Chapter 437 Old Donkey
With Xiaobai's detailed description, Ji Rong wouldn't get lost after entering the crevice.
But those crevices were pitch black, mostly without a ray of light, and the air was filled with a foul, musty smell.
Despite Ji Rong's careful steps, her feet inevitably stepped on some round objects that were both soft and hard.
The terrible environment made Ji Rong, who was naturally fastidious, want to turn around and leave, but out of longing for the ancient ruins and sentient beings, Ji Rong suppressed her discomfort and continued to walk forward.
She drilled through the cracks and across the pool, then drilled through the cracks again, until finally Ji Rong climbed the steps and arrived outside the blessed land.
When Ji Rong looked at the dilapidated stone ground, where pebbles and donkey droppings and urine had become a solid mess and its original appearance was no longer recognizable, she no longer had any desire to appreciate the old site and ruins. She simply spread her wings and flew straight over.
Upon entering the cave, one could see slivers of light shining down from above onto a dilapidated stone chair deep inside, giving it a sense of decay.
Ji Rong flew straight down to the half-broken stone chair and stood there. It wasn't that she wanted to stand in the main seat to show off her status, but rather that the place was too filthy, like a cage for raising living creatures, and there was really no place to put her feet.
Beneath the stone chair lay a emaciated white donkey, paralyzed on the ground, its head and neck still able to move.
The donkey was completely white, with no other colors on its body; there was also some dry grass beneath it, which was extremely out of place with the filth and mess around it.
Hearing the sound of wind in the air, the old donkey turned its head and looked up, and was immediately so startled that its neck stiffened.
He couldn't discern the other's cultivation level, only inwardly sighing that he was getting old, before forcing out a bit of kingly aura and trying to remain calm, asking, "Fellow Daoist, what brings you here?"
After saying this, the old white donkey stared nervously at Ji Rong.
He prayed in his heart that his children would not return, but the prayer could not be heard from his heart. "Clap, clap, clap," familiar footsteps sounded from outside. It was the yellow donkey, Fifty-Three, who had fallen asleep after eating the spiritual herb, who came in.
She looked at Ji Rong and happily called out to Mao Han, her words a jumble of "ah" and "huh" that Ji Rong couldn't quite make out.
But this did not diminish Ji Rong's appreciation for her. She smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have such good talent. You were able to refine your horizontal bone after eating only a mid-grade spiritual herb."
Old Donkey Mao Han understood what Huang Wushisan meant, but he had no expectations, because his injury could not be healed by just a few mid-grade spiritual herbs.
Ji Rong looked at Mao Han and asked in surprise, "You don't belong to the same branch as them, so how did you get here?"
And you've already cultivated to the level of a king, how did you fall to such a state?!
Tell me your origins and story, so that I may know the reason and heal you.
Having said that, she brushed aside the pebbles beside the stone chair, sat on the remaining half of the stone, and said loudly, "Old donkey, do you know that I am the current ruler, Lady Ji, and I have come to Buzhou to reform the customs of Buzhou?"
"Seeing me is your good fortune; hurry up and tell me, or you'll miss this opportunity."
"You...you're willing to heal my injuries?" Mao Han's breathing became rapid upon hearing this.
Ji Rong immediately spread her wings and raised her head, saying, "This is a small matter."
"If the information you provide is useful, you might even get a reward." With that, she picked out a common blood-activating and muscle-relaxing pill from under her wing, saying, "Open your mouth and eat this pill; it will make your limbs feel more relaxed."
Under Huang Wushisan's expectant gaze, Mao Han opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.
Upon ingesting the medicine, there was initially no noticeable sensation.
Once the medicine has dissolved in the stomach, its medicinal power will penetrate into the meridians throughout the body.
At first it itched, then it hurt, so much so that it felt like he was being gnawed by a thousand ants. When he tried to cry out, he just opened his mouth and fainted.
When Mao Han woke up again, he first felt excruciating pain all over his body, but then he was overjoyed. The pain meant that he was feeling better!
He opened his eyes and saw that the powerful bird who had given him the medicine was still sitting on the half stone chair. A gray rat was squatting on her left, a python was coiled on her right, and a tiny white dragon was hanging around her neck.
In fact, Mao Han had never seen a real dragon, nor did he know how big the dragon cub was.
Just as he secretly glanced up, the little white dragon was also looking at him.
The dragon narrowed its eyes, then opened its mouth and bared its teeth at Mao Han. Its imposing presence made Mao Han feel that it was sacred and noble, undoubtedly a true dragon.
Meanwhile, the self-proclaimed sovereign, Lady Ji, was distributing spirit herbs to the soaking wet, lined-up yellow donkeys. The talking donkeys, Huang Wushisan and Huang Shi, were maintaining order and urging the timid donkeys to come forward and receive Lady Ji's bounty.
The years of accumulated excrement and urine in the hall were also cleaned up, and the air was no longer filled with the stench of excrement and urine. Instead, there was a fresh smell mixed with a slight stench of excrement and urine, which Mao Han missed dearly.
Ji Rong sat at the head of the table and glanced at the old white donkey, which was already awake. She beckoned to Huang Wushisan and then gave him the low-grade spiritual herbs in her paws, saying, "You've ruined this blessed land into a cesspool. Quickly take them outside and continue to clean up the dung!"
For every 30% of the manure cleared, you'll receive one spirit herb. If you run out, come back and ask me for more. Go now!
Huang Wushisan happily accepted the spirit herb and, together with Huang Shi, led the clan to continue shoveling manure outside.
After they had all left, Ji Rong lowered her head and looked at Mao Han, saying, "Alright, tell me quickly and in detail."
After saying that, she took out a pot of syrup and two plates of fruit. She handed one plate of fruit to the mountain mouse. The mountain mouse was stunned when it saw the fruit, then stretched out its paw, took one, and stuffed it into its mouth.
Ji Rong laughed loudly upon seeing "Ha Ga," and she also picked up a spirit fruit and stuffed it into the mountain python's mouth. Then she said to the mountain rat, "This is for the white donkey down there. Good mountain rat, quickly take it to him. I want to hear a story, sir."
Upon hearing this, the mountain rat nodded repeatedly. It picked up the plate and placed it next to Mao Han. The jade object made a crisp sound as it hit the ground. The mountain rat followed suit, grabbed a fruit, jumped up, and stuffed it into Mao Han's mouth.
This rat looks small, but it's incredibly strong! Mao Han thought to himself, "This is definitely not an ordinary rat."
Mao Han quickly swallowed the spiritual fruit in his mouth. He dared not taste any other spiritual fruits and began to tell his story in detail.
It turns out that this old donkey was not born in the Bingtian Mountains. He was originally from the Laxi Mountains. In ancient times, his clan had an ancestor called "Fuyu Dasheng" who occupied a cave called "Fangu".
There are four small spiritual veins around this ancient grotto-heaven, and dozens of clans live around these spiritual veins. At that time, they all depended on the Great Sage Fuyu for their livelihood.
Initially, their tribe was the most powerful force in the Laxi Mountains. Although no more Great Saints emerged from the tribe, each generation produced Emperors and Great Cultivators, thus maintaining their status and allowing them to reside in the Fan Gu Cave Heaven.
But gradually, as the spiritual veins dried up, their clan lost all its powerful cultivators.
Fortunately, it wasn't just their tribe that was weak; other tribes faced the same predicament, and everyone was forced to weaken, so they lived in relative peace.
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