Yu'a Mountain, in the most remote west of Toju.

Judging from the map of the capital, Yu'e Mountain is very small, but it is a square inch of land, and when you really step into this mountain, you feel that what is drawn on the map is not exactly the same.

This mountain is not high, the continuous peaks rise and fall softly, the forest is beautiful, but there is a Buddha statue in a few steps, the Buddha statue is embedded in the mountain wall, a thousand postures, lifelike.

The demons are naturally afraid of the Buddha statues, and there are many Buddha caves in this mountain, and the walls are colorful, and it has only been a moment since they entered the mountain, and some demons have already felt uncomfortable and complained again and again.

Hairpin Star didn't feel anything about this, but he was curious about who carved these Buddha statues, maybe they had existed for a long time, and some Buddha statues had been eroded by wind and rain and their appearance was blurred, adding a bit of mystery to this place.

"Is Yu'e Mountain a Foshan?" The hairpin asked the little pair beside him.

Xiaoshuang didn't have any feelings for the Buddha statue, and said: "No, but there is a temple under the Wulun Pagoda, and there is a group of Buddha cultivators in the temple. After a pause, he said again: "Master Mingjing in Liuquan Temple is the old man of Her Royal Highness the Demon Queen. When we arrive at Liuquan Temple, Master Mingjing will guide us. ”

Hairpin Xing was stunned: "Mother still knows Buddha Xiu?" She glanced at Xiaoshuang and said tentatively: "Mo Fei, this Mingjing master is also ..... with his mother."

Xiaoshuang smiled silently.

Hairpin Xing realized, the old lovers of Bujiang are all over the world, only I can't think of it, I can't do it, but even Buddhism is included, and the involvement is really extensive.

"But," Hairpin thought for a moment, "Why don't you let Master Mingjing come to pick us up in front of the mountain gate?" We've been here for a long time, and we haven't found the right way into the mountains. ”

The scenery on Yu'e Mountain is beautiful, heavy and lonely, but between the Buddha and the Buddha, between the trees and the trees seem to be specially calculated, the points are not bad, people walk in it, what they see is the repeated scenery, they think that they have walked for a long time, but they find that they have returned to the same place.

"Yu'e Mountain is a place outside the square, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter, but people inside can come out, but they can't bring people from outside the mountain with them. We had to find the entrance to the mountain by ourselves. Xiaoshuang looked into the distance: "It's also the first time I've come here." ”

“......”

She originally thought that Bu Jiang let herself take Xiaoshuang because Xiaoshuang knew the road and could save a lot of time on the road, but she didn't expect that Xiaoshuang was also the first time to enter the mountain. The terrain depicted on the map is not realistic, and now the group is scurrying around like a headless fly, and it is unlikely that the blind cat will hit the dead mouse.

"Why don't you let the Soil Eaters take a look?" Xiaoshuang suggested: "Soil eaters eat grave soil for life, and perhaps distinguish the true direction from the mountain soil." ”

Hairpin thought for a while, remembering that it was a gray-faced old man who always wore a hat, looking like a simple peasant, and she said, "Okay." "It's not a way to keep going around here, they don't say a lot about it, they say less or less, and it's conspicuous enough to walk around, if you bump into the demon exterminator army or the ghost disgusting people here, you won't wait for the five-wheel tower to fight, and the idea of the fisherman's profit will be in vain.

Xiaoshuang said: "Soil Eater." ”

No one in the entourage answered.

He frowned and repeated again, "Soil Eater." ”

"Report-" A demon cultivator raised his hand: "Lord Xiaoshuang, the earth-eating ghost has just been in urgent need of urine, so it's convenient to go to the woods." ”

"Didn't I say you can't leave the team at will!" Xiaoshuang's expression changed and he reprimanded sharply.

The demon cultivator probably had a good relationship with the earth-eating ghost, and helped his friend to justify: "The old man said that there are Buddha statues everywhere on this mountain, and it is uncomfortable to be convenient, and the little highness is still there, so it is not good to stain the eyes of the little highness......"

Hairpin Star: Thank you so much for "......".

"How long has it been since he left?" she asked. ”

"A quarter of an hour." Mo Xiu scratched his head, very optimistic: "Your Royal Highness doesn't have to worry, it may be convenient to go out halfway, he eats a lot of soil, he has always had intestinal knots, and he has to wait for a long time when he gets up." Lao Tu told me before leaving, so that we don't have to wait for him, and he will follow after the convenience. Don't delay our action. ”

He said it easily, but Hairpin was not so optimistic. The path of this mountain is complicated, not to mention whether he will encounter danger or not, it is possible to walk a little further and not find his way back. Although this group of people thought she was the princess of the demon world, she didn't grow up in the demon clan after all, and someone on the way with her was not convinced, otherwise the discipline would not be so lax, and she left the team without making a sound. She said, "You use the telephony to ask him where he is now." ”

Demon Xiu didn't dare to disobey, so he had to take out a transmission note from his arms and shouted at the other side: "Old-fashioned, have you finished urinating, Your Highness asked you where you are now?" ”

The note hung silently in the air, and no one answered for a long time.

Demon Xiu glanced at the hairpin star, and said loudly: "Old-fashioned, are you listening?" ”

There was a dead silence on the other end, and after a while, there was a "squeak" chewing sound, which was terrifying.

The faces of the crowd changed all at once.

Mo Xiu pinched the transmission note and looked at the hairpin, and said dryly: "Is it ...... Something happened? ”

"Do you need to ask?" Hairpin Star summoned the carefree stick, raised his hand, and a golden paper pigeon suddenly flew out of his hand.

"It's ......," Xiaoshuang was shocked.

"Before I traveled, I sprinkled pigeon feather phosphorus on all of you to prevent this from happening." The hairpin flew and jumped into the jungle: "Follow me!" ”

Before this line of demons traveled, the hairpin star rushed to make the flying pigeon charm overnight, and she had not forgotten the "good drawing talisman" on Gufeng Mountain, the golden pigeon knew the way, and the place where she walked would leave traces of smell. She sprinkled a different pigeon feather phosphorus on each person, and the golden pigeon charm would follow the feather phosphorus to find the owner of the feather phosphorus.

The group came out neatly, and it was best to go back neatly, she couldn't avoid missing arms and legs, but senseless sacrifices could be avoided.

Now that she is the leader of this group, she is responsible for her own men.

Xiao Shuang said: "Keep up with His Royal Highness!" ”

The group rushed into the jungle, and the golden dove, though a spell drawn on paper, flew faster than ordinary pigeons, but in a moment, the flying dove stopped in front of a waterhole.

The smell of pigeon feather phosphorus disappears here.

The demon cultivator who was friendly with the earth-eating ghost suddenly shouted: "Old-fashioned hat, this is the old-fashioned hat!" ”

In front of the waterhole, there was a lonely mud-colored hat, which hung in the grass on the shore, but there was no earth-eating ghost around.

The hairpin motioned for the person behind him not to move, and cautiously stepped forward, bending down to pick up the hat, and Yami followed behind, carefully bypassing the grass.

The hat was still slightly hot, and it seemed that someone had taken off the hat not long ago, and the hairpin walked to the edge of the waterhole, which was as clear as a mirror, reflecting her shadow.

Nothing.