The next moment, Ah Meng also followed the red-capped crane and kept pace with it. The red-capped crane turned its head to look at Ah Meng, and its dark beaded eyes were full of doubts.

Tong Zhengpan sat on the back of the red-topped crane, his voice was a little weak, and he was slightly tired and told Dao Mu that because of Mu Jian Mountain, Dao Mu's worship of Zhu Zhishan was a bit tricky.

Now there are three veins that have been extremely clear and refuse to recruit big eyes, and only the miscellaneous herding lineage of the pastoral path has not been heard. Tong Zheng didn't know what Liang Guangsheng, the mountain master of the miscellaneous herding lineage, thought in his heart.

"Elder Tong Zheng plans to let Xiaodao go to worship the Weaving Immortal Palace?" Dao Mu looked at the main peak of Zhuzhi Mountain in front of him, which was like a pillar of heaven, "Xiaodao only hopes that there will be a quiet place to reach the heavens and enlighten the Dao, and Elder Tong Zheng doesn't have to embarrass himself too much." The trail can also worship under your door, but it is enough to ask for a humble room, a quiet land, a blue sky, and a wisp of Daluo immortal energy. ”

The corners of Tong Zheng's mouth twitched, his eyes were half-open, and he squinted at Dao Mu, and his appearance was no different from usual, "Don't say frustrating words, fight for yourself." This immortal wants face, but also the lining. ”

"Elder Tong Zheng is a good person, and he has an excellent reputation, so he will naturally not be bullied under your name, so he can reach the heavens with peace of mind. Dao Mu was sincere and sincere, and his eyes were still looking ahead.

"......" Tong Zheng always felt harsh when he heard Daomu's words, but his tone didn't sound like he was sarcastic.

Tong Zheng has been irritable these days, and when he saw Dao Mu's appearance of wanting to die, he was even more nameless and angry in his heart, offending his whole body. In order not to let himself get out of control and maintain a perfect image in Zhuzhishan, Tong Zheng chose not to talk anymore and recited the meditation mantra.

Dao Mu comprehended and no longer spoke, but he was secretly happy in his heart that he was expected to worship the miscellaneous herd, as long as he was not recommended to the Weaving Immortal Palace, it didn't matter if he had any other lineage.

Dao Mu couldn't help laughing at himself, "My mentality is the same as that of a rich kid from the grassroots level?"

Speechless all the way, through the fog and clouds, the Weaving Heaven Palace is on the other side of the sea of clouds, shining with fairy light.

Immortal officials and immortals come and go in the clouds, and immortal soldiers and immortals will patrol with fairy light. Rainbow into a bridge, since the top of the weaving mountain leads directly to the weaving fairy palace, both ends of the rainbow bridge are guarded by immortal soldiers and immortals.

About a hundred miles away, Dao Mu noticed that there was an enchantment. The red-capped crane has flown down, flapping its wings for ten miles at a time. Ah Meng jumped to keep up with the red-capped crane, never slower than half a beat from beginning to end, nor faster than half a beat.

Descending on the top of Zhuzhi Mountain, Tong Zheng couldn't help but glance at Ah Meng, and asked Dao Mu to put Ah Meng into the storage and grazing space. Dao Mu was so surprised by the mountaintop world that Tong Zheng called out five times before he reacted.

Although Tong Zheng was angry in his heart, he was only an ordinary person, and he had never seen the world, so he was surprised that it should be. Tong Zheng was angry in his heart, but he was not angry, but felt a little happy and proud because of Daomu's distraction.

Dao Mu put Ah Meng into the storage and grazing space, and kept up with Tong Zheng's pace with doubts. But his pastoral power has poked out from the soles of his feet, like spider webs, deep into the interior of Zhuzhi Mountain.

Could it be that Zhuzhishan is a tree?

A bold idea suddenly popped out of Dao Mu's heart, which shocked his pupils to dilate and contract instantly, and made his heart jump rapidly, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.

