Chapter 1 There is no Jiazi in the mountains
The clouds are thousands of miles away, the mountains are long and the water is deep.
There is a bluestone path deep in the Gray Mountain. The path is covered with weeds and moss, as if a businessman who has not cut firewood for a long time has stepped on the stone steps.
Going up the path, you can see several peach trees in bloom. There is an open space surrounded by peach trees, and there is a thatched house in the middle.
The hatchet for cutting firewood, the large wooden platform for laying firewood, the chicken coop surrounded by wooden branches, everything is available in the small yard, except for the tables, chairs and benches for receiving guests.
There is an open space behind the thatched house, and there is a tombstone in the open space. The young and handsome plain-faced Taoist stood in front of the tombstone and sighed.
"Master, I have been studying for two and a half years. When it comes to building the foundation, except for the merits and virtues that can increase the power of thunder, there is nothing else in our scriptures. I have to go down the mountain to find the method."< br>
The young Taoist looks like less than 20 years old. He wears a high crown crookedly and his Taoist robe is slightly old. His right hand is behind his back, and he holds the Taoist scriptures in his left hand. He sighs. He is talking to the old man in the tomb at the moment.
Some time ago, Zuo Chen traveled into this world, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an old Taoist priest who was about to die.
“These are troubled times, the true Dharma is not available, and we cannot come out of the mountain!”
The old Taoist priest blew his beard and stared, then his head fell from his neck and fell into the arms of Zuo Chen, who had just crossed over.
Almost scared Zuo Chen to urinate!
This immediately left a psychological shadow on Zuo Chen.
After burying the old Taoist priest, Zuo Chen did not dare to go out of the mountain at all. He hid in the old Taoist priest's shabby thatched house and studied the Taoist scriptures by himself. He spent a lot of time and studied hard, and passed Refining Qi becomes foundation building.
Then the problem came to the door.
This Taoist scripture can only support his cultivation to the foundation building stage, and there is no description of subsequent cultivation.
He got stuck after practicing till this point!
A long sigh, I didn’t expect that after staying on the mountain for so long, I would eventually have to go down the mountain to find the path to immortality.
Zuo Chen also knew that he would never be able to hide in the mountains for the rest of his life. There were no cultivation resources in the mountains, and there were no natural or earthly treasures. His spiritual energy was barely enough, but that was all.
What's more, if nothing else is said in the past two and a half years, Zuo Chen's mouth has started to smell like bird!
Although he could live without food during the foundation building stage, Zuo Chen was greedy.
He couldn't eat the food, and there was really no taste in his mouth. Zuo Chen still couldn't stop his appetite, so he could only look for some good things to offer sacrifices to the five internal organs temple.
But before going down the mountain, Zuo Chen was still flustered.
He is just a foundation builder. In the world of cultivation, he is worse than a pig or a dog. The old Taoist priests have even had their heads removed. What more does he have?
Standing in front of the grave and sighing, Zuo Chen finally adjusted his mood.
After picking up the old Taoist priest's scriptures, Zuo Chen also called him master. Now that he was leaving this small courtyard where he had stayed for two years, Zuo Chen felt that he still had to say something to the "old Taoist priest".
Back in the thatched house, Zuo Chen took some time to find a bamboo hat and stuffed it with the Taoist scriptures and the dried cured deer meat wrapped in oil-wrapped paper. Among them, he picked up the small bag and came to the yard.
When I came to the edge of the yard, I looked back three times in the yard, and finally made up my mind and stepped out of the yard.
The next step is to go out alone.
I hope this cultivation world is so gangster.
If I'm lucky enough to get a golden elixir, I'll just find a sect to be a small offering to, and just wait until death.
While thinking about it, he walked down the steps covered with vegetation. Zuo Chen's attention could not help but be attracted by the vegetation on the steps.
"The grass grows so fast? Why does it feel like the stone steps are almost broken?"
Zuo Chen felt a little strange.
……
Gray Mountain is two hundred miles away. The mountains are high and steep, with lush forests. There are many villages at the foot of the mountain. Fences and wooden walls are used to separate the inside and outside of the house.
