Chapter 486 Mountain Temple and Red Lantern
Nan Wang looked towards the lakeside.
Just a simple turn around, all the drunkenness in her eyes disappeared, her body exuded a fresh air of the mountains, and more importantly, her demeanor was extremely majestic, and she turned back into the Qingrong Peak Master of Qingshan.
The boat moved without oars, broke through the waves, stirred up countless splashes, and soon came to a place not far from the lake.
The doctor knelt on the ground, holding a file high in both hands, not daring to look up.
Nan Wang stretched out his hand to take the file from the air, glanced at it twice, and said to Jing Jiu, "We still have to go to Lushan."
Countless extremely thin sword strings were born on the surface of the lake, forming a net-like thing.
Nan Wang soared into the air, stepped on the net lightly with his bare feet, and flew towards the sky with a whoosh.
Immediately afterwards, the cosmic front broke through the sky.
The surface of the lake was turbulent, and it gradually calmed down after a while.
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Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of Chaotian Continent. Its fame mainly comes from the Nanman tribe. It is said that the temple where the Nanman worshiped their ancestors is located here.
Two sword lights fell in the valley, Nan Wang looked at the surrounding mountains and fell silent.
She is the owner here, but she hasn't come back for many years, so it is inevitable that she is a little strange, and her heart is a little heavy because of the Nan trend.
Of course Nan Chi is not in Lushan, if the shutter-roller can find him, why would Qingshan be like an enemy?
This is a clue that Liu Ci Zhenren asked Shuiyuean to use Tianrentong to calculate.
She waved her sleeves, and the silver bracelet on her wrist collided, making a nice crisp sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew out from the flowers and trees in the mountains, and followed the sound to fly to the distance.
Jing Jiu knew that she was calling the elders of those tribes for help.
Not long after, a black smoke suddenly appeared dozens of miles away.
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The sword light broke through the dense forest, and the leaves were cut off, falling down and flying non-stop, like a flock of killed birds.
There is an open space in the woods, and a somewhat crude temple is built, and I don't know which mountain god is dedicated to it.
The mountain temple has been surrounded by people with curtains, and the knots are a little rough, obviously done in a hurry.
Looking through the curtain, Jing Jiu saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground, touching their foreheads to the ground, their bodies trembling slightly, not fear but excitement.
There are more barbarians coming here in the mountains in the distance, and no one dares to look at Manbri, and they all kneel down with their heads down, appearing extremely pious.
Several elders were obviously dressed differently, more ornately dressed, with silver collars hanging on their bodies, they should be wizards, elders and the like.
Nan Wang's expression didn't change at all, he seemed very used to this kind of treatment.
She said something that was a little vague and incomprehensible.
The Nanman outside the curtain kowtowed repeatedly, kissed the ground, and then retreated further away.
Jing Jiu walked into the temple, looked at the graceful statue with a half lotus on it, propped his jaw with his hands, felt familiar, and asked, "Is this your ancestor?"
Nan Wang said, "It's me."
Jing Jiu was startled, then relieved.
The biggest difference between practitioners and mortals is lifespan.
And time is a myth.
The ground in the temple has been dug up, revealing some dark things.
Judging from the freshness of the soil, the tribal elders here should have just dug it out after receiving a message from Nan Wang.
Those dark things are not coal, but shade wood.
There are many thousand-year-old trees buried under the Nanman Temple, called sacred trees. These sacred trees suddenly become Yin trees, which naturally means many things.
Nan Wang's expression became serious, and he sat down on the ground, but his breath was even more lazy.
Her left foot is retracted under the hip, and her right leg is stretched forward. Her bare feet are like white lotuses, and she rests her jaw with her hands, thinking deeply.
If she was holding a wine jug in her hand at this time, it would be a common picture of a drunken beauty on the boulder of Qingrong Peak under the starry sky.
No jug.
At this time, she looked like the statue in the temple.
Jing Jiu looked at her quietly.
Nan Wang closed his eyes, as if in deep sleep.
The silver bells on her body suddenly rang.
These little silver bells adorned on her body never rang randomly, no matter when she was walking or flying with her sword.
The silver bell vibrated faster and faster, and the clear and crisp sound became more and more dense, passing through the curtain and resounding through the mountains.
The cheers of the Nanman people sounded outside the temple, followed by rough and vigorous music and singing, and then the sound of footsteps trampling on the ground.
Should have started dancing.
Time passed slowly, Nan Wang was still sleeping, and the silver bell was still ringing until night fell.
When the bonfire was lit, the barbarians didn't feel tired, they still sang and danced non-stop, but under the effect of alcohol, they became more enthusiastic.
Jing Jiu felt at least thousands of breaths gathered in the mountain temple, getting thicker and thicker, almost turning into happy raindrops.
Nan Wang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were expressionless, and he casually pointed to the air.
A seemingly simple finger, but it is the combination of Qingrongfeng's unprovoked swordsmanship and Nanman's divine art. Looking at Chaotian Continent, only she can display it.
