Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 415 [Wind Pan Mountain]

  According to what the villagers said before, Fang Chang walked east along the frozen river.

  When he got excited, he took a few run-up steps, stood on the frozen river, and then slid forward quickly—like a child.

  After walking about two miles, Fang Chang saw the small temple that people in Mushroom Village said.

  Its walls are made of stone, and the roof is directly made of wood, and a mixture of mud and straw is pasted on it to prevent rain. I don't know when it was last repaired, but it shouldn't be too long, because this kind of roof needs to be replenished every year so that it won't be washed away by rain.

  The small temple has a simple door made of rattan, which has been broken a lot.

  The inside was really dilapidated, thick dust covered almost every place, and it could be seen that there was a thick layer of mud on the walls, even the dust could not cover the cracks above. There are no windows in the small temple, and it is estimated that only the sun at noon in winter can shine in from the main entrance.

  The idol is just a simple clay sculpture, the shape can barely see the eyebrows and eyes, and the original paint is so dim that it is difficult to distinguish. The table in front of the statue was quite solid, with a rough porcelain bowl on it serving as an incense burner, and the incense ash inside was only a shallow layer, mixed with dust.

  Beside the porcelain bowl, there are two wooden saucers, one is empty, and the other contains a few dried up berries.

   In short, the picture is very sad.

  Fang Chang turned his head and looked around, trying to distinguish the attributes of this small temple.

  He shook his head, went out and broke a few branches, tied them into a broom, went into the small temple and gently swept the dust inside, and then waved his hand, a small wind rolled up on the ground, and all the dust was blown out. The small temple that hadn't seen the sun for a long time was finally clean.

  A wooden sign was left on the corner, Fang Chang picked it up, and gently brushed the dust off it.

   There are six big characters written in ink: Fengpanshan Mountain Temple.

   Huh, Mountain Temple?

  At first, he was thinking that this is the land of this place, or where the river **** of this river is, but he didn't expect it to be the mountain god. He looked around, except for the forest, there was fertile fields, even if the land had ups and downs, it could barely be regarded as hills, where were there mountains?

  Fang Chang was a little puzzled, but it was confirmed that this place was indeed the Dojo of the God of Fortune.

  Since you are curious, just ask the mountain **** here.

  He knocked on the invisible door, and the mountain **** Fengpanshan in the temple, received the shock of this small dose of restraining spirit, immediately woke up, and then appeared to meet him.

   "Cough, cough, I didn't know that the gods were coming, so please forgive me."

The God of Fengpanshan got out of his mansion and stood in this small temple. He was very old and weak, with deep wrinkles on his face and shabby clothes. He didn't even have a shoe on his right foot, only a piece of wood tied with rattan on feet.

   This mountain **** looks very thin, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

  Fang Chang has been to many places in the world, and this is the first time he has seen such a miserable god. He couldn't help being a little surprised, so he asked:

   "Why did you become like this?"

  The mountain **** said with a wry smile: "The land under its jurisdiction is small and no one pays attention to it, and almost no one worships it on weekdays. Over time, it has become like this, which makes the **** laugh."

  It turns out that the mountain **** of Fengpan Mountain has not been able to receive incense all year round, and cannot make ends meet. After all, in the final analysis, gods exist only by people's thoughts. If no one knows about them, they might disappear in this world from now on.

   Then, Fang Chang asked himself another doubt:

   "Excuse me, there are flat places around here, why is there such a mountain temple here? Where is your jurisdiction?"

  The mountain **** smiled wryly, and said:

   "Actually, I'm a little ashamed to say it, but since Shangxian asked, please follow me."

   After finishing speaking, the Mountain God of Fengpanshan leaned on the thick branch in his hand and walked towards the outside of the small temple. Seeing the mountain **** leading the way, Fang Chang also stepped up to follow.

  Going out of the temple gate and going around to the back, the mountain **** walked into a forest, pointed to a big snow-covered rock in the forest glade, and said to Fang Chang:

   "This is Fengpan Mountain, and it is also under my jurisdiction—it is really a mountain."

  Fang Chang stepped forward and examined it carefully.

  The stone in front of him is no larger than two people's circle, and no more than three feet high, but it looks very hard.

  However, it has been standing here for an unknown number of years. Where the stone is not covered by snow, it is weathered and mottled and rough, with ravines coiling around it.

   This stone is small at the top and big at the bottom, roughly conical.

  Fang Chang closed his eyes, followed the side of the stone with his spiritual sense, and probed into the ground.

  Through the thick ground, he carefully felt the edge of the stone below. As a result, the further down he went, the larger the area of ​​the stone seemed to be endless.

  Fang Chang probed thousands of feet down, but couldn't find the bottom of the rock. It can be seen that this big rock is really a mountain.

   It's just that it is exposed outside, only a very small spot in front of you.

  This Fengpan mountain may be a former high mountain that has gradually shrunk to such a small size due to sedimentation and subsidence; it may also be a new mountain that is slowly rising from the ground under the extrusion of the crust. But in either case, it can be confirmed that the mountain is real.

   But this also caused an embarrassing situation for the mountain **** next to him.

  His dominion is only this small, without any property, and no one can live on it. The poverty-stricken look of the Fengpan Mountain God in front of him has a lot to do with the small size of Fengpan Mountain under his jurisdiction.

  The mountain **** of Fengpan Mountain next to him stroked his beard with four branches, and the other party said:

"I have actually been here for a few hundred years. I don't know what happened earlier, but I heard the stories passed down by the people that this mountain appeared overnight. People at that time used local materials here. This mountain temple was built, but no one came to offer sacrifices.”

   The two chatted and walked back.

  The mountain **** of Fengpan Mountain felt a little embarrassed, and invited Fang Chang into his cave. Inside, the walls looked desolate, and the mountain **** couldn't come up with anything to entertain the guests.

  Fang Chang mentioned what he heard from the villagers before:

   "I heard that there are many monsters around here, often disturbing the surrounding people? I don't know if the situation is serious."

"Nothing." Fengpanshan Mountain God shook his head and said: "There are indeed many monsters in a radius of hundreds of miles, but none of them hurt anyone. Although I am in a state of distress, I am well informed and have never heard of this matter. Said It may be that the two sides met by chance, causing some people to be frightened."

  Hearing that there were no monsters around, Fang Chang stopped caring.

  After all, he still has to go north, and in the dark, he can feel that besides eliminating the goal of the Xuanwu training hall, he has a lot of opportunities waiting for him when he goes north this time.

   Thank you for your reward.

  (end of this chapter)