Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 119: Yeyu Banana Leaf Mountain

The atmosphere in the tea shed became a little weird. I didn’t take a closer look just now. At this moment, Ji Yuan opened his eyes a little longer and looked around. He found that from the weather point of view, he and the tea shed owner were really innocent. Just six or seven people.

The auras of the others, which were still normal at first, all changed at this moment. In terms of energy and blood, the strong man in front of him was the most powerful, followed by the two women next to him.

These people were all observing Ji Yuan with vague eyes. They were not competing against each other, in other words they were considered a group of people.

Although Ji Yuan was helpless, he really couldn't say he was afraid. After all, he was just an ordinary martial artist and could not threaten his own safety. If he ran away without causing trouble, it would be impossible for anyone to follow him.

So I just picked up the teacup and drank the tea, then looked at the strong man opposite me with a look of helplessness.

"Uh...brother, the animals used for transportation are too expensive and difficult to take care of. It's better to walk. I'm a little tired, but it's better than being comfortable."

Ji Yuan said something, then turned to take a closer look at the seven or eight-year-old boy knocking on the tea cup. Although he was not clearly visible at first glance, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. He endured the pain and opened his eyes. As he got older, he suddenly discovered that there was something like a gray mist on the boy's body.

It was this layer of fog that prevented Ji Yuan from discovering the child's specialness for the first time. But after his eyes passed through the fog, the little boy's appearance was extremely clear and revealed an aura of agility.

Seeing Ji Yuan look at the child beside him, one of the two women beside him also narrowed his eyes and spoke.

"Sir, you are so kind-hearted. It seems that we met in Juntian Mansion a few days ago, but this time we met outside the city again."

Another woman also said.

"Is it possible that Mr. fell in love with us two sisters when he met us that day? Hahahaha..."

Ji Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had never even seen clearly what the two women looked like, but the voices sounded like they were the real ones that day.

I was a little curious about the boy at first, but now it feels like there will be a conflict. So what else is there to say? There are a lot of strange schemes and opportunities.

Ji Yuan sighed and smiled.

"Yes, there really are such coincidences in this world. Whether you two girls believe it or not, I don't want to cause trouble. Since I'm not welcome in this small tea shed, I have no choice but to leave..."

Ji Yuan is not really at war with this group of people because of a misunderstanding. It is unnecessary and boring.

After drinking the cup of tea in his hand, Ji Yuan stood up when the strong man stared at him, and apologized to the young store boy who was about to come over to greet him.

"Young man, there is no need to say hello, I won't stop here."

After saying that, Ji Yuan picked up the bag on his shoulder, picked up his umbrella, and after taking another look at the child who was about seven or eight years old, he left the bench and walked out of the tea shed, and continued to move west along the official road without any hesitation. No nostalgia.

In the tea shed, the strong man and the two women looked at Ji Yuan's leaving figure, their bodies slightly tensed, ready to deal with the other party suddenly turning around and launching an attack.

Just a cup of tea passed, and Ji Yuan's back was blurred in his sight, but he still showed no intention of looking back.

To be honest, at such a long distance, there is no point in attacking or not, it is too far.

"Is this person really just a passerby?"

The strong man was confused and looked at the two women beside him, while one of the women frowned and answered.

"But we have indeed seen him, and there is no mistaking it. That day in the clothing store in Juntianfu, he also had such a...free and casual feeling..."

Another woman also said:

"This person is obviously not an ordinary person. As Mo Tong said, Juntian Mansion is not a short distance away from here. We only saw him in the city two days ago. How could a person reach here today on foot, unless he rode on the road in the middle? Take a carriage or a horse, otherwise you won’t be exhausted?”

"Well, just now I tried to test it, and the person seemed to have noticed something, but his tone was quite helpless."

The strong man Mo Tong kept staring at the distance of the road as he spoke, and Ji Yuan's figure became increasingly faint.

The child who had been tapping the bottom of the tea cup finally stopped making noisy noises of "bang bang bang..." and looked at the direction Ji Yuan was leaving.

Whispered to the woman next to him: "I want to eat fried crispy pork."

"There are only pancakes and dried meat. Do you want to eat it?"

"Don't eat! I won't eat even if I starve!"

The child said something stubborn and started to knock again, "Bang Bang Bang..." and the woman next to him also rolled his eyes. Anyway, he would naturally eat if he was really hungry.

. . .

On a rainy night three days later, on Jiaoye Mountain at the junction of Juntian Prefecture and Xining Prefecture, Ji Yuan was walking on the mountain road holding an umbrella.

Jiaoye Mountain is named because the entire mountain looks like a banana leaf when viewed from the highest peak. The scale of its mountains is not too big. It is not as big as the Laohua Mountain where Yuhuai and his two boys met. It stretches for three meters between the two prefectures. It's more than ten miles, and it only occupies a radius of more than ten miles.

