ”

Troubled times are not as good as dogs, listening to what he said sadly, the two soldiers couldn't help but feel pity, but they were helpless, so they sighed, didn't say more, said goodbye, and drove away.

Seeing the truck go away, the child standing next to the old man suddenly frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Azu, how long is it until you reach the ground?"

The middle-aged man smiled and took out a palm-sized tortoiseshell from his sleeve, blue and black, with eight petals, and glittering in the sunset.

In a few breaths, the tortoise shell seemed to be scorched by fire, and countless thin cracks cracked with the crisp sound of 'Zizi...'.

Staring carefully at the slit, the middle-aged man had words in his mouth, and after a while, he asserted with joy: "It's almost there, it's almost there, rest in the town for one night, and tomorrow go straight to the southwest, and the road to catch up with a few days is the land." ”

After that, he threw away the tortoise shell that had been burned into black carbon in his hand and led the child into the town.

The bitter cold land in the northwest is not better than the Central Plains, the town is pitiful, there is only one stone street in the total, and there is only one inn, which happens to be opened in the middle of the stone street.

The grandfather and grandson came to the door of the inn, and when they saw that the portal was old, there was a faint sound of singing from inside and they walked in.

The front of the inn is not small, with a wooden table and square stool on one side as a dining shop, and a bench for people to rest on the other, and the front cabinet is in between.

The shopkeeper was an old Uyghur man wearing an octagonal hat and a goatee, who was lying on the counter in a daze, with a mottled gramophone next to him, babbling and singing, "... The girl there has a long whip, and her eyes are so beautiful..."

Seeing a guest in a long robe coming to the door, the old man of the Nawei nationality had his eyes lit up, stood up and greeted him in absurd Chinese: "The old guest is here, please, please." After that, he turned his head and shouted to the backyard: "Kerim, Kerim, Balangzi, don't come out to greet the guests soon." ”

It is not surprising that many people do business, whether it is a regular customer or a first-time customer, they all need to make a familiar appearance, and he shouted a few times in a row, only to see a Uyghur teenager in his early ten years old muttering in Uyghur language, "Coming, coming."

Really, I was busy all day and didn't let me take a break. He walked out of the backyard and went straight to the guest to pick up his baggage.

The middle-aged man hurriedly blocked it, and said with his mouth: "Little brother, you're welcome, I'll just take it myself." ", led his grandson to the front cabinet, "The tired shopkeeper opened a room, burned a bucket of bath water and sent it into the room."

By the way, let's fix a few meat dishes first, take two catties of naan, and let the two of us fill our stomachs. ”

The Uyghur old man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at the middle-aged man in a long shirt and said: "Old guest, everything else is easy to say, but the water in this Gobi Desert is expensive, even if there is a deep well dug in the town, it is not easy to use it indiscriminately, this bath..."

"No matter how expensive it is, there is always a price, you just have to pay for it. When he came to the ground, the middle-aged man unconsciously lost a lot of scruples, so he interrupted the Uyghur old man without waiting for him to finish speaking.

"That's good, that's good. The Uyghur old man smiled like a flower when he heard this, nodded again and again, and then turned his head to look at the little Balang, "Kerim, go and let your Akhan Dada boil water, Muji Zada barbecue, go, go." ”

The Uyghur boy nodded and went back to the backyard to get busy.

In front of the inn, the middle-aged man asked his little grandson to sit down at the dining table next to the front cabinet to rest, but he chatted with the Uyghur old man, "This gramophone is a rare thing, I didn't expect it to be seen in this northwest place." ”

"Old guest, you don't know, our town is the Daban City sung in this gramophone song, don't look at the desolation now, it used to be an important town connecting the Central Plains and the Western Regions on the trade route.

The city was built more than 1,000 years ago, and a few ancient walls can still be seen outside the town.

More than ten years ago, when the trade route was still open, the imperial court, no, now it is the government of the Republic of China, there is no imperial court, it should be said that the former dynasty, when Lin Zhiwang was the governor of Shaanxi and Gansu, he invited foreigners to repair the power plant, which was earlier than the electricity in Beijing, and it can still be used now.

It was only later that President Yuan made a fuss, and the Central Plains chaos cut off the trade routes, and it fell. ”

"I see. ”...

After chatting for a while, a thin man in the backyard brought the dish with a wooden plate, but it is common in the northwest, red willow branches wearing roasted large pieces of mutton, fresh red pepper fried whole chicken, salted boiled beef, onion offal and so on with burnt naan cakes, but the aroma is mouth-watering, which naturally attracts the Han people to feast.

