Jiang Chen and Huang Ya Laodao walked towards the Black Mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Black Mountain is not a high mountain. After walking for about half an hour, the two of them saw a temple standing on a flat plateau at the top of the mountain.
This must be the Black Mountain Temple mentioned by the old Taoist!
The Heishan Mountain Temple occupies a small area, is overgrown with weeds, and the wooden gate has decayed. It seems that no one has come to worship for a long time!
However, the entire mountain temple is made of mountain rocks, which is strong enough to protect it from wind and rain.
The old Taoist picked up some dry firewood and weeds, took out the firewood, and started a fire skillfully. Soon, a weak bonfire illuminated the small mountain temple.
"This...is this the mountain god?"
Jiang Chen looked at the altar dedicated to the mountain god in the temple and was immediately startled.
Although this mountain god statue is a broken clay sculpture, it looks too weird.
Its main body is like the trunk of a tree, and the trunk branches out into many branches, and many hateful human heads grow on the branches!
Where is the mountain god here?!
This is simply a monster!
"This is the human-headed tree of the mountain god enshrined in the Black Mountain Temple. Although it can carry the power of incense, it is neither among the righteous gods canonized by heaven, nor among the Yin gods of the underworld, nor among the human grass-headed gods canonized by the imperial court. It is not even included in folk sacrifices.
Among the false gods such as the beard, yellow, white and willow gray."
"This is an evil god from the left. Sacrifice to this kind of mountain god may bring you good luck, but it is often accompanied by disasters. Therefore, it is normal for people to lose their faith over time, for their clay sculptures and golden bodies to be ruined, and for temples to be completely abandoned!"
The old Taoist sat cross-legged next to the bonfire and did not show much respect for him in his words. He also did not claim to be a righteous person and shouted at him to beat or kill him.
"Old Taoist is a Taoist priest conferred by Qingyang Taoist Palace. His common surname is Zhang, his single name is Yang, and his Taoist name is Ziyin. You can call me Mr. Zhang!"
"What's your name, kid? Where do you live?"
Old Taoist Huangya asked casually.
"My surname is Jiang and my name is Chen, and I feel at home all over the world!"
Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, thought for a while and responded.
"Jiang Chen, what a good name!"
"We are at home all over the world, that's almost like an old Taoist."
"The old Taoist left the Taoist palace and traveled around. All he wanted to do was save enough money to open a Taoist temple and promote Taoism!"
"What a pity, in this world, it's hard to make money!"
The old Taoist sighed with emotion, a complicated look flashed in his cloudy eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
The old Taoist's words really made Jiang Chen feel the same way!
It seems that no matter where you are, the truth that money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat is common.
The topic opened up and the two began to enter hot chat mode.
Jiang Chen and Lao Tao talked happily. Most of the time, Lao Tao kept talking about something. Jiang Chen only echoed a few words from time to time and expressed his own opinions, but never said too much.
He has just entered this world and knows very little about its various aspects. He should speak less and make fewer mistakes. If his mistakes are revealed, he can't guarantee that the old master will treat him as an extraterrestrial evil spirit!
From the mouth of the old Taoist, Jiang Chen also learned some information about this world.
This is not the ancient world he thought before, but a fairy world with strange clouds and waves. This can be seen from the fact that he entered the ghost market by mistake just now!
Flying to the sky and escaping to the earth?
Slaying demons?
Support justice?
Become a celestial being?
nonexistent.
For Jiang Chen, the most important thing is to survive first!
"I had a great time chatting with the young layman today, but it's getting late now, so I'd better go to bed early. I have to get up early and be on my way tomorrow!"
After that, the old Taoist took out a few bottles and jars and scattered some things at the entrance of the mountain temple, probably to prevent wild beasts or snakes, ants and insects from entering the mountain temple!
Although he was very hungry and physically and mentally exhausted after his trip to the ghost market, Jiang Chen was still a little excited when he entered this strange world of immortals for the first time and couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning.
The old Taoist was sitting cross-legged next to the extinguished bonfire, snoring loudly.
Originally Jiang Chen thought he would meditate and adjust his breath, or practice some powerful exercises to restore his physical strength.
But now it seems that he is overthinking it. Of course, maybe it is because his cultivation level is not yet mature enough!
Shouldn’t practitioners follow the laws of the sky and the earth, pick up the stars and the moon, fly into the sky and escape from the earth?
Isn't this outrageous?
How can you still rely on sleep to restore your strength?
Lose your share!
Jiang Chen was just thinking wildly and fell into a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
"Jiang Chen!"
"Jiang Chen!"
"Jiang Chen!"
In his sleepy state, Jiang Chen seemed to hear someone calling his name.
again and again!
The sound gets sharper every time!
He opened his eyes and suddenly saw the old Taoist bleeding from his seven orifices and exuding a foul smell. He held the peach wood sword on his back, pointed at him and said:
"You don't belong to this world. Today, the old Taoist will do justice for heaven and kill you, this extraterrestrial evil spirit!"
"Pfft!"
The old Taoist wielded a mahogany sword and struck at Jiang Chen. The wooden sword actually cut iron like clay, and beheaded Jiang Chen with one strike.
Phew!
Jiang Chen's head rolled to the ground, and his body was still spraying blood. The sprayed blood splashed on the clay statue of the mountain god's human head tree in the temple. Some changes occurred in the clay statue of the golden body!
"Hehehe!"
In the last scene before Jiang Chen died, he seemed to see the human-headed tree coming to life, with its terrifying faces facing him and a strange smile!
call!
Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and broke out in cold sweat.
He couldn't help but touch his neck.
Fortunately, my head is still there!
It turned out that he had a nightmare!
"Taoist Priest?"
Jiang Chen looked at the old Taoist who was meditating and resting opposite him, and called out softly.
As a result, there was no response, and the old man also stopped snoring!
Jiang Chen took out the yellow talisman given to him by the old Taoist, calmed down, closed his eyes to rest, and then opened his eyes again.
I saw that the old Taoist had completely disappeared!
He turned his head with some fear and looked at the Black Mountain God's Head Tree enshrined on the altar with the help of the moonlight!
The clay statues seemed to have come to life, with terrifying faces smiling. The smiles were weird and terrifying!
Astonishingly, it perfectly overlapped with the scene in his dream!
What was different from his dream was that among the countless heads with strange smiles, one turned out to be the old Taoist Huang Ya!
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Young man, don't leave, become one with us!"
"Be us and share eternal life!"
Countless heads on the human head tree opened their mouths and smiled sinisterly. When they opened their mouths, poisonous insects flew out, and the smelly smell filled the air, almost killing Jiang Chen!
"what to do?"
"Surviving for three days is really not that simple. It has only been less than a day, am I going to die here?"
Jiang Chen was a little scared, but he wanted to live even more!
His mind was like lightning, his brain was working rapidly, and he had an idea. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. The strong light instantly shone on the clay sculpture of the human head tree!
"What a dazzling light!"
"What kind of magic weapon is this?!"
The human-headed tree stared at Jiang Chen fiercely, and the strong light made it very uncomfortable!
"This is the supreme innate treasure, a portable mobile phone!"
Jiang Chen took advantage of the situation and picked up a wooden stick as thick as his arm. He didn't know where he got the courage to throw it at the clay statue of the human head tree!
Bang bang bang!
Jiang Chen used all his strength to swing the wooden stick and kept hitting the clay statue. Soon cracks appeared on the clay statue, and then with a click, it collapsed!
This clay sculpture is actually empty inside!
With the help of the flashlight on his mobile phone, he could clearly see what was inside.
There was a skinny old Taoist whose body had rotted away, and a weasel about half the size of a child. The old Taoist's mahogany sword pierced the weasel's body, but the weasel was not completely dead!
It turned its head, its eyes exuded a dark yellow luster, and it spoke human words, threatening Jiang Chen:
"Mortals, when they see this great immortal, they still don't kneel down!"
"Boy!"
At this moment, the old Taoist man whose body had rotted seemed to have come back to life. He made a voice and said to Jiang Chen:
"I cast a spell on it and it can't move. If you take out the black gourd from my package, which contains talisman water, and pour it on it, it will break its invulnerable body!"
"Then take the old Taoist sword and chop this beast to death!"
"You dare!"
The weasel has a shrill voice.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Chen ignored Lao Dao's rotten and stinky body and took off the package directly from him. He found a black gourd in the package and without hesitation poured the talisman water in the black gourd on the imprisoned weasel.
On the body.
Sizzle!
As if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on its body, the shiny fur on the weasel's body immediately became scorched, and wisps of mysterious aura escaped from its body.
That is the power of incense!
"Now, draw your sword and slay the demon!"
The old Taoist seemed to have exhausted his last strength and spoke as a reminder.
After he finished speaking, his body completely fell apart.
Jiang Chen didn't hesitate. He directly grabbed Huang Ya Lao Dao's century-old mahogany sword and pulled the sword out of the weasel. A trace of black and red blood flowed from the weasel's wound.
"Young man?"
"Do you think I look like a god or a demon?"
A cloud of yellow gas was released from under the weasel's buttocks, directed towards Jiang Chen's face, and a stench came straight towards his Heavenly Spirit Cap.
He suddenly became trance-like. He vaguely saw a weasel that was emitting golden light and was so sacred that he couldn't help but worship it!
"I look like you look like a black donkey with three eggs!"
"Fuck you little blond girl!"
Jiang Chen bit the tip of his tongue hard, then raised the peach wood sword in his hand and slashed the weasel on the head.
Once, twice, three times...
It wasn't until the weasel's head was chopped to pieces by him that he sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
It's finally over.
No.
it's not finished yet.
He saw the dead old man reappearing in front of him.
At this moment, he had a weird smile on his face, his orifices were bleeding, his appearance was haggard, and it was scary. He stretched out his hand and said to Jiang Chen:
"Boy, give me back my sword..."
"Give me back my sword..."
Jiang Chen didn't know where he got the courage at this moment. He stood up with a peach wood sword in hand, pointed the sword at the old Taoist Huang Ya, and said calmly:
"Senior, whose hand this sword is in, that is whose sword it is!"
"You said this is your sword. If you call it, will it agree?"
"Boy, don't forget, if it weren't for me, you would have been eaten by ghosts in the ghost market until not even your bones were left!"
"Give me my sword back quickly!"
Huang Ya Old Taoist's face was gloomy and scary, he stretched out his hand and slowly floated towards Jiang Chen.
"Hehehe!"
"I think you want to pull me to protect you from disaster, Black Mountain Mountain God!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Huang Ya was stunned for a while, and then said in disbelief:
"How can you, a mortal, see through my true identity?"
"That's it!"
"You are destined to die anyway, there is no point in worrying about this!"
After Huang Ya Lao Tao said this, he immediately transformed into the Black Mountain Mountain God.
A gray tree trunk stands tall, with countless branches extending from the trunk, and a human head grows on each branch. This is the true form of the Black Mountain God!