Chapter 124:

Flying high all the way, Kunlun Mountain arrived in no time.
In Yuan Xiang'er's impression, the Kunlun Mountains are a thousand miles of green mountains with a cloud of sky. But when I got to the ground, I realized that only a few small hills could be seen at a glance. The red walls and eaves of the ancient view faintly appeared on the mountain col, and that was where the Qing Yi Taoist temple was located.
It is said that this place was once the dojo where the Patriarch of the Three Kings gained the Dao ascends. The surrounding people’s atmosphere of faith becomes stronger. The temples of the Three Kings, large and small, are more and more densely located in this area. Almost no matter the size of the town or the rural village, you can see different scales. Temple of the Three Kings.
As a disciple of Qingyi Sect, Qingyuan was inconvenient to fly over the temple of the ancestor, and led everyone to walk down the ground early.
"When I was young, Kunlun Mountain could still be seen from the outside. At that time, Kunlun Mountain was vast, with everything inside. Demons, humans, and ghosts all have their own living space. It can always be in the sky. Seeing the carriage that drives the beasts to fly by. The top powers with powerful spells are everywhere." Qingyuan pointed to the small mountain bags not far away, recalling the past of his childhood.
"But now the whole mountain has completely disappeared into the world. The entrance is more and more difficult to find. Now it is only the top of the mountain where our sect is located. The people here have gradually forgotten the appearance of Kunlun Mountain before, thinking that the so-called Kunlun is just such a hill."
Qingyuan led Yuan Xianger and others through the lively market, introducing them to the past and present of Kunlun Mountain, and various legends. But no matter how magnificent the legend is, this mountain range that once left a lot of color in history is in a period of complete withdrawal from the world of mankind and forgotten by mankind.
Yuan Xianger recalled her previous life. Although she didn't learn this subject very well in the field, she still remembered that in this area of ​​the mainland, it had indeed become a plain, and there were no towering mountains.
There are many vendors selling local specialty snacks in the market here. Yuan Xianger stopped to buy a snack called "Youbing".
The freshly fried noodles in the oil pan are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious. With fragrant soy milk, it is just perfect for early food. There are many customers sitting on the tables and chairs of the stall eating pancakes and soy milk. Yuan Xianger and others sat at a square table and waited.
Qing Yuanxing ran over happily, got close to Yuan Xiang'er, rolled up her sleeves and showed her. The sturdy arm was clearly printed with the marks of a row of fangs. Although there was no bleeding, it looked a little scary.
"Axiang, what you said is really useful. You see, Ahuang is not aggressive to me anymore." He raised his arm and looked left and right, almost laughing out loud, "He is reluctant to bite me anymore. Soon, you should be able to get along with me so affectionately with Wu Yuan."
Wu Yuan, who was immersed in eating the dried fish, meowed, how did she find this sentence a little strange. However, seeing Qingyuan honoring a lot of reserved snacks along the way, Wu Yuan decided not to care about this human being.
Although Qingyuan was very old, he only focused on raising apostles in captivity all his life. From a certain point of view, it was a bit sincere and lovely.
When the excitement passed, Qingyuan fell into depression again when he saw Yuan Xianger and the apostles sitting together at the table.
"Axiang, you look at me, you almost used the energy of serving your ancestors. He lowered his breath, poured tea and water, and took good care of me. Why am I inferior to you? Why is Ahuang still so cold to me."
The fragrant pancakes just came out of the pan, and the aroma aroused everyone's appetite. Yuan Xianger took the pancakes handed over by the boss and distributed them to everyone.
Behind their table stood a seven or eight-year-old boy. Although he was plainly dressed, his hands and face were clean and tidy, and his eyebrows were very beautiful. Seeing him staring at the cake in his hand, Yuan Xianger gave him a piece casually.
"Don't look at it, share it with you and take it to eat." Yuan Xianger smiled.
She took the soy milk that the boss had just brought, and first gave it to Qingyuan, who was still depressed.
"Senior, you have to think like this. If a person puts you in shackles, takes you free, uses you as an ankle, even if he is cold and warm to you every day, he helps you comb your hair and wash your face, and give you good food and drink, you will Can you like him? Cheng Huang is a monster by nature, and his attitude towards you can change so fast."
Qingyuan stayed for a while and touched his chin: "It's true...this is the truth. But everyone is like this. We have long been accustomed to it. Just like when we whip a horse, we no longer consider whether it is painful or humiliating."
"But then again, Axiang, you always think about the problem from a very special angle," Qingyuan holds oil cakes in one hand and warm soy milk in the other. "I sometimes feel that you don't seem to have grown up in the floating world. Girl. You are like a human from another world."
Cheng Huang walked slowly through the crowd, walked over, and sat down silently on the seat beside Du Shuo.
He is extremely tall, with a bee-armed waist, golden hair casually caught behind his head, three-dimensional features, and a showcasing temperament. It's just that there is a hostile color between his eyebrows, which makes him look a little too close. This was the first time that he appeared in everyone's sight as a human.
Qingyuan immediately pushed the bowl of soy milk that was about to be put on his lips, and said very dogmatically, "A Huang, you drink first."
Opposite the oil cake stall is a small Sanjun Temple. It was still early in the morning, the air was filled with morning mist, the temple was filled with cigarettes, and the pilgrim believers brought gold paper fruits for worship, chanting words, bowed and prayed.
Looking at it from this angle, one can see the statues of the Three Kings sitting on the altar, with low eyebrows and kind eyes, compassionate to the world, and solemn appearance.
