The sound of birds sounds crisp and clear in the foothills.
The morning sun broke through the gaps in the clouds, pushing the golden light to wrap up the undulating mountains far and near. In the dense forest, the accumulated dewdrops hung precariously on the tips of the leaves. For a moment, they were shocked to the ground by the sword blade swung at them.
In the rugged and desolate mountain forest, a group of soldiers wearing trousers were seen poking at the bushes and weeds with their swords, looking around and moving forward. Correspondingly, there were many such teams in the entire mountain, searching inch by inch along the way.
The fat Taoist was carrying a basket on his back and walking behind him, sweating profusely. If Chen Yuan hadn't cast him a little spell to restore his physical strength from time to time, he probably wouldn't have been able to walk a few feet up the foot of the mountain.
"Have a rest for a while, boss, I can't walk on this road anymore. You might as well go up alone... Huhu..."
When Chen Yuan saw his appearance, he was indeed very tired. He did not have the physique of those soldiers who had been practicing for many years, and he was not a monk. It was reasonable that he could not keep up, so he nodded and asked him to stay here to rest.
The crazy old man turned around and looked at the fat Taoist up and down, then sighed and shook his head.
"Why is it so useless?"
"I want you to take care of me. I'm just taking a rest here, aren't you feeling comfortable?!"
"Beware of jackals, tigers and leopards snatching you away..." The crazy old man followed his apprentice two steps and then came back. He placed his hands in claws on both sides of his face and grasped them twice, his face gloomy.
"It's impossible to say there are monsters in the mountains."
"Hey, that's not good. Let's bring a female monster and let her have a taste of Taoist methods!"
Chen Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to the bickering between the two people. He looked up at the steep foothills and continued up the road. His scattered consciousness was also searching for any anomalies that were different from the mountains one by one.
Since it was buried, there must have been a raised mound, but I don't know how long it took, and it must have been covered with weeds.
'The person who can go outing in this mountain... I'm afraid that Chang Weng is not an ordinary person. He got the magic and buried it. I guess he doesn't despise the magic...'
"Sir! Xu Duhou found something there!"
Just as he was walking through a cliff and grass, Chen Yuan heard the shouts of a searching soldier in the distance. He searched with his consciousness and hurried towards the direction of the sound. The soldier was a scout in the army and was accustomed to rugged mountain roads, so he led Chen Yuan quickly.
Past the slope of the mountain, the cliffs and cliffs there are as smooth as if someone had cut them with a knife.
There is an open space below, and there are wooden piles left in the ground at the four corners. It is not difficult to see that huts were once built here.
"gentlemen!"
Seeing Chen Yuan coming over, Xu Huaiyu wiped the sweat on his forehead, hugged him, and followed his fingers to the remains of the thatched house over there, "Someone once lived here, and the wooden pillars in the soil are rotten, and they will break if touched.
I’m afraid it will be twenty or thirty years.”
Twenty or thirty years?
It feels like it hasn't been written as long as "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan". How did the story end up in the book? Chen Yuan was surprised and subconsciously touched the book hidden in his chest. He stepped forward to observe the place and looked away.
, ordinary people in the surrounding environment will never live here, even those with some martial arts skills will not live in such a harsh environment.
'That witch is right here. Then his grave should not be far from here.'
In the memory of past lives, especially in rural areas, most graves were built not too far from home. This world should not escape this custom.
In fact, Chen Yuan did not need to guess, the soldiers from Linjiang County were already searching the surrounding area.
Sure enough, within a moment, a mound of soil was found under the cliff about ten feet away, surrounded by large and small stones. The soil was no different from ordinary ground, but it did not grow.
A little bit of weed.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be discovered so easily.
"Open the grave—"
Xu Huaiyu was not that particular, and with his husband by his side, he was very courageous. He had also heard his husband tell this story on the way, and he didn't have a good impression of the witch buried in it.
"Since he is a scourge, don't show mercy to him!"
