Chapter 98 Friends, not enemies
Although the mountain god's messenger was dressed like a primitive man, Zhao Yushu had previously thought that it was a job requirement and did not think that he could not speak.
What really surprised him was that the other person spoke so stiffly, and his tone revealed a naivety that was not in line with his age.
It seems that he is really a primitive man!
Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling looked at each other, and saw a little doubt in each other's eyes. Zhao Yushu lowered his sword and tried to reduce his hostility: "You said we are bad people, but we also think you are a bad person, otherwise why did you take the child away?"
The mountain god's messenger seemed confused when he heard this. Perhaps he had little contact with people and could not understand such a long sentence in a short time. After a long time, he finally said: "You, want to kill, the mountain god!"
"If the mountain god wants to eat the child, shouldn't he kill him?" Zhao Yushu asked coldly.
The mountain god messenger crashed again, and after a while, he said, "The mountain god is sick."
Is the mountain god sick?
This time it was Zhao Yushu's turn to crash. The mountain god was not a person, and probably not an animal either, but an image conferred by the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, or a consciousness that resided in a certain entity.
The spirit can perish and die, but what about this illness?
"Where is the child?" Zhao Yushu didn't particularly care whether the mountain god was dead or sick. His primary task now was to rescue the child, and his secondary task was to get the magic weapon from the mountain god's messenger. Up to now, Zhao Yushu had not seen what this magic weapon looked like.
Mrs. Xu only felt something after the young Taoist priest took out Chengying. But this magic weapon made Mrs. Xu tremble with excitement before it even appeared. It looked much stronger than Chengying.
"You bad guys!"
The mountain god's messenger repeated it again.
"We are here to save the child. We don't want to discuss your twisted values and the damn mountain god with you. For the last time, where is the child?" Zhao Yushu pointed his sword forward. Since he couldn't convince himself, he might as well take action.
Zhao Yushu was ready for a fierce battle, but the mountain god's messenger hesitated and said, "Home."
Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling looked at each other in bewilderment. They obviously didn't expect the mountain god's messenger to be so honest. Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Are you willing to take us there?"
The mountain god's messenger nodded, the vertical pupils in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he jumped down from the tree: "No, no, kill people!"
Zhao Yushu hummed: "As long as the child is fine, we won't kill anyone."
Upon hearing this, the mountain god's messenger looked at Zhao Yushu deeply, then slowly lowered his body, and jumped into the depths of the forest like a stag.
An hour passed quickly, and the Zhang brothers finally became impatient and looked at the swamp in front of them with hatred, and ran up the mountain unwillingly.
Even after the two men walked away, the muddy pond remained motionless, as if nothing had happened.
The sun was setting in the west, and a few sticky and turbid bubbles appeared in the mud pond. Slowly, a pool of mud was pushed up, and a head covered in mud slowly emerged.
The middle-aged monk quickly looked around and found that there was no movement, then he let out a long sigh.
The spiritual power and injuries recovered very slowly in the quagmire. Now he had only recovered less than half of his spiritual power. Under normal circumstances, what he needed most was to find a safe place to heal his injuries quickly and recover, but that was not possible now. He had to warn the young lady.
But how can we find the young lady in such a vast forest? The middle-aged monk was not a pedantic person. After a little thought, he immediately ran down the mountain.
He can't help the lady now, but there is someone who can.
Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling followed the mountain god's messenger closely and ran in one direction.
"How far is it?" Zhao Yushu couldn't help but ask as he looked at the sun moving further and further west.
"We're almost there." The mountain god's messenger turned around and said, signaling Zhao Yushu and the others to follow closely.
After walking for a while, the mountain god's messenger stood in front of a pond and said, "We're here."
Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling frowned and looked around. This place didn't seem like a place to settle down.
"Swim over." After saying this, the mountain god's messenger jumped into the pool with a splash and swam towards a waterfall.
Zhao Yushu suddenly realized, oh, it’s the Water Curtain Cave.
"If it's inconvenient, you wait here for me. I'll go take a look and come out soon." Old Zhao was afraid that it would be embarrassing for Lan Ling, a girl, to go into the water with two grown men like him, so he gestured for Lan Ling to wait on the shore.
"We are just children of the martial arts world, there is no need to worry about so many things. Let's go." Lan Ling waved her hand nonchalantly, jumped into the pool first, and followed the messenger of the mountain god like a swimming fish.
Old Zhao smacked his lips and thought to himself that he had really underestimated others. In this world of cultivating immortals, male chauvinism is a disease and must be changed.
After swimming across the pool, just as Lao Zhao had expected, the messenger of the mountain god led the two of them through the waterfall, where there was a different world.
"Inside." The messenger of the mountain god pointed to the winding cave and took out a night-shining pearl from under a large rock nearby to lead the way.
Zhao Yushu subconsciously observed the entrance of the cave. Well, there was no mechanism, no secret passage, good ventilation, and only a set of relatively old footprints on the slippery road surface. It didn't look like a trap.
Following the faint light of the night pearl, I walked along a winding road. The road ahead seemed to become brighter. After turning a corner, the view in front of me suddenly became clear.
This is a cave, but there is a huge crack on the top of the cave. The afternoon sunlight shines through the crack, making the view of the cave very clear.
Inside the cave, there was a flat stone platform covered with thick hay. On the hay, four children, aged seven or eight, were lying in a mess and sleeping soundly. Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled instinctively.
"They are alive."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "Can I take them home?"
Upon hearing this, the mountain god's messenger lowered his head and did not answer.
"They have been missing for two days, and their families are very worried." Lan Ling stepped forward and said softly.
No matter what purpose the mountain god's messenger had in bringing the children here, the children were now safe and sound, which made Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling less hostile. Based on what they saw and heard along the way, they discovered that this so-called mountain god's messenger seemed to be a really naive and ignorant boy, without too many twists and turns.
"It's dangerous outside."
"We won't hurt them."
"No, you guys."
Zhao Yushu was stunned when he heard this. If it wasn’t them, then who could it be?
In his understanding, Jiufeng Mountain is currently divided into two camps, one is himself, Lan Ling and the villagers, and the other is the mountain god camp. Now the messenger of the mountain god seems to want to protect the child, and he also wants to protect the child, so who is the enemy?
and many more!
Zhao Yushu was suddenly stunned. He had always believed that this strange young man in front of him was the messenger of the mountain god, because the old witch called him the messenger of the mountain god. But if he was really a messenger, why did the mountain god get angry with the old witch after he took the child away?
"What's your relationship with the mountain god?" Zhao Yushu clenched his fists.
"The mountain god is sick and crazy. I will control him." The young man slowly took out something from his grass robe. The thing was tied with a hemp rope and hung around his neck. When the whole thing was taken out, Zhao Yushu held his breath.
Madam Xu was trembling so much that she almost jumped out of her sea of qi...