It is said that Li Mu and the three of them have eaten Li Zhuang's white meat, and their Taoism has improved slightly.

After more than a hundred years of walking in the northeast direction, they finally saw the majestic Buzhou Mountain in the distance.

Buzhou Mountain is a sacred mountain illuminated by the fire of the ancient heavens, and it is naturally different from other places.

Not to mention the verdant mountains and the rare birds and beasts that can be seen everywhere, it is the empty and flexible breath in the air that makes people yearn for it.

Li Mu Shi Ran took one step and stepped on the mountain rock a hundred and ten zhang high, and from the foot of the mountain, it was already a little small.

But Li Mu looked up, and he still couldn't see the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Lu Zhenren and Mingshan Daoren also hurriedly followed, and the three of them stepped towards the top together.

More than 100 years have passed.

The fierce wind was blowing along the cliff, and Li Mu and the three of them each picked an old vine to make a cane, and walked upward with difficulty.

The height of this mountain is beyond their imagination.

There are no mountains in the world that can be compared!

The three of them couldn't help but feel such a feeling in their hearts.

It's a matter of course.

In order to build Buzhou Mountain, Zhang Zifan used five green bricks!

The height of this Buzhou Mountain is almost to Zhang Zifan's knees, and it is the highest peak in the world!

Such a high mountain and dangerous peak is a rather difficult journey for a loose cultivator like Li Mu and others.

But fortunately, this is not Zhoushan evergreen all year round, even if Li Mu and others have walked for more than a hundred years, they still have not encountered the snow line.

Because of this, they can eat tree bark, gnaw grass roots, and occasionally catch a rabbit and make a tooth sacrifice so that they will not starve and cold.

When they finally reached the summit, they knew that they had reached the top of Buzhou Mountain.

But here, what they saw was an empty meadow, with only a few old cows grazing leisurely.

The legendary Pangu True Temple is nowhere to be seen, and the ethereal Zixiao Palace is not to be seen.

There was only a long and muffled thunder that made people shudder.

The three of them stared at each other, and then they remembered that Hongjun Daozu seemed to be saying that Zixiao Palace was located thirty-three days away on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Outside these thirty-three days, is it literal?

That is, at the very high of the upper dome?

But how to go outside the thirty-three days, Hongjun Daozu did not say it explicitly.

Do you have to rely on flying in the sky?

The three of them were a little uncertain in their hearts.

When I climbed Buzhou Mountain, I had already encountered such a violent wind, and if I went up for another 33 days, wouldn't I be blown apart?

Just as they hesitated and were about to try to ride the clouds, a large, colorful bird fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

Ji Xuan turned back into a human form, and said to himself with some annoyance: "If I can still turn back into my real body, I have to peck it through in one bite in the past thirty-three days!"

It turned out that Ji Xuan's body was the first big rooster between heaven and earth, ten thousand feet tall, and an iron mouth could break the sun and the moon, and he was extremely strong.

Originally, Ji Xuan was transformed into a meritorious person, which was a good thing with benefits and no harm.

He can live and fight in human form on weekdays, and if he encounters a death match, he will transform back into the true body of the five-colored god chicken, and he will look like heaven and earth, which is extremely terrifying.

But Ji Xuan's luck is really not good.

When the merit descends and transforms into a human form, it should be a perfect energy infusion.

But Ji Xuan, who was not enlightened and was dying, was bitten on the ass by an old bald donkey.

The buttocks are the place where the human body reincarnates, and it is also the place where the daily weight is bearing, and it is the most undegradable place.

The buttocks were bitten by the old bald donkey, and Ji Xuan's original opportunity to perfect the transformation became unsatisfactory.

More than half of his divine power leaked out.

And a small part of the divine power that leaked out was swallowed by the Wudu Zen Master, and most of it was scattered and wasted by the wind.

Therefore, although she is a Buddha mother, Ji Xuan really hates those two old bald donkeys.

This time, he came to Buzhou Mountain to seek Taoism, and he wanted to fly thirty-three days away with the true body of the five-colored divine chicken, and go to Daozu to complain.

But roosters are not good at flying.

In addition, the divine power has been discharged, and the size of the rooster that Ji Xuan has become is too small, and it can't flutter for thirty-three days at all.

Even, after only flying for a few days, he fell down and fell into the mud.

Feeling disgraced, the chicken scolded and left.

Li Mu and the two brothers, you look at me, I look at you, they are all silent.

Such an ancient beast with wings can't fly up, how can these three little cultivators go to the sky to seek the Tao?

Just as they were in a state of embarrassment, the extremely long thunder suddenly stopped.

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On a lazy morning, the early winter sun slanted into the small courtyard and also shone on the face of Zhang Zifan, who was lying on a rocking chair and dozing.

If this young and handsome face is not saliva at the corner of the mouth, with snoring like thunder, this should be a very beautiful picture.

In the courtyard world, the sound outside the small courtyard is generally not transmitted.

Otherwise, the giant's whispers would have to drive them crazy.

However, Zhang Zifan's snoring seemed to be judged by the system to be harmless noise, so it turned into rolling thunder and resounded on the top of Buzhou Mountain for hundreds of years.

Like a daily follower, the little Taoist boy behind Zhang Zifan tiptoed to his side and gently covered him with the woolen blanket in his hand.

"Brother, I'm kidding!"

Zhang Zifan danced with his hands, with a hint of trepidation on his face, "I really didn't hang up, how can the system be regarded as hanging!"

He woke up from a nightmare!

Xiao Daotong tilted his head, a little overwhelmed.

It must be hard for the priest to find a better way to make offerings every day, right?

Maybe I didn't sleep all the way last night.

Otherwise, why would such a good morning and afternoon be used for sleeping?

Seeing that he was at a loss, he must have been thinking about the sacrifice in his dream......

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