The roar had not subsided yet, and similar roars sounded in different parts of the swamp, echoing continuously.

Du Heng listened for a while, and the smile that always hangs on his face disappeared without realizing it.

When the night in the Black Swamp wilderness became quiet again, the middle-aged man who claimed to be an antiquities scholar and a history researcher turned around and looked at Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others said:

“The situation over there is a little more troublesome than I expected.

"It seems I have to rush my way overnight."

While he was talking, he had already stood up.

"Be careful." Jiang Baimian said politely without trying to keep him.

Du Heng laughed, without making a direct response, and said casually before saying goodbye:

"Little girl, your name always reminds me of the past. At that time, there were many cotton fields near my hometown. Every time this season, or a little later, you can see countless small clouds falling on the ground. The scene was so beautiful."

Jiang Baimian stood up and smiled slightly:

"My father was a biologist who studied cotton improvement, and the month I was born was the season for a bumper cotton harvest, so he gave me this name."

Speaking of this, she protested with a smile:

"Although you are indeed older than us, you probably can't use the title of 'little girl'."

Du Heng laughed:

"I'm much older than I look, and I'm even older than you think."

He didn't delay any more and waved his hand with a smile:

"I hope to see you again."

"I hope to see you again." Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others responded politely.

Du Heng waved his hand again, turned his body, and walked around the earthen buns, step by step towards the north in the dark wilderness where the sun had set and the moon had not risen.

"Ms. Garoland, what about you? Are you going to rush north of Yuelu Station?" Jiang Baimian sat down again and looked at the blond and blue-eyed Taoist opposite.

Garoland replied with a smile:

"No need to call me lady. There is no difference between men and women on the way to find the "Tao".

"If you want to show respect, I don't mind. You can call me Taoist priest.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you want to call me Xiao Luo, Xiao Lan, and Xiao Jia like this. This is nothing more than asking for different scenery on the road, and there is no distinction between high and low."

"It's quite, it's quite up-to-earth." Jiang Baimian thought for a long time and finally came up with an appropriate adjective, "It can be seen that you have learned a very good dirt language."

"This is not my own voluntary." Garoland's answer was completely beyond the expectations of Bai Chen and others.

She then gave an explanation with a smile:

"The classics about 'Tao' are all written in gray and earth. If translated into Honghe language, they will lose their charm and cannot be described accurately."

After saying that, she threw the rabbit bones she had gnawed onto the ground, put two oily fingers into her mouth, sucked them a few times, and then wiped them on the clothes without much care.

Such casual behavior, combined with her beautiful but noble temperament, made Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others a little stunned.

Garoland took out a water bag, took two sips, and saw that the people on the other side were staring at him in a daze, then chuckled and said:

"Sometimes, we can't even distinguish between truth and falsehood, and we can't even guarantee the most basic survival. We still care about these irrelevant details. What should we do? It's better to be casual and rely on nature."

Speaking of this, her eyes turned to the jumping bonfire, and her smile said with an indescribable smile:

"Just like the nobles of the 'Original City' Senate, they were all wanderers who struggled to survive in the wilderness decades ago. When there was no clean water source, they even had to drink their pees from their companions. Now they have to talk about etiquette, high and low, and various red tape that actually has no meaning.

"Haha, when there are still citizens in the city who die of starvation and starvation, they stipulate that a dish and tableware must be used for banquets."

Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen have never been to "Zuchu City" and have only heard some rumors, so they really can't take on this topic.

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"It seems you are from 'Original City'."

Galoland smiled, the blond and blue-eyed Taoist priest, without giving a positive answer, nor denied it.

Shang Jianyao's scene was a little quiet for a moment, so he changed the topic:

"Master Garolan, what is a Taoist priest?"

Garoland thought about it seriously:

“It’s really difficult to explain this…

"Have you ever met monks? You can treat Taoist priests as another kind of monks, belong to another religion, and believe in monks with different ages."

When Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and others all felt that the veins on their foreheads jumped.

Shang Jianyao took the initiative to ask:

"I don't know which senzu is your belief in?"

Galoland's expression became serious:

"Zhuangsheng."

"..." All members of the "Old Transfer Group" are a bit difficult to describe.

——After getting rid of the Pure Dharma, Long Yuehong and Shang Jianyao shared the information informed by this mechanical monk who did not lie to Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen.

And one of the most important information is:

The monks' sect believe that this world is just a dream of the past Buddha "World Free Tathagata", so it is full of all kinds of pain. The monks' sects represent the year and leap month, and has a unique name outside the monks' sects.

That name is:

"Zhuangsheng"!

Garoland took all the slightly abnormal reactions of several people in his eyes, but did not ask any questions.

After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian asked tentatively:

"Did you join the current sect at the 'Original City'?"

Garoland nodded:

"Yes, Eternal Years Sect."

A smile gradually appeared on her face:

"At that time, my mother had just passed away, and I was unhappy with the rest of the family..."

Suddenly, Shang Jianyao interrupted the Taoist priest's memory:

"Why did you not only not feel sad when your mother passed away, but also laugh?"

Garoland laughed and said in a stern and earthy verb:

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of this world, just like spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there will always be alternation and reincarnation. Although my mother is dead, she still sleeps between heaven and earth, and is still a part of nature. Perhaps one day, she will start over in another form, just as winter is over and spring is coming.

“Since you understand this, why do you still cry sadly?

"If you have this energy, it's better to miss it more."

Shang Jianyao wanted to refute, but could not find the loophole in the other party's theory, so he could only shut his mouth in a cowardly manner.

He even felt that what Galoland said was a little reasonable, but it was just too extreme.

Galoland was about to continue the previous topic, and another desolate roar sounded north of Yuelu Station:

"Aowoo!"

This time, the roar became more and more high-pitched and rough, and there was obvious change.

After listening, Galolan turned his head and smiled slightly:

"It seems that I have to go to that place, too."

She stood up slowly, hugged her right hand with her left hand, and bowed:

"There is no one who can do it, and the new world is right in front of you."

Then, she patted her Taoist robe and walked towards the north like a drift.

"The supreme man is another name for the priest of the year..." Seeing Garoland, the Taoist priest, go away, Shang Jianyao briefly explained.

Jiang Baimian had already stood up and looked at the direction where Galolan and Du Heng left. Suddenly, she laughed:

“Really, why don’t they prepare a car and have to walk?

"With their ability, this shouldn't be too difficult..."

Who would have no support to dare to trek through the wilderness shrouded in the night?

There is no need for such people to deliberately delay, and wait for the first batch of ruin hunters to trigger most of the dangers.

"It may be that the incident happened suddenly." Bai Chen judged from his own perspective.

"Maybe it's to maintain the image." Shang Jianyao said in a direction that normal people would not think.

"...I don't know what you said makes sense." Jiang Baimian almost laughed. "I mean the history researcher named Du Heng. As for Galoland, she said that if you want to see the various scenery on the journey, it is better to walk."

Before the team members could speak, Jiang Baimian said seriously:
To be continued...