Although the sky was gloomy, they followed everyone all the way around the mountain, bustling and lively, but only the Bon people did not take the usual path - on the contrary, they turned the mountain. On the third day, they got up earlier for fear of bad weather. Nagarjuna drank milk tea with Jushan, ate tsamba and dried meat, and hurried on the road.

In the early morning, the sky was not yet bright, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and the two were walking towards the remaining moonlight, but they saw that the clouds were dense in front of them, and the sky was getting darker and darker. Seeing that it seemed to be snowing, Nagarjuna pulled the giant mountain faster and faster. He remembered that about twenty miles ahead, there was a place to rest, but the wind mixed with the fine snow happels had already fallen.

The sky was slightly bright, and the wind blew so that people could not open their eyes, and they walked along the foot of the mountain, against the wind and snow, for an hour. The wind was a little lighter, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind swept the snow, making people almost unable to open their eyes, and an old man in the distance suddenly fell to the ground.

Nagarjuna stepped forward quickly, helped him up and ate a bowl of milk tea, and the old man came back to his senses. The wind and snow were howling, and he couldn't hear what was said, and Nagarjuna helped the old man to walk a few hundred steps, turned the corner, and pointed ahead. When he turned around to look for the little giant mountain again, the wind and snow were all over the sky, and he couldn't see it at all three feet away, but he couldn't find it anywhere!

Let's say that the little giant mountain was already thin and sickly, swaying in the fierce storm and snow, and was already unstable on its feet. The blizzard became more and more frenzied, and the snow hit his face painfully, and the giant mountain simply turned his back and walked backwards. When he turned around and continued to move forward, he could still distinguish between the southeast and the north, and he didn't know the front and back.

He barely moved a few steps forward, but he couldn't support it, so he had to carefully hold on to a mountain rock and grope his way to a crack in the mountain rock to avoid the wind and snow. He thought to himself: If you go out at this time, you can't distinguish things, and you don't know where you're going, so it's better to hide inside and wait for the wind and snow to get a little lesser, and then go to find Master.

Where the little giant mountain leans back, I only feel a trace of warmth. He couldn't help arching inside, but the arch was getting deeper and deeper, and the gap between the mountains was getting deeper and deeper. He simply turned around and squeezed in, continuing to walk in. At that time, although he was thin and weak, he was a beginner in the art of yoga, and if he was a little fat or an adult man, he would probably be stuck in it and unable to get in and out.

But he tossed and turned, and walked freely, when suddenly he turned forward and entered a grotto.

There are many scorpions, toads and the like painted on the four walls of this grotto, the huge mountain is so cold that it stomps its feet, and it is not time to look at the mural in detail, suddenly there is a loud "boom", the ground falls, and a 10,000-pound boulder falls on the top of the head......

The boulder blocked the exit above, and he only felt that it had fallen into another grotto underground.

Jushan's ears and eyes were extremely keen, and it was dark on all sides, but he suddenly heard a faint sound of "squeaking". Jushan had heard this sound during the military drill in Chang'an City, could it be the sound of a bow and crossbow machine spring? He hurriedly bent down and hid in the corner, and then with a muffled "buzz-" sound, hundreds of sharp arrows shot out in one salp.

Although he couldn't see anything, but fortunately he was shrinking in the corner, coupled with his short stature, he was only hit by an arrow, and he still couldn't help but let out a scream of "ah-". As if awakened by this miserable shout, countless small things crawled out of the stone walls on all sides......

The giant mountain screamed several times, and something stung him in the arm, pierced his thigh, and bit his ass......

Jushan had been bitten by poisonous insects and knew that this was a sign of poisoning.

At this time, I saw countless scorpions, toads, small snakes, spiders, and centipedes crawling out of the small holes in the stone wall...... They all gathered around him. Why can you see them in dark caves?

It turned out that these guys were shining on their own: scorpions with a green light, toads with golden light, small snakes with silver light, centipedes with blood red, and spiders with yellow colors, these colorful guys frantically swarmed ......

The giant mountain's hair stood on end, and he forgot the pain in his heart, and the overwhelming fear that made his heart clench.

In despair, he muttered to himself: "It's really a sea of bitterness, why did I come to this cave to feed these little poisons?" It's better to die outside and leave a whole corpse, and Master can still find me! Could it be that this is the legendary cocoon self-bondage......

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "bang" in his chest, and the poisonous insects around him were all bounced out, and a huge silkworm cocoon instantly swelled up, enveloping him. It turned out that the white silkworm he inadvertently rescued from the big gourd of Hugong that year was actually the "silkworm god" Ma Touniang of Middle Earth.

And when she leaves, the small silkworm cocoon left for the giant mountain, if it senses the master, the spell summoned is "cocoon self-binding", it can expand into a huge silkworm cocoon, wrapping the owner. This silkworm cocoon is not afraid of fire and water, it is as hard as cold iron, and it is enough to resist ordinary swords and weapons.

Those poisonous insects surround the cocoon and eat it, but how can they bite? There was another "buzz-" sound, and hundreds of sharp arrows flew out between the stone walls, and it was extremely terrifying to smash on the cocoon, and many poisonous insects were also shot to death, but the cocoon did not have a single crack.

Seeing that this silkworm cocoon was so miraculous, Jushan couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hid inside with some smugness for the rest of his life, and made a grimace at the poisons outside. He calmly pulled out the arrow on his body, tore off the strip of cloth from his sleeve to bandage the wound, and applied gold sore medicine, and finally had a trace of stability in his heart.

