Chapter 197: Floating Dragon Mountain
Fulong Mountain is so strange that even sects that don't believe in gods and Buddhas are reluctant to open sects near Fulong Mountain.
However, if that yellow man can prepare this note in advance, I am afraid that he has long expected that someone will trouble them.
Things are becoming more and more confusing, is it the people from the Western Realm who have robbed the second prince?
Could it be that they are planning to make a detour from this Fulong Mountain to the west?
Wu Cheng thought about it carefully, although the strength of these two princes on the surface was the Imperial Spirit Realm, but his true strength Wu Cheng had explored it and properly accepted the Spirit Realm.
A spiritual realm can be taken away by someone, although there is a possibility of this.
But the premise is that the other party must know that he is in the spiritual realm.
Moreover, the reason why the second prince dared to chase him out at that time was that he must have something to rely on, alas... One word, messy.
When everyone arrived at Fulong Mountain, they could see a large dragon-shaped stone hovering and floating on the top of the mountain from a long distance, and the dragon's head was raised high and roared into the sky, full of might.
Everyone wondered, this stone sculpture is too real.
Ying Zhao's face showed a solemn expression, "This is a real dragon, it's just that it has been dead for too long and turned into a stone, but Shenwei is still there." ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone held their breath and stared, dragons also belong to the legendary level in this world.
If there are dragons in this world, everyone believes that after all, people can cultivate, and there are still many demon clans with the bloodline of divine beasts.
But if someone has ever seen a dragon, no one will believe it, because it's too unbelievable.
However, Ying Zhao said that the stone sculpture in front of him was actually a real dragon, which was even more incredible.
Wu Cheng looked at Ying Zhao, "Can you cover us?"
Ying Zhao shook his head, "No, I guess you have to cover us." ”
Wu Cheng has a black face, you talk a lot of, and if you don't do it, you will dump the pot, sker---
Wu Cheng looked at Suo Chen, "What does Your Highness say, should we go into the mountain to find out, or wait for them to come out." ”
Suo Chen called a child, "Hitomi, see if we can go in." ”
A child struggled out of a young man's arms, then stood above the man's head and looked out into the mountains.
"Your Highness, are you afraid of ghosts?"
"Since ancient times, people's hearts are unpredictable, and ghosts are easy to find, and I am afraid that they will do something. ”
"Then you can give it a try, follow me, don't lose it on the way, otherwise you will bear the consequences. ”
The child, Hitomi Kotomi, stood on top of his head and began to enter the mountain.
There were no farmers nearby, preaching how terrible the mountain was, and people couldn't go into the mess.
Because the mountain itself is a great terror, no one in the vicinity has ever dared to come.
Wu Cheng stopped everyone, and then glanced at Qing Hong, who looked at the mountain, and his face was solemn in an instant.
"It used to be an excellent feng shui treasure place, and an important person was buried, but it was moved, and now it has become a gathering place for ghosts and ghosts, and even the qi is a black grimace.
But fortunately, there is the divine dragon to suppress it, otherwise the ghost spirit here will be vented, and the consequences will be unimaginable. ”
Qing Hong glanced at everyone and continued, "The destination of our trip is unclear, and if this balance is upset and the ghost qi is vented, it will be a great karma.
The great karma is added, and ordinary people can't stand it. ”
Wu Cheng glanced around, and found that there were really no those who were good at the way of ghosts and gods in his group... It seems that there are too.
Wu Cheng looked down at the magic ring in his hand, the old man who was hidden in the ring back then was already the strength to enter the Holy Realm before his death, and he didn't let himself be killed after death.
Wu Cheng looked at Suo Chen, "Your Highness decides, if you enter, we will accompany you." ”
"If it was someone else who entered the mountain, I was naturally reluctant to take the risk, but this person was my second brother.
No matter what, you have to go in and walk around, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death. ”
"Since Your Highness has made up your mind, let's go. ”
In the process of entering, Wu Cheng left Fu Enmei, Jin Yanxi, and Stygian Jianhao outside, and only took Qinghong and Yingzhao to walk up the mountain.
The Fifth Highness also left more than 20 people, only bringing Ming Lao, Xiao Hitomi, Erhei, and Lao Yu.
On the way, Wu Cheng learned that this person named Xiao Tong was not unexpected, and he was also a bloodline mutant with a pair of baby eyes.
It is rumored that a baby's eyes are the purest eyes in the world and can see many things that adults can't.
Xiao Hitomi is this kind of bloodline, and she can see many things that ordinary people can't see, and the price is that it will always be a child's body.
As for the one called Erhei, he was a stupid black-faced strong man, even three degrees darker than Suo Chen.
Everyone chose a way into the forest, even though the sun was shining outside and the shadows of the trees were sparse, but after entering the forest, as long as they looked up, it was gray.
Xiao Hitomi could only see where the ghost qi was weaker, but he couldn't drive away the ghost qi, and he only hoped that his people would pass through quickly and not disturb them.
All the way around and stopped, but Xiao Hitomi's brows became more and more furrowed, "There is a sage in front of you." ”
魑魅魍魉 actually refers to three kinds of ghosts, of which 魑 is explained in the ancient Chinese dictionary "Shuowen": "If the dragon is yellow", which means a yellow monster like a dragon.
He harms people in the mountains and forests all year round, and some people call it a "mountain ghost".
Its image is somewhat similar to the "mantiss", one of the nine sons of the dragon, in the shape of a dragon, but there are no horns on its head.
Charm usually refers to a goblin who is good at transfiguration and confusing people's minds.
Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty who was known as the "poet ghost", once wrote in "Divine String Song": "The hundred-year-old owl has become a wood charm, and the laughter rises in the nest of blue fire." ”
Here he compares the hundred-year-old owl to a fine wood charm, which is easy to bring disasters to people, so he burns down its nest.
And the sprite usually refers to a water ghost.
In the Jin Dynasty's "Sou Shen Ji", it is recorded: "The Xiang clan had three sons in the past, and they died as plague ghosts.
One lives in the river water for the ghosts, one lives in the water for the ghosts, and the other lives in the palace, and the children are amazing children, and they are little ghosts. ”
It can be seen that the ghost who lives in Ruoshui is one of the sons of the Xiang clan, and it is good at making waves in the water.
After happily finishing these paragraphs, Xiao Hitomi set her eyes on Suo Chen.
Suo Chen said to the man called Erhei, "Let's be in other people's territory, try to value harmony, and always accompany you to talk to each other." ”
Isn't it true that you can only talk to living beings when you say good things? What is this Nima?
In fact, ghosts are also a type of living being.
A living organism is any individual that has active energy and can interact.
Translated, stones have power, but they can't interact with each other.
Animals, plants, ghosts, and demons, which can interact with the surrounding energy, are all considered living forms.
If living organisms are limited to living, then it can only be said that this conclusion is too narrow.
Hua Lao and Er Hei walked over, standing in front of a cloud of black gas, Lao Lao began to chatter, the black gas continued to surge, and a black sharp corner could be faintly seen stirring the black gas, obviously a little impatient.