So the mountains that spread out, aren't they tree roots?

Dao Mu recalled the terrain of Zhuzhi Mountain in his mind, "Like! Like! Like!" Dao Mu looked at the dense jungle that was full of vitality and integrated with Zhuzhi Mountain.

"It shouldn't be a coincidence, right?" In Dao Mu's eyes, the dense forest on the top of the mountain is like a new branch on the stump of a tree, otherwise who can do the Tao naturally and not see the traces of artificial means, "Muxian Cowherd?"

Thinking about it like this, it seems that it is also very possible, after all, it is ranked in the immortal class, and it seems that he can really do this if he has the Great Luo Immortal Dao. Zhu Zhishan is a tree, after all, it is too unbelievable, it can no longer be described as a miracle, it can be described as the creation of heaven and earth.

Apart from heaven and earth itself, who else can create heaven and earth?

Along the way, the Taoist Mu touches every tree, touches every flower, shoots every stone, hits every fog, and receives every dew, and the source of pastoral power under his feet continues to explore with spiritual sense.

"You are ......also persistent," Tong Zheng suddenly spoke, still not looking at Dao Mu, "Do you see why?"

Dao Mu pressed the knife with his left hand, carried his right hand behind his back, turned his head and smiled, "Elder Tong Zheng, do you think that Zhuzhi Mountain is actually a tree?" Although his vision was blocked by the dense forest of ancient trees, Dao Mu could already hear the end of the road, and the voices were full of people.

"The veins of Zhuzhishan are indeed very similar to tree stumps and roots. "Tong Zheng, as a beast herd, if you ask him about the spirit beast, he can say a thousand things, and he really doesn't know much about the matter of plant herding, so he knows a little bit about it.

Although Tong Zheng knows a little about planting and pastoralism, he also knows that stone is dead and wood is alive. One property is earth, and the other property is wood. Zhu Zhishan is really a huge mountain range, if you want to reverse the attribute forever, how much ability can you do it.

"Although the world on the top of the mountain is high in the sky, it is connected to the earth without obstacles, I'm afraid it is from the hand of the cowherd, right?" Dao Mu's eyes were half-narrowed through the small gaps in the branches and leaves between the trees, and he could already see some scenes ahead, and the noisy voices far exceeded the noisy streets.

"It's too old to go back to the roots. As he approached the dojo, the aura of Tong Zheng became more and more inward, but his momentum was rising.

Tong Zheng suddenly came to be patient and talked to Dao Mu. Needless to say, there is no dispute about the formation of Zhu Zhishan, some people say that since the beginning of the world, Zhu Zhishan has existed as the root bone of Vega.

However, there are different ways of saying the world at the top of the mountain, and some people say that this world at the top of the mountain is naturally formed with Zhu Zhishan. Some people also say that when the world of Vega first opened, the entire ancient star was desolate and lifeless.

A generation of Weaver Girls came from the Immortal Court to plant a piece of vitality for this desolate ancient star, and wished that the peak world of Zhishan was also brought to life by a generation of Weaver Girls with supreme immortal arts, and used it as a dojo.

Some people also say that the top of Zhuzhi Mountain is a forbidden area of life, which is located in the sky, the wind is raging, the temperature is cold and snowy, just like the state of mind of a generation of weaver girls.

I don't know how many years have passed, all kinds of creatures on Vega have bloomed, and hundreds of millions of creatures have contended. Hundreds of religions and thousands of ways are thriving, and different ways do not conspire with each other.

Hundreds of sects and thousands of sects are all competing for the name of orthodoxy, occupying the holy land of Zhuzhishan, starting endless killing, and the entire Vega Star is devastated.

The skyrocketing undead caused all the vain dead cities in the underworld to have nowhere to be placed, and the vain ghosts were angry and resounded throughout the world of Vega. The ghosts are plagued, the blame is overflowing, the grievances are strong into clouds, and the complaints turn into blood thunder.

