Chapter 63 Trip to Yichuan
In the deep night sky, two fireworks illuminated the two mountains, reflecting each other's beauty.
Lin Shan watched this scene from a distance under the tree, knowing that Princess Guo and others were not far away and it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.
Immediately return the same way.
Returning to the original battlefield, there was only a mess left on the battlefield, and Master Huang Xian was lying on the ground with his life and death unknown.
Lin Shan hurriedly came to Master Huang Xian. He saw that Master Huang Xian's lower body was covered in blood and flesh. Flying ants were gnawing and laying eggs, and some were coming and going in and out of his intestines. The scene was horrible to watch.
Lin Shan was in a hurry for a while, and suddenly remembered something. He took out the green-robed old man's storage bag, opened it and took out a small tower, and was about to activate this thing to collect the flying ants.
But the spiritual power in the body could not be absorbed at all. It turned out that this magical weapon had been refined by the old man in green robe. If you want to activate it, you must first erase the traces of the green-robed old man's sacrifice.
Lin Shan suddenly felt sweat on his forehead. Seeing that this trick was not working, he could only use his hands to grab and pinch the flying ants one by one.
At this time Master Huang Xian on the ground slowly spoke: "Brother Lin, don't worry about it"
Lin Shan remained unmoved and kept catching insects.
"Brother Lin, I want to ask you something"
Master Huang Xian struggled to take off the storage bag from his waist and placed it at the foot of the forest mountain. He was still vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth and his face became increasingly gray. He was already ninety years old, but now his vitality is severely damaged. I'm afraid it will be difficult to get through tonight.
Lin Shan stopped his useless efforts, knowing that Master Huang Xian was about to explain his funeral arrangements.
"There is a letter in the storage bag. Give it to her. Lingshi Yichuan redeems himself"
Master Huang Xian slowly spoke the key points, and the turbidity in the corners of his eyes had made his eyes blurred. The rest of the sound was as soft as a murmur, like the low buzz of mosquitoes.
Lin Shan quickly leaned over and heard only the last sentence:
"When things are done, I can take care of myself"
Strong winds came from the mountains, and the fallen leaves rustled all over the sky.
Master Huang Xian lost his voice, his energy was exhausted, and his deadline came early.
Lin Shan watched silently, the old man he had been with for less than a month. Fifty years as an unknown mortal, twenty years as a slave to Yichuan, another twenty years when he returned to Nightingale Headquarters to live and drink, and finally died in the unknown depths of the Yanyun Mountains
"That's all. I'll just help you once."
After looking at the storage bag on the ground, Lin Shan closed Huang Xianshi's eyes.
……
A quarter of an hour later, four immortal cultivators with different appearances appeared next to the body of the old man in green robes. Among them, Princess Guo, a middle-aged man in golden clothes, stood out.
"It should be the boy who fought with me by the stream that day." Princess Guo checked the wound of the old man in green robe and found that there were faint ice residues around it, and concluded that it was caused by Lin Shan's mid-level magic weapon.
"Nightingale guest surnamed Lin?" came the voice of an old woman next to him.
"Who else could it be if he wasn't him?" The middle-aged man in Jinyi said with an angry look on his face: "The old monster in green robe has always been two-faced. He previously hid his identity and secretly leaked the itinerary to us. He also blocked two fellow Taoists from rushing to help Wang Mei and me by the stream."
"We formed an alliance two days ago to track the two Nightingales together, but today he secretly left us and came to eat alone! It's like hunting geese all day long, but he was pecked by geese!"
Several other people also cursed and scorned the old man in green robes who deserved to die. However, after scolding, they still looked at the middle-aged Jinyi. It was obvious that he took the lead in his daily actions.
The middle-aged man in Jinyi looked at the traces of the old man in green robes who had escaped and remained silent.
……
One day later, a young man in white clothes walked deep in the Yanyun Mountains and came to a place filled with heavy fog.
“This should be the right place”
Lin Shan compared the map he took from Master Huang Xian's storage bag and observed it for a long time before confirming that the outer maze of Yichuanfang City was in front of him.
Following the magic technique taught to him by Master Huang Xian, after some execution, a passage as high as a person slowly opened up in the middle of the fog in front of him, and Lin Shan walked straight in.
After walking about a hundred steps, the surrounding white fog dissipated, and the vision suddenly became clear.
A strong spiritual energy rushed towards his face, and Lin Shan couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. The concentration of spiritual energy was five times that of the outside world, and this was just the outside. Looking at the green mountains, gurgling streams, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in front of me, I feel as if I have arrived at a holy land for spiritual practice.
Walking along the mountain road for about a few miles, you can see terraced fields on both sides of the mountain with dense canals and water. Rows of golden crops on the field ridges stretch in the wind, and the rich aroma of wheat mixed with spiritual energy blows into the mountains.