After eating and drinking, the two took a bath and slept in an upper room of the inn, and there was nothing to do all night.

At dawn the next day, the two of them left the store without waiting for the sun to rise completely, and before leaving, the middle-aged man deliberately said goodbye to the old man of the Nawei tribe as if nothing had happened.

Seeing the two of them go away, the old man of the Uyghur tribe in the front cabinet was stunned for a while, and suddenly ordered the Kerim who was cleaning: "Go and call you Muji Zadada and Akhahan Dada to call the Qi people to 'shoot yellow sheep'." ”

"Those two old ones, how much oil and water can the little ones have..."Hearing this, a look of unbearability flashed in Krimu's eyes, and he whispered.

"I have spare money to take a bath in the Gobi and pay the bill with Yuan Datou, I think it is a rich family who has fled from the famine, and there can be less oil and water," the Uyghur old man weighed the silver dollar he had just received in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Now it's not as good as before, I've been cut off a few times by that damn horse's beard, and we have suffered heavy casualties, and we can't get up Zhuangzi."

You can't pick and choose anymore when you get your hands dirty. ”

It turned out that this Uyghur old man was actually born as a bandit in the northwest, and he was scheming and vicious, and opened an inn in a business place like Dabancheng to hide his identity, find out the news, and after decades of fighting, he finally became the leader of the gang.

It's a pity that just when the 'business' was booming, the situation suddenly changed, the trade route was cut off, and the bandits had no chance to rob the caravan, so they had to rob the local big families in order to survive.

Now but stabbed the hornet's nest, those landlords and big households in the ground are different from the merchants, in the northwest this kind of ancient folk customs since the ancient people build a fort to live, the family also has a group of Ding Zhuang equipped with muskets, some Zhuangzi even set up artillery on the wall,

What's even more terrifying is that they have extensive connections, and the old Uyghur led a large number of bandits to break a few Zhuangzi, and then they were on the blacklist of the northwest warlord Ma Hongkui.

Thinking of the difficult situation of the gang at this time, the little bandit Kerim couldn't help sighing, pressed his kindness, stopped talking back to the Uyghur old man, and walked quickly to the backyard.

After half a sound, there was a crisp sound of horses' hooves in the courtyard, and then it gradually faded away, and disappeared without a trace in a short time.

At this time, in the desert outside Daban City, a middle-aged man is leading his little grandson to stroll forward.

Walking far, the little boy became more and more tired as he walked, and couldn't help but look up at his grandfather and asked suspiciously: "Grandpa, when will you go to this way, why don't you make a miracle to hurry?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. The middle-aged man touched his grandson's head and said in a sinister manner: "The innkeeper has a fierce aura, and he is clearly an old thief."

This morning, when I saw that I had revealed my wealth and had fallen into the 'Divine Confusion Technique', ten out of ten people wanted to have evil thoughts.

The best thing for your future cultivation is the soul of a murderer who died in a military disaster, let's walk around with traces exposed now, maybe we can harvest a few fierce souls without getting involved in cause and effect, it is very cost-effective. ”

As he was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he looked back, he saw dozens of big men in leather robes and fierce faces galloping towards him, and he couldn't help but high-five and laughed: "It's coming, it's coming, it's really coming." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand, cocked his index finger, and turned it, and somehow, a goose egg-sized ring appeared on his finger, empty in the middle, with extremely sharp edges, and flashing with cold light, pointing at the rushing horse bandits.

The ring suddenly came out of its fingers, and the extremely sharp edge spun and broke through the wind, and in just one breath, a long arc was drawn, and it returned to the old man's fingers, and he calmly withdrew the sleeves of his shirt.

The horse bandits in the distance only felt that there seemed to be a crystal light in front of them, and then there was no abnormality.

But when they didn't care about it and galloped a few more paces on the reins, and felt that the distance was reached, they drew their scimitars from their waists, and they were about to take advantage of the momentum of their horses to surround and kill the two 'fat sheep'.

Suddenly I heard a strange 'Woo...' sound in my ears, and the carotid artery in my neck suddenly cracked, and blood spurted out like a spring, rushing out a few feet away, scattered on the ground, bright red.

The blood of the human body was only a few liters, and a small half was lost in an instant, and the dozens of horse bandits in the pool of blood all lost their strength, fell from the horse's back, and the brains burst out, the broken tendons and tendons of the fall 'grunt' rolled a few times, and one by one died on the spot.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and pointed a glass bottle that had already been prepared in his hand towards the dead corpses everywhere.

