Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"It's a pity that the pangolin monster ran away before it was all done."

The porter Xie Guang'an listened, lowered his head and sighed.

Regarding Lao Xie's reaction, villager Lin Erge laughed and said:

"According to Brother Haizi, the Immortal Fang made the pangolin swear a heavy oath that he would never do evil again, so he spared its life. Since you have made an oath, you must obey it, otherwise taking the oath is no joke. "

The scholar Zhou Qing next to him focused on something else. He frowned and asked Brother Lin in a strange tone:

"This is a real fairy, you just missed it?"

"Fang Xianchang is of course a true immortal. Immortals are immortals. What's wrong with immortals?" The villagers felt very strange about the scholar's expression.

For the simple mountain people, the fact that Fang Chang is a fairy has no additional meaning except that it will make people respect him more.

The scholar was choked and remained silent for a while.

The porter next to him sighed:

"Second brother Lin, your village is really lucky. Such a catastrophe has been solved by an immortal. This kind of incident, which happens in a million, does not know how lucky your village is."

The villagers nodded and said:

"Who says it's not? Everyone is praising us for our good fortune, but the person who should be most grateful is that Fang Xianchang."

Someone from the side asked, "Where does that immortal live?"

"It's just behind Yunzhong Mountain, living on the top of the precipitous and difficult-to-climb Xianqi cliff, where ordinary people can't go up at all. Only some people who have been running the mountain all the year round can get there."

"But no one can go up there. When I was a child, the old people in the village said that there are immortals up there. Don't disturb them, otherwise there will be disasters." Brother Lin replied.

For this matter, except for porters and scholars, it is regarded as a mountain village ghost story.

Xie Guang'an, the porter, is familiar with Second Brother Lin, and knows that he doesn't know how to make up stories, while the scholar deduces that the matter is true.

After expressing a few opinions on this matter, the porter smiled and said:

"The fairy trail is hard to find, but the mountain temple in the story can't be escaped. People like me who pass by Yunzhong Mountain all the year round will pass by Linxi Village next time. If they have free time, they can go to worship the mountain god and seek blessings when passing by. It might work.”

A few people around the fire nodded, and everyone would rather believe such rumors.

Looking at the sky, seeing that the crescent moon has climbed up, the villagers got up and said:

"There is hay in the house to lay the bedding. Everyone is tired after traveling all day. You can consider resting early. I have to go to clean and put away the fire, so I won't accompany you for the time being."

Then he put away the bowls, chopsticks, pots and jars, left the small courtyard, and closed the gate by the way.

Scholar Zhou Qing saw the villagers walking away, continued to shake his head and sighed, "I'm still too ignorant, these villagers don't know how to cherish such a great opportunity in front of them—"

Hearing the scholar's words, the Lianjiazi-looking Jianghu sneered and said:

"Not to mention whether this story is true or not, so what if you know it's a chance? If there is no such thing as fate, an ordinary person will just miss it neatly even if a god stands in front of you. And with your body, you probably won't be able to climb up." If you go up that cliff, you might disturb the immortals, so why do you do such a thing in such a beautiful time."

The porter next to him also kindly dissuaded him, telling the scholar not to think about such dangerous issues.

The scholar nodded, agreeing with the advice of the people around him, and shrugged shyly and said:

"I made everyone laugh, I'm just more interested in these strange village stories."

"There is a saying in the book: Respect ghosts and gods and stay away. After reading the books of sages and sages over the years, of course it is the right way to go to Beijing to apply for the exam. It is the right way to manage the country with a family, so that you can live up to your good years."

Several people in the same industry all praised it, and wished the scholar the title of the gold list.

Then the topic changed, and Xie Guang'an took the lead, talking about things in a small town not far away: "Speaking of strange stories in the countryside, a lot of things have happened in Huqiao Town recently, and they are quite strange."

The old man next to him who hadn't spoken for a long time nodded slowly: "That's right, I've heard about it a little bit. Some people say it's haunted, but what exactly happened? Why did it happen?"

The rest of the people all cheered up and listened carefully.

Xie Guang'an, the porter, said: "Originally, I set off earlier and faster than you. When I passed by Huqiao Town, I chatted with some acquaintances there, and then I met you and walked together—"

"He told me that the Pang Yuanwai in Huqiao Town had a series of accidents in his family recently, and his animals were restless. He was looking for a mage, Wu Jie, to resolve the disaster."

"Pang Yuanwai? That's a powerful family."

"Isn't that right? The surrounding villagers complained about him, but they only dared to talk about it in private. It would be great if it spread to the ears of Pang Yuanwai."

"Ah... the peaceful years, not everywhere peaceful..."

Scholar Zhou Qing sighed aside.

Several people shook their heads.

The old man took the lead in yawning, and said with a little lack of energy: "It's getting late, everyone should rest early, and we have to go together tomorrow. From here to Long'an Mansion, we have to wait until tomorrow evening."

"Sleep and sleep."

"It's really sleepy."

"Goodnight everybody."

Walking into the house, Xie Guangan adjusted the burden of goods on his back, took out the thin bedding that he usually carried when going out, tidied up the straw on the ground, spread it out on it, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

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Fang Chang was walking in the mountains with a pannier on his back.

However, he didn't bring a stone axe, he just carried a small straight-backed jade knife with him. He simply found flexible bark and made a sheath for the knife.

The wild boars that were delivered to the door before have been eaten, and the bones and the like have been stewed and drunk, and the bacon hanging on the firepit is still too early to be completed, so they will hunt for food recently.

The meat is still delicious.

With cooking utensils, even if it is just a clay pot, the quality of food is greatly improved.

The stewed food has a better taste and a more distinct taste layer. It is also possible to stew plants and prey together to combine a variety of eating methods.

Using the boiled animal fat, the vegetables become more delicious, not to mention the oil residue sprinkled with a little crushed salt, which makes people want to stop.

While walking, Fang Chang saw a few low plants with wild fruits on them, showing an attractive deep red color. Walking up gently, he picked off the wild fruit, no matter what it was, and put it in his mouth.

Hey, it's too bitter.

It's full of bitterness, it's not delicious, and it's a waste of good looks.

This kind of bitter taste is a bit like medicine, but unfortunately, I don't know how to distinguish the types, and medicine is of no use to Fang Chang now.

With his current conditions, he is able to distinguish spirit grass.

During these days, he came across several plants, all of which exuded stronger or weaker alluring auras. Fang Changju marked the location and prepared to pick them when they matured.

"Where to go!!"

Seeing movement in the grass ahead, Fang Chang flew up and held down the prey.

This is a white-haired rabbit, an ordinary beast that looks delicious.

After disposing of the rabbit and putting it in the basket, Fang Chang was about to turn back and return. This rabbit plus some wild vegetables and tubers was enough for him to eat for two days, and it would be useless to catch more.

Next to it is the Temple of the Mountain God, which seems to have been recently renovated. Since he doesn't know whether the God of the Mountain Zhang has recovered, Fang Chang has not gone up to bother him recently.

There was movement again in the grass ahead.

Second update~

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