Unknowingly, the Taoist priests near Jiang Fuyuan and Zhong Liefeng walked faster and faster, and a vacuum isolation zone formed around them. If an uninformed person looked at them from a distance, they would think they were following them. Only people in the Tao Palace can be so clear-cut.
Jiang Fuyuan happily kept her distance from them, not caring why they were in such a hurry.
When they almost arrived at the dragon's head, everyone's attention was focused on the direction of the dragon's eye. No one noticed that Wen Jinhe quietly touched Jiang Fuyuan and whispered: "If you encounter a monster later, just go into the crowd. Run away, as the saying goes, we all need help when we are in trouble..."
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him strangely, interrupted him and said, "Why should I run into the crowd? Do I hate that no one is holding me back?"
If a monster really appeared, she might as well go alone, at least she wouldn't have to worry about the safety of these little cow noses.
Wen Jinhe:......
The top of the mountain where Longan is located is different from other mountains. The further you go to the top, the higher the temperature becomes.
There is obviously plenty of spiritual energy, but being there is not relaxing at all. As far as the eye can see, the trees are dry and the ground is cracked. Even though it is the coldest month of winter, everyone is sweating.
Some Taoist priests who are intolerant of heat have already begun to shake the sleeves of their robes in the wind, trying to fan out a little bit of coolness.
Wen Jinhe wiped his sweat and whispered: "It's so hot, it's almost the dog days of summer. If I hadn't known that this is the location of the longan, I would have suspected that someone had practiced a drought demon here..."
Dragon belongs to water, so it has a natural restraint effect on fire-attributed drought demons. In addition, longan has been associated with springs since ancient times. Therefore, refining drought demons in the longan position is tantamount to digging a well on the top of a mountain, making it more difficult for oneself.
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him: "Don't be so talkative."
Wen Jinhe pursed his lips: "Isn't this a reasonable guess? Otherwise, why would it be so dry and hot here..."
"Cough-cough-"
A Taoist priest stood two meters away, keeping a distance from Jiang Fuyuan, and very deliberately attracted Wen Jinhe's attention. Seeing him looking up at him, the Taoist priest cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Master Jinhe, the palace master is calling you."
Wen Jinhe: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Just after taking two steps, he turned back and winked at Jiang Fuyuan, and said silently with his lips: "We share the same worries and help each other."
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyes to look at him, her face darkened, and she saw a cloud of black energy between Wen Jinhe's eyebrows.
Not just now...
Before she could speak, Gu Qing's voice suddenly came from the front of the team.
"There is a formation!"
Everyone's expressions changed, and Wen Jinhe immediately strode towards his master.
There was a deep arc-shaped crack where Gu Qing stopped. If you look carefully, you will find that there are more subtle cracks above the arc-shaped crack. These cracks are crisscrossed and combined in a strange pattern. Anyone with a little knowledge of the law can tell at a glance that this is by no means a naturally formed trace.
But no one could tell what the specific formation was for the moment.
Wen Jinhe stood behind Gu Qing, raised his head and looked around, and suddenly saw a brown thing on the tree not far away.
He quickly pointed to the right front and shouted: "There is a bird over there!"
As they walked, there was only ever-changing scenery of vegetation, and this bird was the first living thing they encountered other than hunters.
The bird looks about the size of two hands, round and round, with brown feathers wrapped around its body, making it difficult to tell whether it is facing the crowd or with its back.
Wen Jinhe curiously took two steps toward the tree where the bird was: "What kind of bird is this? Why is it in the dragon's eye position? Could it be a spirit..."
Before he finished speaking, the bird suddenly moved slowly, and a human face with four eyes protruded from the brown feathers.
"Yongyong——"
The palm-sized face opened its mouth and screamed strange sounds, while its dark eyes stared straight at Wen Jinhe.
Jiang Fuyuan was shocked: "It's Yong! Come back quickly!"
