Chapter 159: Buzhou Mountain (I)
Although Mount Buzhou was broken off millions of years ago, even if only half of the mountain is left now, it still floats above the heads of all humans thanks to the spiritual power of the gods. The gods live on the top of the mountain, looking down on the world, demonstrating supreme power and glory.
This mountain is like a sharp sword piercing the nine heavens, and therefore it has naturally become a favorite habitat for celestial beings.
The air on Mount Buzhou is thin, and the wind and snow are so sharp that even the most ferocious beast in the world would have its skin scraped off when it comes here.
However, at this moment, on the foothills raging in the snow and wind, a child was making a snowman.
The child had a round face with a red mole on his forehead dotted with cinnabar. With his big eyes and bright red mouth, he looked like the lucky doll in the New Year pictures.
He was wearing an embroidered cotton coat with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur around his neck, which made the child's skin look even whiter.
This child is Lingbao. In this huge snowstorm, not even a hair of his head was messed up. Instead, he hummed a song and pushed the snowball in his hand bigger and bigger.
Lingbao is in the turbid realm of Shangqing. Theoretically, he should have supreme wisdom. Unfortunately, something unexpected happened when his intelligence was just beginning to awaken. Not only did his body become that of a child, but his intelligence was also weakened to a certain extent.
Although Shangqing's original body was also transformed into a child, he practiced hard day and night, with a stern face all day long, striving to make himself look as majestic as Taiqing and Yuqing.
It’s different in the turbid realm. Lingbao has no ambition to make progress all day long and looks more like a playful human child.
Shangqing was naturally dissatisfied with this, but although Lingbao looked young, he was in the turbid realm of Shangqing after all, and ordinary celestial beings really couldn't control him. Therefore, Shangqing could only do it himself, imitating the masters in the human world, and assigned daily homework to Lingbao. When the day of the teaching test came, he would check one by one. Every time he answered incorrectly, he would hit the palm of his hand with a long bamboo stick.
Therefore, two short-armed and short-legged snowballs can be seen in Shangqing Palace all year round. They look exactly the same, but one has a blank expression, like the frozen soil that has not melted for thousands of years, and the other has tears in his eyes, like a pool of spring water.
Chun|shui stumbled as he spoke, and after every sentence he could not help but watch Dongtu's expression carefully. If Dongtu frowned at any part of his speech, Chun|shui knew he was in trouble. He could only shrink his neck, bite his lips, and stretch out his palm to get hit hard.
At this time, Lingbao's eyes became a small reservoir, and tears could burst out at any time.
Although this scene is interesting, ordinary celestial beings dare not look at it for too long. You have to know that although these two are children, they have a high status and profound spiritual power, so they cannot be looked at directly.
The retreat of others may not mean anything to Shangqing, but it is undoubtedly misfortune for the innocent Lingbao.
Because in the heavenly world, there are no children of the same age who can play with Lingbao. Although Lingbao has two brothers, his brothers are different from Lingbao who only thinks about where to play tomorrow. Every day, they always think about some illusory things.
For example, the three of them would occasionally meditate together, and one of them would always begin to doze off. If the person who dozed off was Li Boyang, Li Boyang would suddenly shout in his sleep: "Look! It's the Tao!"
Yuanshi did not daydream, but the Yuanshi who had transformed into an old man was particularly verbose for some reason, and would repeat a sentence over and over again in his mouth even if it was broken into pieces.
Sometimes, she would pretend to be old, and from the top of the mountain, she would look out into the distance and tell him: "Lingbao, I am old. If I cannot wait until that day, it will be up to you to pursue the great path."
Ling Bao didn't understand, he just thought secretly: "Idiot, the three of us are obviously the same size. When I cultivate to adult size, I must stay away from these two idiots."
Although it is generally acknowledged that Lingbao is mentally impaired, sometimes Lingbao really doesn't know whose brain is worse, him or his two resentful brothers.
