PDLP Chapter 138 The Moon Has Fallen to Earth
Chapter 138 The Moon Has Fallen to Earth
With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to Chapter 138, the wonderful world where the moon has fallen to earth.
6:20 PM.
The helicopter slowly landed on the helipad of the transfer station.
The setting sun painted the distant, rolling mountains a golden-red hue, while the snow-capped peaks gleamed faintly in the twilight.
This is a small military airport located at the border of Gansu and Qinghai provinces, with an altitude of over 2,000 meters.
The hatch opened, and a rush of crisp, thin air poured in.
Liu Zhenguo was the first to jump off the plane, and turned around to reach out to help Li Jun.
Li Jun had already come down carrying his own bag, his steps steady.
He looked up at the outline of the snow-capped mountains in the west, which were dyed red by the setting sun.
Yuzhu Peak is still further away.
Jin Hao jumped down behind him, took a deep breath, and immediately coughed twice from the choking sensation.
"Cough cough... The air is a bit thin."
Shi Yong and the other four disembarked one after another.
Master Jingchen stood on the helipad, gazing at the western mountain range, his brows slightly furrowed.
Luo Yunshan had already taken out his compass and glanced at it twice.
"This place boasts magnificent mountains and rivers; the dragon vein originates from Kunlun, and its remaining power is already evident here..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Liu Zhenguo arranging for everyone to go to the rest area, so he quickly shut up.
The group crossed the tarmac and headed toward a three-story building on the outskirts of the airport.
This is a transit and supply station set up by the Night Watchers in the western cooperative zone. It looks unremarkable from the outside, but it is fully equipped inside.
Liu Zhenguo had arranged the food and accommodation in advance.
After everyone put away their luggage and quickly washed up, they had dinner in the restaurant on the first floor.
The food was in the Northwest style, including mutton soup, baked flatbread, and cold salad with wild onions.
Li Jun drank two bowls of mutton soup and felt much warmer.
After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
The night at the supply depot was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the occasional howl of wolves in the distance.
Li Jun did not go to sleep immediately.
He sat by the window, gazing at the dark night sky outside.
The sky over the plateau was cloudless, with countless stars hanging low, so numerous they seemed you could reach out and pluck them.
Li Jun couldn't help but think about tomorrow.
By this time tomorrow, he should already be in Kunlun.
The day after tomorrow, and the day after that...
Find the cenotaph of the advisor, retrieve the clothes and hat, and then return home.
If all goes well, I should be able to return to Luxian County on the tenth or eleventh of the month.
Master is still waiting at home.
He had promised his master that he would return soon.
Li Jun touched the canvas backpack placed beside the bed.
The demon-suppressing sword in the bag trembled slightly, as if responding to his thoughts.
Outside the window, the stars twinkled.
He took off his coat, lay down on the bed fully clothed, and slowly closed his eyes.
……
Meanwhile, in Liu Zhenguo's temporary room.
He stood by the window, speaking in a low voice on the phone.
"Yes...we have arrived at the transit station and will continue our flight to the Kunlun branch tomorrow morning."
"Master Li is in good condition, and the five gentlemen accompanying him are also safe and sound."
On the other end of the phone, President Qin's voice was calm and steady.
"Yes, take good care of them, make sure nothing goes wrong."
"In addition, on the Maoshan side, Master Qingxu has decided to stay in Southeast Asia and is preparing to set up a longevity tablet for Master Li in Wanfu Temple, to be worshipped daily."
Liu Zhenguo was taken aback upon hearing this.
"Isn't this... a bit too high-profile?"
President Qin remained silent for a moment.
"Master Qingxu has made up his mind, and Maoshan has tacitly agreed, so it is not appropriate for us to interfere."
"But Master Li... he doesn't seem to know that the Nanyang Wars are related to him."
Liu Zhenguo recalled the indifferent expression on Li Jun's face when he mentioned the affairs of Southeast Asia on the helicopter earlier that day.
Indeed, they seemed completely unaware.
"...Should we find an opportunity to explain this to Master Li?" Liu Zhenguo asked tentatively.
"No need."
"Master Li's level of attainment... we don't need to add anything unnecessary."
Liu Zhenguo felt a chill run down his spine.
"Understood."
……
early morning.
Li Jun woke up before dawn.
