My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 205 Debranching (Two in One)

This time in the dream, Jiang Yuan saw many things clearly.

The young man in the dream is obviously his previous body.

That weak body and weak spirit really made Jiang Yuan sigh, how could he spoil such a good young man, sooner or later something will happen in that state.

In fact, in his previous life, he also had a bumpy growth. His parents divorced in high school and each remarried. He went to a boarding school alone.

During the year of the college entrance examination, my mother passed away suddenly, which led to the failure of the exam. She managed to get into an ordinary university. After graduation, she finally found a good job.

Although it has been less than two years since the time travel, the memory of the previous life has become blurred. If it is not for today, it may be completely forgotten soon. It may be because of such a bleak life, there is nothing worth nostalgic for.

But now it seems that we still have to say goodbye after all.

Let the past go, now that you have come to a new world and have a new and more exciting life, then let go of your mental burden and stride towards your goal.

Jiang Yuan let out a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out the depression from his previous life.

The Yin spirit in the body suddenly trembled, as if a layer of Shen Ke had faded away, and there was an extra lightness.

Jiang Yuan was overjoyed, and a flash of understanding flashed in his mind——

When the young man in the dream transforms into his current appearance, the hidden danger of inconsistency between spirit and flesh will be completely resolved.

The one who came to Fangcun Mountain this time was looking for a way, and the other was hidden dangers. Now that the latter has been realized, the former should fall on the great sage in his dream.

Recalling the behavior of Monkey King in the dream, it should be that he has just entered the Samsung Cave.

"So, I want to start practicing with the monkey grandson at that time?"

But what makes Jiang Yuan uncertain is that when he passed the cliff in his dream, he didn't find the Three Star Cave, so how should he practice?
Another problem is that he can't control himself in the dream, and in the dream, his memory is obviously lacking. For example, he doesn't know the Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai, where he comes from, what he wants to do, and he is in a state of confusion.

"Do you want to go with the flow, follow your heart?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a long time and could only guess like this.

"The last one is the woodcutter." Jiang Yuan's eyes fell to the distant cliff, "Is he the guide of my altar, or the incarnation of the patriarch?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that the scenery of the cliff was a little different, as if it was withered.

Not only the cliffs, but also the mountains as far as the eye can see, are more withered and desolate.

"How long have I been asleep this time?"

Jiang Yuan was startled, completely waking up from the trance of waking up from a big dream.

A gust of cold mountain wind blew, and a few withered and fallen leaves floated in the cold wind and fell in front of Jiang Yuan.

In the shadows at the corner of the col, on a thick pile of fallen leaves, hoarfrost that has not yet melted remains, which is really eye-catching.

"What about five thousand?"

Except for the fallen leaves and hoarfrost, the col is empty and cold.

Looking up at the mountain wall where I left a message, I saw a deep hoof print next to the sixteen characters.

"It seems that I can't bear the loneliness, so I went out to play in the mountains."

Jiang Yuan shook his head, stood up and moved his slightly stiff body a few times, feeling a hunger in his stomach.

Ghosts and immortals can't completely open up the valley. Only when they reach the fruit of human immortality and cultivate the five qi yuan pills, the qi of the five internal organs can flow freely, can they eat the wind and drink the dew, and feed on the aura of heaven and earth.

Rubbing his dry stomach, Jiang Yuan jumped up the hill to pick some big peaches.

As soon as he turned up the mountain, a strong and pungent rotten smell rushed in like a tide, making Jiang Yuan's stomach churn and his eyes burning.

The ochre-yellow cassock flashed with crimson light, a gust of wind surged from under his feet, Jiang Yuan stood in the air, the gust of wind whistling under him scattered the pungent smell.

Slowed down, Jiang Yuan took a closer look, his pupils shrank in shock.

I saw that there was no big peach in the entire Rotten Peach Mountain, the branches were bare, some were still covered with hoarfrost, and the rotten peaches on the ground had obviously increased, and the rotten smell became stronger.

"Isn't it a spirit peach? Why do they wither after the season like ordinary mountain peaches?"

Jiang Yuan blurted out in surprise, but as soon as the words fell, he reacted:
Heaven and earth all have birth and death. It is so strange that the big peach blooms and bears fruit, matures and withers according to the four seasons. This is the way of nature.

Knowing but understanding, Jiang Yuan pursed his lower lip: "But, without Da Tao, can I still dream?"

Half a day later, under the setting sun, a fire was ignited in the valley, and the fire swayed on the mountain wall.

Jiang Yuan picked up the warm wine beside the fire, took a sip, then carelessly turned the barbecue on the fire, with a depressed expression.

He has tried it, but unfortunately, without Da Tao, no matter how deeply he sleeps, he can't enter the Lingtai dream.

"So, we have to wait until the big peaches are ripe next year?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at the cliff bathed in the sunset glow, and sighed.

In the past half a day, he used the Tengyun method, went around the mountain, and found that snowflakes had started to fall in some places outside, so he was startled by this dream and slept for at least three months.