Mr. Ji Da has a habit of walking slowly when it rains, because on rainy days he can clearly "see" the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and "touch" everything on the earth with the sound of rain.

The same was true at this moment. It had been raining non-stop since before nightfall. Ji Yuan had been walking slowly for so long, and he "heard" a house in front of him.

As I took a closer look, I smelled the scent of sandalwood and looked at the interior furnishings. It turned out to be a mountain temple.

Putting an umbrella under the eaves, closing the umbrella and slinging water, Ji Yuan opened the temple door and observed the small temple with a relaxed expression.

This mountain temple is only a few feet square in depth. Although it looks dilapidated and there are no temple worshipers or other people living there permanently, it should not be regarded as an abandoned temple. After all, the offering table is quite neat and there are also tributes left, like the local people on the mountainside. During festivals or other events, we would come to offer sacrifices, but of course, most of the time there would be no one around.

Looking closely at the statue of the mountain god, the appearance is different from ordinary people. Although it is wearing robes, its facial bones are more prominent, and there are two bulging bags on its forehead. The carver has two bulging bags on it. He drew several swirling cloud patterns, leaving Ji Yuan unsure whether they represented horns or lumps.

There are no traces of the divine light of the golden body on the mountain **** statue, but the power of incense does remain and wrap around it, but it is extremely weak. It is obvious at a glance that it is not a real god. Combined with the appearance that does not look like an ordinary person, it should be an innate person. The spirit he raised wanted to use the power of incense to help speed up the connection with the earth's mountains and achieve the position of mountain god.

According to nature, such little gods with spirit bodies cannot stay in temples. They will only come back to get incense and taste the tributes when they sense that the villagers are offering sacrifices.

Ji Yuan opened his Dharma eyes, but in just a few glances he could see through the statue that this so-called "mountain god" was far from perfect. Moreover, although Jiaoye Mountain is small, it is a mountain after all, with a radius of ten meters. A few miles is not as simple as a small manor or village being treated as land.

With the weak incense of this small temple, collected and maintained over the years, plus the unswerving self-cultivation, plus the spirit body, it will take a hundred years to achieve certain results, but it is only a certain result, eh , if you accidentally die midway, everything will be lost.

"Practice is difficult!"

Ji Yuan sighed, closed the temple door and apologized to the statue. He dragged a futon to the corner and sat down to rest.

Taking out "The Legend of Hereditary" from my arms, reading "realistic novels" on this rainy night has a unique flavor.

There is an iron brazier inside the mountain temple, which should be used for burning paper or the like. There is also firewood and charcoal fire next to it. It seems to be a convenience for local pilgrims who have a temporary rest, but Jiyuan does not need a fire at all. I don't feel cold either, so there's no need to light a fire.

After reading the book for half an hour, I looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. com changed to "Tong Ming Ce", and I happened to turn to the book's speculation and understanding of the art of restraining the gods. It talked about the possibility that the real restraint of the gods has something in common with the law of the master. Obviously the author of the book did not understand the art of restraining the gods.

Ji Yuan subconsciously glanced at the statue of the mountain **** in the temple. Qiu Feng of Yuhuai Mountain had previously sent a fragment of a piece about the gods, and he had already studied it thoroughly.

After more than ten years of Qiu Feng's study and understanding, the remaining chapter contains many descriptions of his experiences. The degree of completion is actually quite high, but it lacks the key spiritual essence, so it does not have much meaning except that it can help the spiritual cultivation practice.

But in fact, since Ji Ren obtained the magic power of "Edict" through karma, he has the ability to restore the magic of arresting gods to a certain extent. After all, the real edict is higher than the law of an expert. Up one gear.

But theory is theory, and no matter how feasible it is, it has not been proven by facts.

Of course, it depends on fate, but he has no intention of really giving it a try, and he has nothing to do. The little **** of the Yin Temple is also a god, and he cannot bully the **** casually based on his Taoism.

While thinking about things, Ji Yuan suddenly felt something in his heart and heard some special noises.

Not long after, the temple door was pushed open with a "bang~" from the outside, and seven wet figures rushed into the temple. They glanced around the temple in a hurry, but they failed to see the night shadows in the corner. Integrate into nature.

"Hoo...ho...you shouldn't have caught up, right?"

"There shouldn't be...how is the young master doing?"

"Still unconscious!"

"Mo Tong, how is your injury?"

"It's out of the way!"

Ji Yuan looked at a group of embarrassed men and women over there, and there was a smell of blood coming from them. Both the number of people and their condition were much different. They were the same group of people they had met in the tea shed before.