荒墟牧神 - 第777章 驢背踏芳徑 - 簡牘書房

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Chapter 788 — Treading the Fragrant Path on a Donkey's Back

The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5

Even if you return to the grasslands, you will hardly accomplish anything; instead you will drag the people of the grasslands into danger, with the calamity of annihilation upon them.

You gave me the grace of begetting me, and that is why I warn you. " Khan Luandi sneered, "Back then you nearly poisoned all the people of the grasslands to death, and you still have the face to speak of putting them in danger?

You and I cut all ties long ago.

If you still care for the bond of blood, then do not stand in my way! " The youth frowned slightly, stepped aside to let him pass, and said, "Do not forget: it was the First Ancestor who saved our forebears. " Khan Luandi hesitated a moment, but ground his teeth and walked past him.

The black sun deity glanced back at the youth and said in a low voice, "Who is that? I observe that he too carries the bloodline of Mahakala. " "The Great Venerable of the Golden Palace of Loulan, who seized the body of my son Banggongcuo, and is now of the Divine Bridge realm," said Khan Luandi.

"Though he shares my blood and counts as my son, he has thrown in his lot with the Chiming remnant clans, and will never come back to aid me. Let us leave at once.

There are many masters in the city, and several dreadful gods and demons hold it.

" The two left the capital, and in a moment had taken wing and were gone. Banggongcuo and those three-headed, six-armed deities went on their way, and came to the imperial city within the capital, where they saw a black tiger, small and nimble as a civet, racing along the eaves and walls, with a white fox behind it, leaping and skipping along the palace wall in pursuit of the little black tiger.

"Tiger Venerable, Miss Ling," Banggongcuo halted and said, "Are the Woodcutter Sage and Cult Master Shen here?

" The little tiger, catlike, stopped and sat on the palace wall: "Banggongcuo? And several fellow cultivators from the South Sea. The world is in chaos, did you not take advantage of Jingping's weakness to seize territory?

" The white fox stopped too, and transformed into a little girl of seven or eight, unable to hide the seven tails behind her: "Great Venerable, in the past you would flee in panic the moment you saw the Young Master.

Why do you now seek him out of your own accord? " Banggongcuo smiled, "Jingping has no time to look after itself now, and neither does the South Sea. Therefore the Chiming Divine Son has descended in projection, and invites the Woodcutter Sage and Cult Master Shen to come to the South Sea for a talk.

" The white fox said, "The Young Master is not here.

Has the Chiming Divine Son come in projection, or has he come to the South Sea in his true body?

Great Venerable, your words are not truthful. " Banggongcuo smiled faintly and did not answer.

"The Old Master Woodcutter, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, and the Emperor are building a Great Teleportation Array to link the various regions. " The little black tiger shook its body and became a black tiger ten feet in length. "Follow me!

" The little girl leapt onto the tiger's back, and the black tiger bounded away. Banggongcuo followed them into the imperial palace, where the black tiger halted; there they saw a great many craftsmen, under the leadership of Mo Jiang, building a tremendous gateway, and among them were the Woodcutter, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping, and the Emperor, calculating numbers and celestial patterns.

"Banggongcuo comes at the command of the Chiming Divine Son to pay his respects. " Banggongcuo bowed together with those deities, then straightened and said, "The Great Teleportation Arrays are set in each city, letting soldiers and civilians pass among them and travel between cities.

Yet the medicines and stones consumed each day are beyond counting, and moreover, should anyone harbor thoughts of rebellion, he need only shut down the Great Teleportation Array and Your Majesty would be left helpless.

Why should Your Majesty labor in vain?