Fang Ling was not in a hurry to leave the mountains, but walked deeper into the mountains.
This monkey clan is not small in scale and should have some good things.
After a while, he discovered a pool of fine wine deep in the mountains.
Monkeys, like humans, have the habit of drinking, and they are also natural wine masters.
For all monkeys, the wine pond is a sacred place.
Therefore, it is very difficult to buy monkey wine in the outside world. Every time a jar of monkey wine appears in the world, it means that a monkey group has been wiped out.
This pool of wine exudes a rich aroma, and just one sip makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Monkey wine is not only delicious, but also a rare tonic because all its ingredients are spiritual fruits from the mountains.
The medicinal power of the spiritual fruit has been accumulated in this wine pool for many years and has been continuously fermented. It is already quite mellow.
If a person with insufficient cultivation drinks too much at one time, there is even a risk of spiritual energy explosion.
"This place is deep in the wilderness, and the monkeys are quite powerful. They must have existed for a long time."
"The quality of this pool of monkey wine is definitely of the highest quality!" Fang Ling thought to himself, and immediately took out a gourd from the storage ring.
This gourd was just a double-restricted magic weapon, and he couldn't remember which killing he got it from.
The gourd has no power, it is just a top-notch container.
After a while, all the monkey wine was poured into the gourd.
He took a brief sip and found that the medicinal power of this wine was far beyond his expectation, and it was enough to be worth several days of hard work.
However, he didn't plan to drink it all, but wanted to keep some to take back to honor his masters.
Apart from monkey wine, there is nothing good here.
Fang Ling waved his hand and retreated to the Salami Realm, leaving the mountains.
But not long after he left, several people suddenly chased him from behind.
These people also wore strange clothes, like people from the Miao tribe.
The woman who was almost raped by the black-haired demon monkey just now was also among them.
At this moment, she was leaning on a strong man, still in shock and a little haggard.
"Duo'er, was he the one who saved you just now?" the sturdy man asked.
The woman nodded and whispered: "It's him."
Upon hearing this, the man immediately went forward to pay homage to Fang Ling.
"Thank you very much for saving my wife from the devil monkey. I, Tur, am deeply grateful."
"To express my gratitude, I would like to invite my benefactor to my Tu tribe as a guest!"
The strong man's name was Tu'er, and he was the chief of the Tu clan in Miao territory.
Because his tribe members were sick, he had to take these stronger tribesmen into the wilderness to search for medicinal materials.
But due to some accidents, the people in the team were separated, and his wife Duoer was almost in danger.
Fang Ling nodded and followed them along the way, maybe he could get some information he needed.
Tu'er was very happy when Fang Ling agreed.
He didn't ask about Fang Ling's origins, he just asked his name.
Miao territory is close to this wild land, so these Miao tribes are very familiar with it.
Fang Ling followed them, and the journey was almost smooth, and he didn't meet any monsters along the way.
A few days later, he left the wilderness and came to the Tu tribe.
The Tu tribe is only a small tribe in Miao territory, with only more than 20,000 tribe members.
Tribal leader Tu'er is the strongest person in this tribe, and his realm is at the early stage of Tianquan Realm.
The buildings in the tribe are very simple, mostly high-railed bamboo houses or thatched houses.
Their clothes are also very simple, mostly in linen, and their living conditions seem to be worse than those in Nanyang Kingdom.
But when Fang Ling walked in the tribe, he felt that the people here did not live a miserable life.
Most of the men, women and children he met on the road had smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere in the tribe was quite good.
"My dear benefactor, this is the soul-nourishing tea of our Tu tribe, please try it!"
A big fat boy walked towards Fang Ling holding a cup of tea.
This fat boy's name is Tu Shan, the son of Tu Er and Duo'er.
People in the Miao border often practice the art of witchcraft, and the art of witchcraft is closely related to the strength of the soul.