"This is the spiritual field?"
Lin Shan smelled the moving fragrance and felt the spiritual energy in it, and was intoxicated.
He hurriedly went down the mountain and saw patches of golden wheat ears in the field. Each of the grains on them was huge, plump and round in color. Just one look at them made people's fingers move and salivate.
There are several immortal cultivators far away in the field. Looking from a distance, they seem to be casting spells, sowing and fertilizing, sprinkling water to control temperature, and making clouds and rain.
Along the way, Lin Shan quietly watched these monks working on the farm without disturbing them.
Crossing the ridges and climbing up another high mountain ahead, I could faintly hear the sound of chatting and laughing at the pavilion on the mountain.
Lin Shan walked up the steps, walked hundreds of steps, and climbed to the top of the mountain.
But I saw flowers on the mountain, bright red, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums gathered all year round. There were five pavilions standing among the flower fields.
In three of the pavilions, there are three or five immortal cultivators sitting in each of them. They are raising their glasses, drinking wine in the winding water, talking and laughing, and their hands are constantly changing small spells for everyone's guidance and evaluation.
Lin Shan stepped forward and saw that no one in the pavilion had any reaction when they saw him coming, so he quietly sat down in the corner of the pavilion. While pretending to admire the sea of flowers, he listened attentively to the conversation and laughter of these immortal cultivators.
The monks each took turns to speak. Some told interesting stories about their travels, some talked about their experiences during cultivation, some performed their newly learned spells for everyone to appreciate, and some told some weird stories
Lin Shan was fascinated by what he heard and wanted to join in the discussion with these fellow cultivators. But I know that I have little talent, little knowledge, and low cultivation. I really don’t have much in my head. I’m afraid it will make people laugh if I say it.
Moreover, he was not familiar with the family, so forcing his way in would only annoy people. Now, just hiding in the corner and listening, he gained a lot.
But at some point, I heard a voice suddenly coming from the pavilion: "Brother Taoist, I just happened to bring back a jar of spiritual brew from my trip to Dayan. Why don't we come and taste it together!"
Lin Shan beside the pavilion was suddenly startled, realizing that the voice was inviting him, and he quickly stood up and saluted, feeling flattered:
"Lin came to Yichuan for the first time. He heard that several fellow Taoists were knowledgeable and talented, and he was intoxicated by them. No offense intended."
A young man from an aristocratic family dressed in the same white robe as Lin Shan smiled gently, pointed to the seat next to him with his empty hand:
"Brother Taoist, you are welcome. Anyone who comes is a guest. Hurry up and take your seat!"
The four or five people around him nodded their heads and pulled Lin Shan to sit down. Among them, the young man in white who invited him took out a jar of wine and filled it for everyone. In an instant, the aroma of wine overflowed in the pavilion and even spread to several other pavilions.
The monks from other pavilions also came to ask for drinks. The young man in white had a wide circle of friends and would not refuse anyone who came. Everyone was chatting and laughing, and when they got drunk, they started to be wild, singing and dancing!
Lin Shan was a little nervous when he first arrived, but he kept nodding his head in praise and taking a sip of wine from time to time.
This wine is indeed what the young man in white said. It is a spiritual brew brought back from the Great Yan Dynasty in the north. One sip of it refreshes the mind and spleen, and the spiritual energy is multiplied. It can be worth a day's worth of meditation for him!
Lin Shan didn't dare to drink too much. Once he tasted it, he knew it was very expensive. Others are willing to use it to adjust the atmosphere, but he can't be greedy. He still knows this point.
Through quietly exploring and observing, Lin Shan discovered that all the young men and women present who discussed Taoism were at least in the late stages of Qi training. There is a glint in some people's eyes, and they are probably not far away from releasing their spiritual consciousness. It is very likely that they have already perfected their Qi training, and they just need to build the foundation!
……
After a heart-to-heart talk, it was getting late and everyone dispersed.
Some of the friends seemed to be leaving Yichuan, some were walking alone to a different road ahead, and one of the friends was drinking with his chest open and fell unconscious, lying in the pavilion and falling asleep in the mountain breeze.
Before leaving, the young man in white gave some instructions to Lin Shan: "I think Brother Taoist is new here, so you might as well turn right ahead and go straight to Fangshi."
Lin Shan quickly thanked him and asked for his name.
The young master in white clothes did not hide his origin and told him that he was from the Gongsun family, a family that cultivated immortals, and his name was Gongsun Yu. And all the people present today are young men and ladies from major immortal cultivating families, traveling together and passing through Yichuan.
After a brief friendship, Gongsun Yu went down the mountain.
Lin Shan secretly sighed that what he saw today was very rewarding and he never wanted to leave.
This is the real place for cultivating immortality in his mind.
(End of chapter)