Counterattack Xiaoxian

But Uncle Fu had a problem, that is, he was addicted to alcohol. Apart from teaching, he was drunk all day long. He was poor and sour, so no one wanted to pay attention to him.

After hearing this, Ji Lingchu sighed, “They are all people with stories!”

Fat Dada said, don't imitate him. This old guy is a model of human failure, and he can't even get a wife.

After eating and drinking, Ji Lingchu went to the hut. When he came out, he suddenly bumped into someone. The person was knocked to the ground and shouted "Ouch, ouch".

After taking a closer look, he found that it was Uncle Fu. He couldn't help but wonder. With his ability, he couldn't even notice someone outside the door. Where did he get out?

Thinking of this, Ji Lingchu hurriedly reached out to help him. I wonder if it was a coincidence that when he reached out, his hand was held by Uncle Fu. Then he felt his hand being gently stroked.

"Ahem!" He forced himself not to throw it away, pulled him up and said, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing, nothing, old and decayed, it's better to be young, with a solid body and a sweet spring inside..." Uncle Fu didn't know whether he was really drunk or intoxicated, but he was quite happy anyway.

What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this?

Ji Lingchu felt hairy all over his body. He quietly pulled out his hand, secretly scolded you for being an old man, and quickly ran away.

Uncle Fu laughed endlessly from behind...

After coming out of the restaurant, Ji Lingchu went directly to the red clay basin, but left the wild boar king outside, for fear that the wild boars would rekindle their old feelings and make a comeback.

There are indeed scattered wild boars in the basin, but they are no longer a climate. There is a lack of food here, and they will definitely return to where they came from over time.

When he came to the bottom of the lone rock, he walked around and found that the rock was about six feet in diameter and several stories high. It stood out like a flock of chickens on this low-lying red land and was completely different from the surrounding environment.

This stone is divided into two by a smooth straight line. Only one palm can be inserted into the gap, which is like a knife splitting. No wonder it is called "a knife splitting the stone".

As Pang Dada said, the top and bottom of the rock are covered with patterns and lines, and a large section shows a group of naked people working in cutting mountains and clearing rocks, transporting them, and there are also scenes of hunting, eating, and offering sacrifices while holding weapons.

Ji Lingchu was immediately attracted. Looking at it, he felt that it looked familiar. He remembered that he had seen some of the patterns on the stone building in front of the Yao Shrine Palace.

He felt that there must be a connection between the two, so he decided to ask Huazang, who was known as the "little psychic" of Yao Shrine.

Unexpectedly, when he found Hanazang, he rarely saw the boy sitting alone on the terrace in front of the palace, secretly wiping tears.

Ji Lingchu was very curious, wondering what could make this carefree little guy so sad? So he gently sat next to him and asked him.

Huazang wiped away his tears and refused to say anything. After Ji Lingchu's repeated questioning, he told the truth.

It turns out that Hua Zang loves to eat fish. Every few days, he will go to the Fish Chop Street in the town to see if there are any fresh fish. He is also very popular among the fishermen in the Fish Chop Street. If there is any good product, he will definitely buy it. Leave it to him.

But when he went back yesterday, the situation had changed dramatically. No fisherman was willing to sell him fish. More importantly, some people actually called him a "witch traitor."

As he spoke, Hanazang couldn't help crying again.

What? ...Witch! This accusation was a bit excessive for a child. Ji Lingchu asked: "Who called it that?"

Huazang's nose twitched and said: "It's fish intestines. I used to call him Ayu. He is the boss of Chopped Fish Street. He said that I am not worthy of eating his fish, and he told others not to sell it to me."

"Haha!" Ji Lingchu felt a little funny and asked, "Why is he like this?"

"He said that if you and I, the little prince from the Fu Kingdom, even Brother Ji Zi, collude and bully the people of the Red Spider Tribe, you will definitely betray the Youwu Clan in the future."

"Then will you betray the Youwu Clan?" Ji Lingchu touched his head.

Huazang puffed up his chest and said loudly: "No!"

"That's right, then why are you sad? A person who is angry for a fool is even more stupid."

Hua Zang then burst into laughter. Ji Lingchu took the opportunity to ask him about splitting rocks with a knife. Hua Zang shook his head and said he didn't know.

At his instigation, the boy took him to consult the saint.

The Saintess had recovered from her injuries and was sitting in meditation in front of the statue of Yao. After hearing what Ji Lingchu said, she was also surprised and expressed that she wanted to take a look.

Ji Lingchu led the two of them back to the stone chopping with a knife. The saint was shocked when she saw it, bowed to the ground, and then slapped it with her palm.

The surface of the rock flashed, and an earthy yellow halo appeared, followed by hundreds of palm-sized strange-shaped characters that lit up one by one, lasting for half a stick of incense, and finally disappeared.

The saint looked solemn and said: "Sure enough, this rock was once cast by the saints of the previous generation with divine magic. It must resonate with the same origin. The words just now should be the long-lost 'ancient inscriptions'. It's a pity that I As a maid of God Yao, I don’t know anyone.”

After being silent for a while, she said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years ago, the Youwu clan encountered a catastrophe and was defeated by the Fu people. Shenggong Magi took pity on the suffering of the clansmen and spent all his efforts to lay 999 in the Burial Star Sea. A 'Zhenyuan Pillar' forms the 'Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Gods and Demons Array', and the Scarlet Spider Department also has one."

Ji Lingchu was slightly surprised and said, "Is this it..."

The saint shook her head, and Ji Lingchu said smartly: "I know, of course it is in Yao Shen Palace."

The saint understood what he meant and said: "That's just an imitation, far from it."

"Then what's going on?" Ji Lingchu pointed at the knife and split the stone.

"It is said that in order to refine the Zhen Yuan Pillar, the ancestors used a flying stone from the sky as the base, cut the mountain into the pillar, and turned the stone into gold. This rock should be the remaining part."

Ji Lingchu opened his mouth wide: "Are you saying that the Zhenyuan Pillar was cut from here?"

"Exactly, our clan's Zhenyuan Pillar is a square array of eyes, which is unusual. It is only heard that it has been hidden between yin and yang for hundreds of years." The saint said with emotion: "As time goes by, how many The secret was reduced to scorched earth and rubble, and I never thought I could see it with my own eyes."

Ji Lingchu couldn't help but sigh at how persevering and tenacious the ancestors of the witch people were to achieve such a shocking achievement.

At the same time, he speculated that it was the last time Pang Dada used the technique of "gathering sand to form a tower" to destroy the surface of the giant rock and reveal the stone carvings, otherwise it would never be known to the world.

"Those are ancient ruins. You should protect them well. Maybe someone will be willing to pay to see them."

The saint knew that he liked to talk nonsense, so she rolled her eyes at him and said: "Everything related to the Zhenyuan Pillar is secret. There is divine protection here, and I will also let people take care of it. You did a good job this time. "

"Hehe, it's not just my fault, your father also put in a lot of effort." Ji Lingchu thought to himself, with a satisfied look on his face, but he was a little worried that Master Sang would scold him when he found out. This seems to be a nosy habit. It can't be changed.