Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 11 Chen doesn’t dare to be a senior

"this…"

I heard what my senior brother said.

 The flower spirits and old foreigners on the side could not hide their astonishment.

In today's world, except for those Taoists who live in seclusion in the mountains and devote themselves to practice, there are very few people who know how to subjugate demons.

At least.

 They have been traveling around the world for so many years.

I have never seen such an expert before.

 “Hua Ling, map.”

 Ignore the two people's thoughts.

The partridge whistle stretched out its hand.

Hua Ling came back to her senses, immediately took off her backpack and pulled out a bamboo tube.

  The bamboo tube was obviously a bit old.

 The whole body shows a bluish-black color.

 After careful polishing and soaking in tung oil, it can burn continuously and be protected from rain, making it an excellent storage bag.

 I saw her little green-white hand patting the mouth of the tube.

 Time.

 The wooden plug wedged with the mouth of the barrel hangs down to one side.

Hua Ling took out an old, yellowed map with rough edges.

They are three brothers and a sister who travel outside all the time.

Most of the people traveling there are deep in the mountains and swamps, which are uninhabited. Without maps, it is almost difficult to move.

 Spread the map flat on the bamboo basket.

The partridge whistle came closer with a wind lantern.

A pair of eyes quickly scanned the place, and they quickly found their current location from the dense place names.

 “Laoxiong Ridge… Pingshan?”

 “Well, there is a restaurant in front.”

 Zan Guan is Yizhuang.

 The old foreigner was startled, "Senior brother, since you are a senior expert, you shouldn't go to those places, right?"

 “Yes or no, just go and take a look and you will know.”

Partridge Whistle pointed on the map.

 In the area around Laoxiong Ridge, the mountains stretch for thousands of miles.

 Except for Shibadong Village, almost all villages are deep in mountains and old forests.

 The nearest village is dozens of miles away.

Unless the senior found a bluestone on a cliff and meditated to sleep.

 Otherwise…

 The only place I can go to is Yizhuang.

It is already late at night, and the sky is filled with dark clouds, which is obviously a sign that the weather is about to change.

 This is why he decided to try his luck in Yizhuang.

 “Yes, senior brother.”

 Senior brother, now that you have made your decision.

 Hua Ling and the old foreigner will naturally not object.

 Put away the map and carry the bamboo basket on your back.

The two of them followed the partridge whistle, bypassed the ancient raccoon monument, and went straight to Yizhuang.

 In the vast darkness of night.

 The whole world was silent.

Only a wind lantern in his hand illuminated the dark night.

 Not long.

 The three of them arrived outside Yizhuang.

 Looking at the form, it seems to be an old temple of a mountain god.

 In the Miao territory, this kind of collection of pavilions is not uncommon.

These days there is a war, and many people have fled here to avoid the disaster. There are also traders traveling between the Miao border and western Hunan, exchanging salt for supplies from the Miao village, just to make ends meet.

but.

 Miao Xinjiang has a humid and hot climate.

Poisonous insects are everywhere, and miasma is shrouding the land.

　Countless people died of poisoning due to acclimatization.

 Different from the Miao people, the Han people pay attention to returning their souls to their homeland and resting in the soil.

 These charity villages are actually prepared for them.

 The bones are temporarily stored.

After the identity of the victim was verified, the victim’s family paid for the corpse to be transported back to his hometown from Miao territory.

These people are called corpse drivers or corpse carriers.

It is worth mentioning that.

Luo Laowai couldn't afford to eat when he was young.

 So I worked as a corpse carrier for a long time.

 “Brother, there is such a person.”

Hua Ling’s eyes widened, pointing to the candlelight deep in Yi Zhuang, and said with joy on her face.

Although the wisp of fire was flickering and dim, there was light, which at least meant that someone was moving.

 Partridge Whistle did not dare to have high expectations.

 A place like Yizhuang.

 There are corpse guards who live there all year round.

