My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 66 Changchun Immortal
In the early morning, the sun has not yet risen, the sky is hazy, and there is some white mist floating on the sea.

The fisherman with a dry body and a purple face has already put on a straw hat, rolled his trousers and pushed the boat out to sea, drifting and shuttling in the sea fog.

A pair of young brothers, because it was too late to repair the fishing net last night, took a step behind, and were rushing to their fishing boat with the fishing net in their arms.

Throwing the fishing net onto the boat, the two brothers worked together with tacit understanding, and the boat crashed into the water, causing a splash of water.

The elder brother jumped onto the boat vigorously and was about to steer the oars when he suddenly felt an invisible cold wind drifting past his body in the white mist on the sea, and the elder brother shivered suddenly.

"Brother, what's the matter, hurry up and row the boat, or our fish nest will definitely be robbed by Dayong and the others. Are you still awake, then let me come, and you can rest for a while."

Before the elder brother figured out what was going on, he was annoyed by his chattering younger brother's violent meal.

"Shut up now!"

After the elder brother glared at his younger brother, he began to row the oars.

When the fishing boat sailed away from the coast and gradually drifted into the sea fog, my brother couldn't help but glance back, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

On the dark coast, a strange figure appeared out of thin air.

My brother can be sure that when they came, there was absolutely no one on the shore.

Moreover, this bay is a docking point for fishing boats, only fishermen will appear at this time, and the fishing boat of the two brothers is the last one.

"What is that, a god, a monster, or a lonely soul at sea?"

The sea breeze blew, and the fog swelled, and my brother's vision was blocked.

The phantom in the eyes of the young fisherman is Jiang Yuan who has recovered from the ghost of Qingling.

Last night, he rested on the uninhabited deserted island, and before the sun rose, Jiang Yuan borrowed the ghost pill to float across the sea.

"That young man's perception is quite keen."

Jiang Yuan glanced back at the young fisherman who disappeared into the mist, and gave a low praise.

At this time, he was wearing the black blue robe brought by Huaguo Mountain outside, and the ocher cassock inside. He didn't tighten his belt as usual, but was loose and relaxed, with a casual posture.

The sandbags, pellet pouches, and strong bows on the back that used to hang around the waist are all gone. They don't have that heroic gallantry, but they look like a rambunctious wanderer.

The sky in the early morning and evening is the most treacherous. One moment it is still drowsy, the next moment it is full of morning light, the previous moment it is still sunset and sunset, and the next moment it is nightfall.

Jiang Yuan didn't walk along the coast for a while, the brilliance of the rising sun leaped out from the water in the sky, melting the sea fog, and turning the coast red.

The cooking smoke gradually rises ahead, following the cooking smoke, there are scattered villages.

Jiang Yuan found a high place, and drew the vitality of his dantian to move the gluttonous beast pattern on the cassock. The crimson light circulated on his body, turning into two pupil-like light clusters.

In an instant, the field of vision expanded rapidly, passing through the village, across the fields, through the hills and jungles, and found a city thirty miles away.

Jiang Yuan shook his head, turned to move Qiongqi animal patterns, the light clusters in his pupils dissipated, and the crimson light flowed to his back.

Phew, the wind blew, and Jiang Yuan rose from the ground, rising to a height of more than 30 feet.

The village below shrank a circle, turned around and looked at the sea, and could still see fishing boats throwing fishing nets on the sea.

Feeling the wind around his body, Jiang Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed silently.

Then his body leaned forward, and the strong wind pushed him across the sky like a shooting star.

Someone in that village raised his head inadvertently, and saw a mass of crimson light flashing past, feeling dazzled.

Fields and jungles flashed quickly below, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but swooped down, flying across the uninhabited wilderness at low altitude.

A series of hearty laughter resounded across the wilderness, and the bushes shook in shock, and small animals such as hares, pheasants, hedgehogs, and voles fled away.

Until now, with the power of flying, Jiang Yuan felt the most direct sense of "extraordinary".

The journey of more than 30 miles involves crossing mountains and crossing hills, crossing rivers and streams, and one has to be careful of wild animals on the road. A normal person would have to walk for three hours.

If you leave at sunrise, it will be noon when you arrive.

However, when Jiang Yuan landed on the outskirts of that city, the sun had just risen above the sea.

However, the city in front was already crowded with people and bustling.

A river passes through the city, and on the riverside under the city wall, there is a large-scale Dragon King Temple, which is full of incense.

I haven't seen such a dense crowd for many days, and Jiang Yuan is also in a happy mood. He quickly walked out from a remote corner and merged into the flow of people in front of the city, looking around with interest.

Compared with the people of the big man, the people of this Aolai country are not much different in appearance, but the difference in clothing is not small.

The right lapel and curved skirt are the main styles of clothing in the Han Dynasty, with simple decoration and dignified style.

The common people here, the low-level people wear short shirts and leather trousers, which are crisp and neat, while the rich and noble people mostly wear double-breasted robes, some with open arms, and the decorations are even more varied.