Wen Jinhe wanted to retreat, but in the next second, a brown feather shot out from behind Yong's ear and pierced his chest directly.
"Golden Crane!"/"Taoist Priest Golden Crane!" The feather seemed to have great power. The moment it passed through his chest, it directly took his body flying up, fell back half a meter, and was nailed to the ground.
Blood spurted out from the wound, staining the ground beneath Wen Jinhe red.
Zhong Lianfeng reacted very quickly and ran to Wen Jinhe's side. After looking at his wounds, he immediately pressed his hands on several places on his chest.
"It's not critical, it can still be saved."
He suffered too many injuries on the battlefield, and he self-medicated for a long time. He judged the injury quickly and accurately. Fortunately, he pressed several key acupuncture points, and the bleeding speed of Wen Jinhe's wound was quickly controlled.
"Lianfeng, be careful!"
Jiang Fuyuan's voice sounded from behind him, and at the same time, several strong winds blew, and it was Yong's feathers.
Zhong Lianfeng grabbed Wen Jinhe's shoulder, threw him over his shoulder like a sack, and turned sideways to avoid the feather attack.
Snap, snap, snap—the four feathers were nailed to the place where he stood just now, causing a burst of dust to fly.
"There's something wrong with this formation." Gu Qing's voice sounded not far away, "It looks like the Soul Gathering Shangqing Formation!"
Jiang Fuyuan turned his head and saw Gu Qing biting his fingertips and directly drawing a blood curse on the arc-shaped gap. Then he made a secret with his left hand and turned his right hand into a vertical palm, slashing hard at the blood curse.
The moment the palm blade hit the blood curse, the monster on the tree screamed twice, shook its body and twitched. After a while, the round bird fell from the branch, kicked its legs on the ground, and stopped moving after a while.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The crisis was over, and the small discussions began to continue again.
"As expected of the palace master, the monster is dead now."
"We still have to look at our Palace Master at critical times. Unlike some people who usually talk loudly, in fact..."
"Stop talking, the Palace Master is a real person. How can someone who worships the evil god be compared to the Palace Master?"
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids, walked through the crowd expressionlessly, and walked to the formation.
She looked down at the cracked and barren ground.
This formation looks familiar.
Chi Xinsu walked to her side and frowned: "Isn't this the pattern on the talisman that you drew in a competition with Jin Hexian?"
Gu Qing snorted: "It is indeed the Spirit Gathering Shangqing Formation. Only when someone uses this formation to gather dragon vein spiritual energy will they attract strange beasts."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu Mu, the Shangqing Talisman is a Taoist secret method. It is only recorded in the secret book. If I remember correctly, you and Jin He are the only ones here who have carefully observed the rune patterns."
Rune patterns and formations are all connected. Talented people can understand formations with the same effect just based on the direction of the rune patterns. And with Jiang Fuyuan's ability, he wants to turn the super clear talisman into a spiritual gathering super clear formation. It's a breeze.
Immediately a Taoist priest shouted: "It is indeed you!"
"Only you and Taoist Priest Jinhe will know the Qing Fu. Taoist Priest Jinhe has been practicing Taoism with us in the Taoist Palace before, so only you have the opportunity to set up a grand formation here!"
"You worship evil gods and set up formations to raise monster beasts. What on earth do you want to do!"
Chi Xinsu immediately retorted: "It must be a frame-up. Ci Zhan would not do such a thing."
"His Royal Highness King Xin, do you still want to protect this witch to this day?" A Taoist priest shouted loudly, "Who else could it be if it wasn't her?"
Listening to their noise, Jiang Fuyuan snorted coldly and said lazily: "Of course there are still people who know the Qing Fu."
She slowly moved her gaze to Gu Qing: "Didn't he provide the original pattern of the Shangqing talisman that Monkey and I drew? If there is any suspicion, Lao Niubi is the most suspicious."
