Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 139: Climbing Buzhou Again and Meeting Hongniang
"Oh, my lady, you are too cruel."
Mingyu climbed out of a big pit at the foot of Mount Buzhou with difficulty.
"After so many years, I didn't expect you to come back again." Mingyu muttered.
I don’t know if the Queen did it on purpose, but this position just happens to be three thousand feet high of Mount Buzhou.
“This pressure…”
Back then at Wuzhuang Temple, he heard Zhen Yuanzi say that Buzhou's pressure had become lighter. Even though he believed that he would not lie, he had not been there in person and did not have a deep understanding of it.
Now that I have climbed Mount Buzhou again and observed carefully, I find that it is just as Zhen Yuanzi said, the pressure from Buzhou has eased a bit.
"Oh, never mind, just crawl!" Even if this mighty pressure was a little lighter, it would make no difference to Mingyu, it was still just as heavy.
Compared to when he was still at the Heavenly Rank, Mingyu was now more relaxed. At least he didn’t have to climb up the mountain like he did before.
"Where is the magical treasure that the queen mentioned?" Mingyu climbed up step by step, still alone in the vast sky and earth.
The sky is the highest, the mountain is the highest, Pangu is the highest, and he is the smallest.
Even though Mingyu has now entered the Tao and stepped into the seventh level of Daluo, he still felt his own insignificance when he climbed Mount Buzhou again.
“Hoo~Hoo~”
Mingyu didn't know how long he had been walking. When his body began to hunch over and he could hardly walk, he suddenly heard a strong wind.
Cold, extremely cold.
"Snow?" Mingyu stretched out her palm and caught a snowflake.
He raised his head and looked up, but it was vast and boundless, with no end in sight; he looked down, but there was no bottom in sight.
"It turns out we've been walking for so long and climbing so high." Mingyu sighed and continued to climb.
The wind was blowing hard, the snow was heavy, the weather was freezing, and Pangu's pressure was so great that he could hardly breathe.
He didn't want to speak anymore, and even his thoughts were a little stagnant.
The higher they went, the more Mingyu felt that there was something more in the pressure of Mount Buzhou. It seemed to be the power of will, the will of Pangu.
This will seemed to be directed at him, but also seemed not to be. Perhaps because he was the only one climbing the mountain at that time, Mingyu felt that it was directed at him.
"Cry!" The blue phoenix cried, and the white-clothed spirit in the spiritual platform transformed into a blue phoenix that covered the sky and flew into the sky.
The same responsibilities as always, the same enlightenment as always.
Mingyu seemed to have forgotten Nuwa's instructions and was just immersed in a state of enlightenment.
Climb step by step, hone yourself step by step, and practice step by step.
What you climb is the imperfection, what you temper is your spirit, and what you cultivate is your heart of Tao.
The sky is quiet, the earth is quiet, and people are quiet.
Mingyu was just like his Yin-Yang Sword, which was put back into the furnace, forged, hammered, and quenched in water. It became sharper and sharper after being hammered and tempered a thousand times !
In the spiritual platform, the towering Tree of Life began to shed its leaves, which fell to the ground and merged into the Yin-Yang soil.
Every time a leaf falls, the light of the Tree of Nirvana becomes brighter; while the Tree of Life is shedding its leaves, it is also constantly growing leaves, as one leaf falls, another is born.
The cycle of life and death never stops.
But the Buzhou Sacred Mountain is so high and unreachable after all, even though Mingyu becomes sharper and sharper, it is still difficult to move forward.
The wind never stops, the snow never stops, but he needs to stop.
He stood still when he stopped, and his hunched back straightened up again, just like Bu Zhou.
The snow fell like goose feathers, falling on his head, on his eyebrows, and on his shoulders, and soon he was wrapped up like a snowman.
When Qingluan's soul saw that his main body had stopped, he also stopped, returned to the spiritual world and transformed into a young man in white. He sat under the Tree of Life, letting the leaves fall and grow.
"You are such a strange person." A childish voice reached Mingyu's ears, bringing him some warmth.
Is there anyone else here?
Mingyu did not feel the joy of meeting her companions in such a vast world. Instead, she was wary.
“Huh~”
A red light flashed, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, Mingyu felt warm, his eyes became clear, and he found himself in a beautiful world.