Several big and thick men immediately took hoes and stone shovels and started digging at the grave. They didn't even get half a cup of tea. They saw a skeleton about five feet tall lying inside.
You can still vaguely see the patterns from that time when you wear robes.
In the middle position, the corpse pressed a book in front of its abdomen with both hands. Xu Huaiyu wanted to go forward and take it out. Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and spread it. The book suddenly broke free from the bones in his hand and flew over on its own. He knew the mystery behind it.
Xu Huaiyu was still extremely surprised and never tired of watching it.
Here, the book fell into Chen Yuan's hand, and when he touched it, he found that there was an extra book, overlapped below.
In addition to "Remove Shadows", the yellowed book below was mottled with black mold, and it could still be seen that the cover said "The Art of Enlightenment", which surprised Chen Yuan. When he turned the page, he saw a picture
The note is tucked inside.
The content on the paper is only one short vertical word.
"The search for the road is endless, and the golden elixir has stopped. Chang knows that his destiny is coming, and he no longer asks for it. He bids farewell to his wife and children, kills the witch in the mountains, and uses his last effort to keep the skills Chang has learned and give them to those who are destined. I hope
Make good use of it.”
This short vertical character shows how difficult it is to seek the Tao, but it also shows the character of a Taoist. Chen Yuan couldn't help but feel emotional.
"I originally asked for the "Shadow Removal" technique according to the book, but I didn't expect to receive an additional gift. Mr. Chang, please accept my worship."
When Chen Yuan raised his hand and moved around, the two books placed in Xu Huaiyu's hands suddenly ignited with sparks, scaring him so much that he screamed. In just a moment, the books burned out quickly, and two rays of light flew out.
Go to Chen Yuan's chest and disappear into the "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan".
"Sir...this...what's going on..."
"The essence of magic is not in the books, but in the techniques."
Chen Yuan explained something and took out the book from the lapel of his clothes. In the thaumaturgy chapter, there was actually a story called "Stone Lion Guarding the Gate", and he saw that the magic formula was gradually revealed in the handwriting.
The wind blows, and the robes are flying.
‘If you receive a gift from Chang Weng, you should repay his descendants with a gift.’ He thought.
At the foot of the mountain.
Sun Zhengde unbuttoned his monk's robe and lay on the shady rock with his white belly exposed. He squinted at the crazy old man playing at the same time, humming a tune happily and swaying on his dangling toes.
The mountain breeze blew, and my belly shrank from the cold, and I shivered suddenly, and my plump body suddenly sat up.
The crazy old man pouring water from the stream not far away suddenly raised his head and said, "There is something evil about it!"
While the fat Taoist was speaking, the bright sun quickly dimmed in the afterglow, the surrounding trees swayed this way and that, and a thin layer of mist appeared in the forest.
"Why is it foggy?"
Sun Zhengde hurriedly arranged his robes, but before he could finish speaking, mist surged in his field of vision and drifted towards this direction, accompanied by the faint sound of bells.
Ding ding ding…
In the mist, a figure seemed to be floating by.
The fat Taoist rubbed his eyes and looked again. The mist was approaching, revealing shadowy figures inside with teeth and claws, as if demons and monsters were floating towards him.
"I call his mother's big cold melon..."
Suddenly frightened, Sun Zhengde ran up the mountain. When the crazy old man not far away saw him running, he turned around and chased after him. He thought the Taoist was racing with him, so he ran ahead very quickly.
"Why are you running?!"
Seeing that he was being overtaken, the fat Taoist shouted loudly.
"When I saw you running away, I ran away too! I'm going to find my apprentice first!"
In the blink of an eye, the crazy old man disappeared from the sight of the fat Taoist. He was left with a dumbfounded look on his face and left now? Don't care about me?
After reacting, he spread his legs and continued running wildly, screaming.
"Old madman, you are so unjust!!"
Then, the chubby figure disappeared into the mist.