Chapter 446 Immortals are always far away, why not play in the world [two in one]
With the emperor's order, every family in Yecheng was in chaos. Soon a few groups of people left, and a few escaped lights ascended to the sky, all the way to the south, and the rest went to Qilu.
But in the land of Qilu and around Dongyue, there was still a peaceful scene.
Before the soldiers and horses arrive, magical powers will come.
In the vast farmland, chickens and dogs are running around, the sun is setting, and every household is smoking.
Bathed in the last glow of the rays, Chen Tso, dressed in white, stepped on straw sandals and arrived at a small village.
He looked up into the distance, and as far as the eye could see, he could already see the outline of Mount Tai. He looked away, and when he arrived at the tea shed at the intersection, his heart moved, and he found a seat to sit down.
This tea shed is not big, and is connected to a household. Perhaps this household took advantage of the favorable location and set up three or five tables to entertain passers-by.
Soon, a thick black man came over with a teapot, poured it for him, and asked: "Look at your appearance, brother, but you have to hurry? Why don't you try our big cakes to replenish your strength?"
Chen Cuo took out two copper plates from his arms and put them down. He smiled and said, "Store, has anything happened in the surrounding villages recently?"
The man took the copper plate and ordered the young men to prepare it. He said: "I have never heard of any big event. There was an earthquake not long ago, which injured a lot of people. But then gods appeared and they were all injured."
After he was cured, people from all over the country felt grateful for the kindness of the god and built temples for him."
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "Which god? What's the name?" When Shiwai dropped his finger, Qilu was shocked. He, the white lotus incarnation, was here. He also took action. After the loss subsided, he followed the Gao family.
The carriages and horses left, but no gods were heard appearing.
The man smiled and said: "How can we, the common people, call this god a taboo name? We only know that his honorific name is 'Chaoyang'."
"Chaoyang?" Chewing on the name, Chen Cuo asked again: "Since the spirit has appeared, many people must have seen it, and someone needs to build a temple, and there must be a clay statue of the god. I wonder what it looks like?"
The man laughed and said: "We mortals can't see clearly the appearance of gods. Therefore, the statues erected here have empty faces. I heard from the elders in the village that the true gods have spirits and they are worshiped devoutly. Then
The face will appear on its own.”
Chen Cuo nodded and said, "Where is the Chaoyang Temple nearby?"
The man pointed to the south: "Thirteen miles ahead, there is Dingshou Village. There is a temple in it, but because the temple was not built for a short period of time, it is still crude..." After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and whispered: "
Is the guest officer a person from the world of martial arts?"
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "How do you say this?"
The man said: "Since the Huai region was captured by the Southern Dynasty, there have been a lot of people like guest officials, and after the earthquake, there were even more people. Most of them went up the mountain, and there were even a few Taoist priests from the Xian family."
, they are like guest officials and will ask a lot of questions." As he spoke, he stopped talking.
Chen Cuo smiled and said, "Don't worry, store owner. I'm not from the world of martial arts, but I do want to see the world of martial arts. I must know that there are some mysterious truths in it that may be useful to me." As he said that, he looked into the distance.
go.
While he was talking, a man and a woman came from a distance, wrapped in cloaks, holding swords, and dusty.
When they arrived under the tea shed, they put their weapons on the table and called to the man.
The man hurried over, first pouring water and then carrying big cakes.
The man said: "We are traveling quickly and need some food and wine. Can we get it here?"
“There is wine and chicken, but it’s not as good as the big city.”
The man took out a row of coins from his arms, slapped them on the table, and said, "Du Cheng, bring them up. You have to be quick. I have to hurry."
After the big man went over to prepare, the man said to the woman next to him: "Junior sister, the evil thief is heading for the Immortal Trail in Mount Tai. As long as we arrive in advance, we can naturally wait and see."
But the woman said: "Brother, don't talk about this kind of thing here..." As she said that, she glanced at Chen Cuo.
Receiving this reminder, the man used his true energy to condense his voice, and the two of them used the method of transmitting sound into the secret to talk.
Chen Cuo picked up the water and took a sip. He could naturally see that the man and the woman were both accomplished in their first step. They had divine light within them and were similar to Kunlun's Qi Sea.
Fa, I think, has some connection with Kunlun.
"These two people came following their enemy, and the enemy's goal was the 'Taishan Immortal Trace'. The so-called immortal trace should be that extraterrestrial finger. These changes, together with the one hundred thousand soldiers and horses,
The Chaoyang Temple may be related to the people behind the scenes, and besides..."
Thinking about it, he looked towards the road he came from.