In a moment, a hideous figure formed by black smoke emerged from the brains of those corpses, roaring silently, struggling to be sucked into the glass bottle.

After collecting the soul of the horse bandit, the middle-aged man used a fishy yellow medicinal powder to corrode the horse bandit's corpse and clothes into blood, destroyed the corpse, bit his fingers, and drew a talisman on his and his grandson's legs.

The two of them became as light as swallows, leaving no trace on the sand, and galloped towards the southwest as briskly as galloping horses.

Four days later, in the middle of the night.

The bright moon is like a wheel, and countless starlights are like silver ribbons, hanging above the heavenly river and flickering, shining on the earth.

In the hinterland of the Gobi, in a vast desert, a few turtle shells were burned along the way, and the middle-aged man who moved the direction finally stopped with his grandson.

At this time, although the two of them had spell protection, they were already in a state of embarrassment.

But even so, looking at the charred tortoiseshell hexagram in his hand, the middle-aged man still muttered to himself in ecstasy like madness: "It's here, it's here, it's finally here!", and he danced with his hands.

After a burst of gaffe joy, he came back to his senses, sat down on the ground with his buttocks, and beckoned to the stunned boy on the side, "The land has arrived, but the time is afraid that the time has not yet come, so let's stay here, waiting for the time when the heaven and earth are restored, and the ghosts and gods are renewed." ”

Hearing this, the little boy asked in a daze: "Grandpa, how do you live in this wilderness, and we don't have much dry food with us?"

"Dig the earth for the house, hunt the beast for food," the middle-aged man showed a look of overjoy, and replied in a crepe manner: "Wouldn't it be nice to make the sky a quilt and the earth to be a bed." ”

While mustering up all his strength, he stood up, took a talisman from the chest of his robe, recited a spell in his mouth, and threw it on the ground.

In an instant, the sand and gravel rolled within a radius of 100 zhang with the talisman as the center, gathered into a pile, gave birth to a body and a head, and turned into a tall earth and stone wrestler.

When the middle-aged man saw that the wrestler was formed, he instructed it to dig a steep slope in the ground and dig a small cave obliquely as a place to bend down.

Since then, the grandparents and grandchildren have made a home on the Gobi desert, living in a soil cave, drinking dew, and hunting hares and yellow sheep to make a living, just like savages.

As the heavens and the earth were restored, the heavenly machine became more and more chaotic, and the middle-aged man's turtle divination technique soon failed, and there was no longer the power of prophecy, so they had to wait patiently indefinitely.

Time flies, more than 20 days have passed in a blink of an eye, and at night, the Gobi has been re-exposed for thousands of years, and the water vapor germinates, and the whole world is filled with vast white mist.

When the full moon rises, the light is sprinkled, reflected in the mist, and suddenly there is a thing breaking through in the distance, facing the moon, and looking closely at the thing is actually a big tree, growing at a speed that ordinary people can't imagine, but in a few minutes it grows to a thousand zhang thickness, straight into the sky, connecting the earth and the sky,

Suddenly, heaven and earth resonated, and the universe trembled.

Starting from the edge of the canopy of the great tree, a towering mountain range emerges from the void with no end in sight, stretching out in front of the cave where the middle-aged man and his grandson live.

Although he foresaw the rebirth of this giant tree and the appearance of the mountains countless times in the precursor of the turtle, but in reality, when he saw the endless phantom of Junfeng appearing between heaven and earth, the middle-aged man still trembled with excitement, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck were exposed and roared madly: "Heaven and earth are reunited Kunlun, heaven and earth are reunited Kunlun!"

Hahahaha... Jianmu, Kunlun!

If it is poured, it will be the heaven and the earth, and the building wood that runs through the universe will be established;

It's called a mountain, it's really a realm, and the demon spirit ancestral court Kunlun that can compete with the fairy heaven and the Buddha's West Heaven finally let me find it!

Zhang Dongguan and Zhang Erbao, you look down on my background, rely on the identity of the main lineage of the clan to bully and insult me, rob me of opportunities, rob me of my good relatives, anger my parents, and occupy my family wealth, but you can't imagine that I Zhang Ping'an can have today!

Although I am inferior to you in this life, as long as I take this monstrous opportunity, my children and grandchildren will be better than your children and grandchildren a thousand, ten thousand, a thousand, ten thousand times in the future, and you will never be able to turn over, and you will never be able to turn over!"

