Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 707 Final Convergence

Luo Jiutian began to wander around the house anxiously again, looking down at Zhang Boyin who was motionless from time to time, of course, mainly looking at the Panlong Pond he was holding.

“I suddenly thought of something.” The Taoist commander looked at Luo Jiutian.

“Yeah.” Luo Jiutian replied a look patiently.

As of just now, the Dao Master has “suddenly” thought of several things. With so many things squeezing into his head at the same time, Luo Jiutian has already felt that in the next second, either the truth will appear or his brain will collapse.

Dao Chang raised his index finger, “The Great Altar.”

Luo Jiutian nodded as he thought, “That girl said about the big altar. I remember, you used to say that the villagers called the crematorium fire lotus, right? So what should we call it? Fire lotus The crematorium? Or the great altar?”

“The Great Altar,” the Taoist affirmed, “That was its original name.”

“Um… that’s right.”

“The problem is,” the Taoist finally said what he wanted to say, “what is it for offering sacrifices?”

this problem…

Luo Jiutian opened his mouth and was about to answer, but suddenly realized that he could not answer.

is not a prophet of longevity, nor is it a fire lotus.

“Do the people in the village have any special beliefs?” Luo Jiutian asked.

“What do you think?”

Luo Jiutian leaned against the window frame and thought about it seriously, “I think it is.”

“why?”

“I’m not sure… but I think that since they believe in that so-called prophet, they can’t be an atheist, right? Look at it this way…eh? That’s…”

Luo Jiutian stood beside the window with his hands in his pockets, his upper body leaned out of the window frame, staring at something intently.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is…” Luo Jiutian pointed at the thing, turned around and said, “It seems to be a gecko.”

“Gecko?” Dao Chang’s eyebrows only tangled for a second, “Ah, Gecko!”

Dao Master stood up and walked to Luo Jiutian.

Under the pine tree outside the wooden house, a little gecko was crawling around flexibly, turning his head to look in the direction of the wooden house from time to time.

Luo Jiutian noticed the look in Dao Master’s eyes, “Dao Master, do you know that gecko?”

“Have you forgotten?” said the Taoist chief, “We picked up a gecko when we were down the mountain, and it was brought back by the Son of Light.”

“Oh, yes, eh? Is it this one? How do I remember that gecko has to be slapped…”

“Yes?”

At this moment, the rustle of branches and leaves was heard from the depths of the distant woods.

Everyone followed the little gecko that was climbing with all their strength and ran strenuously.

Baomu tried to run with Qin Yin on his back, but in this way, his speed was not as fast as the lame Qin Yin, so they could only drag the lame Qin Yin and the weak Xiaolan reluctantly, as much as possible. Followed by the green gecko shuttled among the green grass.

Xiaolan’s lips were white, she wiped off the sweat on her forehead and looked up at her surroundings.

“here…”

“What’s wrong here?” Shen Fu, who was holding her, looked around warily.

“How do I feel a little familiar?”

“Huh? No?” Qin Yin shouted, “Are we coming back?”

“It shouldn’t be,” the fool’s voice came from the front, “Everyone, hurry up.”

“You can’t get up soon, brother idiot,” Baomu’s legs and feet are also a little uncomfortable, “Or you chase in front, we watch your figure run.”

“Brother Baomu, do you smell anything?” Xiaolan asked.

“No,” Baomu sniffed, “We are still the only ones around here.”

“I seem to have been here,” Xiaolan insisted, “No, I have been here!”

Her gaze focused on a strange-shaped banyan tree, which was sturdy and tall, and was gently swinging its leaves in the sun.

Xiaolan pulled Shen Fu and stumbled towards the banyan tree.

“I have seen it!”

Although the tree was not as tall as it was when I saw it last time, at that time, it was probably just a young tree.

“What’s the matter?” The idiot asked loudly when the people behind him stopped.

Xiaolan reached out and touched the damp trunk of the tree, standing on her toes and looking into the distance.

Shen Fu blinked and looked into the distance with her.

Xiaolan bounced.

I am too short.

“Why don’t you ride on my shoulder to watch?” Shen Fu asked.

Xiaolan retracted his gaze, and took a look at the thin Shen Fu, “Can you?”

“We should be able to hold the tree,” Shen Fu knelt down and motioned to Xiaolan to step up, “Are you very light?”

“I am not heavy.”

“Come on, then.” Shen Fu pointed his bald arm to his back.

“Thank you…thank you…”

As soon as Shen Fu lifted up with Xiaolan, his face changed. Xiaolan pretended not to see it, and only craned his neck to look around.

“Hmm…huh…hey…” Shen Fu straightened up with difficulty.

Xiaolan can’t stand it anymore, “Are you okay?”

“It’s okay, I’m still…oh…okay,” Shen Fu’s face has turned into pig liver color, and his feet begin to tremble, “You are not heavy at all.”

Um? How can it feel like there is no silver three hundred taels here?

“I’m not too heavy…”

“It’s okay, it’s really okay, look for it,” Shen Fu finally leaned against the tree trunk and found a relatively labor-saving posture, “What are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for a building…ah! I found it!”

Across a large bush of branches, the dark brown cabin finally appeared at the end of her vision.

Xiaolan was so excited that she almost jumped on top of Shen Fu’s head. Shen Fu also lost his center of gravity. When Baomu and the fool ran over, they just saw the two of them whirring and calling something and fell to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Qin Yin and Baomu supported each other, “The little gecko is almost lost, so follow up!”

“Sister Xiaoyin, I saw the wooden house!” Xiaolan helped Shen Fu up and shouted, “It’s Huolian’s wooden house!”

“Wooden house? Near here?”

“Just ahead!” Xiaolan shouted, “This is the direction the gecko is heading!”

“So the gecko is going to take us to the wooden house?” the fool asked.

“It must be,” Xiao Lan ran up, “There should be the place that Huo Lian loves most. After all, that is where she stored the body of the Prophet.”

The crowd converged and ran in the direction Xiaolan pointed out. As expected, after a while, they found the little gecko again.

“Sure enough!” Xiao Lan said excitedly.

“It seems that this little gecko is really reliable,” Qin Yin said with a smile, “The Son of Light has a good grip.”

Hearing that the Son of Light was boasting, Baomu couldn’t help but straighten up.

They followed the gecko all the way, tirelessly, running faster and faster.

Passing around the last few pine trees, the small wooden house is in the open space in front, quietly waiting for them.

(End of this chapter)