In short, apart from occasionally playing cards and winning all of Yuanshi and Li Boyang's belongings, Lingbao was not willing to play with his two brothers.
Today, in order to avoid Shangqing's random inspection of homework, Lingbao secretly hid on the foothills of Buzhou Mountain to make a snowman.
Lingbao worked alone for a long time and finally made a snowman that he was very satisfied with. The snowman's facial features were drawn by Lingbao, and the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears.
Lingbao was admiring his work when suddenly a clear child's voice came from behind him: "This snowman is so ugly."
Lingbao was stunned. He turned around and found that the person who spoke was a child who was not much taller than him. The child was dressed in a strange way and looked like an inflated balloon, holding a pink plush rabbit in his arms.
Lingbao, whose work was inexplicably criticized, retaliated by secretly attacking the child personally in his heart.
"Humph! Sissy!"
But Lingbao did not say this out loud. Instead, he quietly observed the little kid who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was wearing a big scarf, covering his entire face tightly, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed.
At this moment, those eyes were staring at the snowman that Lingbao had just completed.
There was childishness in those eyes, and his tone did not waver at all because of Ling Bao's words. The child continued to chatter about his opinions, completely unaware that he had offended the owner of the highest power in the heavenly world in front of him.
"Its mouth is too big, and why is the nose just drawn on, a dot? He should have a nice carrot as a nose, like Ren did for me before."
That’s right, the child who is talking is the Qilin cub.
Although Lingbao had already felt extremely angry when Qilin cub opened his mouth for the first time, strangely, for reasons unknown to himself, Lingbao did not interrupt Qilin cub's chatter.
Lingbao frowned and stared at the ignorant kid in front of him, listening to him talking about a snowman-making master he knew in a serious manner: "Aren is the best snowman-maker in the world!"
Lingbao regarded the title from Qilincub's mouth as a challenge to his power: "Impossible! No one in the world is better at making snowmen than me."
The Kirin cub raised his chin towards the kid in front of him who was not much taller than him, and said proudly, "Hehe! Just wait, Aren is right behind us, he will be here soon. Then ask him to build a snowman that is better looking than yours, so that you can broaden your horizons."
So, in order to wait for the legendary snowman-making master, Lingbao and Qilinzi sat on the snow with their knees hugged. They even started chatting because they were bored.
It was Lingbao who spoke first: "My name is Lingbao, what's your name?"
"My name is Lu Yang."
"Lu Yang, is that a ruin in your arms?"
After hearing this, the Qilin cub widened his eyes: "Ah! You know A Bing?"
Lingbao thought to himself that this was a good opportunity to turn the tables, so he couldn't help but brag about his achievements: "Of course I know him. When the prehistoric world first opened up, I killed quite a few of them south of Guixu."
Lingbao's original intention was to show off his strong strength. After all, ever since he transformed, he had heard Shangqing say that he had to strengthen himself before he could truly cultivate to the supreme realm and lead the four realms to prosperity.
Unexpectedly, Qilin Cub was not happy at all after hearing this. He even covered the long ears of the pink plush bunny with his hands the moment Lingbao spoke, and kept muttering: "A Bing, don't listen to his nonsense, he is bragging to us."
He lowered his head to make sure that his hands were tightly covered, then he raised his head and glared at Lingbao: "How could you say that in front of Ah Bing?"
Lingbao, who was suddenly attacked, didn't understand why: "What's the matter?"
"All the remains were born from chaos. To Ah Bing, all the remains are his relatives. You said this in front of him, as if you were showing off that you killed his grandfather and great-grandfather. Do you still have any humanity?"
Being asked this question suddenly, Ling Bao choked: "But Xu Hai's IQ is not high, and he is neither a human nor a celestial being. How can he have so many strange emotions?"
"Of course! Lu Ren said that A Bing, us, and Sister Shan Gui are all family."
