Chapter 399 The Disappearing Divine Wind

After entering, the cliffs on both sides cut off the direction of the mountain wind, and the wind force dropped sharply.

Then Master Shi Er gasped and said: "Outside, that platform outside is the wind channel of the divine wind. It's not that big now. Every time at midnight or noon, the strong wind is better than a bone-scraping steel knife, directly harvesting human lives."

He Lingchuan wondered: "But I see that there is a stone wall foundation left on the platform, which should be the remains of the building."

When building a building at a high place, you must first build a base as a fixed support. He Lingchuan didn't have time to take a closer look, but he only knew that the stone bases were very large, which showed that most of the buildings here were magnificent in the past.

"Isn't the Feng Mo the monster they raised?" Master Shi Er explained, "With the help of the Feng Mo, what's the big deal about them building a building here? I was here when Feng Mo was young, and there were several monuments erected on the platform. "It's a pity that the inscriptions have been smoothed by the wind and snow, and by the way, there are two sculptures of the Wind Lion God carved directly on the stone mountain."

When the wind is weak, standing on that platform overlooking the snowy field, you must have the pride of seeing all the small mountains, right?

Others see the sun shining on the Golden Dome, but you are on the Golden Dome.

He Lingchuan followed Master Shi Er into the mountain road, only to find that the huge mountain wall blocked all the wind and snow, so there was only a small wind blowing on his face behind the wall, which was as soft as a finger compared to the violent and cold weather outside.

When he got here, He Lingchuan couldn't help but let out an ooh.

This Feng Mo Mountain should really be renamed Lotus Peak. In fact, the top of the mountain is basically in the shape of a lotus bud. A dozen huge rock walls like lotus petals block the hollow mountain belly, and there are very few snowflakes falling from above.

This huge mountain belly may have been half-empty to begin with, but the ancient immortals must have used their hands and feet to carve it out according to the situation, and dug it down more than 200 feet. It looks like layers of terraces.

Well, maybe they did open up terraces here, because He Lingchuan also saw traces of winding waterways, which were all dug manually, with ditches and canals.

I think back then, this place might have been green and surrounded by clear springs.

The mountain road winds on the strange rock cliffs, and there are foundations left by buildings everywhere. The largest white jade beam He Lingchuan saw was seven feet long (twenty-one meters) long. Even several people could not surround it. It rolled down from nowhere and got stuck on the rocks.

It should have been installed on the roof of some palace. But with today's manpower, it is simply impossible to hoist it to such a steep mountain.

It can be seen that there were once buildings built here according to the mountains, some high on the cliffs, some located in the countryside, and they were well-proportioned and absolutely inhabited by ordinary people.

When they were in their heyday, they might truly be regarded as beautiful buildings and castles in the air.

But now, not even a single piece of wood is left.

He Lingchuan stroked the mountain wall and suddenly said: "There were plants here. It should have been a warm place."

Where moss has grown over the years, it will leave traces of pale white and green dots, which are difficult to remove unless smoothed. This mountain wall has such traces.

The Heart Guard also said: "There must have been a barrier in this place!"

Even if the Piaomiao Sect domesticates the wind demon for its own use, it must use a barrier to withstand the cold and wind and snow, and prop up a greenhouse so that plants can grow freely here. Who doesn't yearn for warmth? Even an immortal would not like to stay in a place with severe cold all year round.

There are mountains, water, houses and fields, and the Taoyuan in the heart of the mountains is isolated from the world.

Conquering the heavens with human power can only be achieved by the immortals in the ancient times. Standing here today, people can only daydream about the grandeur of the Immortal Family and lament the vicissitudes of life.

Head Shi Er shrugged: "After the spiritual energy weakened, the sect also moved to the plains. Some people came to see it and said that these are relics from before the middle Middle Ages."

If you want to live somewhere otherworldly, you have to pay the price.

When you can't afford it, you have to move out.

He Lingchuan couldn't help but ask: "Why do they have to live in a lonely place and endure the wind, snow and cold?"

"See those terraced fields? Do you think they grow wheat and beans like ordinary people?" Gu Xinjing is a good teacher, "They plant spiritual fields, and what grows in the fields are all natural materials and treasures! In ancient times, most of the caves were blessed places. Located on a high mountain. The richer and purer the spiritual energy is, the better the elixir you can grow."

"So that's it." The custom of relying on the people and taking advantage of them has not changed since ancient times. "Then the children of the Immortal family are just more advanced farmers, aren't they?"

Farmers grow crops and immortals cultivate spiritual fields. Is there any difference?

The mirror couldn't refute for a moment: "You can do it, you are right."

He Lingchuan encountered something at his feet and squatted down to look at it: "There is another sculpture here."

The sculpture, which rolled down from nowhere, is four feet high and has a broken bottom. He Lingchuan turned it over and cleaned off the sand and snow on it.

The sculpture is of a lion's head and body, but not in a lying position, but in a standing position.

From top to bottom, the whole body is a cylinder, with his hands placed neatly by his side, which actually looks a bit cute.