After going crazy for a while, the middle-aged man slowly calmed down, his eyes were bloodshot, and he asked his grandson next to him in a hoarse voice: "Do you remember what I told you, now is the time to fulfill."

You have to be careful not to make a wrong step, or the consequences will be terrible. ”

"Grandpa, don't worry, you have commanded those words a thousand times, ten thousand times, every word of grandchildren remember clearly, and they will not forget it when they die. Although the boy was ignorant, he already understood the seriousness of the matter, and he was also excited, and replied in a loud voice.

"Good. The middle-aged man praised loudly when he heard this, took a deep breath, lit a big bonfire in the illusory mountain range, and then unloaded the burden he had been carrying with him from behind, untied it, and took out a dozen long wooden boxes hidden from a pile of clothes.

Opening a wooden box, taking out an ancient brocade book rolled on a fine jade shaft from the end, the middle-aged man coughed lightly, and solemnly chanted towards the illusory mountain range: "The Emperor and the Queen of Heaven are all over the world, and the scales and feathers are all in it...

Today, there is a proud man of humanity who awakens to the wonder of the competition of all things, and is willing to give up everything and return to the natural way of heaven and earth... Eradicate the root to show piety. ”

After chanting for a long time, the middle-aged man finally stopped, stood sideways, and nodded to the child not far away.

The boy stepped forward with a tense face, took the brocade book from the middle-aged man's hand, unfolded it, and threw it into the fire without hesitation.

In the fire, you can faintly see the four words 'Fengtian Carrier' at the beginning of the brocade book, which is clearly a volume of holy decrees, and it is written in the unburned place, '... The ancestor of the Heavenly Master, the Heavenly Spirit, blesses the side, and the merit is very great... Plus Liuhe Endless Wise God...', and the seal at the end is the 'treasure of Daqing'.

This volume of holy decrees seems to be unremarkable, but according to ancient legends, if it is true, it can suppress the luck of a family in the dark, and obtain the prosperity of a family for a hundred years and a thousand years, even if it is occasionally defeated, it can also be revived, but it is burned at this time.

Not only that, but seeing that there was nothing wrong with burning this scroll of holy decrees, the middle-aged man on the side opened a wooden box and took out a scroll of brocade books, stepped forward quickly, and handed it to his grandson.

The little boy took the brocade book and opened it, and threw it into the fire again without looking at it.

It can be seen faintly in the fire, this is also the holy decree of Zhang Tianling, the heavenly master of the volume, but the name has been changed to 'Three Days Fuyuan Grand Master - Induction True Monarch', and the seal is also the six characters of 'Treasure of the Ming Dynasty'.

This volume of the holy decree burned, still everything is as usual, so the middle-aged people successively took out the brocade book and silk scroll in the wooden box, handed it to his grandson to burn, most of them are the holy decrees of the ancestors of Zhang Tianshi in the past dynasties, and accumulated two volumes of the Song Dynasty's "Son of Heaven Xingbaoxi" stamped, and enshrined the "three-day support of the great master" and "Taiyi Ying Tianzhenjun";

In the Yuan Dynasty, the "Emperor's Ordered Treasure Seal" stamped a volume, and the seal "Taiyi Chong Xuan Shen Jing Xianyou Zhenjun", and so on.

In addition, there are several volumes of the forty-second generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Yichang, 'Taiyi Sect Master Taixuan Honghua Ming Cheng Chongdao Dazhenren', the thirty-fourth generation of Heavenly Master Zhang Yuxian, 'Chongxu True Guanghua Xuan Zhenjun' and so on.

It's a pity that it took half an hour to burn more than a dozen volumes of the Holy Decree, and the slightest vision did not appear, and at this time the middle-aged man's face had become more and more embarrassed, showing a gray and black color that only the dead have, opened the last of the most ancient boxes, and took out the brocade book inside.

This brocade book is ancient, it is already broken when touched, the child on the side took it, carefully unfolded, and saw that it only used a big seal to write the line of words, 'There is a Nanjun Fangshi Zhang Tianling's character is very important can be sacrificial wine', followed by eight like the seal of the bird insect book, 'Ordered by the sky, both longevity and Yongchang'!

This brocade book was thrown into the fire, and it was not burned for a long time, especially the printing was burned brighter and brighter, and it slowly gave birth to light, accompanied by a chanting sound that came from nowhere, 'Humanity is prosperous, the sky is lucky, and the longevity is eternal...', diffusely.