He left Huaguo Mountain in September, stayed in Jishuihe Mansion for nearly a month, then stayed in Shangfeng County for more than half a month, and spent more than half a year looking for Fangcun Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou. It is well done.

Calculated, the ripening period of Lantao Mountain should be in June and July.

It is now the end of autumn and winter, and there is still half a year to wait for the peaches to ripen next year.

The aroma of barbecue wafted up, Jiang Yuan picked it up from the fire, stuffed it into his mouth, bit a piece and chewed twice, his eyes lit up, and finally he lowered his head to seriously look at the barbecue in his hand.

"As expected of Lingshan, a blessed land, even the meat of wild beasts in the mountain is better than those outside. Well, go and catch another one after eating. The pheasant just now is colorful and should be more delicious."

Half an hour later, the sunset glow disappeared and the sky was full of stars.

Jiang Yuan threw a few twigs into the fire, picked up the charcoal in the fire, there was a crackling sound, sparks splashed, and Jiang Yuan's shadow reflected on the stone wall twisted and flickered.

"That donkey, I don't know where it went."

Lie down casually on the ground, Jiang Yuan rested his hands on his pillow, looking at the stars in the night with long eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the fire was slowly extinguished, and it became colder and colder in the mountain depression. Of course, Jiang Yuan is not afraid of the cold and heat now.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan clapped his hands and murmured: "Forget it, let's treat it as a retreat."

"Try to practice immortality first?"

The fruit of human immortality is to produce five qi yuan pills. The five qi are the fire qi of the heart, the wood qi of the liver, the earthy qi of the spleen, the gold qi of the lungs, and the water qi of the kidneys; the heart stores the spirit, the liver stores the soul, and the spleen stores the mind. The lungs store the soul, and the kidneys store the essence.

However, Jiang Yuan only knows these things, he doesn't know where to start to practice, nor how to practice, the real kung fu method is a secret transmission, the so-called method is not passed on to the six ears, Jiang Yuan has no teacher, so naturally he doesn't understand.

Besides, when he came to Fangcun Mountain, he came to seek the true power of the Great Dao.

"Five Qi Yuandan, wait a minute, let's sort out what we have learned first."

"You can take this opportunity to learn the strange method taught by the old Taoist Qingyang."

"In addition, what you have learned in the past, such as the precious light technique, the Cheng family brothers' wind and fire secret method, and Monkey King's martial arts, should also be further cultivated to adapt to the current cultivation of ghosts and immortals."

"The magic weapon, the white pearl of the Wujin Demon King, the Jushen Banner, and even the Mirage Dragon Xuanbing can also be refined to make it more suitable."

"By the way, the meditation formula seems to still have some mysteries that can be discovered."

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Yuan felt that by the time the big peach matured next year, he might not be free.

"It's just that I'm upset at this time, so I started with the meditation formula and calmed down for a while."

Jiang Yuan was about to meditate when he suddenly glanced at the extinguished fire and looked around, "Let's make a nest first."

Standing up, he summoned the mysterious soldiers of the mirage dragon and went to the front of the mountain wall, stepped aside from the large characters left behind, raised the mysterious soldiers and pierced into the rock wall, swirling them like cutting tofu. A stone cave with a depth of seven or eight feet and a width of about ten feet.

"Cut down two more peach trees tomorrow to make a hole."

Jiang Yuan put away the mirage dragon weapon, looked at the smooth stone cave with satisfaction, walked into the cave, and sat cross-legged.

"Well, gather some more hay and make a futon."

Turning around a thought, Jiang Yuan calmed down and silently recited "Ice cold through the ages, everything is still and quiet, nothing changes without surprise. No abandonment, no abandonment, no action, no self".

One week, the weather is calm and leisurely, and the second week is the unity of mind and mind. Unknowingly, there is no thought, no worry, no action, no self, the breath gradually stretches, and the breath gradually merges with the cave.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the sky is getting brighter.

Phew, a cloud descended from the sky, saw the newly born stone cave, froze for a moment, then rolled into the cave.

Wuqian twisted his majestic body in the cave. To Jiang Yuan, the spacious cave made him feel cramped. At the same time, he was afraid of disturbing Jiang Yuan who was in meditation, so he became more and more awkward.

"Ah uh"

The gray donkey pursed its mouth and let out a low cry, and when it tilted its body, it saw a lot of stuff slipping off its back.

The packages were spread out, including melons, fruits and bacon, wine and dry food, bedding and blankets, pots and pans, and even a futon sewn with gold thread.

Gathering things to the corner, Wuqian saw that Jiang Yuan didn't show any sign of waking up, so he carefully twisted out of the cave, looked at the message on the stone wall, raised his hoof and made another hoof print.

Seeing the cold wind blowing into the cave suddenly, Jiang Yuan's clothes were rolled up, Wuqian rolled his eyes, stepped on the clouds, and flew to the forest.

After a rumbling sound, he dragged out a few old trees from the forest, carefully looked at the entrance of the cave, raised his hoof and tapped the old tree into pieces, found vines, and opened his teeth to do some work. A raft-like plank door came out.