If it weren’t for that senior, wouldn’t the joy be in vain?

 “Old foreigner, go call...wait a minute.”

Partridge Whistle greeted, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned. Constriction of pupils.

 A face full of horror.

After following his senior brother for so long, this was the first time the old foreigner saw him lose his composure. He thought he was in danger and subconsciously grabbed the bow and arrow with his backhand, "Senior brother?"

 “Hush!”

Partridge Whistle made a silent gesture.

 Him at this moment.

Looking firmly at the depths of Yizhuang.

 My heart is like a big wave.

 Aura!

 That’s right.

Partridge Whistle is extremely sure that the white mist covering Yizhuang is undoubtedly the spiritual energy.

 The majestic aura was definitely something he had never seen before.

The Banshan sect, although they practice martial arts and use techniques, they pay attention to physical restraint.

 But the relationship with Daomen is actually very deep.

For example, the secret technique inherited from the moving mountain lineage is the art of dividing armor by moving mountains.

 In fact, it has transcended the scope of secular martial arts and can be called a method.

Partridge Shao has been in the mountains since he was a child and followed the previous generation of Taoist monks to practice Buddhism.

 Except Kuixing Kick Fighting, Light Shen Technique, Seven Star Fist, and Grappling Technique.

 The most important thing is to practice Qi.

The Zagrama clan has tried countless methods for thousands of years to break the curse on their people.

 In the end there were only two viable options left.

 One of them is Muchen Bead.

 Return the phoenix gall to the snake god.

 The second method is to practice Taoism.

 Use spiritual energy to wash away the curses on your body.

It is a pity that over thousands of years, countless tribesmen have come and succeeded us.

 From the distant ancestral land all the way east, the footprints traveled all over the country.

 To this day, there is still no progress.

 Partridge Whistle has been searching for Muchen Beads in these years.

 Actually, I am also trying to see if I can find a few experts outside the world and ask them for advice on how to practice.

"so…"

Partridge Whistle's heart moved.

Will this wish come true today?

Thinking of this, even he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

“Hua Ling, old foreigner, let’s go, follow me into the village!”

 Clenched one’s teeth.

The partridge whistle dare not delay.

 But as soon as he took a step, he stopped again and adjusted his clothes a little.

The journey was dusty and exhausting. It would be bad if I bumped into the senior and made him unhappy.

 Seeing my senior brother being silent for a long time.

 Suddenly proposed to enter the village, and unusually tidied up his appearance.

 The two of them were even more confused.

I wonder what kind of medicine he is selling in the jar?

“Let’s go, your senior brother, I’m not crazy, and I’m not evil. I’m going to the village to pay my respects to my senior master.”

　　Seems to be aware of the little thoughts of the two people.

 Partridge Whistle, who had always been unsmiling in front of his junior brothers and sisters, rarely laughed at himself.

"ah…"

Hua Ling couldn't help but blush as her thoughts were exposed.

 But she was lively by nature, so she immediately forgot about it and happily followed her senior brother.

 Although the old foreigner had no expression on his face.

 But the surprise in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

 Can senior brother be so solemn?

Those who camp in Yizhuang must be a high-ranking person.

Maybe there is a way to lift the curse for the tribe.

 The three of them stepped forward quickly.

 Soon we arrived at the gate.

The partridge whistle personally pulled the copper ring and knocked it hard several times.

 At the same time, he said respectfully.

　　"Moving the mountain partridge post, taking two juniors and sisters to pay homage to the seniors."

only…

The words just fell.

The closed door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Then, a handsome figure emerged from the dust, and a majestic figure broke into the line of sight, looking at the three of them with a smile.

His eyes immediately fell on the stunned face of Partridge Whistle.

 Shaked his head and joked.

 “Brother Dao, long time no see.”

　　"Why do you call me a senior? Chen doesn't dare to be called a senior."

 (End of this chapter)