The two climbed the tree and walked down the mountain, the mountain was not very steep, they went down the mountain in a straight line, but they had not reached the foot of the mountain for a long time, which greatly surprised Yan Xingyu. The water on Yijun's clothes had been dried by the wind, and he was refreshing and slid down, but Yan Xingyu seemed to be wearing a suit of armor, which was very uncomfortable.

"Maybe we're going in the wrong direction......" After saying this, it was like turning off the switch, and suddenly it was pitch black around, and Yan Xingyu fell straight to the ground face down.

Yijun was startled, lying on the ground and touching him, when he touched Yan Xingyu's back, the "fragrant brocade" on his wrist lit up again, and Yan Xingyu woke up slowly.

The corners of Yijun's mouth twitched: "Brother Yan, you can't rely on milk to break through, don't always drop the chain." ”

Yan Xingyu couldn't understand what he said, as if he didn't remember that he had fallen asleep at all, he let out a long breath, and then said on the previous topic: "The mountain in the Immortal Mansion we saw is not so high, we should go in the wrong direction." ”

Yi Jun groaned slightly: "I suddenly remembered that when Yu Yu was still a demon, he once ate a fishing port town, and the town was backed by a mountain, is it that town that we see below?" ”

Yan Xingyu took out the night pearl and said decisively: "Go up the mountain." ”

They walked down the mountain for a long time, but it didn't take much time to go up the mountain, there was a dead silence on the mountain, there was not even the sound of insects and birds, and it was dark all around.

Under the illumination of the night pearl, they came to a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

There is no one in the temple, and there is no statue of the god in the temple, there is no incense burner, only an empty couch, there are several rows of futons by the door, and there are people living in the squatter room behind.

There were a few large vats of water in the open space in front of the view, Yan Xingyu didn't care about anything else, first peeled off the thick shell on his body, jumped in and took a bath, there was a robe in the dormitory, he picked up a suitable one and put it on, and the whole person came alive.

"We'll just wait here, and someone will come when it's dawn."

Yijun couldn't wait to fall asleep, he was tossed enough this day, he didn't eat dinner, and his body was sore everywhere. He lay down on the couch in the temple, yawned, and said, "Then I will sleep." ”

Yan Xingyu took a robe and covered him, and lay on his side under the bed.

On the second day, Yijun was woken up by someone shaking his hands and feet, and he opened his eyes to see four angry men standing in front of him, and Yan Xingyu was standing aside with two arms on his hands, staring at him with strange eyes. Yijun sighed helplessly, not knowing how their MT was like a leaky balloon, blowing it once and topping it for a while.

Yijun lifted his robe and sat up: "Who are you?" Why is it so unhospitable? ”

The man at the head said angrily: "The newcomer doesn't know the rules, how can he sleep on the Jade Monarch Palace!" ”

Yijun hurriedly smiled: "Oh, we just arrived, and we were offended." As he spoke, he stood up and turned to his back and bowed with his palms together.

"My friend is also offended, and I have to say goodbye." He walked up to Yan Xingyu and bowed down three times according to his head.

Yan Xingyu woke up, and saw a trace of doubt flashing in the eyes of the people around him.

"Aboriginals." Yijun explained in his ear.

The "aborigines" were not very harsh on them, mainly because they thought that they slept in the temple and blasphemed the gods, and after criticizing them, they led the two to the chief attendant.

The first attendant lived on the mountainside, and went down the winding path in front of the view, which was on the opposite side of the mountain from Yijun and the others last night. The area here is much larger than the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, like cutting a cake straight off a quarter of the mountainside, and a row of splendid palaces are built against the broken walls. The palace loomed in the mist, like a fairy palace, exactly what they saw outside. In front of the palace there is a huge circular square, and the floor tiles of the square are put together to form a huge gourd vine pattern.