I saw that there was a dried blood stain on Mo Liqing's chest, and dozens of small off-white insects gnawed a big hole in his stomach, and his rotten internal organs were instantly exposed to the air, and the smell of corpses came to his face.

Mo Liqing's eyes were also gouged out, and a red nerve was attached to the white eyeball, extending from Mo Liqing's eye socket to his neck. Now, there were more than a dozen flies flapping their wings happily in the sockets of Mo Liqing's eyes, and under their bodies, there were white eggs.

Seeing such a tragic appearance, Sun Wukong's stomach turned upside down.

Yang Jian discovered Sun Wukong's abnormality, he quickly walked over, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but cover his nose.

Sun Wukong didn't want to see this corpse again, and he didn't want to smell the corpse again, so he waved his hand, and the lid of the coffin was closed again.

At this time, Yang Jian walked over, he took Sun Wukong's hand, and kept writing something on it.

"Erlang Zhenjun, do you mean that you knocked on the coffin before going to the inn, and at that time, Mo Liqing also gave you a response?" asked Sun Wukong.

Yang Jian nodded.

Judging by the extent of the corpse's decomposition, Mo Liqing has been dead for at least two days, but since Yang Jian left here to go to the inn in Yin Yang City, it has only been an hour or two, two hours ago, Mo Liqing was fine, but why did he die two hours later?

Wrong!

Sun Wukong suddenly realized a problem, that is, if this corpse was Mo Liqing's, then he should have been scattered a long time ago, that is............ This corpse is actually the corpse of Mo Liqing's second personality!

This can be determined.

There are a few points that don't make sense.

First of all, according to what Yang Jian said, Mo Liqing has been lying in the coffin since two days ago, and he has not gone out during this period, that is to say, the Mo Liqing that Sun Wukong saw in Yin Yang City yesterday is actually his second personality. Then the question is, the corpse in front of him has been dead for at least two days, in other words, Mo Liqing's second personality has died two days ago, so who is it he saw in the inn? Is it Mo Liqing? or his second personality?

Second, if this corpse is the second personality of the Mo Liqing, then who killed his second personality, and where is the real Mo Liqing?

These two questions appeared in Sun Wukong's mind at once, and he thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out.

A cold wind blew and pulled Sun Wukong out of his thoughts.

At this time, Yang Jian also handed over the paper in his hand.

It reads: Great Sage, a month ago, the little god met the demon Liqing in the "Lion Pass". These days, he also often goes to the "lion's pass". According to the little god, let's go to the "Lion's Pass" and maybe find something.

Sun Wukong rubbed the paper in his hand, and then said: "Erlang Zhenjun, since this is the case, let's go to the lion's pass." ”

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Thirty miles east of the cemetery, Lion's Pass.

The silent col was deserted, and a winding path ran through the col, and on both sides of the path were dim oil lamps, and the wind blew, and the dim lamps swayed in the wind, as if they were about to be extinguished.

A dry lake is overgrown with lush weeds, and some of the water occasionally seeps out with a "poof" sound.

Not far from the mouth of the mountain pass, there is a row of stone walls, which are as smooth as a mirror, slippery and cool to the touch, and I don't know what they are for.

Sun Wukong and Yang Jian bypassed this row of stone walls and entered the Lion's Valley.

The two of them kept walking forward on the path, and with each step they took brought a gust of wind from their feet, which, though not too strong, blew out the oil lamps. The strange thing is that although the oil lamp is off, it will automatically turn on again in the next second.

Although this oil lamp is not bright, it is enough to illuminate the lion's pass, because there are too many oil lamps.

The Lion's Pass was empty, and there was nothing left but the weeds in the lake.

The atmosphere around was a bit oppressive.

"Erlang Zhenjun, is it here that you met the Growth Heavenly King Demon Liqing?" Sun Wukong broke the silence.

Yang Jian nodded, and then pointed ahead, he seemed to say, "Great Sage, it was in that place that the little god met Mo Liqing. ”

Sun Wukong pulled Yang Jian, and instantly flew to the place Yang Jian pointed to.

It's just an open space.

But this clearing is a little different from the others, because a pink flower grows out of the middle of the clearing.

This is an ordinary flower, although it is ordinary, but it adds a touch of vitality and color to the lifeless lion's pass.

Yang Jian took out a pen and paper and wrote on it, and then he handed the paper in his hand to Sun Wukong:

Great Sage, at that time, Mo Liqing was meditating in this clearing.

"Erlang Zhenjun, this lion's col is just a small mountain col, and you can see it at a glance when you fly in the sky, how can you hide people in this palm-sized place?" asked Sun Wukong.

Yang Jian wrote on the paper again:

Great Sage, although this lion's col can't hide people, don't forget, the people we are looking for are immortals, and if the immortals want to hide, then there are many more ways.

"Erlang Zhenjun, do you think the immortals of the Heavenly Court are hiding here?" asked Sun Wukong.

