Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 233 【Fame】

  Shen Jingwen jumped forward with everyone in the mountains, and said with a smile on his face:

"I still remember when I was a child, I didn't like to fall asleep quickly at night, and I always wanted to play for a while. At that time, the master would tell me various stories. Among them, the mountain **** was terrible. In the stories, he It's a green-faced, long-toothed seven-legged monster who likes to eat tender children."

"Later, when I grew up, my master was not on the mountain, and I lived alone. One time when I was doing activities in the mountains, I was lucky enough to meet the mountain god, and it turned out that he was an amiable white-haired old man. I didn’t even react, and then I realized the nonsense of the bedtime story.”

  So Fang Chang and Sang Ziping all laughed.

Mu Anning also said from the side: "The master and the senior brother and the second senior brother have also told me this story, but each person's story is slightly different. Sometimes he is three feet tall, sometimes he is five feet tall, and sometimes he is five feet tall. At that time, he was one foot and two feet tall but nine feet long and had thousands of legs. Sometimes he liked to pickle me with salt, sometimes he liked to slice me into pieces and roasted slowly over low heat, and sometimes he liked to knead me into a ball and eat it raw. So After thinking about it, I confirmed that those stories were all false when I was very young. But after learning more, I still don’t understand why everyone in the world likes to scare children with such scary stories, and they will have nightmares.”

  The three of them shook their heads, feeling that what Mu Anning said made sense.

  Sang Ziping smiled and said: "When you have an apprentice, if he is young and doesn't like to sleep, you can try to tell him some beautiful stories."

   While speaking, several people had already arrived in front of the mountain temple.

  This temple is not very big, barely able to accommodate one person. With Mu Anning's figure, it is easier to turn around.

In front is a small open space, on which there are still traces of sacrificial offerings. In the temple, there are incense ashes in the rough pottery bowls that have not been blown away by the wind. The crude technique and bright colors have drawn a horrible statue.

  Sang Ziping took the lead in standing still on the open space, and then said:

"The mountain **** of Nanping Mountain is a bit reclusive, and he is rarely seen on weekdays, so he should still be in his own mansion at this moment, and he will not lose his mind. Moreover, his jurisdiction is this Nanping Mountain, and he will not leave. It is within the range of Nanping Mountain. Within, with the authority of the mountain god, the communication will not consume much time."

  He looked around, found a broad leaf, carved a word on it with his nails, and then punched it with both hands.

  Sang Ziping held the broad leaf in his hand and said with a smile: "This is the method of handing out door stabs agreed upon by the mountain **** after a certain meeting. As long as the mountain **** is still in this mountain, he can receive it."

   After speaking, he threw the leaf into the gate of the mountain temple, and the broad leaf disappeared in midair.

  The four of them waited for a while, and then they heard hearty laughter, and then an old man with white beard and white hair, a long stick in gray clothes, and a small gourd tied to the end of the stick appeared at the gate of the temple. He saluted slightly to Sang Ziping, and after he finished returning the salute, he said, "I haven't seen friend Sang for a long time."

  Mu Anning stepped forward and offered a few spiritual herbs in his hand as a gift.

  The mountain **** took it casually, and was about to bring the people present into his cave when he suddenly spotted Fang Chang next to him.

His eyes narrowed: this standing there is very natural, just like the pines and cypresses that have been placed here for many years, it seems that he is closer to this mountain and river than himself, the mountain god, but the aura around him is agile, and there is endless detachment feel.

   After all, the possessor has a little authority endowed by heaven and earth, and the mountain **** has a more sensitive sense of things in this Nanping Mountain than others.

   Master!

   This is the first thought of the mountain god.

  He collected himself, turned around and saluted Fang Chang, and then asked, "Who is this new friend?"

   "The boss below is Mr. Sang's friend. He passed by Nanping Mountain because of something, so he came here to hang around for a few days." Fang Chang said.

  Sang Ziping next to him also nodded again and again. We just met in a hurry, and before he had time to introduce, the mountain **** had a lot of reaction to Mr. Fang, which made him look a little troubled.

  The mountain **** sighed: "So you are Fang Chang!"

   "?"

   Fang Chang was a little puzzled, did the mountain **** in front of him have heard that he was not successful?

  I only heard the mountain **** in front say: "Please come in quickly." After speaking, he waved his hand and brought several people into his cave.

When the mountain **** came out, the kettle on the stove was already boiling. He brought some tea leaves and served them to a few people. This Nanping Mountain God, whose surname is Tang and whose name is Lang, has been a mountain **** for hundreds of years."

"Although I can only move around in Nanping Mountain, I have some contacts with the surrounding land and river gods. Occasionally, I will stop and chat for a few days when I meet them at the border. I have also made a lot of friendship with the surrounding gods. This should be the normal state of the land of the mountain gods."

"Recently, among the mountain gods and lands, there has been a story about an expert named 'Fang Chang'. According to legend, he has a high level of cultivation, profound knowledge, and a wide range of activities. They have contacts. Now it seems that it should be Your Excellency?"

   Fang Chang said with a strange expression: "That should be me."

  He didn't expect that the fact that he visited the mountain gods and land city gods along the way would be shared with friends around him as a new thing, and the name has gained a lot of fame after going back and forth.

  But I don’t want to, these gods of mountains, land, rivers and city gods, gods established by heaven and earth, have limited scope of activities on weekdays, and can’t show themselves in front of ordinary people. Apart from their own duties, they don’t have much scope to communicate with the people around them. Except for the city **** who has his own subordinates, many mountain gods, land and river gods can only interact with nearby gods and occasional local practitioners.

  In this case, whenever there is something new, it will be used to share with people of the same kind. In this way, it is not surprising that many gods have a new friend named "Fang Chang" among them.

   It's not that Fang Chang can't understand this matter, but he didn't think about it before.

   As soon as he thought about it, he was relieved.

  After some conversation, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. When Fang Chang and Sang Ziping and their master and apprentice left, Tangshan God even packed a basket of persimmons and insisted on letting them take it with them. This oblate persimmon tastes very good, it is made from last year's frost persimmon, the meat is thick and sweet, soft and fragrant, everyone praised it, especially Mu Anning spoke highly of it.

   "Although the god's practice path looks good, it is too restricted and very uncomfortable." Sang Ziping sighed.

   "Yes... Each has its own difficulties and faces different obstacles." Shen Jingwen said.

  Fang Chang shook his head:

   "It's not so much that they are practicing, it's better to say that the gods are an indispensable part of the current world, and they can be regarded as an accessory of the cycle of reincarnation."

  (end of this chapter)