come to the world

Chapter 452 Three gourds
Five years later.
This close distance, Wu Ming and the others walked for five years, every step seemed to be on the edge of a knife.

The twelfth-grade golden lotus that led the Taoist was full of cracks, and the bitterness on his face became a little bit heavier.

The situation of Zhunti and Zhenyuanzi is not much better. The ancient bodhi tree and the ginseng fruit tree have lost all their leaves, and there is an indelible heartache in their eyes.

Among the four, Wu Ming was the worst. He didn't have an innate magic weapon to protect him, but only the magic robe transformed into Yunxia.

At this moment, the cassock on Wu Ming's upper body has been ripped open, and only bones are left on his chest. If it weren't for the red flames of the primordial spirit burning in the eye holes of the skull, everyone would think he was dead.

"It's getting foggy!"

At some point, fog began to fill the surrounding area, and the scenery three meters ahead could no longer be seen.

Moreover, the origin of these fogs is extraordinary, even if you use your spiritual sense to explore, the returned information is blank.

What's even more frightening is that even entering this thick fog, the chaotic storm still hasn't subsided.

On the contrary, for Chaos Storm, the thick fog provided it with a cover, making Wu Ming and the others even more unprepared.

Adding new injuries to old ones, replacing old injuries with old ones, Wu Ming narrowly escaped death several times.

Zhen Yuanzi and the two sages of the West also became limited in helping him. Once the Taoist Zhunti got separated, and everyone searched for him for three months. When the Taoist Zhunti was found, the old bodhi tree Half withered.

In the vast fog, everyone groped forward like this, and it was another three years in a blink of an eye.

At this time, no one can tell the difference between the southeast and the north, and everyone has only one belief, which is to keep climbing.

"boom!"

When the icy storm of chaos blows, even the soul of a person can be blown away.

Wu Ming hugged his head in a daze, the light of life from the fruit tree of life gave him the only trace of warmth, just like the little match sold by a little match girl.

"Am I going to die? The fire of life is dimming. After I die, do I return to Journey to the West, or am I really dead?" Wu Ming only felt top-heavy, and there was a faint exclamation in his ears.

One day, one month, one year.
In the daze, Wu Ming felt that he had already returned to silence, as if he had fallen asleep without knowing the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, but the warmth on my body became stronger and stronger, and soon turned into hot and dry.

Wu Ming was so hot that he had no choice but to open his eyelids, which were heavier than mountains, and said nonsense: "Why is it still so hot after death, it's hard work to be a ghost!"

"Are you awake?" Zhen Yuanzi's voice came to his ears, and Wu Ming felt a chill in his mouth, and a familiar taste rushed to his taste buds, which was the aroma of ginseng fruit.

"I'm not dead?"

After eating a ginseng fruit, Wu Ming's brain regained some clarity, but he still felt very hot.

Shaking his head, he wanted to get rid of the heat, only then did he realize that strange flowers were blooming around him, and different grasses were blooming, as if he had come to another world, no longer in the white mist.

"This is here" Wu Mingqiang sat up propped up, observing the surrounding scenery.

The next second, before he could figure out where it was, there was a cold snort not far away, and Taoist Zhunti glared at him.

"This time you passed out in a coma, and you have reached the point of death. Even my grass-returning pill is useless to you. In the end, I still guided the Taoist and took out nine lotus seeds to save you." Zhen said. Yuan Daxian said, with a look of gratitude on his face, he bowed three times to Jieyin.

Jieyin's face was so bitter that water dripped out, and he kept stroking his twelfth-grade golden lotus.

Wu Ming looked up at the golden lotus, and found that there were twelve lotus seeds on the golden lotus, but now there are three left, and the whereabouts of the nine lotus seeds are self-evident.

"I didn't expect that you guys saved me!" Wu Ming's eyes were complicated, and Wu Ming only felt that fate was really wonderful.

In Journey to the West, it was the incarnation of Zhunti who injured him, and his mission was to destroy Journey to the West.

