Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 246 [Sword Immortal Temple at the Foot of Ant Mountain]

  Because the merchant's words revealed a lot of news, Fang Chang planned to go there to check the recent situation of the monsters here. After all, the disappearing villages and towns may be caused by the enemy, and in his spiritual perception, he suddenly felt that this matter was related to him, so he naturally became more interested.

The merchant in front of him finished eating the fruit in three mouthfuls, threw the fruit core into the bonfire, patted his fingers and pointed to the official road above, and said to the people in front of him: "That town is called Liangchi Town, which is not far from the front along the official road, but It’s not on the official road. After crossing the bridge, you have to go west to the official road and walk in the direction of Ant Mountain, and you can find it near the foot of the mountain.”

  The passers-by except for Fang Chang and Sang Ziping smiled at each other: "We still have work to do, how can we have time to look at this kind of thing, it takes a lot of time and money."

   Fang Chang and Sang Ziping looked at each other, and slightly bowed their hands to the merchant to express their gratitude.

   Then nothing happened overnight.

There are no beasts, no bandits, and no monsters coming. In this depression, there are only the crackling sound of campfires, and the sound of the wind rolling over the thick ground above. Occasionally, some people snore and grind their teeth, but it is these passers-by who are sleeping deeply. up.

After a lot of exhaustion from the bumpy road, as the sleep disappeared, people woke up the next morning, and they were full of energy. Here, they washed a little with the water provided by the villagers, warmed up some meals, and then filled the portable containers with boiled water. They went on the road in twos and threes again.

  Fang Chang and Sang Ziping did not go with yesterday's companions. The two of them did not have breakfast here. They climbed up the steep **** early in the morning and walked along the official road extending northwest. The rising sun happened to shine from behind at a very low angle, casting their long shadows on the road ahead.

  The sound of the surging river became clearer and clearer, and the stones at the bridge head in front of us became closer and bigger.

  After getting closer, the scene is even more spectacular. The water is rolling down, very muddy, and there are earth-shattering sounds at the two corners above and below the bridge deck. However, the water surface under the bridge deck is stable enough, but the flow rate is not low, and there is no danger of silting.

  Sang Ziping stopped in the middle of the bridge, held on to the railing with Fang Chang, looked at the river in the distance, followed the terrain, and made a big bend and said:

"The terrain here is thick, but it's all loess. The rivers flowing through here often become muddy due to erosion of the river banks. Fortunately, this river is only a short section in Guanzhong, and there are several rivers converging behind it. In, so the downstream will still be clear."

  He told Fang Chang that the big river under the bridge turned southeast in the distance, then passed through a thin mountain range, turned east and entered the sea. Fang Chang knew that this was the "many-named" river that he used to sail on when he returned to Yunzhong Mountain from Yushu.

  He patted the railing for fear, and smiled at Sang Ziping: "This long bridge is as stable as a rock in the torrent, and I don't know how it was built in the first place."

Several thick piers protrude into the river, and there is a boat-shaped base underneath. This kind of structure is really a super project for this era. I really don’t know how people built such a solid bridge in the turbulent river. long bridge.

  Sang Ziping shook his head and said: "It's hard to verify. I think there should be related legends left nearby, but there must be a gap with what happened back then—you can go to the local chronicles to find it."

Fang Chang didn't have much reaction to this, he replied calmly: "I'm just asking casually, there's no need to get to the bottom of it, it's good luck if you know it, don't be sad if you don't know it. It's actually like practicing, When the fate comes, you will know it, but if you don’t have the fate, even if you search all over the world, you can’t find any news.”

   "Mr. Fang is right." Sang Ziping nodded.

   Then they turned around together and continued to walk northwest, leaving the rolling river behind.

  The two had a tacit understanding and knew where to go. At a fork in the road, they got off the official road, followed the path westward, and went straight to the foot of Ant Mountain.

In the world on both sides of the road, staple foods such as millet and wheat still account for the majority. According to the sowing time, soil fertility, and subtle differences in seeds, they show different growth states, some are still dark green, and some have turned yellow. Swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

Fang Chang and Sang Ziping got up early enough, but at this time there were still farmers who had already finished their work in the field by taking advantage of the morning light, and were ready to go home with their hoes on their shoulders. In the villages far and near, scattered smoke rose .

  Because they didn't know the way, they randomly found a villager carrying a hoe, stopped them and asked politely, "How can I get to Liangchi Town?"

  The other party was dressed in a brown suit, with red skin on his face and neckline. It was obvious that he had been doing physical labor all year round. Hearing their questioning, he looked them up and down. Fortunately, Fang Chang's temperament is enough to make people feel close, so the suspicion in the farmer's eyes was erased, leaving a simple and enthusiastic side:

"Two Chi Town, are the two of you visiting relatives or traveling? There are quite a few people who went to Liang Chi Town to see the Sword Immortal Temple recently. It's a smooth ride from here. Fortunately, the two of you didn't go down the official road at the next intersection. Otherwise, the road is not familiar, and it is easy to run along the path to the mountains."

"Go along that road, pass through at least three villages, and see a small temple with blue bricks and blue tiles. This is the town of Liangchi you two are going to. Besieged by monsters, I was lucky enough to be rescued by an immortal. If it were me, I would be willing to spend my entire family and property to build a temple for an immortal—even if I am like an immortal, I would be able to accept the Sichuan accent."

  The simple farmer's words made Sang Ziping a little confused. He asked, "Why do you want to change your local accent?"

The farmer put down his hoe, crossed his hands and leaned on it, laughing: "The people in Liangchi Town only know that they were saved by the sword fairy, but they didn't even see the face of the fairy, let alone talk about the other party's background. In desperation, I can only guess that this place is close to the land of Shu, and in the legends of the land of Shu there are sword immortals, so this is the name given to the small temple."

  Farewell to the farmer, following the direction of the other party, Fang Chang and Sang Ziping quickly found Liangchi Town.

  The small temple outside the town is very grand. Of course, this is only compared to the buildings in the town. It is still just a "small temple".

  ” Temple.

   After all, after the fire in the town, many families hadn’t built their thatched huts yet, and they couldn’t let the people sleep in the wild. After all, temples were built for living people.

   Although the traffic in Liangchi Town is inconvenient, compared to the surrounding villages and towns, it is an out-and-out prosperous place. So in that accident, quite a few people in the surrounding villages were also killed. Fortunately, it has been a long time, and there are no traces of onyx. However, due to time constraints, the front of the small temple was still a little deserted.

  Turning to the main entrance and looking up, you can see a plaque with the words "Sword Immortal Temple" hanging on the main entrance. There is no font, but it is horizontal and vertical like a book, and it seems that it is not from the hands of some low-level scholars.

  (end of this chapter)