Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 3 Zombie female corpse standing in Yizhuang, an ancient temple

Da da-

 The rapid sound of horse hooves.

Breaking the silence in the mountains and forests, it also awakens countless birds, insects and beasts.

 Start from Changsheng Mountain all the way to the west.

 It takes about a day and a half to reach Pingshan.

 In the past three days, Chen Yulou, apart from his routine meditation practice, spent most of his time sorting out the plot.

 As a traveler.

Although he had foresight.

 But Pingshan is different from other places after all.

As a place for royal alchemy in the past dynasties, warlocks have been coming and going here since the pre-Qin Dynasty.

 In the Song Dynasty.

 The status of Pingshan is even more transcendent.

 Taoist temples have deep palaces, pavilions and treasure halls, and are lit by eternal candles, as misty as a fairy cave.

Countless treasures from heaven and earth are being transported to Pingshan Mountain for free.

I just want to be able to refine an elixir of immortality.

pity.

 In the Yuan Dynasty.

 This treasured place for alchemy was destroyed in one fell swoop.

 It became a general’s tomb.

Over the course of thousands of years, Pingshan has hidden traps and hidden traps. Coupled with the erysipelas that have seeped into the ground for thousands of years, countless poisonous insects have been cultivated.

 The surge of earthly energy turns into miasma.

It can be said to be full of dangers.

 Be careful and you never go wrong.

 Chen Yulou naturally did not dare to look down upon him.

 The day passed quietly.

 In the blink of an eye.

 It will be dark.

 The clouds filled the sky, dyeing the whole world a fiery red.

“Shopkeeper, please find out. There are two Miao villages in the mountains ahead. They are called Nanzhai and Beizhai. Yi and Han people live together. They are not as exclusive as the old Miao people. Otherwise..."

Huamaguai took two boys and left and came back.

 They serve as trailblazers.

This journey has been through thorns and thorns, over mountains and rivers.

At this moment, sitting on the horse, Huamaguai clasped his hands in his fists, his eyes full of expectation.

 Chen Yulou understood it at a glance.

 This guy clearly wants to go to the Miao village to spend the night.

 At the end of the day, except for occasional breaks, there is almost no stopping.

 Even if the person can hold it.

Horses can’t stand it either.

 Find a village to live in, and still have warm food to eat.

 “The village will not be entered.”

“It is the rule of the mountain people not to let outsiders stay overnight. If you go there, it will be in vain.”

 Chen Yulou shook his head.

Looking at the mountains.

 Now they have crossed the Mengdong River and entered the boundary of Laoxiong Ridge.

There are many mountains, layer upon layer.

It’s really endless.

However, on the very far horizon, it seems that you can still vaguely see a high mountain that touches the sky and touches the ground, shaped like an ancient bottle hanging upside down.

ˆ It should be the destination of their trip.

“There should be a yizhuang over there, right?”

 Hand out his hand, he pointed in the direction of Pingshan.

　　…Yes, from the shopkeeper.”

 “Then rush to Yizhuang and spend the night.”

 Since the shopkeeper has spoken.

Of course no one objects.

Immediately, the group of people continued on their way, running all the way in the dim light of the sky.

 As the setting sun sets.

　　The moment when the light of day fades and darkness falls.

 They finally arrived at Yizhuang.

 The mountains on both sides are undulating, forming a long and narrow valley.

Yizhuang was built in it.

 Looking from a distance.

Zhuangzi is in dilapidated condition, with broken walls and ruins, and half of the top of the main hall's roof has collapsed.

However, the form of a mountain temple can still be vaguely seen.

 “Knapper, go call the door.”

Chen Yulou pulled the reins and let out a sigh, and the white horse under him stopped instantly.

 His horse actually has a lot of background.

　　Coming from Yanglongkeng in southern Guizhou, he was named Longju because he was as fierce as a fire dragon.

 Go forward a few decades.

That is exclusively for the emperor.

 Transportation is inconvenient these days, and travel depends on carriages, horses and ships.

Not to mention the Laoxiong Ridge in the Miao border area, which is inherently mountainous and rugged and difficult to navigate.

Since ancient times, apart from those traveling merchants, there have been almost no human presence.

 At least you don’t have to walk.

