Wang Fu stood under a large rock, and saw that the surface of the rock was covered with moss, wet, and covered with teeth marks gnawed by small animals.
"Strong wind."
He uttered a spell in his mouth, and the surrounding wind was strong. In an instant, it condensed into several transparent ropes as tough as steel cables, wrapped around the rock and pulled hard.
Rumble.
The rock was uprooted in an instant, bringing up a large amount of soil. Many earthworms and insects hiding in the soil were frightened and fled in all directions.
A large pit appeared on the spot, with something wrapped in yellow cloth lying inside.
"Come."
The object flew into Wang Fu's hands. He opened the yellow cloth and saw a fist-sized object wrapped in yellow cloth.
"Cha Zhong?"
Wang Fu was astonished. The tea seeds of Dianling Tea were born with spirits and must be sealed with "gold, fire and earth", which corresponded to the real objects, which were gold needles, red thread and yellow cloth.
Look at this fist-sized object, which is full of the unique color of wood and exudes a unique aroma similar to Dingling tea.
"It's indeed a tea species."
Wang Fu didn't arrive first, so it was so easy to get it, but his divination clearly didn't target tea seeds.
"Hit the passenger car by mistake."
Wang Fu smiled and shook his head. It was not that he was too good at divination, but that he was very lucky.
He was still uneasy and looked at his own life candle. It was two feet and three inches long and it didn't consume much. He felt relieved.
It is inevitable that you will be lucky several times in life. God will provide you with food, so there is no need to worry about gains and losses.
Wang Fu decisively put the tea seeds into the light space. Even if it was the bait of the trap, after sending it into the storage space, all clues were lost.
"The seed has been sown, let it be; the seed has been sown, let it be."
Not far away, a rhythmic chirping sound suddenly sounded, like a farmer's call during spring plowing.
Wang Fu's heart moved, this is Gushan, how can there be kind people farming?
Could it be an illusion created by ghosts?
Wang Fu subconsciously turned around and left. He had already obtained the tea seeds, so there was no need to create extra complications.
After all, Gushan is the territory of ghosts, with powerful and terrifying beings entrenched everywhere. If you are not careful, you will damage it.
"Could this guest come from afar?"
As soon as Wan Fu turned around, he saw two villagers, an old man and a young man, carrying tall piles of dry firewood behind them. They looked at Wang Fu in surprise.
"I still can't hide."
Wang Fu sighed and held his hands towards the two of them, "Yes, it's really unlucky to go into the mountains and get lost here.
The old man opposite smiled heartily, "This place is located in the mountains. The trails are hidden among the grass and trees and are extremely difficult to walk. Even us locals often get lost."
"This guest, our village is nearby, why don't you come back with us to rest for a while, have some tea and rice, and then let us take you out of the mountain after tonight?"
Just as Wang Fuchang was about to refuse, his eyes suddenly fell on the firewood, and when he saw a few black lines, his heart moved.
"Okay, please lead the way."
His current appearance is disguised as the "Sad" ghost face, and he is a sighing old man.
Along the way, Wang Fu sighed repeatedly on the excuse of his poor legs and feet, which dragged down the two mountain people, old and young, and had to delay the journey.
Despite this, the two of them had good tempers and were not impatient at all.
"Such reasonable, hospitable mountain people can only be found in books!"
Wang Fu sneered in his heart, how can you describe the character of real mountain people? Poor mountains and harsh waters lead to unruly people, which can be summed up in one sentence.
For those who make a living in the mountains, due to the harsh environment, the bandits do not separate their families, farming with hoes and robbing with knives, and are proficient in both crafts.
However, knowing it was a trap, Wang Fu had to go.
Among the dead firewood carried behind the two men, there were several coiled dead vines, as dark as dyed with ink.
These withered vines are none other than the 'Black Water Black Snake' that Wang Fu has been searching for for three years.
The Black Water Black Snake is a key material in the Beidi Secret Code for practicing the Black Water Preservation Technique.
Without this thing, even if you get the entire secret book, you still won't be able to get started.
Only those who have received the true message will know that the so-called Black Water Black Snake is not a snake, but a vine.
This vine is all black, with bumps on its surface that are densely distributed like snake scales. It looks like a black snake, so it is called the Black Water Black Snake.
In Taoist secret books, there are many similar sects that give important materials specious names to raise the threshold of practice.
It is euphemistically called ‘the true Dharma is not spread to outsiders’.
The so-called true message refers to this.
"You can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there."
Wang Fu sighed in his heart, he did not expect to gain so much from taking it once.
First, he found the tea seed that the ghost had hidden under the rock, and then he quickly found clues to the black water snake.
Wang Fu was so lucky that he couldn't believe it. He had been saving up his character for three years, and how could he show it all at once?
"We have guests."
The two mountain men in front took Wang Fu around the mountain road and came to a clearing in the mountain. The surrounding weeds had been cleared away, and thorns and vines were used to build a fence to drive away wild animals.
"Um?"
Wang Fu stopped when he saw the fence that was hundreds of meters long, but saw a large number of vines like black water snakes inside, which made his eyes ache.
There was this kind of rattan in Gushan. At that time, he was in the ghost market and asked for help in the ghost trade.
As a result, the ghost was stunned and said that he had never heard of it. It seemed that the place where the black water black snake is distributed is not near the ghost market, but here.
This vine has a single function and has no other uses except for practicing the black water magic.
When people who don't know the goods see it, they think it's ordinary dead vines, used as firewood.
"The guests are coming."
On both sides of the road in the village, men, women and children wore warm smiles and warmly extended their hands to welcome Wang Fu to his home.
Some people even wanted to snatch people from young and old on the spot and drag Wang Fu into their houses.
The two mountain people, old and young, who brought Wang Fu back to the village, just like protecting food, took Wang Fu from the crowd to their home.
When I got a cup of hot tea, the young man sat next to me while the old man went out to arrange meals.
Wang Fu heard the sound of chickens being killed and bacon being chopped outside the house, smoke rising from the kitchen, and the aroma of the food gradually coming in through the window.
"This, this is so grand."
Wang Fulian declined repeatedly.
While cooking, the old women and daughters-in-law of the mountain villagers brought honey, wild dates and other snacks one after another to Wa Wangfu to pass the time.
When you are polite to someone, you must ask for something. But what does the other person want?
At the dinner table, the whole family took turns to persuade Wang Fu to eat and drink, and the Shanzhen Laojiu was enough to take care of him.
However, Wang Fu noticed that the other party's attitude of urging people to drink and eat was not like treating guests, but like feeding them.
That night, after Wang Fu finished his meal in a hurry, he was arranged by a mountain villager family to live in the largest and most respectful house.
Um!
A piece of red cloth hung in the window, fluttering in the night wind.
At night in the mountains, it is particularly peaceful. There are always cries of birds and beasts, and insects chirping, which come and go. Most of the time, they come from the indescribable mystery and unknown in the deep mountains.