A salesman came to Niuzi Village today. He dragged a donkey cart, hit rocks with a cylinder, and got a lot of copper coins into his hands.
Have a break at noon, squatting under the tree to eat pancakes, watching the children in the village while eating.
After saying hello twice, several children trotted over, took out a few candies with a showy smile, and gave one to each of the children.
“Is there anything interesting happening in the village?”
"There is nothing interesting in the village. We just farm every day." The child gnawed on the candy and said, "On the mountain, I told you there are gods!" "There are gods?" The manipulative face froze slightly.
"Yes, it is said that sixty years ago, there was an old immortal on the mountain with a little immortal. It turns out that there is something going on down in the village, and it can be solved as long as the old immortal comes "
"What about now?"
"I heard that one night sixty years ago, a cloud appeared on the Gray Mountain, and thunder crackled for most of the night, and then the old god He and the little fairy never came down again.”
Sixty years, that’s okay.
Playing tricks gives peace of mind.
These days, living to be forty is considered a great thing, living to be sixty is rare in ancient times, and to be eighty, you have to go find the King of Hell! The old immortal's craftsmanship might have been good sixty years ago, but sixty years later he would have become a piece of shit.
Little fairy?
I guess I have already gone down the mountain to find another way.
Seeing that it was getting late, several calls for the children to eat came out from the village. The local children stopped talking to the salesman. After responding, they turned around and wanted to run away, but they couldn't move their feet. .
The salesman Yile stretched out his hand and picked up several children like picking fruits.
When he grabbed the scruff of the neck, several children immediately became obedient. They didn't move or scream. They just took out the cans they had kicked during the day and kicked the children one after another. Throw it in.
This jar, which can hold an entire adult, now has six or seven children stuffed inside it. The inside is dark and bottomless.
After that, he directly pulled up the car, hummed a tune and walked out of the village.
"You can't get rich by performing tricks, but you can find opportunities under the ginseng fruit tree..."
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, the cold voice of a young man came from behind the tricks.
The car stopped halfway, and my neck was a little stiff.
He turned his head and looked behind him.
The young Taoist priest wearing a crooked high crown was walking down the mountain, his eyes falling on the jar.
Cold sweat suddenly flowed down from my forehead.
When did this Taoist priest come behind me?
He came down from the mountain. Is there a Taoist temple on Gray Mountain? !
Suppressing the shock in my heart, I showed a simple and honest smile in a show-off manner:
"Little Taoist Priest, I'm just going out to make a living. We don't mess with the river. I still have two taels of silver in my pocket. Do you want to accept it?"
"Really? That's fine. Quite a bit."
As Zuo Chen said this, he walked towards the salesman, who also smiled and stretched his hand to the donkey cart next to him.
Suddenly he dug out and took out a donkey skin from the car!
The whole donkey skin was covering Zuo Chen’s head!
"Falling skin takes root! Little Taoist, I just need a donkey to lead the cart!"
The salesman's eyes are ferocious, and his peeling hands can turn a strong man into a man in the countryside. The old working man, a Taoist priest who looks like a scholar, breaks his rules with his head!
Seeing that the donkey skin had been spread on Zuo Chen's body, he felt proud in his heart, but before he could get excited for a few seconds, he suddenly saw Zuo Chen pulling off the donkey skin. Down!
“This?!”
The salesman’s eyes were as wide as a cowbell.
Even if you have practiced in the doorway, if you want to break his evil deeds, you can't resist it. You have to use paper to stab the substitute, or simply turn over and avoid it. How can you get rid of it when your face is covered with skin? Come down, Lord!
"The donkey skin covers your eyes, so you should run away."
Zuo Chen's eyes were much colder. He put his right hand on his lips, spread it forward, and followed the trick. Blow.
The cold wind blew against his face. For a moment, he felt as if he had gone to the Arctic cold. A moment later, ice crystals formed on his eyebrows, his lips were blue and purple from the cold, and his body became even more bloodless. .
With just one breath, he almost froze to death!
Withdrawing his hand, Zuo Chen shook his head helplessly.
“I didn’t expect to meet Ren Yazi as soon as I got off the mountain. The world is really chaotic.”
(End of this chapter)