Yang Jian wrote:

The little god didn't say that, the little god just thought it was a possibility.

Sun Wukong thought carefully about Yang Jian's words, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, and countless golden lights came out of his eyes.

Under the light of fiery eyes, everything here is the same as it is, nothing has changed.

Nothing out of the ordinary here, it seems.

But at the moment when Sun Wukong collected his eyes, he suddenly found that the flower under his feet was gone!

Yang Jian handed the paper in his hand to Sun Wukong, which read:

Great Sage, have you found anything?

Sun Wukong shook his head and said, "There is nothing unusual about this lion's pass, let's go." ”

Yang Jian seemed to want to say something, he picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, but in the end he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the weeds.

Just as the two were about to leave here, Sun Wukong's afterglow happened to catch a glimpse of an angler wearing a hat sitting by the dry lake. Saw. In his hand he held a long fishing rod with neither bait nor hook on it.

This angler, Sun Wukong is so familiar!

He immediately searched in his mind, and the pictures of the past were like blank pieces of paper in Sun Wukong's mind quickly, and after turning for a while, the picture stopped, and Sun Wukong's memory of the angler was also awakened at this moment.

This angler is the same angler that Sun Wukong saw when he first arrived in the Mongolian realm!

They wore the same hats, held the same fishing rods, and even sat identically.

"Erlang Zhenjun!" Sun Wukong grabbed Yang Jian, who was walking in front.

Yang Jian turned his head in surprise and winked at Sun Wukong, as if asking, "Great Sage, what's wrong?"

"Erlang Zhenjun, look at that angler. Sun Wukong pointed behind him.

Yang Jian followed the direction he was pointing, but the expression on his face became even more puzzled, he spread his hands, as if to say, "Great Sage, what are you letting me see? Where are there any anglers?"

Sun Wukong immediately understood what Yang Jian meant, and he quickly turned around.

Behind him............ Nothing!

The angler who was sitting on the edge of the lake just now disappeared under his nose!

Sun Wukong rubbed his eyes in disbelief, he once suspected that he had seen it wrong, but there was really nothing by the lake.

Sun Wukong was directly stunned in place, in just a few seconds, the person who could suddenly appear in front of his eyes, and disappear from his eyes silently, and he could not notice it, then this person was really terrifying.

Perhaps, the angler didn't exist at all?

Sun Wukong was taken aback by this sudden thought, if the angler didn't exist at all, then what did he just see? Is it a hallucination? or ............

At this time, Sun Wukong felt that he had been patted by someone, and it was this moment that pulled him back to reality.

Yang Jian handed over the paper in his hand:

Great Sage, what's wrong with you? Did you find something?

"Erlang Zhenjun, my old grandson ............" But Sun Wukong stopped again, because he didn't know how to tell Yang Jian.

After a while, Sun Wukong shook his head again and said, "It's nothing, maybe it's really Lao Sun's mistake, let's go." ”

However, just when Sun Wukong was stunned, Yang Jian behind him disappeared!

Sun Wukong's back immediately broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and he shouted loudly: "Erlang Zhenjun!"

"Scratching ............ "Suddenly there was a sound in the weeds!"............

Sun Wukong's heart suddenly lifted, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the golden hoop stick appeared in his hand.

Sun Wukong clutched the golden hoop stick tightly and cautiously leaned towards the weeds.

"Scratching ............ "The strange sound is getting louder ............and louder.

Sun Wukong finally moved to the weeds.

At this moment, a man "swooped" out of the weeds.

This man is ............ Yang Jian!

"Huh" Sun Wukong breathed a sigh ............of relief and said to Yang Jian: "Erlang Zhenjun, you scared my old grandson to death, what are you doing in this weed?"

Yang Jian handed the things in his hand and a piece of paper to Sun Wukong at the same time.

What he has in his hands is............ An empty hoist.

And the paper reads:

Great Sage, don't you think this gourd is very familiar?

Hearing Yang Jian say this, Sun Wukong also felt that the empty gourd in his hand was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this gourd for a while.

He took the gourd and paced in place, but after walking round and round, he still didn't remember where he had seen it.

At this moment, Yang Jian handed over another piece of paper, and there were only four words on it: Taishang Laojun.

"That's right!" Sun Wukong clapped his hands and said: "This is the gourd that Taishang Laojun used to hold the elixir, how did Lao Sun forget!"

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong: how could Taishang Laojun's gourd appear in the Mongolian realm?

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian, who also had a puzzled expression.

Sun Wukong fell into deep thought again............

Thinking about it, such a passage suddenly appeared in his mind: Master was in a hurry when he left, and he also took the gourd containing the elixir away. Because a few days ago it was the Pan Tao Festival, the master brought all the elixir to the Pan Tao Festival, and now there is no more elixir in the Tushi Palace, and what he took away was an empty gourd............