In short, more frank and free and easy.

Maybe it's because it's located overseas, close to ten continents and three islands, and is influenced by Taoism.

Fortunately, the language and characters are roughly the same, but the intonation and pronunciation of some words are different.

After entering the city, I found that the architectural style is more ostentatious than that of the Han Dynasty, with curved roofs, rolled cornices, carved windows everywhere, and piled up pavilions and pavilions.

Jiang Yuan found it very interesting, and watched it with great interest.

I found a breakfast stall and was about to have some hot soup and rice, but found that the soup sold at this stall was not tea, but snow-white fish soup.

The aroma was so strong that it whetted the appetite. Jiang Yuan drank three bowls in a row, and his whole body became hot and sweaty.

After drinking the fish soup, Jiang Yuan didn't leave, but waited for the stall to be less crowded, and asked the stall owner:

"Shopkeeper, is there a fairy mountain blessed place nearby?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a square face. After wiping the sweat off his forehead, he turned around to look at Jiang Yuan, and said with a smile:
"Listening to the accent of the guest is not a local."

"I came from Nanzhan Buzhou, and I asked for immortality."

Jiang Yuan said this because he wanted to find out about Jiusuihe from a practitioner. Of course, if he met a true immortal, he would naturally seek his teacher for the Tao.

The stall owner was surprised when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing, and said in admiration:

"It's really courageous for the guests to come here across the ocean!"

Jiang Yuan smiled and said: "So, can the store fulfill one or two?"

"I'm just a small street vendor, how can I talk about 'fulfillment'!"

The stall owner hurriedly waved his hand to evade, but seeing Jiang Yuan's sincerity, after thinking about it, he said:

"The guests must have come here for the wonderland of Shizhou and Three Islands. However, I have only heard rumors about those wonderlands in my proud country. On the contrary, it is the sad news of going out to sea to find immortals. I hear it every year, and there is no shortage of it every month."

"However, it's a coincidence that the guest came, and there happened to be a Daoist immortal in Yingxian Temple outside the city."

Jiang Yuan asked excitedly: "What kind of fairy is it?"

"I wait for mortals, how can I speculate about immortals?"

The stall owner smiled and said:
"There is Fallen Leaf Ridge in the southeast of our city. I don't know when a demon king came to occupy the mountain and opened his mansion. He gathered a group of monsters and often came out to wreak havoc."

"A few days ago, the county lord was preparing to sacrifice to the Dragon King, and asked to subdue the demon, and then the immortal suddenly appeared and said that he would subdue the Demon King of Luoye Ridge for us."

When the stall owner said this, he paused, but there was a new customer.

They were two young men dressed up with daggers at their waists.

After serving fish soup to the new customers, the stall owner took the time to turn his head and continue to Jiang Yuan:

"The immortal went to Fallen Leaf Ridge alone, and returned very quickly, unscathed, and the Fallen Leaf Ridge monster never came out to wreak havoc again."

Jiang Yuan sat up straight and asked curiously, "How did the immortal subdue the monster?"

The stall owner shook his head, "It's not like I waited for Xiaomin to know, but the fairy must have real skills, customers can go and see."

At this time, the two young men who had just arrived put down the fish soup and interjected:

"Are you talking about the Immortals of Changchun in Yingxian Temple?"

The stall owner smiled casually: "It's just chatting."

The young people didn't care either, they were just excited when they heard about the Immortal Changchun.

Among the two, the rough-looking young man with a beard on his cheeks, with a smear of soup on the corner of his mouth, said excitedly:

"If you want to ask how the Immortal Changchun subdued the Demon King, only eight words are enough to sum it up.

That is, 'great powers', 'drawing the ground as a prison'! "

The young man with a thin face next to him said with a respectful face:

"The immortal overwhelmed the demon king with his vast mana, and pitied him for his aspirations, so he drew the ground as a prison and imprisoned the demon king in Luoye Ridge, ordering him not to go out, but to practice in the mountains."

After Jiang Yuan heard this, an image of a master of Taoism emerged in his mind, and he was immediately moved, so he asked the stall owner:

"Then how to get to the Immortal Temple?"

The stall owner was about to open his mouth when the two young men stared over and shouted:

"Your Excellency, are you going to Yingxian Temple to pay a visit to Changchun Immortal?"

Jiang Yuan smiled lightly and nodded, "Such a fairy, how could he not pay his respects?"

The young people immediately shouted: "We are also going to visit the immortal, let's go together."

Jiang Yuan frowned secretly, and evaded: "The two of you haven't finished your meal yet."

Before they finished speaking, the two of them had swallowed the fish soup in one gulp, put down the bowl, and started sticking out their tongues.

"It's hot, it's hot."

Shouting hot, he dropped the meal money, got up and pulled Jiang Yuan out.

"You're right, you have to go quickly, otherwise those princes and nobles will come to the door first, and we won't be able to see the immortal."

(End of this chapter)