"This is the Wind Lion God, a custom passed down from the Miao Miao Sect. To this day, villages and towns on the Gale Tundra often place Wind Lion Gods to drive away wind and calm evil spirits." Master Shi Er pointed to the terraces and said, "Look, Often seen around fields and buildings."

Indeed, there are always sculptures of the Wind Lion in the fields and near the bases of buildings, some standing upright and some squatting. Some of them were placed on the ground at first glance, and some should have been originally sitting on the roof.

And they usually come in pairs, one big and one small.

"After the demise of the Piaomiao Sect, there were still people who came here specifically to steal the Wind Lion God and put it back for display. Sometimes they could sell it for a high price. I've seen it in the market before, and it was only as big as a palm." Master Shi Er patted the snow on his hat. , "Oh, all the little ones have been carried away, leaving only the big ones who can't be carried."

He Lingchuan focused his attention on the big hole in the mountain. As mentioned before, there was originally a gap in the mountain. There was a huge stone crack that seemed to run from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. The widest opening was ten feet wide, like a monster's mouth. It was enough to stuff a few He Lingchuans in.

"Look at this." Shi Erdangjia grabbed a stone bigger than his fist and threw it into the crack.

Da Da Da, the stone rolled into the crack without a sound.

There was not even an echo of landing, which showed how deep the crack was.

"Huh?" Shi Erdangjia was a little surprised and threw another stone down, and it was still the same. "What's going on?"

"What are you performing?"

"In theory, the stone will stop falling when it falls directly above the crack.

He pointed to the crack and said, "This is where the midnight and noon divine wind comes from. Every hour, the wind coming out of the crack will increase, reaching its peak at midnight and noon, and then blow out through the holes and grooves on the stone wall, and will not stay in the mountain. "

"I don't know why, but there was no wind this time when I threw the stone. I threw it twice before, and there was wind both times."

He Lingchuan looked up at the entire mountain. It seemed that the wind path had been planned from the beginning.

"Legend has it that the founder of Piao Miao Peak tamed the wind demon before he established the sect here. With the wind demon guarding, it is difficult for others to attack."

He Lingchuan nodded: "The King of Treasure Trees defeated the wind demon and was able to take over the entire tundra."

He was a little disappointed. It seemed that this relic had survived hundreds of years in the wind and snow, received countless tourists, and there was nothing useful left.

As soon as this thought came up, his chest felt warm.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed:

The God Bone Necklace still found the treasure here?

He Lingchuan wandered around in the ruins, judging the location of the so-called "treasure" based on the heat of the necklace.

In the eyes of Shi Erdangjia, he was just wandering around. Most people who first came to the ruins of Piao Miao Sect were like this.

But He Lingchuan's face became more and more The more serious he became, because he had discovered that the closer he got to the wide crack in the ground, the lower the temperature of the necklace.

It wasn't until he went down and stood on the edge of the crack that the divine bone returned to normal.

Isn't this a rip-off?

He Lingchuan kicked a few more stones into the crack, but still didn't hear any echoes for a long time.

It's unfathomable.

And the divine bone necklace requires him to jump in like this?

Does this thing want to change its owner?

Shi Er Dangjia saw him standing on the edge of the crack and looking around, and quickly reminded him: "Brother He, be careful, if you fall in, you will be dead."

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to brush the crack a few times, and suddenly said: "You said, there is usually wind here?"

"Yes." Shi Er Dangjia exclaimed, "The closer to noon, the stronger the wind. You see, it's almost noon now, and there should be strong winds in this ruins and the entire mountain belly. "Unlike now, there is only a breeze on the face.

But He Lingchuan could not feel a single bit of wind coming up from the cracks in the ground.

The air in here seemed to be frozen.

Where did the wind that never ceased all year round go?

It was very wrong. Even if there was no Ziwu Shenfeng here, because of the temperature difference, there should be wind coming out of the cracks in the ground.

Even if it was an underground cave, there would be cool breezes all year round, and it was a summer resort.

He suspected that someone was plotting against the guards here. Was the entrance and exit of Ziwu Shenfeng abnormal?

Is it just a coincidence, or is it in line with the old saying:

There must be a demon when things are abnormal?

He originally thought that if the person behind the scenes launched an attack on the guards, he might find a way to knock down the rocks above the official road and cause rockfall collapse. After all, this is a victory with fewer people. The most effective way, not to mention that those people have already used it once in Pingshan, so it should be easy to use it again this time.

As for Fengmo Mountain, He Lingchuan originally thought that it was just an observation base.

After all, this dangerous peak is not connected to the winding official road opposite, and there is a bottomless abyss in between. The person behind the scenes should not be able to launch an attack from here.

But after seeing the abnormality of the ground crack, he felt that his estimation seemed to be biased.

The overly calm ground crack, the invisible wind, the former habitat of the wind demon, the feverish divine bone...

An impossible answer emerged from the bottom of He Lingchuan's heart.

Could it be that there is something underneath that sucked away all the wind?

He didn't care about the fever prompt of the divine bone necklace, and suddenly said to Shi Erdangjia: "Get on the sheep!"

"Ah? Oh." Shi Erdangjia just stretched out his hand, and He Lingchuan lifted him up to the back seat, and the mountain goat spread its four hooves and ran to a high place.