Next to Jinghu Village is Chenjiagou.
Qin Luo had nothing to do, so he came to Chenjiagou under the moonlight. It was a quiet night with a cool evening breeze.
The path on Black Mountain is wider than before, obviously swept, and the trees on both sides have been pruned.
Late at night, there was still candlelight in the newly built mountain temple. Qin Luo slowly walked into the mountain temple. He saw the statue of the god placed high up with dazzling gold foil on it.
Chen Chang'an walked out of the statue, bowed his hands, and the joy on his face was beyond words, "Immortal Master, I didn't expect you to visit late at night. I'm sorry for not being able to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me, Master Immortal."
Qin Luo waved his hand gently, "I stopped by to see if you are used to your current life?"
"I'm used to it now."
Chen Changan smiled and nodded, "I was a little uncomfortable at first. I didn't know what the mountain god should do. Fortunately, I had the guidance of the land master of Jinghu Lake next door."
"If you encounter immortal cultivators looking for trouble in the future, ask them to come to Longhu Temple to find me." Qin Luo asked Chen Changan to become the mountain god. If he encounters trouble, he will naturally take responsibility.
Chen Changan nodded heavily and thanked him, "Thank you, Master Immortal. Lord Jinghu Land reminded me that I will keep a low profile and not cause trouble to Master Immortal."
Qin Luo smiled slightly, "I'm the same age as you, just treat me as a friend, you're welcome."
"Brother Qin."
"Chang'an."
Qin Luo patted Chen Changan on the shoulder.
Ordinary creatures can't see Chen Changan at all, let alone touch him, but Qin Luo can pat him on the shoulder.
"Hahaha."
Chen Changan and Qin Luo looked at each other and smiled.
Chen Changan said enthusiastically: "Brother Qin, I have some wine from the villagers. Why don't you sit down and have a drink?"
"OK."
Qin Luo smiled and nodded.
You should drink when you are happy.
Chen Changan reached for the wine jar on the tribute platform. As soon as he opened the lid, the aroma of wine hit his face. He filled two glasses of wine and said respectfully: "Brother Qin, let me toast you first."
Qin Luo picked up the wine glass.
Drink it all in one gulp.
"Brother Qin, the senior in Jinghu Lake told me that there is a spiritual vein under the Black Mountain, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is rich. You can practice here in the future, and you should get twice the result with half the effort."
This is Montenegro’s secret.
Chen Changan did not hide anything from Qin Luo.
Qin Luo concentrated, his eyes glowed with golden light, and the world in front of him became transparent. Deep under the Black Mountain, there was a golden river, which was an extremely rare spiritual vein.
This kind of place is prone to the birth of mountain spirits and ghosts.
No wonder the black rat spirit has become so popular.
"It's a good place to practice."
Qin Luo has no intention of cultivating here. His master once told him that there is no dispute between the great ways. The real immortal cultivator is to realize the Tao and live forever, rather than to plunder the resources of heaven and earth.
He eats the clouds and drinks the dew, taking it in moderation.
"Chang'an, the aura of heaven and earth here is rich. You must practice well and accumulate more merits. From now on, the land you will govern is not only Black Mountain, but most likely the entire Ziyun Mountains, and even the vast land where the Yamashita Dynasty is located."
"Remember Brother Qin's teachings."
"Come, drink."
Qin Luo picked up the wine glass again.
Chen Changan immediately picked up his wine glass and responded.
Qin Luo traveled to Tianxuan Continent and had few friends. Now he has friends to chat with, and he is very happy.
After three rounds of wine, the night was getting dark.
Qin Luo stood up and said goodbye to Chen Changan.
"Chang'an, I'll come see you for a drink in the future."
"Brother Qin, walk slowly."
Chen Changan respectfully sent Qin Luo off.
Qin Luo walked towards the depths of the Ziyun Mountains. He had heard the stories in the mountains before and wanted to see them with his own eyes.
…
Jinyang City.
The streets are bustling with people.
Chen Changshou followed the caravan into the city. He went to Jinyang City mainly to purchase goods. Incense and candles were very popular before the Red Moon Festival. Secondly, he wanted to know how much Qin Luo's house-holding talisman was worth.
Treasure Pavilion.
The most famous trading place in Jinyang City.
There are three floors in the Zhenbao Pavilion. There are many counters responsible for appraising treasures on the first floor. They are all experts in appraising treasures. Chen Changshou found a free seat. He took out the house-holding talisman from his arms and handed it to the old man behind the counter. "This It's a house-holding talisman that I got by chance, can you help me control my eyes?"
The white-browed old man sat leisurely behind the counter. He reached out to take the house-holding talisman, touched the talisman paper, and smiled scornfully, "This talisman paper is very new. It must have been painted just two days ago."
Chen Changshou nodded and answered truthfully: "Yes, this is the house-holding talisman that I recently received. It came from the immortal master of Longhu Temple. I wonder how much this talisman is worth?"
The old man with white eyebrows was originally very disdainful, but when he saw the lines on the talisman paper, he frowned slightly. He had seen many talisman papers, but none of them gave him such a strong shock.
Thinking about it for a long time.
The white-browed old man couldn't make up his mind.
"Old sir, please follow me upstairs."
The old man with white eyebrows stood up. He personally took Chen Changshou to the second floor of Zhenbao Pavilion. He gently knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Mr. Wu, there is a talisman that you need to take a look at."
"come in."
In the room, the old man in white robes sat cross-legged on the platform. Wu Qingliu had white hair and looked quite healthy.
The old man with white eyebrows brought Chen Changshou to the room, and he handed the house-holding talisman to Wu Qingliu.
Wu Qingliu stared at the talisman paper in his hand.