 Otherwise our legs would be broken in this endless deep mountain forest.

 “Yes, from the shopkeeper.”

  Huama turned over and dismounted. They, the robbers, are eating the food of the dead.

 In the past, we went out to fight for gold.

What kind of place have you never slept?

 Mass graves, dead coffins, bamboo mats on which corpses are wrapped.

 The sky is the bed for the earth.

With your eyes closed, you can control his gods and ghosts.

But looking at that righteous village now, under the cold moon and cold stars, a group of **** bats were flying in the air, and the wooden door with its paint peeling off suddenly made a creaking sound when it was blown by the mountain wind.

Huamaguai felt a little frightened for no reason.

 But the shopkeeper and the Xiling brothers were watching from behind.

He could only brace himself, gritted his teeth, quickly walked through the stone steps, walked to the door, grabbed the door knocker and knocked hard several times.

　　　哐丁吐动.

　　Bumped several times in a row.

 There was still silence in Yizhuang.

 No response.

Huamaguai couldn't help but feel a little strange.

 Some time ago, when he brought his brothers to explore the road, he clearly asked the mountain people clearly.

There lived a second aunt named Mouse in Yi Zhuang.

 At this point, you shouldn’t just fall asleep.

After thinking about it, Huama Guai pushed the door hard, and with a creaking sound, he pushed the wooden door open.

　　Looking inside.

The remaining lamp on the table was like a bean, and it was almost extinguished when the wind outside the door blew it.

However, with the help of the weak candlelight, Huamaguai could still clearly see the situation inside the temple.

I saw a small place with seven or eight coffins lying in various directions.

 There was an indescribable strange smell in the house, and it was gloomy.

Huamaguai’s ancestor was a widower.

 Spend more time dealing with the dead than with the living.

Seeing the coffin now, he felt much calmer.

 Turn around and walk to the door.

  shouted at a group of people.

“Shopkeeper, it’s okay.”

 A smile appeared on his face.

 But at this moment, Chen Yulou, who was on horseback, had a look of concentration in his eyes.

This Yizhuang is not a peaceful place.

 An ancient raccoon monument, one old and one young, the two wild raccoons are not far from here.

 Through lewd offerings and evil sacrifices.

 Hundred years.

 I don’t know how many passing traders were killed.

 The reason why Chen Yulou insisted on coming to Yizhuang.

It’s for them.

The mountain spirits and wild monsters that have been around for hundreds of years may have condensed the demon elixir.

That is a good thing for making alchemy.

 It can be met but not sought.

 How could Chen Yulou miss it?

 “Enter the village.”

 Thinking of this, Chen Yulou's expression returned to calm.

 Just dismount and hand the reins to a man behind you.

 Then he took Kunlun and Miss Hong and walked to the Yi Village.

Wait until you cross the gate.

Huamaguai is burning incense.

 He was born among the poor and was superstitious. He always worshiped mountains and rivers when he crossed them.

 There was only a broken lamp on the altar table.

There is also a dusty memorial tablet.

You can still vaguely see the words Bai and Lao.

Chen Yulou knew very well that this ancient temple was originally used by the Miao people in the mountains to worship the old raccoon spirit in the ancient raccoon stele.

 No more than that.

 Hundreds of years have passed.

 The ancient temple collapsed and the incense was cut off.

Since the dead merchants had no place to bury them, this mountain temple was converted into a righteous village.

 There is no need for Chen Yulou to give orders.

 A group of Xiling bandits had quickly cleaned up the inside and outside of the temple.

 He took out the wind lantern and hung it up.

Yizhuang, which was originally dark and gloomy, suddenly became as clear as day.

 In the atrium and separate courtyard.

A fire was also lit.

Huamaguai took a few people around and found that most of the side rooms in the backyard had collapsed, leaving only one room that was barely habitable.

He held a candle and pushed the door open with excitement on his face.

only…

 Just after entering the door.

A female corpse, pale as paper, ugly in appearance, and with features as compact as a mouse, came up to her.

 The wind is howling, and the air of death is rising to the sky.

 The smile on Huamaguai's face suddenly froze.

 Caught off guard.

The whole person was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.

“Shopkeeper, come quickly, his grandma’s mouse has become a spirit.”

 (End of this chapter)