Wu Yuan drank soy milk with dried fish, and looked at the believers who were chanting words, and was puzzled. "Axiang, you said that we have come along this way and have seen so many Sanjun temples, and every temple has so many people every day. Talking about it, this god-sir will not be able to listen to it if he understands the vastness of it?"
"Yeah, so when we have nothing to do, we should not cause trouble to Master Shenjun." Yuan Xianger said with a smile.
"I hear you."
An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the air.
When this sound sounded, the hustle and bustle around seemed to be quiet for a moment.
People are still those people, people are still walking around, talking to each other. Yuan Xianger could even clearly see Nan He turning his face to say something to her. Wu Yuan stood up and took the food on the table, Du Shuo handed a pair of cleaned chopsticks to Hu Qing, Qingyuan rolled up his sleeves and gave Cheng Huang Handing the oil cake, Cheng Huang and Dan Luo both showed disdain.
All this is right beside her, clearly visible.
But it seemed to be far away from her, she seemed to be isolated from this world, everything was like peeping through the screen, and she was just a bystander.
"I can hear everyone's voice, I can hear it clearly." The voice just sounded again.
Yuan Xianger turned his face and saw the little boy standing not far behind her.
He still wore the ordinary and plain cotton short coat and held the piece of cake Yuan Xianger gave in his hand. His brows were pure and clear, with a kind of compassion and holiness that saw through the world.
Such a look appeared on his face at a young age, and there was no sense of disobedience. There was even a kind of person who had to kneel down and worship.
"Who...who are you?" Yuan Xianger knew that he might have encountered another peculiar encounter.
"I'm the person you want to look for on this trip." The immature child voice sounded with a peculiar echo, and the boy smiled with a gentle eyebrow. "When I was a cultivator, they all called me Sanjun. Let me tell you this as my name."
"what."
Yuan Xianger was stunned. She flew all the way and ran so far, just to ask the world-recognized to teach. But she never expected that the majestic and dignified Sanjun Patriarch, who was molded in the temple, turned out to be such a boy.
The seemed to know what she was thinking, "I have left the flesh, into the state of ecstasy, dissolved in everything in the world, and everything in the world can be my incarnation. It is not restricted to a specific shape."
"It turns out to be... like this?"
Yuan Xiang'er was a little at a loss. According to the custom, shouldn't she give this great a kowtow? But even though she had lived in this era for so many years, she still hadn't developed the habit of kneeling, so she had to bow her sleeves and salute.
"I have seen Sanjun."
"You don't need to be polite, the three monarchs are just a term for the people of the world. I come to all the world, the thoughts and thoughts of all living beings, and the sorrow and suffering of all things. I don't know what I don't know." Looking at Yuan Xiang'er, "It's just that in this ever-changing world, why did you appear? You are like a rock suddenly appeared in the water, with a small body, but it has subtly changed the direction of the water without knowing it. Who are you? ?Where are you from?"
"Me?" Yuan Xiang'er opened her mouth, and the conversation with this was really wonderful. He was just two simple questions, but he didn't know why it hit Yuan Xiang'er's heart like a clear ringtone. Yuan Xiang'er meditated for a moment and felt like he Dao Xin faintly loosened, and it seemed that a breakthrough was about to occur.
She has been in this strange world for many years, and she has seen a lot of powerful and powerful abilities. If others don't say anything, they just say that her master Yu Yao is proficient in the art of fortune-telling and can pass to the future. But you can't be like this one, you can see through yourself from a different world at a glance.
Yuan Xiang'er thought for a while and answered him cautiously, "I don't know why I can come here. I come as far as the downstream of the stream, but in any case, I am still myself and I haven't changed."
"The junior came here specially today. The so-called matter is to ask you for advice. How can I get to Nanxun, thousands of miles away?"
Sanjun looked at her for a long while and suddenly said something that was nothing short of shocking to Yuan Xianger.
"Kunpeng was trapped in Nanxun. He did it voluntarily. You don't have to go, and you can't go."
"Do you know my master?" Yuan Xianger was anxious. She stretched out her hand, trying to grab the boy's sleeve. "Why did my master get trapped in Nanxun and why can't I go?"
The incarnation of the three monarchs collapsed in the air, and the snow-white and fine crystals scattered. The afterimage of his calm and calm smile stayed in the air for a moment, and finally disappeared into the smoky world.
As the crystals dispersed, the surrounding pictures immediately became vivid. The voices of people talking, the buzzing sound of pancakes coming off the pot, instantly returned to Yuan Xianger's mind.
"What's wrong. Axiang?" Nan He asked her up.
"I just saw it." Yuan Xiang'er still couldn't recover.
"See what?"
Yuan Xiang'er raised his eyes and looked at the huge idol sitting in the temple.
The author has something to say: to sort out the short stories of which characters have been written so far, Jin Yu-Hu Sanlang, Master-Shi Niang, Xianger-Nanhe, Wu Yuan-Wu Yuan's father, and Xiao Di-Li Sheng , MisogynyA Chun, Dr. Han’s husband and wife, hornsHan Tianyou, Zhou DeyunQiu YuemingDing Yan, Du ShuoHu Qing, Lishi’s Great AdventureEveryone in Chishi Town, Bai ZhuA Rong Shuling, Meng Zhang-Shi Huaiting, Shi Fu-Brother Shi Jun, Miao Dao-Master, Da Hua-Qiuer, Danluo-Su Bai, Qingyuan-Cheng Huang, Yuan Xianger-family , Wuwang-Nanhe.