“No wonder, in recent years, people searching for ginseng have often returned empty-handed after venturing deep into the mountains…” Wan’er nodded, seemingly understanding. Then, remembering something, she couldn’t help but ask, “But how did you get caught by them last time?”
"Hmph, just thinking about it makes me angry. Those demons are full of tricks. They used illusions to deceive this old man. It's my fault for being greedy and thinking I had discovered another treasure land at the foot of the mountain, which led me into their trap. But now that I think about it, perhaps this is fate between this old man and the Spirit Lord." As he said this, the Ginseng King nodded, his eyes suddenly sharpening, and he pointed to a spot not far in front of him. "We're here. Look, we can go down now."
Following the Ginseng King's finger downwards, one could see the sea of clouds rolling, just like before, with a green vine "whoosh!" shooting upwards, already sprouting a small section of less than 10cm.
A dozen or so vines were intertwined together, looking quite sturdy.
"In the plant kingdom, all plants respect us. Whenever they are summoned, they will come to help, because they know that where we are, not only is the environment pure and free of impurities, but spiritual energy also gathers, aiding in growth. It's just a pity that some humans don't listen to advice, constantly destroying the environment, constantly indulging in greed, destroying themselves. Alas!" The Ginseng King's eyes reddened; he was unusually talkative today. He twitched his beard, straightened his back, and stretched out his fingers. The vine curved, like a long snake, and came into his palm, spinning several times in the air along his fingertips…
A moment later, an oval-shaped futon appeared before them, large enough for two people to sit on...
King Ginseng stroked his beard, glanced back at the place where he had once lived, then turned, stepped onto the prayer mat, walked to the side, and sat cross-legged.
Wan'er knew that saying anything at this moment would be superfluous. She took a light breath and stepped onto the light green prayer mat...
"Close your eyes, we'll be there soon." The Ginseng King placed his hands in front of his abdomen, spoke these words, twitched his beard, and closed his eyes…
“Okay,” Wan’er closed her eyes as well. Soon, a sweet fragrance of leaves wafted over, and she felt several vines begin to wrap around her body…
"Whoosh!" The wind whistled past her ears, and her body was clearly descending rapidly. However, thanks to the vines, apart from a slight swaying, Wan'er felt no discomfort...
"Splash..." The faint sound of flowing water reached my ears.
"Puff puff!" The vines loosened, and the whole body relaxed, but a pungent smell wafted over.
“Spirit Lord, we’ve arrived, we’ve arrived, cough cough!” The Ginseng King actually coughed from choking. Wan’er opened her eyes, stood up, and found herself under a big tree by the roadside, surrounded by the morning light. The futon beneath her disappeared.
The place was familiar, but the ground was damp, with puddles everywhere, filthy garbage, and even excrement floating up from the sewers...
It was obvious that the ground had been flooded not long ago...
"Alas, the flood came in strange ways and went out in strange ways, but it has finally receded. I'm afraid all the things in the house have been destroyed."
"Who says otherwise? Luckily, a cat meowed last night. All things have a spirit; the cat's meow saved everyone, otherwise someone could have died..." Two figures hurriedly ran into the residential area and headed straight inside. Although the figures were blurry, the voice was very familiar. Judging from her back, it was clearly a woman from their neighborhood...
No wonder it looked familiar; it's my own neighborhood, only everything has changed.
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