My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 393 The man of destiny is in the west (14 monthly tickets plus updates)

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At 3:00 pm, there was a faint thunder in the sky. Su Chen raised his face. In the blue sky, mountains stood tall. A mountain with clouds curling up stood among the three mountains.

The mountains are steep, the forests are lush, and occasionally there are birds flying through the clouds.

"This is rare in the northwest mountains."

Standing outside the forest, Su Chen looked at Fuyun Mountain in the mountains ahead. The clouds and mist were curling up, and the birds were fluttering in the forest. "Gods really know how to pick places."

Following him out of the forest and to one side were generals such as Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Zhao Yun. And asking An Lushan to follow him was purely because he was familiar with the mountain roads in the northwest and would not lose his way.

"Is there really a god?" An Lushan was fat but quick on his feet. He walked in front, looking for the uneven rocks to step on.

Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, and Zhao Yun flicked their robes, held their weapons in their hands, and moved vertically and horizontally, stepping on protruding rocks and broken trees everywhere, and quickly descended to the foot of the mountain. When Su Chen, Dian Wei, and Xu Chu also came down, they walked along the road again. Continue walking along a man-made path at the foot of the mountain.

While walking, Xiang Yu frowned and looked at the dense forest around him, "Your Majesty, do you really think there is anyone who is a master?"

"Great sages and good teachers can draw thunder and drive away thunder. In this world, old gods are often talked about. Is it true?" Xiang Yu came late and had never seen the scene of Zhang Jiao drawing thunder. If he had seen it, , will definitely be shocked.

"...Hmph, I can't say that he is just like the old Taoist priest before, he is also a pretender." Lu Bu snorted and picked up the halberd in his hand, casually poking at the lush weeds on the roadside.

Among the rolling mountains, the sounds of people's footsteps and chatter echoed. Su Chen and others meandered along the mountain road to the west. When it was almost noon, they passed two more mountains. It was like an outing. Everyone looked for a random place. Here, eat dry food and rest.

The general instinctively looked at the surrounding terrain, looking for cover and ambush. As for the old gods in Fuyun Mountain, most of them heard about it and didn't think it was magical.

"In addition to the beautiful scenery, Fuyun Mountain really doesn't have any fairy spirit."

Xu Chu looked at the forest branches hanging in mid-air on the steep mountain wall, and looked back. As he followed Su Chen forward, the nails on his body made a soft sound. Under his thick beard, his lips grinned and said:

"Lao Dian, if there is an ambush for us here, and we don't have any troops, we may not be able to tell everything here."

"How many people can be hidden in this kind of terrain?" Dian Wei was not ignorant. He glanced around: "Besides, there is Pei Min from the Embroidery Department leading his people to hide in the dark and want to ambush, so that's not the case. You have to get through him first.”

The nearby generals such as Lu Bu and Zhao Yun also turned their faces and looked at Dian Wei with some surprise. Usually, Dian Wei gave them the impression that he was a guard general who never left the emperor and rarely talked about marching and fighting.

"Look at what I do. I listen to you talking about the military situation every day. I'm pretty sure I'm not stupid."

"Like Li Xuanba?"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone’s laughter immediately echoed in the mountains.

Afterwards, Su Chen, who was sitting behind Xiang Yu and Lu Bu, listened to these famous Chinese generals talking and joking, with a smile on his face. Being able to get along like this, even if the world is not unified, is quite comfortable.

After resting for a while, everyone set off again. In less than half an hour, they stood at the foot of Fuyun Mountain. There were straight stone steps on both sides with green pines and ancient cypresses swaying in the mountain wind. Su Chen stepped forward and stepped on the steps. Fallen leaves move forward one by one.

The stone steps looked old and were covered with thick moss. Some of them were cracked and a handful of weeds had grown out.

“Living in a place like this, it’s probably not easy to go out on weekdays!”

An Lushan wiped the sweat from his face and followed behind, looking around. Just as he was muttering, the green pines and ancient cypresses on both sides of the straight stone steps suddenly began to sway.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The woods on both sides were swaying violently, the treetops and green fields were rustling, and frightened birds flew out in groups, hovering darkly above their heads.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Lu Bu raised his arm slightly, holding the Fangtian Painted Halberd hanging diagonally on the ground. As he looked up warily, a figure gradually appeared at the end.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

At the end of the stone steps, the figure that appeared was a little boy wearing a shabby robe, about six or seven years old, with two small knots on his head. He looked at the group of burly men coming up below and shouted loudly.

Lu Bu and Xiang Yu looked at each other, but they didn't expect a boy to come out to stop them, so they couldn't help but grin.

"My Majesty, I'm here to see Zhang Jiao, the national master, and take a look at the old immortal in Fuyun Mountain."

"My master is not at home..."

"Not there? He burned down his house. If you don't believe it, he won't come back!" An Lushan pretended to take out the torch, and by the way, he also took out the torch from his backpack and lit it in front of the little boy's sight.

This action frightened the little Taoist boy so much that his face turned pale and he was at a loss.

"Master is really not here... You can't order a house. Master will have no place to live when he comes back."

"He scared you."

Su Chen walked up the stone steps with a smile. It is impossible for a group of big men to really care about a little Taoist boy, "My name is Su Chen, the Emperor of the Xia Kingdom. I, Zhang Jiao, the national master of the Xia Kingdom, have been here to go to the west with your master?" "

Upon hearing this, the little Taoist boy looked at Su Chen in front of him again.

Then, he nodded repeatedly: "So you are the emperor that Master said. Master did travel to the West with that comrade. Master also said..."

As he said this, the little man glanced at Xiang Yu, Lu Bu and others, pulled the hem of Su Chen's robe, and motioned for him to bend down.

"This kid is still smart." Dian Wei laughed and took half a step back with Xu Chu.

Su Chen also smiled and knelt down, allowing the little man to get close. He whispered in Su Chen's ear: "Master's good friend is the Imperial Master you mentioned. He left a note for you, and it's in the hut. , you come with me.”

After saying that, he snorted at Lu Bu and the others, turned around and led the way with his arms crossed, leading Su Chen and the others to a small fenced courtyard, which was completely different from the Taoist temple in their imagination.

But it makes sense to think about it. How could a Taoist temple be built in the barren mountains and ridges?

The fenced courtyard was covered with evergreens, and several unknown birds were landing on it and jumping around, chirping happily, and staring at Su Chen and his group as they entered the courtyard without fear of danger.

The hut is not big, with three rooms in total. It has rammed earth walls, layers of thatch above, and is covered with dead leaves. However, the furnishings inside are clean and tidy, including a dark brown table and several bookshelves. There were books, and a few bamboo slips could be seen below. This was the first time Su Chen came to this world, otherwise he would have thought that paper had existed in this world from the beginning.

The little Taoist boy entered the back room and came out within a moment. There was a piece of paper in his little hand, with seven or eight vertical characters densely written on it. He raised his little face and handed it over, and said crisply: "Here."

Su Chen had seen Zhang Jiao's calligraphy, and he could tell at a glance that it was written by him, and it should not be fake.

"My minister, Zhang Jiao, left a letter to put your majesty at ease. I have been here to meet my fellow Taoist friends in Dongshan for two years. I often deduce the numbers of heaven's movements with him. When I learned something, I had to go to the west. It was all because of heaven. Yan Da Gua, the hexagram shows that the person with destiny is in the west..."

(End of this chapter)