I wish the Weaver Girl who is in retreat on the top of the Weaving Mountain to be awakened by the catastrophe, she weaves colorful clouds to purify the resentful clouds, draws the heavenly thunder to devour the blood thunder, and waves the spring breeze on both sleeves to send the unjust ghosts who have become disasters into reincarnation.

She went down to the underworld and worked with Hades to ignite the ghosts and gods and perfect the yin. She returned to the yang world again, created the Zhuzhi Mountain Inheritance, incorporated the hundreds of sects and thousands of ways, all into the Zhuzhi Mountain, and lit the sect master, the door master, and the Taoist master as the mountain master from now on.

The Weaver Girl preaches a year of weaving the Heavenly Immortal Dao every 100 years, and preaches ten years of mending the Heavenly Scriptures every 1000 years.

When the Weaver Girl was about to make up for the heavens for ten years, a cowherd baby who flew up from the morning glory star arrived in a hurry. It happened to run into the dojo that was going to be blocked, and the cowherd penetrated through the crack.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl looked at each other, the Cowherd's face was strange, and the Weaver Girl's face was frosty. The atmosphere was embarrassing, and the Weaver Girl coldly asked the Cowherd to find a futon to sit down.

Since then, the ice on the top of Zhuzhi Mountain has begun to melt, and the relationship between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has become more and more hot.

When Zhu Zhishan completely melted and the Cowherd was successful, he used all his strength to turn the forbidden area of life at the top of Zhu Zhishan into a vibrant sky forest.

This forest has no name, or the name is only between the two of them, after all, it is a symbol of their love.

Some people also say that it is not the work of the Cowherd alone, and most of the credit goes to the Weaver Girl.

Some people also say that it is not the Cowherd who turns the top of the barren land into a vibrant place, but the Weaver Girl herself feels that the top of the mountain is quite boring, so she uses supreme immortal magic to make this mountain top come to life.

Dao Mu couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, how could the Weaver Girl do it?

No matter how the dense forest on the top of the mountain is formed, there is no conflict with whether Zhuzhi Mountain is a tree or not. But Zhu Zhishan is a tree, but it is too unbelievable.

"Dao Mu!" Tong Zheng's voice was flat, as usual, the two of them spoke face to face, but when it reached Dao Mu's ears, it sounded like thunder.

The priest returns to reality from his distraction and finds himself in the dojo. The overwhelming popularity, boiling and noisy voices, can not cover up the heavy atmosphere of those years, but because of the popularity and vocals, it seems that the dojo is more drummed, and the dense forest on the top of the mountain is beautiful.

"There's no other place left, just sit there. Tong Zheng pointed to a bluestone in the eastern corner of the dojo, "Legend has it that the Cowherd was sitting on that bluestone back then." ”

Dao Mu didn't say anything, that place was not conspicuous, if you didn't look closely, you would think it was outside the scope of the dojo, which was exactly what Dao Mu wanted.

In the astonished eyes of the people around him, Dao Mu calmly said goodbye to Tong Zheng and walked to the natural ashlar the size of the dining table.

The moss on the ashlar is dense, green, and dewy, and at a glance, I feel that if I sit on it, I will inevitably get wet and the wind blows the buttocks.

Dao Mu pressed it lightly with his hand, the green liquid was like the juice squeezed out of the vines, and it also exuded the same taste, the green and bitter taste was stronger, the aroma was more refreshing, and the aftertaste did not disperse, seeping into the lungs.

A difficult problem is in front of us, if the grass futon is placed on the mat, it will inevitably be infiltrated by the sap, and everyone else is sitting directly on the stone futon.

If Daomu dries it, it will inevitably make the smell permeate the dojo, and he will be in the spotlight, which is not in line with Daomu's always low-key character.

Lock in the smell with a wind barrier?