He lay in bed, listening to the occasional sound of the wind outside the window, without getting up immediately, but just lying there quietly.
The divine sense slowly spread out.
In the next room, Jin Hao was still fast asleep, his blanket kicked to the floor, sprawled out on his back.
Next door, Shi Yong and the other four woke up one after another. Some were washing up, some were packing their luggage, and some were sitting cross-legged on the bed to regulate their breathing.
Liu Zhenguo got up the earliest and was already on the phone in the yard, his voice very low, so it was hard to hear what he was saying.
Li Jun withdrew his divine sense.
He sat up and got dressed.
Push open the door.
The air on the plateau in the early morning is as cold as a knife; it feels icy cold when you breathe it in.
He stretched his limbs and went to wash up at the tap in the corner of the first floor.
The water was cold, but Li Jun didn't care.
Since breaking through to the Refining Spirit Realm, his perception of cold and heat has become much dulled.
It's not that it's not cold.
Rather, they "know it's cold," but "don't feel it."
This feeling is hard to describe.
Just like...
My mind knows the external environment is harsh, but my body knows that this harshness won't hurt me.
So I stopped caring.
He washed his face, dried it, and hung the towel back on the rack.
As I turned around, I saw that Liu Zhenguo had finished his call and was walking quickly towards me.
"Good morning, Daoist Master," Liu Zhenguo said respectfully. "Did you rest well last night?"
"Very good." Li Jun nodded. "When do we depart?"
"We'll leave after breakfast," Liu Zhenguo said. "I've already contacted the Kunlun branch; the weather there is fine and suitable for flying."
"We expect to arrive around 9:30 a.m., and after refueling and replenishing supplies, we will fly directly to Mount Everest."
Jin Hao came out of the house rubbing his eyes, his hair a mess, still sleepy.
"Good morning, Taoist priest..."
He yawned and walked towards the tap in a daze.
Li Jun looked at him with a sense of helplessness.
"Put your shoes on."
Jin Hao looked down and realized he was still wearing slippers, with one foot even bare on the ground.
"Oh, oh, oh!" He quickly jumped back.
Liu Zhenguo watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.
He suddenly felt a pang of emotion.
Master Li is a person who is gentle and polite to everyone on a daily basis, but there is always a faint sense of aloofness in that gentleness.
It's not arrogance.
Rather, it is a kind of...
He couldn't describe the sense of distance between them.
Just like the moon hanging in the sky, you look up at it and admire it, but it is always in that distant place.
But only when it comes to Jin Hao.
Master Li would feel helpless, make jokes, and even show some disdain.
That sense of distance disappeared.
The moon has fallen to earth.
After a quick breakfast, everyone boarded the plane and set off.
The helicopter swept over the rolling mountains, heading west and higher.
Outside the porthole, the town had completely disappeared.
Instead, there are boundless wastelands, snow-capped mountains, and Gobi deserts.
Occasionally, one can see a winding road, like a thin gray line stretching across the vast land.
8:10.
The helicopter entered the airspace over the eastern section of the Kunlun Mountains.
Outside the porthole, snow-capped peaks stretched endlessly, like the spine of a silver dragon, layer upon layer, extending all the way to the horizon.
Luo Yunshan could no longer sit still.
He took out his compass, brought it to the porthole, and his fingers trembled with excitement.
"This is Kunlun... the ancestor of all mountains, the source of the dragon vein..."
Shi Yong couldn't help but crane his neck to look outside.
Master Jingchen closed his eyes and remained silent, but the speed at which he was turning the prayer beads noticeably increased.
Li Jun also looked out the window.
This was the first time he had seen Kunlun in person.
It was more magnificent and more desolate than he had imagined.
Those snow-capped peaks stand there silently, their appearance unchanged for countless years.
He wondered what the advisor was thinking when he first saw this mountain range after coming from Qingfeng Temple.
Maybe……
It's more like, "Why must one's bones be buried in their hometown? There are green hills everywhere in life."
The helicopter continued westward.
9:20.
A cluster of buildings appeared at the foot of the snow-capped mountain ahead.
Several low-rise gray-white buildings are scattered around, with communication antennas and weather vanes on the rooftops.
Outside the buildings, patrol personnel could be vaguely seen moving around.
We've arrived at the Night's Watch Kunlun branch.