①Yong, from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".Original text: There is a bird, which looks like an owl. It has a human face with four eyes and ears. Its name is Yong, and its cry is its own trumpet. When you see it, there will be a severe drought in the world.
Jiang Fuyuan happily kept her distance from them, not caring why they were in such a hurry.
When they almost arrived at the dragon's head, everyone's attention was focused on the direction of the dragon's eye. No one noticed that Wen Jinhe quietly touched Jiang Fuyuan and whispered: "If you encounter a monster later, just go into the crowd. Run away, as the saying goes, we all need help when we are in trouble..."
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him strangely, interrupted him and said, "Why should I run into the crowd? Do I hate that no one is holding me back?"
If a monster really appeared, she might as well go alone, at least she wouldn't have to worry about the safety of these little cow noses.
Wen Jinhe:......
The top of the mountain where Longan is located is different from other mountains. The further you go to the top, the higher the temperature becomes.
There is obviously plenty of spiritual energy, but being there is not relaxing at all. As far as the eye can see, the trees are dry and the ground is cracked. Even though it is the coldest month of winter, everyone is sweating.
Some Taoist priests who are intolerant of heat have already begun to shake the sleeves of their robes in the wind, trying to fan out a little bit of coolness.
Wen Jinhe wiped his sweat and whispered: "It's so hot, it's almost the dog days of summer. If I hadn't known that this is the location of the longan, I would have suspected that someone had practiced a drought demon here..."
Dragon belongs to water, so it has a natural restraint effect on fire-attributed drought demons. In addition, longan has been associated with springs since ancient times. Therefore, refining drought demons in the longan position is tantamount to digging a well on the top of a mountain, making it more difficult for oneself.
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him: "Don't be so talkative."
Wen Jinhe pursed his lips: "Isn't this a reasonable guess? Otherwise, why would it be so dry and hot here..."
"Cough-cough-"
A Taoist priest stood two meters away, keeping a distance from Jiang Fuyuan, and very deliberately attracted Wen Jinhe's attention. Seeing him looking up at him, the Taoist priest cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Master Jinhe, the palace master is calling you."
Wen Jinhe: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Just after taking two steps, he turned back and winked at Jiang Fuyuan, and said silently with his lips: "We share the same worries and help each other."
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyes to look at him, her face darkened, and she saw a cloud of black energy between Wen Jinhe's eyebrows.
Not just now...
Before she could speak, Gu Qing's voice suddenly came from the front of the team.
"There is a formation!"
Everyone's expressions changed, and Wen Jinhe immediately strode towards his master.
There was a deep arc-shaped crack where Gu Qing stopped. If you look carefully, you will find that there are more subtle cracks above the arc-shaped crack. These cracks are crisscrossed and combined in a strange pattern. Anyone with a little knowledge of the law can tell at a glance that this is by no means a naturally formed trace.
But no one could tell what the specific formation was for the moment.
Wen Jinhe stood behind Gu Qing, raised his head and looked around, and suddenly saw a brown thing on the tree not far away.
He quickly pointed to the right front and shouted: "There is a bird over there!"
As they walked, there was only ever-changing scenery of vegetation, and this bird was the first living thing they encountered other than hunters.
The bird looks about the size of two hands, round and round, with brown feathers wrapped around its body, making it difficult to tell whether it is facing the crowd or with its back.
Wen Jinhe curiously took two steps toward the tree where the bird was: "What kind of bird is this? Why is it in the dragon's eye position? Could it be a spirit..."
Before he finished speaking, the bird suddenly moved slowly, and a human face with four eyes protruded from the brown feathers.
"Yongyong——"
The palm-sized face opened its mouth and screamed strange sounds, while its dark eyes stared straight at Wen Jinhe.
Jiang Fuyuan was shocked: "It's Yong! Come back quickly!"
Wen Jinhe wanted to retreat, but in the next second, a brown feather shot out from behind Yong's ear and pierced his chest directly.
