Heaven and earth spiritual root.

Under the blue sky, the peach grove is full of flowers, and the sound of the seven-colored sweet spring water not far away does not wake up Nuwa who is resting, she is like a white jade statue, lying on her side on the bed full of flowers, and the Yin Ice Beast and the Yang Fire Beast are lying at their feet and sleeping soundly.

There is no nail here, and the year is known after all the flowers.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a soft footstep in the woods.

The Yin Ice Beast woke up alertly, sniffed towards the peach forest, and stood up, while the Yang Fire Beast also raised its huge head and looked at the woods.

I saw a tall figure slowly pacing here, he was dressed in a gold-woven over-the-shoulder satin robe, the cuffs and collar were embroidered with strange blood-red cloud patterns, revealing a fierce aura to the sky, his eyes were cold, his eyebrows were in the sideburns, his cheekbones were high, his short beard was short, his lips were as thin as paper, his face was expressionless, and he was as stiff as a dead man.

Nuwa opened her phoenix eyes, saw this person approaching, sat up, was surprised and delighted, and said, "You, are you back?"

The man stood still in front of Nuwa, the Yin Ice Beast and the Yang Fire Beast crouching down, roaring at the comer, but they were afraid of the pressing aura and did not dare to approach.

"Why, shouldn't I come back?" the man's tone was as cold as ice.

Nuwa felt the cold chill and said angrily: "How many years have you been, and the resentment in your heart has not subsided?"

"Resentment?!How dare I have resentment!" The man turned around, looked around, and said loudly: "Destiny is destined, I have nothing to say, it's just that I don't understand, why don't even you believe me?"

Nuwa shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "If I say I believe you, will you forgive us?"

"Hahahaha!" The man turned his head and looked at Nuwa with tears on her face, her eyes were like two ice swords, which pierced Nuwa's heart deeply, but she said disapprerovantly: "How to forgive, what if you don't forgive, it's been three thousand years, you look at the spiritual root of this heaven and earth, the sweet spring is quiet, the peach forest flowers are falling, I think the heavenly realm is ten thousand times more comfortable than here, heh, you should really go to Xudu Mountain to see, blow the cold wind of hell there, listen to the wailing and screaming of those evil ghosts who have been punished for iniquity, there is no moment of silence, and those people and demons, yakshas, demons, Monsters, bloodthirsty and ruthless—"

"Don't say it, are you coming back to tell me this?" Nuwa got up from the bed, wiped the tears from her face, and clenched her fists.

The man sneered, sighed, and said word by word: "I don't want to do anything, I just want things to return to the way they should be, and the humiliation I have suffered should be returned to him doubly, which is also the destiny of heaven, the destiny of heaven!"

"Someone will stop you. ”

"Stop me? Why? With that "Ghost Recording Book"?" The arrogant eyes of the person who came swept over the Yin Ice Beast and the Yang Fire Beast, the two beasts roared angrily, he was unmoved, "I have waited for three thousand years, I know that day is getting closer and closer, who can stop me?!

Nuwa wanted to speak to dissuade her, but the man's body had already turned into a black mist and disappeared into the air, silently, just as he had come.

What should come will come after all. Nuwa let out a breath and looked up to see that under the purple sky, there was a faint shadow spreading in the air, like a black wound, still intensifying and rupturing.

Before leaving, Liu Lao Dao told him that he must remember the rules of the Taoist sect in stone, and he must not be reckless, let alone hurt people for no reason, and the stone agreed one by one, took his bags, said goodbye to the master, and Liu Dianzong and his party went down to Maoshan Mountain.

According to the plan, they first went south from Jurong County, from the waterway to Liyang County, and then along the official road to the south, and then entered the territory of Zhejiang in a few days, Liu Dianzong and the other sects agreed to gather in Huzhou Mansion, and then went to the vicinity of Hangzhou to find out the news of the White Lotus Sect, and then notified the heads of the factions in order to formulate a countermeasure.

The four people who pretended to be ordinary passers-by came to Jurong County, passing by the Chengnan Market, and the vendors on the side of the road greeted the stones warmly when they saw them, and the stones returned the salutes one by one.

Passing by a baked cake stall, the stall owner is a lame king Erbao from the north, aged about seventy years old, with a little grandson who makes a living by running this business, when he saw the stone, he greeted him with a smile, and greeted the stone through the baked cake stove: "Little Master Stone, where are you going to do things, just baked hot baked cakes, take two of them." Seven-year-old grandson Xiaohu was burning a fire in the back furnace, heard the name of the stone, poked his head out, smiled at the stone, but made a grimace at the other four, Zhang Ruyi laughed out loud, and the other three had a burst of disgust on their faces.

"Uncle Wang, I'm going to go on a long trip. As he spoke, the stone took out two pennies from his bosom, put them on the case, and said, "Here are five baked cakes." ”

Wang Erbao quickly wrapped the five hot baked cakes in paper and handed them to the stone, but he didn't plan to collect the money, and said: "Little master Shi, go to go, the old man will definitely go up the mountain to visit Liu Daoye if he is free, the business capital of this stall depends on the help of Guanzhong, a few baked cakes are not worth collecting money, little master take it quickly!"

The stone took the baked cake and turned to leave, and behind him, Wang Laohan had to accept the money, looked at the back of the stone and nodded in praise.

After walking a few steps, the stone handed the baked cakes in his hand to the four people one by one, but unexpectedly, only Zhang Ruyi accepted it, and Liu Dianzong said: "Thank you Meiyi, it's just that my throat has been dry recently, and I can't eat such dry things." ”

Wu Yiming raised his nose and said, "I never eat such street omnivorous." Liao Birui also said: "If you want to eat yourself, that old man is rude and pickled, what good things can he make." ”

Zhang Ruyi didn't care how the three of them ridiculed the baked cakes in the hands of the stone, walked side by side with the stone, ate the crispy and delicious baked cakes, and praised them.

In an embarrassing atmosphere, several people came to the ferry port in the east of the city, took a ferry, and went down the river.

The ferry boat was in a simple shape, with a bottom and no cover, and could only ferry people, but could not stay overnight, and needed to stop at the villages and towns along the coast in the evening, and spend the night before continuing to travel.

There are no decent seats on the ship, only a few rows of long wooden benches, and the passengers, men and women, old and young, are crowded together, looking at the appearance of those people, their clothes are shabby, their faces are hungry, and eighty percent of them are refugees fleeing the famine, but for some reason they have to go to Zhejiang, where the famine is most severe.

The boatman was shirtless, showing his strong muscles, and rocked the boat, and the ferry floated and moved forward.

Several people were originally crowded on the bench to sit, the stone saw a ragged beggar lying next to the boat gang, I don't know whether it was a man or a woman, his face was full of mud, unkempt, and his body was weak, and his compassion rose for a while, so he gave up his seat to the beggar, and the beggar did not speak, and sat down on the bench, and the stone came to the stern of the boat and sat down, looking at the sparkling river, blowing a breeze, Zhang Ruyi sat silently beside the stone, Liu Dianzong and others were still sitting at the end of the wooden bench, and the beggar was crowded together, provoking Wu Yiming, Liao Birui complained in her heart.