Chapter 82 The Old Qingsong Road
It would have been much easier for Jiang Yao to find the way out of the mountain while walking through the forest in broad daylight.
But now, it has just darkened, and in terms of time, it is not even eight o'clock in the evening. It is really difficult for a person to stay in this barren mountain until dawn.
If he had known that a simple dream could control the tiger, Jiang Yao would not have let Bingzi and Tonggang leave first.
With the two of them here, even if he gets lost, Jiang Yao will at least have someone to accompany him.
But under the circumstances at that time, it was indeed very normal for him to make such a decision.
After all, Bingzi and Tong Gang were all instigated by him to come into the mountain. Without knowing whether he could control the tiger, he I am also worried that one of my two companions will be killed if one of them does something wrong.
Without the two of them by his side, even if Jiang Yao really couldn't control the tiger, the chances of Jiang Yao trying to escape alone would definitely be much higher.
Nowadays, even the tiger, the king of the jungle, can be controlled by his own tricks and dreams. There should be nothing that can threaten him in this mountain forest.
With such confidence, Jiang Yao, who did not want to wait here until dawn, went on a rampage and ran around in the mountains and forests.
The wild boar that he had always been thinking about was actually encountered by him once.
However, after thinking about it for a while, he finally did not do anything to it, and just let it fall asleep.
The reason why he did this was not because he was kind-hearted and reluctant to kill, but mainly because the wild boar was too big. He hadn't even found the way out of the mountain yet, so he couldn't think of dragging two to three hundred kilograms. wild boars roaming wildly in the forest.
"There is light, there are still people living in this deep mountain and old forest?"
Unknowingly, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.
Following the guidance of a faint light, Jiang Yao walked to a small mountain col. When he saw a small wooden house with a thatched roof and a small vegetable garden that was obviously man-made around the wooden house, he felt suspicious. I was stunned for a while.
"Is anyone here?" He asked tentatively as he walked near the wooden house.
Of course, with a cautious mind, while speaking, he also used his spiritual perception to sense the situation in the wooden house.
Although there is a big difference between the picture perceived by the mind and the scene seen by the naked eye, Jiang Yao has been using this technique for so long, and he has already understood that living people are presented in the mind's perception. What form is it.
When he sensed that there was indeed a person sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, he felt relieved.
"It's fate that I'm here. The door is open. Come in directly, little friend!"
As the sound from inside the house fell into Jiang Yao's ears, he walked to the door of the wooden house and pushed it open. , walked in.
Under the flickering dim light of an old oil lamp, an old man with white beard and hair in a bun, wearing a gray robe, was sitting cross-legged on the simple wooden bed in the house.
Seeing Jiang Yao come in, he nodded slightly and smiled: "Qingsong, a poor man, has been hiding here for decades. I thought this morning that there would be distinguished guests visiting today, but I didn't expect that. My little friend is so young!”
Slowly getting up from the wooden bed, Old Taoist Qingsong didn’t do anything deliberately, but there was an indescribable ethereal quality in his every move and every word. meaning.
"Senior, is he a member of the Taoist sect?"
"Not long ago, I met an old Taoist with a spiritual weakness. He has no skills at all and only knows how to deceive and deceive me."
"He cheated me out of money. Come on, I and a few buddies beat me up on the spot with a bruised nose and a swollen face!" Jiang Yao looked at the old Taoist Qingsong in front of him and said tentatively with a smile.
Ever since he was deceived by Taoist Master Lingxu of Wulei Mountain, he no longer has much favorable impression of the so-called Taoist orthodoxy. In his opinion, the Taoist priests in Taoist temples are not as reliable as the magicians and strangers among the people.
"The forest is big, and naturally there are all kinds of birds."
"In the catastrophe that year, under the crushing force of the general trend, all the true inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism was almost completely destroyed."
"Today's Buddhism and Taoism...haha..."
There seemed to be a bit of disdain on his face, Taoist Qingsong had a deep meaning and smiled.
He pointed to a simple chessboard on the wooden table in the room and said to Jiang Yao: "My little friend, can you play a game of chess?"
Looking at the chessboard on the table, and then at the black and white pieces in the chess jar next to him, Jiang Yao looked embarrassed: "Well... I don't know how to play Go, is backgammon okay?"
"Okay, you go first!" Taoist priest Qingsong didn't mind this. He made a gesture of invitation towards Jiang Yao and responded with a smile.
"Let's agree first, let's play the next game. I'm still in a hurry to go back." Jiang Yao nodded and sat down beside the chessboard. He picked up a black stone and found it randomly in the middle of the chessboard. Fallen somewhere.
"On weekdays, I play chess with my left and right hands. It's rare for someone to play chess with me. How can one game be enough? At least three games will do."
"It's about going back, Xiao Friends, don't worry, I will help you arrange it later!" Old Taoist Qingsong followed suit and sat down. He picked up a white stone and dropped it next to Jiang Yao's black stone.
"It's dark outside, senior, do you know how to leave this mountain?"
"How do you arrange it? Is it possible that you are going to give me a ride in person?" Suspicious in his heart, Jiang Yao asked smoothly.
"No rush, no rush, how to arrange it, little friend, you will know after playing three games!" The old Taoist priest seemed to be a serious chess addict. He had looked at the immortal style before and sat down. On the chessboard, he seemed to be a different person.
Jiang Yao originally thought that the old Taoist Qingsong would be a master of chess, but after he actually started playing, he discovered that this old Taoist was just a bad chess player. He was as good as him in backgammon, and two people could kill him. What comes and goes.
"Senior, since you are a member of the Taoist sect, you must know how to divide the realms of Taoism, right?" After playing a game of chess, Jiang Yao tentatively asked.
"Hundreds of years ago, after a powerful man cut off the world's dragon veins, true cultivation no longer existed in the world."
"Although people of my generation have some small abilities, they are just borrowing methods after all. ”
“What you borrow is never yours. Whether it is strong or not depends mainly on the support of the gods behind you and the amount of mana you can hold.”
"How do you think the realms of such a practice system should be divided?"
Perhaps because of his small victory over Jiang Yao in that game of chess just now, Qingsong Lao Dao was in a very good mood. He smiled and talked to Jiang Yao explained.
"Is the so-called cultivation just borrowing methods?" Jiang Yao was stunned and sighed.
In the past, when he and Carpenter Xu were drinking and chatting, Carpenter Xu seemed to have said the same thing.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again with some unwillingness to give up, and asked Qingsong Lao Tao: "Senior, today's cultivation is all borrowed methods. Before the dragon veins were cut off, what was true cultivation? What does it look like?”
(End of this chapter)