"Golden Crane!"/"Taoist Priest Golden Crane!" The feather seemed to have great power. The moment it passed through his chest, it directly took his body flying up, fell back half a meter, and was nailed to the ground.
Blood spurted out from the wound, staining the ground beneath Wen Jinhe red.
Zhong Lianfeng reacted very quickly and ran to Wen Jinhe's side. After looking at his wounds, he immediately pressed his hands on several places on his chest.
"It's not critical, it can still be saved."
He suffered too many injuries on the battlefield, and he self-medicated for a long time. He judged the injury quickly and accurately. Fortunately, he pressed several key acupuncture points, and the bleeding speed of Wen Jinhe's wound was quickly controlled.
"Lianfeng, be careful!"
Jiang Fuyuan's voice sounded from behind him, and at the same time, several strong winds blew, and it was Yong's feathers.
Zhong Lianfeng grabbed Wen Jinhe's shoulder, threw him over his shoulder like a sack, and turned sideways to avoid the feather attack.
Snap, snap, snap—the four feathers were nailed to the place where he stood just now, causing a burst of dust to fly.
"There's something wrong with this formation." Gu Qing's voice sounded not far away, "It looks like the Soul Gathering Shangqing Formation!"
Jiang Fuyuan turned his head and saw Gu Qing biting his fingertips and directly drawing a blood curse on the arc-shaped gap. Then he made a secret with his left hand and turned his right hand into a vertical palm, slashing hard at the blood curse.
The moment the palm blade hit the blood curse, the monster on the tree screamed twice, shook its body and twitched. After a while, the round bird fell from the branch, kicked its legs on the ground, and stopped moving after a while.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The crisis was over, and the small discussions began to continue again.
"As expected of the palace master, the monster is dead now."
"We still have to look at our Palace Master at critical times. Unlike some people who usually talk loudly, in fact..."
"Stop talking, the Palace Master is a real person. How can someone who worships the evil god be compared to the Palace Master?"
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids, walked through the crowd expressionlessly, and walked to the formation.
She looked down at the cracked and barren ground.
This formation looks familiar.
Chi Xinsu walked to her side and frowned: "Isn't this the pattern on the talisman that you drew in a competition with Jin Hexian?"
Gu Qing snorted: "It is indeed the Spirit Gathering Shangqing Formation. Only when someone uses this formation to gather dragon vein spiritual energy will they attract strange beasts."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu Mu, the Shangqing Talisman is a Taoist secret method. It is only recorded in the secret book. If I remember correctly, you and Jin He are the only ones here who have carefully observed the rune patterns."
Rune patterns and formations are all connected. Talented people can understand formations with the same effect just based on the direction of the rune patterns. And with Jiang Fuyuan's ability, he wants to turn the super clear talisman into a spiritual gathering super clear formation. It's a breeze.
Immediately a Taoist priest shouted: "It is indeed you!"
"Only you and Taoist Priest Jinhe will know the Qing Fu. Taoist Priest Jinhe has been practicing Taoism with us in the Taoist Palace before, so only you have the opportunity to set up a grand formation here!"
"You worship evil gods and set up formations to raise monster beasts. What on earth do you want to do!"
Chi Xinsu immediately retorted: "It must be a frame-up. Ci Zhan would not do such a thing."
"His Royal Highness King Xin, do you still want to protect this witch to this day?" A Taoist priest shouted loudly, "Who else could it be if it wasn't her?"
Listening to their noise, Jiang Fuyuan snorted coldly and said lazily: "Of course there are still people who know the Qing Fu."
She slowly moved her gaze to Gu Qing: "Didn't he provide the original pattern of the Shangqing talisman that Monkey and I drew? If there is any suspicion, Lao Niubi is the most suspicious."
①Yong, from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".Original text: There is a bird, which looks like an owl. It has a human face with four eyes and ears. Its name is Yong, and its cry is its own trumpet. When you see it, there will be a severe drought in the world.
