Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

This palace is only slightly smaller than King Wannu’s Yunding Palace. Its craftsmanship is more exquisite than that of the one built a thousand years later, but its grandeur is more magnificent and solemn than that of the Yunding Palace.

After Jiang Xinxin carefully looked at the palace gate, she took out the dragon-tiger cane that she had received from the high priest in the couple tree and handed it to Jiang Jiuri. Jiang Jiuri knew how to use the cane after just one look. He didn't make many movements, but the cane quickly changed its shape. He raised his hand to probe the keyhole, and the door that had not moved no matter how seven or eight people pushed it suddenly creaked open a crack.

Without having time to admire the huge statues and other colorful paintings on both sides of the hall, Jiang Xinxin turned to the villagers and said, "This mountain is about to collapse. Just pick up the black metals. They are gold and silver, valuable and easy to spend."

The youngest nodded repeatedly and turned to translate to the villagers that Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan had already gone in to help crack the mechanism. Fortunately, the people who stayed behind were relatively honest, otherwise Jiang Xinxin would probably regret coming up with this idea.

Without pockets, these people could only take off their clothes and use them as pockets. Jiang Xinxin didn't have any idea when she saw this, but just silently estimated the time. When the sound that no one could hear came from the bottom of the mountain again, she quickly told everyone to leave.

The youngest one stopped immediately after hearing Jiang Xinxin's call, and called out loudly to the others. Most of the others also stopped immediately. Only one or two were reluctant to put down their favorite treasures and were still struggling. But the others also hurried over to help, so almost no time was wasted here, which made Jiang Xinxin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After leaving the palace, the youngest son hurriedly asked his father if he knew other ways to get down the mountain. In fact, the old village chief only knew that there was a legend passed down from generation to generation here, saying that a very powerful king was once buried in the mountain, and that the king had plundered a lot of gold, silver and jewelry. Over the past thousand years, the surrounding villages would occasionally pick up treasures washed out of the mountains after floods.

Because his family has been the village chief for more than a hundred years, he knows more than others. At least he knows what the test is to inherit the position of village chief and clan leader.

But no matter how much he knew, he was not very clear, so he could not find another way out of the mountain.

A group of people quickly went down the mountain along the plank road they came from. Although they couldn't help feeling happy because of the heavy packages on their backs, when they got down the mountain and saw their fellow tribesmen falling miserably along the way, their joy was like a spark after being watered, which was extinguished before it could even make a popping sound.

Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan also helped them carry people. Jiang Xinxin had already spotted the route when they were outside the palace on the top of the mountain. When everyone went to look for people, she took the Three Poisons and found the right position to prepare to split the rocks blocking their way.

The piece of rock that she was aiming at was not completely without cracks. She could vaguely feel a little wind blowing in, so after she had only struck it twice, the wind blew stronger. Jiang Xinxin used all her strength to push forward with one palm. If someone looked from the outside, they would see a piece of rock shattered into pieces.

Jiang Xinxin looked down from the gap. This place was nearly twenty meters above the ground. Her rope was long enough, so she simply made a simple roller skating mechanism. Jiang Xinxin went down first, and Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan stayed at the end. After helping those people go down one by one, they slid down along the rope.

Jiang Xinxin was too lazy to take the rope, it was just an ordinary rope anyway. After getting down the mountain, everyone hurried to find a place to cross the river. The area of ​​Zhalong Mountain was already covered by thick dark clouds, and a heavy rain was about to come. Everyone was carrying the dead and treasures along the way and just focused on hurrying on their way. They were very nervous.

When the escorted people saw a familiar road, Jiang Xinxin found an opportunity to suggest to the youngest brother to rebuild a mountain temple that they were familiar with. After watching them go away, he sat on the ground looking at the thunder and lightning in Zhalong Mountain and chanted scriptures for the souls that had not yet escaped from the mountain.

Jiang Xiaoguan watched Jiang Xinxin's actions but did not recite the scriptures along with her. However, he also felt that the spiritual creatures in the mountains had been severely harmed by King Xian. However, now they had broken King Xian's so-called ascension plan and killed him, which brought about the punishment of thunder. They had already done enough.

Other creatures in the mountains were relatively easy to liberate, but the thousand-year-old Tai Sui, which was hollowed out by King Xian for making elixirs and then filled with human lives, was difficult to get rid of. Its resentment was so deep that even the punishment of thunder could not penetrate it. Jiang Xinxin had no choice. In the absence of magic power and cultivation, she could only use merits to drive the Dharma image, and then let the Dharma image chant scriptures to liberate.

Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan only saw Jiang Xinxin sigh softly and close her eyes, and then a very faint golden light shot out from between her eyebrows, and then a transparent giant with golden light appeared from her head and shoulders, and rose into the air in the golden clouds.

Then they could only see a colorful glow and a soft but dazzling golden light, and did not see that Jiang Xinxin's Dharma image was a great immortal dressed in luxurious clothes, with a dragon and phoenix under his feet and a golden crown of flowers on his head.

Tai Sui was born at the wrong time and was passively tainted with countless sins, but it was because of those lives that he came back to life. Even if all this was not his own will, his guilt, though small, could not be avoided. Therefore, even if Tai Sui's sins were eliminated under thunder, it could not erase his deep resentment.

Jiang Xinxin had established the underworld several times before. Showing her Dharma form at this time would not only consume her merits, but also consume the vitality of her physical body, so she had to send this Tai Sui away.

As soon as Jiang Xinxin's Dharma image came up, it gave an imperial order. Tai Sui's mind, which was confused by anger and unwillingness, finally became a little clear. Jiang Xinxin then told it that there must be better arrangements in the future, and that King Xian, who had harmed it, had received the punishment he deserved. It finally reluctantly agreed to leave.

Tai Sui gave up his sinful body and went straight to the underworld. The thunder hovering over Zhalong Mountain had no restraint. After a day and a night, the entire Zhalong Mountain was razed to the ground by the thunder. The rain that had fallen before poured out from the ground and soon formed a huge lake there.

The local natives who had already returned faced the lake that suddenly appeared under the majestic power of heaven, and they kowtowed towards the lake one by one. Finally, the youngest of the old village chiefs of Zhalong Village remembered Jiang Xinxin's advice before she left, and quickly organized the villagers to build the mountain temple.

After Jiang Xinxin sent Tai Sui away and collected the Dharma image, she spat out a mouthful of blood. Jiang Jiuri and Jiang Xiaoguan looked at her and her face turned pale as paper. They wanted to take her away immediately, but Jiang Xinxin had not finished her work. She struggled to take out the box that the old village chief had given her. When she opened it, they saw the new mountain god sealed in a green glazed bottle.

It was precisely because the new mountain god was not completely dead that Zhalong Mountain still retained its spirituality, waiting for Jiang Xinxin's arrival to help him kill King Xian and destroy the various formations set up by King Xian.

The little mountain god escaped the disaster and survived. If Jiang Xinxin released him, he would naturally find a suitable mountain temple to live in and continue to bless all life here.