"What's that place?"

Smoke Dance crouched on the monkey's back.

She wasn't really curious about where they were going, but it would be very depressing if the monkey didn't speak, and if she didn't speak.

She did not expect the monkey to answer her, because the monkey was mute.

Unexpectedly, the monkey suddenly stopped his pace, put Yan Xiaowu off his back, and helped Yan Xiaowu to squat on the ground.

Picked up a dead branch and put it in the palm of Yan Xiaowu's hand. The monkey held Yan Xiaowu's hand and wrote on the ground one by one.

Dry branches are used as pens, and scratches are ink.

"oblique ......"

"Moon ......"

"Three ......"

"Star ......"

"Cave ......"

Yan Xiaowu read softly.

"The Three-Star Cave of the Slanting Moon?"

If there was no gauze to cover her eyes, if her eyes were still there, Yan Xiaowu at this moment should be staring at the five words on the ground in a daze.

"What a strange name? Isn't the three stars of the slanting moon just a 'heart'? That place has something to do with the 'heart'? Aren't we going to cure the eyes?"

The monkey was shocked and stared at Yan Xiaowu incredulously.

Even the disciples of the Sanxing Cave may not understand the meaning of "Lingtai Fangcun" and "Three Stars of the Slanting Moon". Even the monkey had to understand the true meaning after half a year of enlightenment.

"What's wrong? Am I not right?" Or feeling the monkey's gaze, Yan Xiaowu looked like a child who had said the wrong thing, and her face was full of worry.

The monkey woke up from a dream and shook his head again and again.

With such an understanding, presumably Patriarch Bodhi will not let it go anyway.

......

The mountains are so big that they are almost endless.

In a flash, half a month has passed.

"Dumb, wait. ”

Yan Xiaowu suddenly stopped the monkey, poked out his nose and sniffed vigorously, his little face flushed, and said excitedly: "Huo Li! It's Huo Li's smell!"

"Dumb, you let me down. There's a fire growing around here, and you can help me pick it up. ”

Huo Li is an elixir, but no cultivator will take a fancy to it.

Huo Li grows in a damp place, but it gives birth to the essence of fire, and the effect of this essence of fire is not obvious when used for cultivation, and it is like chicken ribs. But it has a miraculous effect on cold poison. Therefore, although Huo Li is an elixir, it is basically used by mortals to treat typhoid fever and cold. A plant of fire is ground into a medicinal powder, which can be used as a 100 dose, which can be called a holy product.

"Ah~uh......"

The monkey shook his head.

When she went to the Sanxing Cave, her medical skills would not be used, and Huo Li, who treated mortal diseases, would naturally not be used.

As if sensing that the monkey was unhappy, Yan Xiaowu pushed the monkey and said coquettishly: "Go!

The monkey couldn't resist the smoke and dance, put down the medicine basket hanging on his chest, checked the surroundings, and after making sure that there was no danger, he walked towards a depression in front of him.

This is the confluence of several large mountains, and the terrain is low, and the water flows here and slowly accumulates into a depression.

Fortunately, there were still trees growing in the depression, and the monkey climbed the trees with agility, jumping and moving from tree to tree, towards the middle of the depression, a small tree with a length of red and a whole body.

Yan Xiaowu sat quietly on the stone, waiting for the monkey to return. Suddenly, I heard a singing voice from the depths of the forest. Yan Xiaowu listened attentively.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, and the clouds are in the valley. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, and the price is mediocre. will not be cunning, no honor and disgrace, and will prolong life calmly. Everywhere they meet, they are not immortals, they are Taoists, and they sit quietly and talk about "Yellow Court". ”

At the end of the song, a woodcutter in coarse linen came out of the deep forest, carrying a load of firewood on his shoulders and an iron axe pinned to his waist.

"What a 'meeting place, not immortal is the way!'"

Yan Xiaowu listened to the footsteps of the people approaching, and said with a smile: "In this way, the predecessor is the fairy in this mountain!"

The woodcutter put down the firewood: "Where and where, I am just a firewood-gatherer, this song is just sung by the gods in the mountains, one is to relax, and the other is to relieve difficulties." ”

"Since you know the gods in the mountains, why don't you practice with him?" Yan Xiaowu didn't believe it, his steps were heavy, and he was obviously not a cultivator.

"There is an old mother at home, who is sick in bed, and there is no one to serve her. The woodcutter said.

When the monkey heard the sound and saw someone, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't care about picking Huoli, so he turned around and hurriedly turned back, protecting Yan Xiaowu behind him.

"Ah~uh......" he gestured anxiously, staring at the woodcutter with a wary expression.

This is the depths of the mountains, and it is thousands of miles away from the edge of the nearest mountain range, so how can anyone run to such a deep place to cut wood? It takes ten days and a half to get out of the mountains smoothly.

Yan Xiaowu listened quietly to the monkey's roar, her good-looking brows gradually tightened, and she nodded at the monkey: "Dumb, I understand." ”

She poked her head out from behind the monkey, revealing some hostility:

"You are a dutiful son, but you go up the mountain to chop firewood once, and it takes more than a month to go home once, so you are not afraid that your old mother has three longs and two shorts?"

The monkey sneered.

When he saw the woodcutter, he always felt that something was wrong. His cultivation is gone, but his perception is still there. It's just that he still can't tell whether the woodcutter on the other side is a human or a demon, and whether he has cultivation or not?

That's very wrong.

When Yan Xiaowu asked this, the woodcutter was stunned.

The monkey took Yan Xiaowu's hand, picked up the medicine basket again, and was about to leave.

The monkey vaguely felt that it was better not to provoke this person.

By the time the woodcutter reacted, the two monkeys were already a few feet away.

"Wait. ”

The woodcutter took a step, and when the soles of his feet hit the ground, he appeared in front of the two monkeys.

The monkey's heart twitched, and without thinking, he pulled the golden rod out of his ear and grinned at the woodcutter.

His cultivation is not there, but the golden rod still has spirituality for him to drive.

"It shouldn't be like this. ”

The woodcutter said, "You should ask me, where does the fairy live? After I show you the way, you tell me to go with me, and I reprimand you for not understanding human language, I want to serve my mother, and I don't need to practice." ”

"This man is sick. ”

The monkey thought to himself, could it be that he had met a powerful madman.

"Then senior, where do the immortals live?"

Yan Xiaowu felt the aura of danger and asked cautiously following the woodcutter's words.

"You know, you know, this is going west, and you will be there in another seven or eight years. The woodcutter replied.

"Seven or eight years?" Yan Xiaowu looked at the monkey suspiciously, didn't she say, it's coming soon?

"Ah~ah!(Fart!)"

The monkey roared, obviously it would be seven or eight miles to Fangcun Mountain, how could it become seven or eight years? And the direction he pointed to was not the direction of Sanxingdong at all.

This man is here to entertain them, right?

Feeling the monkey's anger, Yan Xiaowu nervously hugged the monkey's arm, afraid that he would suddenly burst out.

She felt that the woodcutter's breath in front of her suddenly became as unfathomable as the sea and the starry sky.

"The poor monk didn't lie to you, this road, go straight for 90,000 miles, there is a mountain, called 'Spirit Mountain', and that is where you should go. ”

The woodcutter shook his body, and saw a middle-aged monk with golden light all over his body, like a bronze man, with his feet not touching the ground, his hands together, floating in front of them.