"This world of rivers and lakes has a unique flavor. The cultivators I came into contact with before were either immortal and returned to their true form, or they were supreme beings in the world. The ordinary people I came into contact with were princes, generals, ministers, and high-ranking officials. This incarnation of humanity, this time, is walking in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
In various places, I have seen the local customs, farmers and traders, and have gained experience, but these people in the world, ordinary monks, have very little contact with them, so I just want to take this opportunity to have a look."
Soon, two monks came quickly from the far side of the road.
They were moving very fast, and the brother and sister noticed the person coming. When they raised their heads, they saw that the two monks had already arrived at the tea shop.
"Huh?" The man immediately looked wary, but the woman shook her head, so the two remained silent.
The two monks immediately sat down.
There were two people, an old one and a young one. The old one had a white beard hanging down his chest, a ring scar engraved on his head, and a solemn look. The younger one was about twelve or thirteen years old and a young novice monk.
At this time, the big man brought drinks and chicken.
When the young novice saw him, he quickly lowered his head and chanted sutras.
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "You don't have to worry about Nanzong's stuff. The more you care about it, the more it shows that your heart is not at peace."
The young novice monk nodded and said, "Remember Master's instructions." Then he looked at the others curiously.
His eyes lingered on Chen Cuo for a moment, and then fell on the brother and sister. After looking at them for a while, he was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Chen Cuo was still eating and drinking on his own. He had already seen that this monk was not a simple monk, but a monk who had stepped into the second step of seeking the path. As for the young novice, he was not weak in terms of cultivation alone.
To the man and woman.
The old monk looked at Chen Cuo twice, and immediately showed doubts on his face, as if he was deep in thought, but was immediately interrupted by a shout.
This time, a man with a beard came over. He was tall and strong, with big shoulders and a round waist. He also had a fashion hammer on his waist. As soon as he came over, he stared at the people in the tea shed with eyes like bells and looked coldly at the people in the tea shed.
, then walked in, and as soon as he sat down, he immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Everything good is good, please bring it up to me!" Then he took out a few copper plates.
As soon as the waiter saw him, he quickly went to make arrangements.
"Hey!"
Then, the bearded man glanced at the others and sneered.
"Are you here to fight for opportunities? A man of martial arts who is not perfect at the first level of martial arts is just a little better than ordinary people." He looked at Chen Cuo, then turned to look at the senior brothers and sisters and the two monks,
"Two juniors are also here to join in the fun. As for you, a monk, your cultivation is acceptable, but you are still a little short of the top of Mount Tai. If I were you waiting, I would turn around and leave now..."
The man among the brothers and sisters was about to get angry when he heard this, but was stopped by the woman.
"Amitabha." The old monk smiled slightly, "What the benefactor of Beishan said is that at the top of Mount Tai, there are now the leader of Minglou Dao, the leader of Dongji Sect, the leader of Plum Blossom Island, the Poison King of Songzhu, and other figures, all of whom are good and evil.
If top people, humble monks and the like go up there, it won’t be enough to see them.”
"Do you recognize me?" The bearded man raised his eyebrows.
The old monk smiled and said: "Who doesn't know the name of the Tiger of the North Mountain?"
"Tiger of the North Mountain!?"
The man among the brothers and sisters was shocked when he heard this, and immediately shut his mouth, as if he was silent.
Instead, the woman spoke up and said: "It turns out you are Senior Beishan. The elders in the family often mention your name. Our ancestors even had a relationship with Senior back then."
"Oh?" The Tiger of Beishan asked, "Which family are you from?"
The woman said: "The little girl Gong Cheng comes from the Gong family in Guanzhong."
"Gong family?" Beishan Zhihu frowned.
But the monk said: "The Gong family comes from Kunlun Fairyland and is the head of the four great cultivation families in Guanzhong."
"I remembered that your ancestors of the Gong family once worked as a furnace boy in the Kunlun Mountains. They have deep roots. No wonder you two juniors dare to come here!" said the Tiger of the North Mountain, with a look of fear on his face, and then
Then he looked at the monk and said, "You are a very knowledgeable monk. You must have some background, right?"
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "Poor monk Xinren."
"You are Monk Xinren!" The Tiger of the North Mountain looked slightly moved.
The two senior fellow apprentices looked shocked.
The Tiger of Beishan said: "It is rumored that you have inherited the teachings of the holy monk Seng Yuan and are his disciples! Now you have established a sect in Henan, built Xinxing Temple, and once surrendered the demon dragon..."
Monk Xinren sighed and said, "I'm ashamed to say that this poor monk only defeated a dragon. His fame is only a temporary one, and it doesn't count."
These words caused several people to take a breath.
"sharp!"
Suddenly, a slightly sharp sound floated around.
"This Mount Tai wizard is indeed the opportunity for a grand event. In a tea shed in an unknown village, there are actually crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and everyone has their own heel..."
