This monk is a bit mean

Needless to say, the famine in Lechuan grassland was definitely caused by the unknown plague.

Yunshu pondered in his heart.

Is there no way to break this plague?

Wanling Sect is such a large sect with so many talented people, is there no one who can find out the source of the plague and solve it?

He didn't quite understand.

But there is no point in considering these things.

What he really wants to do is to find out the truth in exchange for Fire Purple Grass.

As for how to solve this famine, let’s leave it to the top leaders of Wanling Sect.

Yunshu sailed westward in the white jade flying boat.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, but there were more and more human and animal bones in the wilderness.

However, Yunshu and Ningzhi still met a living person in a village of a tribe west of Lechuan grassland.

An old man who is nearly 70 years old and can no longer move.

At this time, his whole body was just skin and bones, and he no longer had any human form.

When he saw Yunshu and Ningzhi, he thought they were looking for food.

But when Ning Zhi handed him a bun, tears started to flow.

He said to Ning Zhi, "Please leave this bun to my grandson Aliang."

"No, I still have some."

"No, no, just let me smell it a few more times. I can't swallow anything anymore!" The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Then he told Yunshu and the others that his name was Arab and he was from the Basang tribe at the foot of the Qijie Mountain in Lechuan grassland.

Because he was paralyzed, he couldn't escape, so he had to stay in the tribe with his fourteen-year-old grandson.

His grandson Aliang has been out looking for food for three days.

But he hasn't come back yet.

"Xiaozhi, give him some water!" Yunshu ordered Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhi took out a kettle, then half squatted down and helped the old man up.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind them: "What are you doing? Don't eat my grandpa!"

Yunshu and Ning Zhi turned around and saw a skinny young man with a dark complexion, holding a crossbow and aiming it at Ning Zhi.

His eyes were grim and he showed no fear at all.

"Aliang, no! They are good people." The old man Arab persuaded Aliang in a weak voice.

The young man Aliang had no intention of putting down his crossbow.

Seeing this, Yunshu nodded to Ningzhi.

Ning Zhi understood what he meant.

He gently put the old man Arab back to his place, and then placed water and buns beside him.

Then he stood up and slowly moved to the side with Yunshu.

The moment Aliang saw Baozi, the hand holding the crossbow trembled slightly.

Then calm returned.

He kept the crossbow pointed at Yunshu and the other man, then slowly moved towards his grandfather.

After arriving at his grandfather's side, he saw that Yunshu and the other man had no ill intentions.

He placed the crossbow at his feet, then squatted down to check on his grandfather's condition.

But out of the corner of his eye he was always keeping an eye on Yunshu and the other's every move.

Aliang picked up the buns and kettle next to his grandfather.

He deftly tore a bun into pieces and stuffed a little into his grandfather's mouth.

Then, he slowly gave him a small sip of water.

"Cough cough cough... Aliang, stop wasting food. I can't hold on any longer." Arab swallowed the tiny bit of food in his mouth with difficulty, then spoke.

When Aliang said nothing and wanted to continue feeding him some water, Arab gently blocked the kettle with his hand.

He looked up at Yunshu and the other man and said, "I can see that you two are not from here. I guess you are here because of the famine on the grassland."

Yunshu nodded to Arab.

"I can tell you something, but I ask you to take my grandson with you when you leave!"

Aryan shook his head frantically.

"Aliang, I really can't make it anymore. You have to listen to grandpa and live!"

“Ahem… You two, while I still have a breath left, ask me anything you want to know!”

"The famine on the grassland is caused by a plague. I want to know where this plague came from?" Yun Shu asked.

"Ahem... you two have found the right place."

"The plague is caused by a strange poisonous smoke that drifted over the grassland at some point in time."

"The poisonous smoke infected the animals on the grassland with plague, and the plague spread throughout the Lechuan grassland."

"The source of this poisonous smoke is on the Seven Realms Mountain nearby."

"Aliang knows the location of the source on the Seven Realms Mountain."

"If you promise to take him away, I can let him lead the way for you."

Arab knew that he didn't have much time left, so he wanted to take care of his grandson, whom he cared about the most, before he died.

The two people in front of me are the ones I can trust.

"As long as he can lead me to the source of this plague, I can take him away. Of course, there is another prerequisite, that is, he himself is willing to go with me."

"A Liang!"

A Liang shook his head.

"Do you want Grandpa to die with regrets?"

Ah Liang knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: "Ah Liang listens to Grandpa's words."

“…Okay, okay, just take them into the mountains!”

"Seven Realm Mountain, Seven Realm Mountain, it's a pity that our Basang tribe has always worshipped you as a sacred mountain..."

Old man Arab stared blankly at the mountain behind the cloud tree.

After a moment, Aliang beside him finally reacted.

"Grandpa!" Aliang knelt on the ground, crying.

Ning Zhi, who was beside Yun Shu, felt a little reluctant, and he said, "Uncle Master!"

Yunshu certainly knew that Ning Zhi wanted him to save people.

"The oil is running out and there's nothing I can do..." Yun Shu shook his head and sighed.

Afterwards, Ning Zhi helped Aliang find some dry firewood.

Aliang placed his grandfather's body on the dry firewood.

Then he knelt aside.

Yunshu lit the firewood, stood beside the fire, and recited the Pure Land Sutra to Arab.

……

Aliang burned down the last few wooden houses in their Basang tribe.

Then he took Yunshu and Ningzhi and walked into the Seven Realms Mountain.

The Seven Realms Mountain has seven huge steps.

At first, people nearby called it the Seven-Layer Mountain.

Later, people nearby thought that the name Seven-layer Mountain was too rustic and ugly, so they changed it to Seven-world Mountain.

It is rumored that there was once a fairy with profound cultivation living in seclusion on the Seven Realms Mountain.

He calls himself the True Lord of the Seven Realms.

But no one has ever seen the true appearance of this True Lord of the Seven Realms.

Some people say that the True Lord of the Seven Realms does not exist at all and is an immortal made up by people.

Some people also say that this True Lord of the Seven Realms had already broken through the Mahayana stage and ascended to the fairyland.

No one knows the real situation.

At this time, Yunshu had followed Aliang and climbed to the sixth level of the Seven Realms Mountain.

They only have one floor left to reach the summit.

And the source of the plague they were looking for was on the seventh floor.

The three of them climbed to the seventh floor of the Seven Realms Mountain.

Aliang brought Yunshu and Ningzhi to a huge rock that was two people tall.

"There is a ball of light inside this stone."

"Every once in a while, a poisonous gas would emanate from the ball of light in the stone."

"These poisonous gases will make animals on the grassland sick and even die."

"That's how the plague came about on the Lechuan grassland, and then the plague continued to spread."

"A great famine began on the Lechuan grassland."

Aliang explained to Yunshu slowly.

"When do the balls of light you mentioned usually appear?" Yun Shu asked.

"The day of the waning moon!"