"Family? You actually consider Xu Hai as family, that's weird."
"What's so strange? You don't have any family?"
family?
Lingbao's mind flashed with the faces of Li Boyang, Yuanshi, and Shangqing, but only for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "I have no family."
Shangqing said that if one wants to achieve the great way, one must travel the heaven and earth. All things are passers-by. Even they are just brief fellow travelers in the long time. One must not be obsessed or nostalgic.
However, these words sounded different to the Qilin cub, who covered his mouth in horror and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The Qilin cub made Lingbao an orphan, and he felt ashamed of himself for poking someone else's scars.
Lingbao obviously didn't realize this. He was still wondering why the Qilin cub suddenly apologized to him. When he was about to say something else, a figure wearing an orange windbreaker and holding a trekking pole, crawling hard on the snowy mountain, came into Lingbao's sight.
Lingbao had never seen such a creature on Mount Buzhou, and was a little shocked for a moment. Then the Qilin cub beside him seemed very excited. He quickly stood up, patted the snow on his butt, and jumped on the spot while waving to the orange figure in the distance: "Aren! Here! Here!"
The person who climbed Mount Buzhou as if it were Mount Everest was the latecomer Lu Ren.
Lu Ren came to save Si Yuan.
Just three days ago, the Foreign Household Registration Bureau had formally invited the Buzhoushan Boundary Bureau to a meeting.
The representatives from the Foreign Household Registration Bureau attending the meeting were: Yinglong, Donghuang Taiyi, Lu Qingzhou and Dongjun.
The Buzhou Mountain Boundary Office will be represented by the Three Pure Ones.
The meeting will be held in Taiqing Hall tomorrow morning.
But in the absence of Si Yuan, the situation of this meeting is likely to become one-sided, for example: If the Buzhou Mountain Realm Bureau wants to seize the Jiuzhou Island Mountain and River Furnace by brute force, can they really defend it?
Therefore, the most urgent task is to find a way to rescue Si Yuan before the meeting. However, due to the repulsion of the four realms, the demon race cannot go to the heavenly realm without being invited, otherwise it will become difficult to even raise their hands.
When the meeting time was set, the entire Immigrant Household Registration Bureau gathered in the conference room to discuss the issue.
The strange thing was that even though Si Yuan didn't come to work that day, no one in the Foreign Household Registration Bureau showed their true form. They all transformed into humans in a proper manner, wearing the Foreign Household Registration Bureau uniforms, and sat neatly in the meeting room.
There were crowds of people inside and outside.
As a contributor to Kyushu Island Shanchuanlu, Lu Ren had the honor to participate in this discussion. He listened to everyone expressing their concerns and couldn't help but silently worry for everyone: "What should we do?"
Will it fail at the last moment?
"Of course there is a way." Dong Jun smiled calmly, "Because the heavenly world will not reject humans."
In the past, the gods and witches could climb up to the first heaven and communicate with the gods by climbing Mount Buzhou. Then, in the long human history, an insignificant incident happened - a child, out of curiosity, followed the ten witches to secretly climb up Mount Buzhou and reached the first heaven, but was not affected by the repulsive force at all.
At that time, humans discovered that for some reason, the heavenly world, which was supposed to be the residence of celestial beings, was actually willing to accept humans.
After saying this, Dongjun silently closed his eyes, with a smile on his face, as if he was recalling those distant years. No one knows about this matter now. If Dongjun had not experienced that period of time, I am afraid no one would ever know about it.
That day, Lu Ren felt that as a cleaner in the logistics team, the help he could provide was limited, so he deliberately stood close to the door and gave the more advantageous positions to those capable big monsters.
After Dong Jun finished saying this, Lu Ren, who was standing at the door, saw that everyone in the conference room who were originally whispering to each other suddenly became quiet, and then turned their heads in unison and saluted him.
At that moment, a word flashed through Lu Ren's mind: "grass." (a kind of plant)