"Who is he? Hiding his head and showing his tail!" The Tiger of the North Mountain snorted coldly, waved out his palm, and the strong blood turned into a strong wind and roared out, pointing directly at a towering tree on the roadside.
Boom!
The tree shook, branches and leaves fell, and a thin figure fell down with it. It was a man with a deer head and rat eyes. He was agile. After he landed, he smiled at a few people and said: "The power of this air splitting palm is really powerful, you can't mess with it."
You guys, let’s meet again at the top of Mount Tai. Hey, hey, this meeting at Mount Tai is really a gathering of heroes, interesting, interesting!"
After saying that, he rushed forward, burrowed into the grass, and disappeared in the blink of an eye like a fish swimming on land.
"Rat!" The Tiger of the North Mountain originally wanted to add another palm, but the man's speed was faster than his palm, so he could only watch helplessly.
"It's Guihe Daijie." Monk Xinren shook his head slightly and told the person's origin.
"Is he the Ghost Crane?" The Tiger of the North Mountain frowned, with a look of disgust on his face, "That person in the legend who kills children and sucks blood?"
"Yes, it is this person." Monk Xinren nodded and said meaningfully: "Beishan Donor, if you meet this person again and want to fight him, you must be careful. This person's origin is unpredictable, and there are even rumors. , saying that he is a spirit who has been enlightened by others and transformed into people's hearts, so his methods are unpredictable."
But the tiger of Beishan sneered and said: "Even if the spirit monster takes the form, it can still be killed! Such evil ways, killing them is good!"
On the other hand, the woman Gong Cheng asked curiously: "That man is really a monster? But he looks just like an ordinary person. How did the master tell that?"
Monk Xinren said: "How can a poor monk see through illusions with this little bit of Buddha nature? He can only get it by hearing rumors and comparing them."
The man couldn't help but said: "Is there really a spirit that takes shape?"
The Tiger of the North Mountain sneered and said: "Looking at you, you should have come out to practice. You are all young people in the world. It's better not to wade into the muddy water and leave quickly."
When the man spoke to him, he dared not speak out in anger.
Gong Cheng said: "Although senior's words are evil, they are also a sign of love and care. We naturally understand that, but there is a reason for coming here this time, and we also know how powerful it is. If we encounter danger, of course we will retreat. .”
"You little girl is quite perceptive." The Tiger of the North Mountain grinned.
It happened that the wine and meat were brought to him at this time. He took a deep sip and then said with a smile: "This wine is really terrible to drink."
The man in the store suddenly trembled and was about to apologize.
Unexpectedly, the tiger from the north took another sip and then ate the meat.
The store owner felt relieved and carefully exited, not daring to stay here for a long time.
The Tiger of the North Mountain took a few bites, and suddenly looked at Chen Cuo: "Boy, you must have heard that everyone here has some background, so they dare to go up the mountain. If you don't have any background, it's best to leave to avoid wasting time. Give up your life."
Chen Cuo laughed, nodded and said, "I remember your kindness." He didn't say much.
"It's hard to persuade the damned devil with good words. Wealth and wealth confuse people's hearts." Seeing this, the Tiger of Beishan stopped saying more and turned to the monk: "Monk, since you are so knowledgeable, have you ever seen a real person?" People from the Immortal Family? If you have seen them, you might as well tell them. They all say that those disciples of the Immortal Family practice in secret realms and immortal lands, with materials from the sky like clouds, treasures from the earth like rain, inexhaustible magical skills and secrets, and magical weapons and weapons to choose from at will. Is it true or false?”
As soon as he said these words, Gong Cheng and the other two also became interested.
But the old monk shook his head and said: "How can a monk from the Immortal family be free from the secular world and be able to discuss it easily?"
The Tiger of the North Mountain shook his head and laughed: "I don't know, I just don't know, why use this as an excuse?" As he spoke, he had already eaten the whole plate of meat in front of him, took a sip of wine, and was about to stand up, "That's fine. , it’s almost time, it’s time to go up the mountain.”
The old monk smiled and said nothing and did not explain.
But the young novice couldn't help but said: "Who said that my master didn't know it? Let's not mention that my ancestor has great supernatural powers and has the method of seven-color relics. Let's talk about the Qingfeng Immortal from Kunlun who once discussed Taoism with the teacher and even praised him. .”
"The Qingfeng Immortal who slays dragons and phoenixes with his sword?"
The Tiger of Beishan immediately looked solemn.
Gong Cheng and Gong Cheng were even more surprised, and she couldn't help but ask: "Is there really a Qingfeng Immortal? Is it like the jade tree facing the wind like the rumors say?"
Monk Xinren glanced at his disciple.
The little novice shrank his neck.
Sighing, the old monk looked back and was about to speak.