No matter where you look at it, he and the Western religion are in the same situation, and the person who saved him was a Taoist guide. This not only made Wu Ming feel, but also had the illusion of being molested by fate.

"Hmph, each of my senior brother's twelfth-grade lotus seeds has the potential to turn into a ninth-grade lotus stand. To save you, I used up nine of them. You really don't deserve to die!" Taoist Zhunti gritted his teeth in distress, I can't wait to rush up and trample Wu Ming to death.

You know, Jieyin and Zhunti came from the west, where there are not many treasures, Zhunti lives like a little daughter-in-law, wishing to break a dollar in half and spend it in half.

This time when I climbed Buzhou Mountain, the nine lotus seeds disappeared before I saw the baby's shadow.

The lotus seeds of these twelfth-grade lotus platforms were neither willing to be eaten by Zhunti nor Jieyin, and they were intended to be cultivated in the future, and the nine-grade lotus platform of the acquired peak level.

As for Wu Ming's sip, he had eaten nine pieces of magic weapons from the peak of Houtian, which made Taoist Zhunti, who was used to living a hard life, feel the urge to cry loudly.

"Thank you so much, I will repay the life-saving grace this time." Wu Ming faintly had the illusion that he was really dead when his soul was blown out under the chaotic storm.

This feeling is very strong, as if Wu Ming can't figure out whether this place is true or false, maybe this world is already between true and false.

Dreaming back to ancient times is Wu Ming's conclusion. The only thing that can be compared is Zhouzhuang Mengdie.

Butterfly dreams in Zhouzhuang, butterfly dreams in Zhouzhuang, like a dream but not a dream, like a fake but not fake, this is a very vague concept.

Just as no one knew whether the world of butterflies was real or not when Zhouzhuang dreamed of butterflies, Wu Ming was also on the way to find the answer.

"It's good to wake up, we've been exhausted for two months, and we don't have time to spend it anymore." Zhunti said this, and Wu Ming knew that it was time for him to be unconscious.

Two months, this time is not long, it seems that when I was in a coma, I was already close to the peak.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to see Zhen Yuanzi with a concerned face, and Wu Ming nodded silently, keeping everything in silence.

There was no thanks, no greetings, the relationship between him and Zhen Yuanzi no longer needed those courtesies.

Two days later, Wu Ming's body recovered a bit, and the Taoist guide and Taoist Zhunti also left.

It was another half a month, until the injury had healed, and Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi started to explore on Mount Buzhou.

Buzhou Mountain is vast and boundless, and on the top of the mountain, it is hard to find the end of the same size.

For three months in a row, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi had nothing to gain, nor did they meet anyone else.

Until one day, there was a precious light rising from the southeast, covering half of the sky with multicolored rays, which attracted the attention of the two of them.

"This is a treasure that was born, and it's very close to us." Wu Ming and the two of them were non-stop, wanting to be the first to eat crabs.

After five days, the place where the treasure shined appeared in sight.

This is a gourd vine with three gourds on it, one is purple-gold, one is fiery red, and the other is dark gold.

Under the gourd vine, Taoist Sanqing sat cross-legged, and Donghuang and Dijun sat not far away.

Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other, unexpectedly, they came a step too late in a hurry, and let Sanqing and Donghuang take the lead.

"Fellow daoists, there are only three gourds, how should we divide them?" Wu Ming, as a latecomer, asked the crowd hesitantly.

Donghuang remained silent, while Di Jun glanced at Sanqing, with a flash of fear in his eyes, and whispered: "We two brothers should have a gourd."

Hearing that the two of Donghuang only wanted one gourd, Wu Ming looked at Sanqing again.

In Sanqing, the leader Lao Tzu opened his eyes and said, "Of the three gourds, we should have one."

"Coincidentally, the three gourds are so divided, so it's one for each party!" Wu Ming smiled a little more, and then suddenly felt a move in his heart, and said in surprise: "Three gourds, people from three parties, this is"

(End of this chapter)