It was just that in the sky, there were densely packed red silk threads woven together, forming knots here and there, and the knots dazzled Mingyu.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Mingyu lowered his head and a thin, somewhat blurry figure appeared in front of him. The voice sounded like a little girl.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The little girl questioned Mingyu with a bit of dissatisfaction in her voice.
“Logically, you should be the one who brought me here.” Mingyu rolled her eyes.
"Also, you don't even introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"
"You really are a weirdo." the little girl muttered.
When I asked others before, they all answered truthfully, except this guy, who was acting weird.
"I'm a matchmaker!"
Although she thought Mingyu was strange, Hongniang still told him.
"Hongniang? Did you choose this name yourself?" Mingyu looked strange.
Hongniang raised her head proudly, "Yes, how about it, does it sound good?"
"Yeah, it sounds nice, of course it sounds nice!" Mingyu nodded decisively.
"Of course." Hongniang was very satisfied with Mingyu's attitude.
"Oh, no, no, you haven't told me your name yet!"
I almost let this guy slip away.
"My name is... I won't tell you!" Mingyu came close to her and used the Yin-Yang sword!
"Ah!" Hongniang disappeared in an instant.
"You are really a weird person!" Hongniang's tone was quite dissatisfied. She appeared in the sky, looking down at Mingyu, but her figure was still blurry.
"Aren't you the weird one?!"
Mingyu threw out the white jade bracelet and smashed the figure in the air into pieces.
"I don't know how many years old this old monster is, but he still has to come out and act young!"
As soon as he entered this world, he sensed a hint of murderous intent. This matchmaker was not as harmless as she seemed.
"Who is surprised? I have clearly transformed myself according to your imagination, but I just didn't let you see my face clearly!"
Hongniang appeared again, but this time she had changed her image. She was dressed in red, with a face as white as jade and as beautiful as the morning sun, but there was an indescribable coldness between her brows.
"Hey, you don't want to pretend anymore?" Mingyu took out the Three Lives Stone and tossed it up and down in his hand.
"Hmph!" Hongniang's jade hands flew, and red lines in the sky fell down, interweaving like a net, and a misty breath enveloped her.
Mingyu pushed out the Three Lives Stone, which was like a mountain suppressing the four directions. No matter what Hongniang did, she couldn't break the defense.
It was as if the San Sheng Stone naturally restrained her.
"Alright, alright, put away your magical powers and follow me." Mingyu said lazily.
"Why?" Hongniang was so angry that she pulled out a red silk thread from the sky. This pull untied all the red knots that covered the sky like a tangled mess of hemp.
She sketched Mingyu's appearance in the air, then wrapped the red string around his ring finger three times.
"Don't think I can't do anything to you if you don't tell me your name!"
Hongniang opened her magic eyes and began to cast a spell.
One red thread after another started from Mingyu's hand and stretched into the void.
In Yunmengze , Hongyun, who was preaching to Ling'er, frowned, waved his hand to cut the red thread, took it in his palm, and looked at it for a moment.
Then, the murderous intent alarmed all directions.
Hongyun's face was as gloomy as water. Someone actually had his eyes on his little cotton-padded jacket?
"Zhen Yuanzi, I have something to talk to you about!" Hong Yun crushed a jade talisman.
On Yushan Mountain, the Queen Mother cut off three red threads with a dark face, and the flags gathering immortals rang loudly.
Tiannan, Aunt Qing raised her hand and burned the red thread.
"Auntie Qing, what's wrong?" Little Phoenix looked at her strangely.
"It's all right."
Taiyin Star, the murderous intent of the two star gods is almost condensed into substance.
In the Queen Wa Palace, Nuwa looked at Mount Buzhou expressionlessly.
At the observatory, the Emperor of Heaven waved his hand over Xuannv's head imperceptibly.
"Your Majesty?" Xuannv, who was reporting on her work, looked up.
"Oh, go on."
…
“Puff~”
Hongniang's face was as pale as gold paper and she looked extremely weak.
"You...you are such a weirdo. Why do you have so many destined people? They are so diverse and so strong!"
She glanced at Mingyu hatefully and disappeared on the spot.
A red thread fell in the air.
"How would I know?" Mingyu took the red string, not understanding what it meant, but that didn't stop him from preaching seriously.
"Remember next time, don't look at things you shouldn't look at!"
The red string moved, as if in rebuttal.
"Bang~" The red line world was shattered, and Mingyu returned to the ice and snow.
