The Dangxia Pass was the only way to the City of the Dead Bodhisattva, and if they had not used the teleportation portal, they would have been about halfway there.
In front of the cliff, the four-bean combination encountered a group of thirteen white-robed people carrying a spirit mirror about ten feet tall.
"A restricted area ahead. Please stop."
The white-clothed people did not move.
On the tall and wide spiritual mirror, the proper forms of the four appeared—four peanuts!
The ending was obvious...
After the thirteen white-clothed people were stunned, they rushed forward.
The peanuts died terribly without a complete corpse.
"They have a mirror. If it shines on us, it will be useless no matter how well we disguise ourselves. Our true colors will be revealed..." Zhu Yike had already finished the entire story.
"The Mirror of Self, a masterpiece of the Daoist Sect," Aunt Xiang agreed. She recognized this heavenly creation.