At this time, in the illusory mountains nearby, as if some unknown great will was disturbed, a majestic momentum slowly descended on the world, blessed in the bonfire, after several confrontations, the flames sometimes rose, sometimes sluggish, and finally the light of the brocade book was suppressed little by little, and burned to ashes.

Then, a dim pillar of light shot out from the mountains and shone on the stunned boy beside him.

After a while, a mechanical and solemn voice sounded intermittently in the heavens and the earth, "The sacrificer is indeed the great enemy of the spiritual dao through the 'Xuanguang trace', and the descendant of the bloodline of Zhang Tianling, the founder of Taoism in the world... The sacrificial edict contains a very heavy foundation of luck, which shows sincerity and should be naturalized.

It has been judged that the sacrificer is the only naturalized ancestor of the Heavenly Master for 10,000 years... Descendants, with strengthened weight, can be the young secretary in front of the palace. ”

When the sound landed, the brightness of the pillar of light increased a lot, turning into a ball of light to cover the child entirely, and when the light dissipated, the child had changed his appearance, no longer dirty and embarrassed before, and became clean, with red lips and white teeth, like a porcelain doll.

The middle-aged man's gray face looked much better when he saw this scene, and he asked in a low voice with trembling lips behind his grandson, "Has the mountain become real?"

Hearing this, the boy fixed his eyes and looked at the mountains in front of him, and suddenly felt as if a layer of fog had been lifted, and the mountains turned from virtual to real, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward, stepped on a rock, turned around and nodded happily: "It's really grandpa, it's become real." ”

The middle-aged man shook his body, forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, carefully took out a glass bottle from his arms, held it tremblingly with both hands, handed it to his grandson, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since you are really up, go up, and do everything according to my previous instructions." ”

The bottle was crystal clear, without a trace of impurities, but the inside was pitch black, as if it had torn off the entire canopy of the night and stuffed it in.

And if you look closely, there is a faint mist floating in the black, and in the mist there are small balls of light that glow like stars, but outside the mist, there seem to be countless eyes staring at the outside of the bottle, and thousands of tentacles dancing, trying to hook the soul of the snooper into the bottle.

The boy took the bottle from his grandfather's hand, didn't dare to look at it at all, and directly bit the mouth of the bottle, held his breath, swallowed it into his stomach, and swallowed all the contents of the bottle into his stomach.

Then, despite the heart-rending coldness in his abdomen, the pain, and the unindescribable bewitching murmur that suddenly sounded in his ears, "Aladusa, Yogsoto, Skulls, Ssabu Nicholas, Durast Aladusa, Yogso Amandusa, Sabu Nicholas..."

It stands to reason that with his age, it is impossible to climb the peak of Tianqi no matter what.

But the strange thing is that every step the little boy takes, not only does he not feel tired, but he feels a little stronger, his body is a little lighter, although the severe pain on his body is getting more and more intense, but he just vents by running wildly, and he can't help but walk faster and faster.

In the end, the climb became as fast as a mountain ape.

All the way to the peak, countless strange flowers and birds that are difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, strange beasts pass in front of them, the children all turn a blind eye, only according to the grandfather's previous instructions, every hundred steps have to find a black and white stone, and then continue to go up along the direction where the stone is located.

After so much attention, I don't know how long, he finally reached the peak.

The top of the mountain is vast, connected to the sky, and the wind is howling.

It is full of craggy and strange stones, but there are endless magnificent, ancient palace phantoms sitting on it, and the palace can also see lifelike green dragons, Xuanniao, unicorns, tigers, etc. from time to time, only in the 'Classic of Mountains and Seas' recorded in the ancient mythical beasts phantom running and flying.

And the source of all these illusions is a ball the size of a baby's fist suspended in mid-air.

The beads are composed of black and white mist that blends together and slowly circulates, emitting countless colored lines that diffuse, entwining and depicting various images, and on closer inspection, it seems that the entire 'Kunlun' is outlined by it.

When the boy saw that he knew that the most important step had arrived, he came to the bottom of the bead nervously, jumped up with all his strength, and easily reached out and took off the bead.

It went so smoothly that he seemed to be a little unconvinced, stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly stuffed the beads into his mouth.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, the mountains collapsed, and the entire 'Kunlun' came to naught, all of which fell into the stomach of mortals, while the child was really innocent, turning over time and turning into a newborn baby...