Those dark arrows seem to have run out, but these poisonous insects surrounded the cocoon and did not leave, he couldn't hide in it for the rest of his life, how could he get out?

Jushan was already very tired, and while thinking about how to get out, he simply lay down, and the big silkworm cocoon shook with his body. A flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and he had a plan: he suddenly pounced forward, and the egg-like cocoon rolled on the ground with his figure, and countless poisonous insects were crushed to pieces.

He was overjoyed in his heart, back and forth, rolling around, those poisonous insects finally died, and the rest fled without knowing where to go. Although this "get out" Dafa made him dizzy and even vomited up breakfast, it also saved his life.

There was a "boom", and the ground suddenly fell again. The giant mountain fell to the grotto on the next floor, where there was a glimmer of light, it turned out that there was a night pearl on the stone wall, but there was nothing in the grotto.

Seeing that there was no danger, the giant mountain wanted to come out of the cocoon, and even if he pulled out the dagger, he could not open the hard shell of cold iron. He slowly thought about it, how did this big cocoon change? His head replayed the picture frame by frame, and suddenly remembered the sentence "cocoon self-restraint", and suddenly in his heart, the messenger shouted: "Break the cocoon into a butterfly!" The big silkworm cocoon "bang" sounded, and sure enough, it shrank into a weak little silkworm cocoon and fell into his arms.

With the glimmer of the pearl of the night, he searched for a long time, this cave is indeed nothing special, but he saw that the ground in the middle was divided into nine square bricks, which were painted with gossip patterns: in the first row, the three bricks were: Xun, Li, and Kun; the second row, earthquake, medium, exchange; The third line, Gen, Kan, and Qian.

Jushan thought hard for a while and still had no clue, and said in his heart: Is it for me to solve the exam? He suddenly remembered that because of his trip with Nagarjuna this year, he was also glad to have missed the mid-year school exam. It seems that after all, there is no escape, even if you fall into the cave in this sacred mountain, you will still inevitably have an exam!

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of the "Nine Palace Bagua Footwork" that the master had taught, in fact, it was not difficult to break it. Tianzhu people are good at math, the change of the nine palace diagram is even more complicated, if it is the road of life and death: just change the position of the eight trigrams to three lines of numbers: four ninety-two, three five seven, eight one six, you start from the "one house" in turn, remember "singular number turn, even number reversal", until from the "nine palaces" out.

The giant mountain walked according to the law, entering from the "One Palace", leaving the hexagram from the "Nine Palaces......", and the stone brick of the "Nine Palaces" fell down with a "creak", revealing a hole that could only accommodate oneself. Although he was in danger, the giant mountain passed two levels in a row, and he was still very happy in his heart. The opening to the bottom of the cave shimmered, and the fear in his heart had long since been replaced by the curiosity of the boy.

He has been sick since he was a child, and Nagarjuna has often wept secretly, knowing that his life is short, and he only feels that life and death are impermanent, and instead of sitting and waiting for death, it is better to go down to the next level to see what happens.

In this cave, a monk has his back to him, as if he has settled down. Jushan snorted and said, "Master, it's polite." The monk remained motionless. He felt a little surprised, turned to the monk, only to see that his face was slightly fat, his face was smiling, his complexion was dark, but his eyes were hollow, his left hand was pinching the flower finger, pointing to the mural in front of him, and holding a dirty lotus bowl in his right hand...... Looking at his eyes carefully, there was no trace of divine light, and he shook his hand in front of him, but there was no response, and he had been dead for a long time.

Why did he die here? And why can the face remain the same?

The more Jushan looked at this person's face, the more familiar he became, only to see him raise his willow eyebrows, his ears to his shoulders, and two big earrings...... Although the robe on the corpse has been covered with dust, but can not hide the brilliance, it is decorated with gold, silver, glass, coral, clams, red beads, agate and other Buddhist seven treasures, just look at this robe to know that this person's status is extremely noble.

The giant mountain turned around the cave dozens of times, and there was no other exit. In the glimmer of the shining treasures on the robe, he saw that the stone wall of the cave was full of scriptures, which were actually the classics of the Honey Sect: the "Great Nikjing" and the "Diamond Sutra". There was no exit here, and his heart couldn't help but be anxious, and he suddenly remembered what Master had said: If you get lost, it is better to chant the sutras aloud, quit distracting thoughts, and be quiet to give birth to wisdom...... He couldn't help but read it aloud.

Although the giant mountain is lacking in qi, but this grotto is cramped and narrow, the sound of chanting rumbles and echoes in it, and a magical scene suddenly appears: the scripture handwriting on the stone wall actually begins to peel off one by one, and after a while, those handwriting is already mottled. In the end, only one word "day" remained on the stone wall.

He put his head on the word "day", which is called prostrating the great day...... Suddenly, the horizontal side of the word "day" slowly stretched out, and it turned out to be a dark dagger. He grabbed the handle of the dagger and turned it slightly, and a stone door was pushed open effortlessly, and this dagger turned out to be a doorknob!

He pulled the dagger and tried to pull it out, but he easily took it off the door, and under a closer look, there was a thin layer of fish scale forging on the knife body, which was simple and exquisite, and people couldn't put it down.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of "bang", and the dead monk behind him was like a needle pricking a leather ball, and collapsed in an instant, the original flesh and blood on his body had long been empty, and a man in the prime of life turned into a skinny skeleton in a blink of an eye, and the lotus bowl full of dirt rolled to the ground.