Dao Mu's brows furrowed into scissors, and with just one hand, he made the Dao Mu man smell, not to mention the smell of all the green slime after evaporation. "No wonder no one wants to sit here, even if this stone has been sat on by the Cowherd. ”

Either flamboyant or autistic?

Even though Dao Mu thinks that there are many solutions and countless means, Dao Mu has no third choice.

Dao Mu just reached out his hand, and before he pressed it on the moss, he suddenly had an idea, why didn't he make a move?

Thinking of this, Mu Jian couldn't help but feel inexplicable joy in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face. Seeing him pressing his hands on the ashlar moss, his heart moved, and the pastoral power gushed out, from the inside to the outside, filling the entire ashlar, intertwined between the moss.

Moving his mind again, the pastoral power exploded, and the huge amount of yang power evaporated the moss and green slime into a large cloud of dark green mist, and the ashlar was as red as a red-hot soldering iron.

The wind barrier blocks the dark green mist, but the smell inevitably seeps out. Dao Mu was top-heavy from the strong smell, his eyes were dizzy, and his last consciousness made him know that he was powerless to resist and would make a fool of himself.

Dao Mu suddenly remembered Yunmu, "Help me!" took out Yunmu, but hid it in the sleeve cage and did not expose it.

"Wow yes...... Dao Mu, your life is too good!" The wood spirit shouted excitedly, and after a breath, all the dark green mist was swallowed by Yunmu.

"Shhhh......h Hiss...... "Dao Mu's left hand was propped up on the blue and black ashlar, his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and the strong feeling of dizziness and vomiting did not alleviate because ......the wood spirit absorbed all the dark green mist, but became more and more intense.

The painful feeling made Dao Mu rather faint to death by himself, unlike now, his consciousness became clearer and clearer, his six senses became stronger and stronger, and the pain also increased together.

"Little master, hurry up and climb on the ashlar stone to meditate!" Mu Ling's voice was weak and full of trills, if it weren't for Dao Mu and Mu Ling's psychic, I really didn't know what Mu Ling was talking about.

Dao Mu beat his spirit, jumped over the stone, and immediately sat cross-legged. In his right hand, he holds the tree and hides it in his sleeve cage and places it horizontally on his abdomen. The left hand is twisted, and the heart recites the Sutra of Pastoral Justice.

Dao Mu and Mu Ling are psychic, one person and one elf have the same heart, sit in the same posture, and recite the same scriptures.

Only then did Dao Mu realize that if the original dark green mist completely dissipated, Dao Mu's painful symptoms would also subside with it.

However, after absorbing all the dark green mist, Yunmu felt as if he was poisoned and sick. Because of the special relationship between Dao Mu and Mu Ling, under the action of the spirit contract, Dao Mu shares half of Mu Ling's pain.

The moss was actually a gift from the dense forest on the top of the mountain, and a large amount of life force poured into this stone. The life force was transformed into moss by the circle on the stone.

When the moss was covered, no one came to absorb this huge pastoral power, and the subsequent influx of life force was still continuously injected into this stone, but it was transformed into a green viscous liquid.

And the liquid like the dew of An Xi is not dew, but the life force of this stone separated from the aura of heaven and earth, and one day these dews will also be turned into a green viscous liquid.

Dao Mu's series of actions stunned the people around him, especially those Zhu Zhishan disciples who knew the strangeness and origin of this stone.

How did this man do it?

Why didn't he have anything at all?

What about moss and green slime?

......

Soon, some good deeds discovered the identity of the Taoist pastor, one to ten, ten to hundred, hundreds to thousands, the name of the Taoist pastor, the line of the Taoist pastor, and the behavior of the Taoist pastor, all of which were used by everyone to legend.

When some people learned that it was Tong Zheng who had led the priest to the dojo, their faces were filled with jealousy. When some people know that this Taoist pastor is the other Taoist pastor, they show disdain. When some people know the background of the Taoist pastor, their expressions become more complicated.