Chen Changshou was a little nervous.
He wanted to know the value of the house charm.
Wu Qingliu's eyes widened and he suppressed his excitement, "The spiritual power is overflowing. It seems that he is a master of talismans."
Chen Changshou was overjoyed when he heard this and asked quickly: "Senior Wu, may I ask how much this house-destroying talisman is worth."
Wu Qingliu suppressed his smile. He thought for a moment and chuckled: "Jianbao Pavilion is willing to pay 500 taels for the talisman paper."
"Five hundred taels?"
Not to mention how happy Chen Changshou was, but he was a businessman and was not carried away by the excitement. He tried and said: "Mr. Wu, this house-destroying talisman should be more than five hundred taels."
The white-browed old man reminded from the side, "Mr. Wu, we, Mr. Wu, are immortal cultivators and will never trick you."
Knowing that the old man in front of him was an immortal cultivator, Chen Changshou quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Master Immortal, but I've thought too much."
Wu Qingliu shook his head, "Although this house-holding talisman is good, it won't be worth a penny if it can't be sold. We, Zhenbao Pavilion, also have to bear the risk. The maximum we can offer is eight hundred taels."
"Eight hundred taels is eight hundred taels."
Chen Changshou almost smiled crookedly. He didn't expect that the talisman Qin Luo drew casually was so valuable. He used to doubt the immortal cultivators of Longhu Temple. Now it's ridiculous to think about it.
The old man with white eyebrows handed Chen Changshou an eight hundred tael silver note. Wu Qingliu stood up and said, "Old sir, can you tell me which immortal master this talisman paper is from?"
"Qin Luo of Dragon and Tiger Temple."
"Dragon and Tiger Temple?"
"Qin Luo?"
Neither Wu Qingliu nor the old man with white eyebrows had heard of it.
"Where is the Dragon and Tiger Temple?"
"At Luoxia Peak next to Baiyun Town, the master of Longhu Temple is named Zhang Fulong. He is Qin Luo's master."
"Thank you, old sir."
After sending Chen Changshou away, Wu Qingliu stared at the house-destroying talisman. The more he looked at it, the more complicated it became. "Old Xu, give me the five-hundred-year-old fire Ganoderma lucidum. I'm going to visit the Dragon and Tiger Temple now."
The white-browed old man's eyes widened, "Mr. Wu, that elixir is what you used to build the foundation."
Wu Qingliu didn't pay attention, his eyes were firm, "I am a casual cultivator. I have been practicing for decades and have not been able to build a foundation. If I can get advice from an expert, it will be far more valuable than this elixir."
The white-browed old man brought out the Fire Ganoderma in a sandalwood box, and he could feel the warmth through the box.
Wu Qingliu picked up the sandalwood box and left in a hurry. He walked as fast as flying and disappeared from the city in the blink of an eye.
…
Luoxia Peak, Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Wu Qingliu came to the Taoist temple. The plaque with the words "Dragon and Tiger Temple" was a little worn. He walked up to the Taoist temple with excitement and knocked on the door. After a long time, there was still no response from the Taoist temple.
"The immortal master is not in the Taoist temple? Or am I not sincere enough?" Wu Qingliu wandered in front of the Taoist temple.
Deep in the Taoist temple.
There was a purr in the room.
Zhang Fulong had just eaten and was sleeping soundly. He didn't hear Wu Qingliu's knock on the door at all.
…
Deep in the Ziyun Mountains.
The mountains are full of tall trees.
There were overgrown weeds all around, and there was no road here originally, but after Qin Luo walked through, a wide road appeared in the mountains. He kept his feet on the ground and overcame thorns and thorns all the way.
"Why is it so quiet here?"
Qin Luo was a little confused.
In the past, Master said that monsters and beasts were rampant in the depths of the mountain range, but now when we came to the depths of the Ziyun Mountains, we only saw small animals on the road, and no trace of monster activity.
Purple clouds float on the mountains in the distance and persist for years. This is why the Ziyun Mountains get their name.
Two years ago, when Qin Luo first started practicing, purple clouds enveloped the entire mountain range. During that time, he also saw cultivators riding swords and riding the wind to the depths of the mountains.
"There should be good things deep in the mountains."
Qin Luo continued to move forward, wanting to find out what was going on. If he sensed danger, he would leave here immediately.
He walked into a peach forest.
The trees are covered with big bright red peaches.
There is a larger and older peach tree in the backyard of Longhu Temple, but that peach tree only blooms but does not bear fruit.
Qin Luo reached out and picked a big, red peach from the tree. He wiped it with his hands and put it in his mouth to taste, "This peach is quite sweet. I can take some back."
Oh oh oh—
The cries of apes resounded in the mountains and forests.
Qin Luo looked up, and he found many apes standing on the trees in the distance, watching. These apes had brown hair, were strong, and had wary eyes.
A tall ape looked up to the sky and roared. The surrounding apes fled after hearing it. The tall ape looked at Qin Luo from a distance, the fear in his eyes was beyond words.
The tall ape turned and disappeared into the woods.
Qin Luo could understand the conversation of the apes, and the tall ape just ordered other apes to stay away from this place.
"Am I scary?"
Qin Luo smiled mockingly to himself. He continued to walk forward, but saw a deep ravine in the mountain.
The criss-crossing ravines are not naturally formed. Qin Luo is certain that they were destroyed by strong men.
Qin Luo jumped lightly. He crossed the ravine and stopped just after walking a short distance. In front of the valley, lying with white bones like jade, his skull was broken.
"The jade bone seems to be a cultivator of immortality."
Qin Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, even the immortal cultivators fell here, there must be powerful guys in the mountains.