Countless extremely fine filaments of light gushed out from her fingertips, instantly weaving into a huge pattern.
This pattern is bright and dark, gradually forming a shape, and it can be vaguely distinguished as a map of Tiannan Continent.
The closer to Lushan, the clearer the map. Even a small stream or a cave will be marked, and the farther away, the more blurred the pattern. As for the distant ice and snow kingdom, it is completely blank on this map.
There is an obvious light spot on the picture near Lushan, which should be the mountain temple where they are now.
A very dark line stretched from that point of light to the distance.
Jing Jiu knew it was his turn.
His sight fell on the blank space below the map, and there was an extra spot of light there.
There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship of Penglai Shendao was slaughtered.
The second point of light has reached the southern shore, where the entire village's residents died strangely.
Immediately afterwards, more and more light spots appeared, which were the places that the Tianqingshan sect considered doubtful these days. The distribution of these light spots seems to be irregular, but if you look at it from a distance, you can vaguely see that it looks like a fan. It is a line from the depths of the South China Sea to the small village on the shore, and then gradually spreads out to the north.
The dark line that left the mountain temple came into this fan, gradually separated, and became more than ten light spots, neatly arranged up and down.
Yizhou is not far from this spot belt.
Then the West Sea is not too far away.
Jing Jiu remained silent.
He thought that Nan Tzu would make other choices, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.
Nan Wang sat for a whole night and consumed too much mind, so he was inevitably a little tired, so he stretched his waist and said, "Where are you?"
Those light spots only look small on the map, but in fact they are at least hundreds of miles in radius, so it is difficult to find out the dozen or so light spots.
When she was talking, she leaned forward and back, the silver bell moved slightly, and her mouth was pouted, like an ordinary barbarian girl who had been wronged.
Jing Jiu looked at her snow-white belly and thought it would be nice not to drink.
Nan Wang noticed his gaze and said, "Do you want to..."
Jing Jiu didn't want to die, and didn't want to touch it, so he pointed to a spot of light on the picture and said, "Here."
Nan Wang immediately forgot what happened before, and asked, "Why?"
Jing Jiu pointed to the village by the sea and said, "According to the normal speed of movement, this is where he is most likely to go now."
Nan Wang thought to himself that the ancestor of Wudao's realm is unfathomable, he can travel thousands of miles like a sword fairy, what is normal speed?
Jing Jiu said: "If Nan Chi leaks a breath, it will be detected by the Qingshan Sword Formation, so he must have found a way to temporarily block the breath, just like Emperor Xiao did. But no matter what method he uses, he must not move, otherwise the breath will definitely be leaked."
No one in the Chaotian Continent can achieve true consistency in movement and silence.
Even if he has learned the Nether Immortal Sword, he can only achieve infinite approximation.
Since Nan Chi must not be moved, he can only be delivered by others, and in order not to attract the attention of the practice community, he can only be transported by the most common method.
Who is the person who sent Nanzhi into the depths of Chaotian Continent? It must not be the West Sea Sword Sect, because the Qingshan Sect has been staring at that side.
Jing Jiu didn't know who that person was, but only knew another fact, and said, "He's in the coffin."
Nan Wang's expression changed slightly as he thought about the dark aura he sensed when he performed the divine power.
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A carriage carrying a coffin has been heading north on the official road for the past few days.
The coffin is an old coffin, and it can be seen that it has been well maintained.
The girl who drove the car was also well-kept.
The girl was petite, with a charming face, and she was even more charming in the white filial piety dress, which aroused the interest of many villains.
But how did those villains know that that girl was once the real villain in the forest of immortality.
Nanzheng didn't dare to kill people at will, but it was still easy to get rid of these people.
More than ten days later, she drove to a wild mountain, the mountain road had come to an end, and the outline of the city could be seen in the distance outside the cliff, but it was hundreds of miles away.
There is not even a trace of aura in the mountains here, and it is really barren to the extreme. She guessed that it should be the wild mountains around Yizhou.
This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there are no sects of practice. Only Baotong Temple, which was established by Zen Buddhism to clean up the poisonous miasma, is still here.
Nanzheng didn't expect that there was a temple in this wild mountain.
It was still the mountain temple in the tribe that she was familiar with but had not seen for many years.
It is at least thousands of miles away from Lushan, so why is there a temple in the tribe?
The mountain temple is very old and small. After the coffin was carried in, there was only a very narrow space left, barely enough to lie down.
When she turned to look at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became even stronger.
There was no breath in the black coffin, and the ancestor inside seemed to be really dead.
She didn't know what the ancestor was doing here, and she didn't know how long she had to wait here, but she didn't dare to leave at all.
As night fell, the wild mountains were like ink, and there was no sound at all, not even the cry of wild animals.
Nanzheng is a master of Bulaolin, so she is not afraid of wild animals, but she is afraid of this kind of silence.
She found some oil under the stone statue of the mountain temple and poured it into a lantern outside the temple.
The lantern was broken but still lit, and it was actually red.
Red and warm lights illuminate the ruined temple.
It looked a little festive.
Also a little scary.
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