Moved the board door to the entrance of the cave and gestured, just to block the cold wind, Wuqian grinned triumphantly.

After securing the cave gate, the gray donkey wandered around the peach forest again, but did not find a big peach, but was dizzy from the pungent rotten smell.

Feeling dizzy, he returned to the stone cave in the col, lay down on the entrance of the cave, and rested for a while, seeing that Jiang Yuan in the cave was still as quiet as a sculpture, and admiration flashed in Wuqian's eyes, so he put away his laziness, closed his eyes lightly, and put a dragon on his forehead. The scales glowed.

One day, two days, seven or eight days passed, Jiang Yuan's breath became longer and longer, and he entered the fetal breath, and the gray donkey, after a few days of honest practice, couldn't sit still, and began to wander around the entrance of the cave, looking up from time to time. in one direction.

Finally, after half a month passed, the donkey yelled at Jiang Yuan in the cave, stepped on it, and turned into a cloud that soared into the sky.

The cloud went all the way to the northwest, and soon, it reached the sky above a large city with a lot of people, and then fell straight to the most noble mansion in the city, the palace of the city lord.

As soon as the donkey landed, a group of guards, maids and servants surrounded it excitedly.

"Daxian, you are back. The city lord has been here for several times and has not seen you. You are almost dying of anxiety."

The donkey squinted and barked, indicating that he was looking for something.

The commander of the guards swallowed, and didn't say that the city lord was worried about the great immortal running away, but squeezed out a smile and said happily: "Your shrine has been built, the city lord, please go and see if you are satisfied, and do you want to add more things?" .”

The donkey raised its head, and the commander of the guards hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll take you to see it, little one."

At the same time, the commander quietly signaled to one of his subordinates, who nodded vigorously, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and ran to report to the city lord.

Daxian didn't leave, but came back again!
Of course Wuqian was aware of the commander's movements, so he didn't bother to answer. With his head held high, he followed his attendants to see his own shrine with a figure-of-eight gait.

The shrine is right next to the palace, and it is magnificent, majestic and magnificent. Wuqian is very satisfied after seeing it, only the plaque of the shrine dislikes him.

The guards saw Wuqian's attitude, and said cautiously: "The plaque is inscribed by the city lord, but the city lord said that if the Immortal is not satisfied, he can change it at any time. I wonder what name the Immortal wants to call it?"

The donkey gritted its teeth, lifted its hoof and scratched the ground a few times, outlining three characters crookedly.

The guards looked at it for a long time and finally figured out what it was.

"Moxin Cave"

The guards looked at each other. Isn't it too strange that the dignified shrine is called such a name?

Wuqian glanced at the guards, snorted, and the guards trembled in fright, and hurriedly said: "Good name! The name 'Mo Xin' is full of Taoism and the mystery of Buddhism, worthy of being a great immortal! "

The donkey grinned, and the guards heaved a sigh of relief, feeling their backs were covered with sweat.

"Come here, quickly take off that plaque, uh, send it back to the City Lord's Mansion, and ask the city to create a 'Moxin Cave'."

When Wuqian walked into the shrine with high spirits, the guards hurriedly ordered the servants to take off the plaque, and saw a large line on the plaque:
"Chechi City Protecting the Kingdom of the Great Immortal Palace"

click!
The young man was awakened by the sound of felling trees. When he looked up, he found himself leaning against a bare peach tree. Not far away, a woodcutter was struggling to cut with an axe.

"Sorry to disturb my dream."

Hearing the movement behind him, the woodcutter turned his head, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and apologized repeatedly.

"Why didn't my little brother go home and fell asleep here?"

The young man rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up from the ground, and replied instinctively, "I seem to be waiting for someone."

The woodcutter put down his axe and asked curiously, "The mountain is deep in the forest, and the mountain is about to be covered by heavy snow. I'm afraid no one will go up the mountain. Who are you waiting for?"

The young man scratched his head and opened his mouth uncertainly: "It doesn't seem to be a human, but a monkey."

"Monkey?" The woodcutter squinted, pointed at the dead trees around and laughed loudly: "Little brother, if you want to find monkeys, you should come here when the peaches are ripe. How can there be monkeys now?"

The young man looked around and smiled awkwardly, "What uncle said, it seems that I fell asleep."

"Then I'll go back first, and come back when the peaches are ripe." After saying that, the young man turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." The woodcutter called to stop the young man.

When the young man turned around, the woodcutter pointed to the dead tree beside him, and said with a smile, "Since you are here, why don't you help me."

The young man said embarrassedly, "I don't know how to cut down trees."

The woodcutter smiled, "I don't want you to cut down the tree, but I want you to help me remove the dead branches of the peach tree. After removing the old branches, new branches will grow next year and bear fruit."

The young man showed bitterness, "There are so many peach trees all over the mountains, how long will it take?"

The woodcutter laughed loudly, "Not too much, not too much, I'll teach you a method, and it can be done in one day."

(End of this chapter)