Journey to the West: Building a Celestial Empire Starting from Lion Camel Ridge

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Silver bubbles?

Has anyone ever seen a carp blow silver bubbles?

Chen Ping'an looked around and, sure enough, everyone was stunned, their eyes filled with intense curiosity.

"It's still somewhat useful."

Ali slowly spoke, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why wait until we were about to stew it before you spoke?"

puff!

The bubble burst, and silvery smoke poured out, condensing, twisting, and deforming above the jade basin.

It eventually turned into a silvery-white, book-like object, which hovered in mid-air.

"This fish doesn't look like it has a big belly, but it can really hold a lot!"

Zhao Gou'er exclaimed in amazement. He glanced at the golden carp that had submerged back into the water and become lazy again, and then looked at the scroll. He found it unbelievable.

Chen Pingan reached out and took the thing in his hand.

"What is it?"

A-Li watched curiously as Chen Ping'an placed it on the purification platform and slowly unfolded it.

It is painted with rough lines, some areas are splattered with thick ink, and some areas are glowing red.

Some of the red light was still moving around, as if it were alive.

Upon closer inspection, the red light was actually composed of tiny red dots.

"It looks like a map?"

Chen Pingan said uncertainly.

Ali examined it carefully, counting the small red dots: "It's a map. Look at this area, this is our shelter. Four red dots mean there are four of us here."

Chen Ping'an looked closely and sure enough, in the very center of the map, in a place that looked like charcoal, a small red light was shrouded.

"This black color must represent the concentration of death energy."

Fan Qiming said in a deep voice, pointing to the Earth God Temple on the map: "The Earth God Temple is on the edge of the ruins of White Bone Town, where the concentration of death energy is indeed lower."

"And in the deep mountains to the north, the deathly aura is also very faint."

Chen Ping'an examined the map carefully: "So, this is the map of White Bone Town?"

"It should be."

Ah Li stroked the map with her palm, feeling its warmth. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the old White Bone Town, her voice was somewhat low.

Chen Ping'an noticed that there was also a black dot in the center of the town, which meant that the concentration of death energy in it was far greater than that in the surrounding area. It should be the ancient well that Ali had mentioned before.

No one knows what's hidden in the ancient well.

"According to this map, there are still five shelters in Bone Town, three of which are besides ours."

Fan Qiming picked up the conversation, pointing to a red dot on the map: "I've been there. It's a mountain god temple, also supported by incense and a protective barrier. There are seven or eight people there, and the leader is a powerful cultivator in the early Foundation Establishment stage named Wanyan Liang."

Another Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Chen Ping'an stared at the red light for a few more moments, secretly memorizing it.

"As for this place in the northeast corner," Fan Qiming frowned, "I've passed by there before. There are indeed traces of human life there, but I didn't see any people."

"There was a temple there, but it collapsed a long time ago. Even the statues are gone, and there isn't a trace of incense left."

Chen Ping'an's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the spot Fan Qiming was pointing to: "So, these two people didn't have an incense barrier, so how did they survive?"

"You don't necessarily need incense or a protective barrier to survive."

Fan Qiming said in a deep voice, "The incense barrier is just the safest way. If you have enough strength and survival skills, you can walk on this ruin as if it were flat ground."

"For example, Zhang Shao."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

"However, sooner or later, the two of you will be able to do it too."

His gaze fell on Chen Ping'an and Ali, his eyes filled with encouragement.

"In the northeast corner, there used to be several bunkers built by wealthy families. Although they were slaughtered by demon soldiers, there are intricate underground tunnels. If you are careful, you should be able to survive."

"As for that..."

Fan Qiming narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head: "There shouldn't be any living people here..."

Why?

"To the west of the town is a mass grave, teeming with bone demons and ghouls. Our two shelters are haunted by ghosts at night; and here, even during the day, monsters and spirits run rampant."

"The noses of spirits are incredibly sensitive; trying to sneak up right under their noses is just too difficult."

Chen Ping'an looked at the flashing red light, five points of light gathered together, and the surrounding area was filled with extremely dense black mist.

Is it a heretical practice?

......

Besides the shelter markings, the group carefully examined the map and found several iron mines, salt mines, and grain shops marked under the dark mist.

As for whether these resources have already been looted by the demon soldiers, we can only try our luck.

Overall, the value of this map lies in uniting as many allies as possible and continuously expanding the shelter using available resources.

This is undoubtedly a timely help for everyone who is currently making urgent preparations for the rainy season.

"Since you're still somewhat useful, I won't stew you for now."

Ali looked at the golden carp lying at the bottom of the basin and snorted softly.

As if it had heard Ali's voice, the quiet carp became lively again, wagging its tail happily.

It felt like the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

......

Chen Ping'an eventually gave the map to Fan Qiming.

Without him.

Fan Qiming is the strongest in both shelters, so sending him to acquire resources is the safest option.

Fan Qiming also promised that after obtaining the necessary supplies, they would be distributed to the two shelters according to the agreed-upon ratio.

Chen Ping'an didn't say much, watching Fan Qiming, who was beaming with joy, quickly leave.

There are about ten people at the local temple, and they still have a lot of work to do to stock up on enough supplies before the rainy season.

Zhao Gou'er was cooking, while Ali sat with Chen Ping'an on the stone wall.

"Land God Temple, Mountain God Temple, Sangharama Temple."

Chen Pingan pondered these words.

The incense burner at the Earth God Temple is for worshipping the Earth God.

The Mountain God Temple is also under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.

As for the Garan Temple...

"The temple enshrines the Bodhisattva of the Sangharama, a Buddhist deity."

Ah Li said softly.

Chen Ping'an nodded and analyzed, "If the incense barrier is effective, it means that the Heavenly Court and Buddhism still have influence in this ruin."

"Or rather, they have spies and informants," Ali said.

Chen Ping'an looked at Ali in surprise: "Your words are more insightful."

Ali rolled her eyes at him with a smug look.

Chen Ping'an thought to himself, "As expected, the residents' comprehension records are very accurate. Ali's comprehension is 3, which is much higher than Chen Ping'an's current 2."

"So, this is why you've always been reluctant to go to the local earth god temple?"

"Um."

Chen Ping'an nodded, his expression solemn.

He didn't tell Ali that he was a time traveler. From the perspective of Journey to the West, he was the kind of person who truly transcended the Three Realms and was not subject to the Five Elements.

Even Sun Wukong couldn't do that in the entire Journey to the West.

Only those at the highest levels, such as Bodhi, Laozi, and the Western Buddha, can achieve this.

But I, as an ordinary mortal, did it.

My name should no longer be on the Book of Life and Death in the underworld.

Because the real Chen Ping'an is already dead.

He suddenly remembered that Fan Qiming had once said that someone in the local temple wanted to see him.