Therefore, the monks in Miao territory pay special attention to the cultivation of the soul.
But he doesn't care so much about his physical body and spiritual power.
Almost every tribe has its own ancient recipes that have been passed down for a long time.
These ancient recipes have been improved from generation to generation and are the core of a tribe's inheritance.
Fang Ling drank it all in one gulp and felt relieved.
The feeling of nourishing his soul made him feel elated.
At this time, Tu'er also came over, holding an ancient wooden box in his hand.
"This is our tribe's soul-nourishing tea! The older it is, the more mellow the taste, and the better the effect of increasing soul power."
"The box in my hand is a 10,000-year-old soul-nourishing tea passed down from my ancestors."
"In the tribe, it is definitely the oldest one!"
"You are the most respected guest. I hope you will not dislike this small gift from our family."
Tu Er handed over this box of Ten Thousand Years Soul Nourishing Tea with both hands, wanting to repay Fang Ling.
"Thank you!" Fang Ling put the box of tea into the storage ring.
Seeing Fang Ling accept the gift, Tu'er also showed a smile on his face, and then said: "By the way, the old grandpa has also returned from collecting medicine."
"I will take you to see him right now. He is the longest-living old man in our tribe and the previous chief."
"Maybe he can know where the escape and rebirth spells that my benefactor wants to know about are found," Tur added.
On the way back to the Miao border from the wilderness, Fang Ling had already asked Tur about this.
But Tur's knowledge was limited and he didn't know clearly.
He followed Tu'er for a while through the tribe, and soon came to the old grandpa's residence.
The old grandpa was sorting out medicinal materials in front of the bamboo house. When he saw Tu'er bringing someone over, he quickly went to the water tank nearby and took a ladle of water to wash his hands.
He heard people from the tribe talk about Fang Ling rescuing Duo'er in the wilderness, so he also regarded Fang Ling as an honored guest.
"What do you want to know about the younger generation?" the old grandpa asked straightforwardly.
Fang Ling: "I want to know where I can find a witch cultivator who knows how to cast a free spell or a rebirth spell."
When the old grandpa heard this, he immediately frowned and looked at Fang Ling carefully up and down.
"These two curses are for resolving the death curse. Will you be hit by the death curse in the future?" he asked in surprise.
Fang Ling nodded.
Tu'er on the side also looked shocked when he heard this.
The Death Curse is very well-known in the art world, and most witch cultivators have heard of it.
It is said that the person who has been cursed will be tortured by the tearing of the soul all the time, and the pain will continue to get stronger, until the person who is cursed finally can no longer hold on and actively seeks death.
But Fang Ling in front of them looked very calm. In their opinion, this was simply too scary...
How much endurance do you have to have to do this?
Seeing how surprised they were, Fang Ling didn't explain much and looked at the old grandpa silently.
The old grandpa came to his senses and said quickly: "I don't know who knows how to cast a curse, but I do know that there is a tribe that has passed down the curse of rebirth from generation to generation."
"That's one of the largest tribes in our Miao territory, the Lan tribe."
"The Lan tribe is far away from our Tu tribe, but you can ask Tu'er to take you there."
"When Tur was young, he went to the Lan tribe to practice Buddhism," he said.
Tu'er on the side was a little confused and asked: "Grandpa, the Lan tribe has inherited a total of eleven spells, but there seems to be no rebirth spell among them, right?"
The old grandpa smiled and said: "What everyone knows cannot be trusted. Outsiders only know that our Tu tribe only has one spell, but in fact we have two!"
"Do you think the Lan tribe doesn't have any hidden spells? I'm sure there are people in the Lan tribe who know the rebirth spell."
"Because grandpa and I also visited the Lan tribe when I was young. I also talked to a girl from the Lan tribe and learned about it from her mouth."
Fang Ling was secretly happy. He didn't expect that he was so lucky. As soon as he came to Miao Territory, he found out about the whereabouts of the Rebirth Curse.