This mountain stream lake is called Bawang Lake.

It is rumored that the former overlord once drank and bathed in this place, and killed the evil spirits in the center of the lake to get this name. I don't know if Xiang Yu has drunk and bathed here, but Wu Mourning did drink and bathe here, and after walking for two hours on the mountain road, it was a little stuffy in the mountains and forests.

The water of this lake is clear and refreshing, and the entrance is cold.

After leaving the mountains and forests, I can refresh the heat that pervades the mountains and forests, and also rush the miasma that may be contaminated on my body, so as not to say that when I continue to move, I will inadvertently pass it on to others.

The warrior is physically strong, full of qi and blood, and is not afraid of illness.

But not necessarily for ordinary people.

In the previous team, some of the hunters and explorers did not have martial arts cultivation, and if something happened to them, the journey to explore the treasure would inevitably be delayed.

What surprised Wu Mourning was Zhengyangzi, the magic of this pretty Taoist priest.

Although he didn't show any direct lethal power from beginning to end, he was very wonderful in some supports, such as helping everyone to walk in the wind, or easily removing dust and dirt from his body, and even giving Wu Mourning some strength increases when he opened the way.

Zhengyangzi is currently a strong support.

I don't know if I can fight it.

But it is true that the milk can be used.

The fact that the pretty Taoist priest generously undressed and bathed and proved that he was a man made some people in this team of men extremely disappointed, and a little unspeakably uncomfortable, probably because they felt that they were really ghosts, and they actually had feelings for men.

"Do you know where the scent of incense comes from?"

Shaking off the water droplets from his hair, Wu Mian patted the monk's strong and powerful biceps.

"And how do you practice this?"

"How do you know that the little monk has to carry the stone lock every day and do a full range of horizontal exercises." The monk suddenly raised his voice and put on a posture that showed off his muscles very much, which was really envious of others, and many men who were busy with their shirts next to him stayed away from him.

Wu mourned and stopped, and he suddenly didn't envy the monk's muscles.

Too much muscle can affect IQ.

"They've been here for three days, and nothing strange has happened in the meantime." Mafuko had already spoken to a warrior named Sledgehammer.

This sledgehammer is also a good warrior recruited by Mei Fuzi, who is honest and honest, and has done a very solid job in opening up the camp, without the slightest laziness. He said that nothing strange happened, that was indeed no strange thing, but they did perceive the smell of incense, and they couldn't fake it.

Just took care of himself in an orderly manner, put on the lotus crown again, and a beautiful man's appearance of Zhengyangzi walked over.

The monk simply asked him directly.

"Niubi, have you found anything, the cave is the strength of your niubi."

"Let's listen to the poor Tao slowly."

Zhengyangzi has already used a little bit of his own divine will to detect, this land vein and water vein does not say that there is a mountain ghost control, and there is no movement in the aspect of the gods, it seems that there is no god recognized by heaven and earth like the Chenghuang Yin Division, so it can only be attributed to the Yin God and ghosts.

Since the beginning of Kaizang, the natural gap between martial artists and demons and monsters has been erased.

That's about fighting.

But if you want to say some strange spells or magical powers, the martial artists who are extremely martial arts are inevitably unsatisfactory, after all, no matter how many spells you have, my blood will burn, my real strength will be booming, and I will solve it neatly, and I can finish the work and go home to have a hot meal.

The yin god haunts, I don't know where the wild god came from sleeping in the mountain stream, stimulated by the revival of the aura and waking up and going out, these obscene wild sacrifices are not uncommon in the land of Zhuxia. It's just that since the Later Song Dynasty, these obscene wild sacrifices have all been blown up, and the imperial court only recognizes the three religions of Buddhism and Confucianism.

However, considering that the purpose of their trip is to treasure the Japanese Kou, the Japanese people like to resist ghosts and gods, and take the path of yin and yang, maybe there was a so-called Shishen sleeping here at the beginning, and these demons and monsters also woke up under the stimulation of aura recovery.

"This place is a dragon's tail and a phoenix ear page, and the ghosts and gods left by the Japanese people cannot be too strong, otherwise they will be eaten by the leylines, and they will not have a hidden effect for a long time."

Zhengyangzi talked about the Tao, and even the monks who liked to lose money with him listened to it.

The Japanese were extinguished too soon.

Most of you may not know what it is.

For example, the Onmyoji, the Shikjin, the eight million gods, etc., it has long been out of the Taoist system and cut off from civilization. Even the Tantra in Tibet was suppressed and erased by the original people who implemented the concept of great unification, forcing it to go overseas, not to mention the inheritance of Fusang.

Wu Mourning also listened attentively.

Suddenly, he felt a hidden peep at his gaze, and immediately turned his head and stared away.

"Xinzhuo?"

Mei Fuzi, who had been paying attention to the movements around her, noticed Wu Mourning's sudden movements and showed an inquiring look.

"There is a peep, I don't know what the roots are." Wu Mian stared sharply in the direction he was looking at, and there were no ghosts and gods except for the crowd that was continuing to build.

"Got a peep?"

Zhengyangzi's expression suddenly became serious, he specialized in cultivating divine consciousness before opening Tibet, and his perception can be described as extremely keen, it makes no sense to say that a martial artist can sense it, but he can't sense it.

"It's well hidden, and I can't catch it. But if it comes up again, I should be able to narrow it down. Wu Mian withdrew his gaze, he already remembered the other party's feelings.

"There are no demons and gods......

Zhengyangzi subconsciously spoke, and immediately thought of something, closed his mouth and looked at Mei Zhuxing.

Although Mei Jiexing, who was shaking a fan, still looked so elegant, her eyes were already cold. He picks people, and if something goes wrong, he is responsible.

The four were silent for a moment.

"The little monk thinks that with the four of us, we can be careful on the road, and if we don't know the nature of the water, don't fall into the water when the time comes." The monk took the initiative to break the silence and proposed a compromise plan.

That's all there is to it.

Even if someone peeps, as long as I am strong enough, I am not afraid of any conspiracy, and there is no room for intrigue and intrigue in the mountains here.

The next step is the division of labor.

At first, the broken porcelain was washed out of the cave at the end of the cave by a flash torrent.

They prepared small boats.

The four of them worked in pairs, and one warrior took turns to take people by boat to explore the situation around the Bawang Lake and the cave. Three days at most, three days later, you will enter the cave, this scorching summer, Yunzhou territory is easy to suddenly rain heavily, then there will be a flash flood will be troublesome.

Even a martial artist, in the face of natural disasters, is not strong enough to a certain extent, and is as vulnerable as ordinary people.