Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 239: The Immortal’s House in the Eight Hundred Miles Qinling Mountains

“Shopkeeper, are those hanging coffins hoisted up by zip lines?”

 While the two were talking.

Hong girl and others are also looking up.

The Xiling sect not only has many ancient weapons that have been passed down to this day, but also absorbed the experience of other Toudou sects.

Facing the cliff, apart from the centipede ladder, the most powerful one is the zipline.

The precipitous cliffs on both sides of Bingshu Gorge are difficult for apes and monkeys to climb. Without the help of tools such as hooks and ropes, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky just to climb the entire ship coffin, let alone lifting the entire ship coffin weighing hundreds of kilograms.

after all.

 Not everyone is a shopkeeper.

 Can fly into the sky and walk through the air.

"clever!"

 Hear this.

 Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows.

 Looked at her in surprise.

You must know that the hanging coffins in the Three Gorges were first recorded in the Shui Jing Zhu, but Li Daoyuan, who lived in the Northern Wei Dynasty, could not understand how the ancients sent the coffins up.

 Only when there is a flood, people will park their boats on the side of the cliff and put embers in them, which is called inserting stoves.

In the "Taiping Yulan", the hanging coffin in Wushan is called the coffin of the immortal and the house of the earthly immortal.

 It was not until later generations that it was repeatedly verified through archaeological excavations.

Just then I learned that the Three Gorges Hanging Coffin is a relic from the Cuban era.

At that time, the ancients pursued high burial and immortality. At the same time, because of the war at that time, in order to prevent the remains of their ancestors from being destroyed, they took great pains to send the coffins to the cliff.

 As for the method of funeral.

 Even decades later, there was no conclusion.

However, the most widely circulated theory is that the coffin is lowered little by little from the top of the mountain with the help of devices such as suspension ropes, and finally falls accurately into the cave or onto piles driven in advance.

Such a short moment.

Hong girl can think of this step.

 It’s no wonder that Chen Yulou was so amazed.

 “That’s true.”

Huamaguai sighed subconsciously.

 Looking at the cliffs on both sides, his eyes were full of expectation.

 The warriors who unloaded the ridges, leveled the mountains and moved the hills, searched for gold and stole bones.

 Eating is like a bowl of dead man's rice.

 With so many coffins placed here, how could they not be thoughtful?

but…

Before he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Chen Yulou.

 “Stop making such ideas, kid.”

“It’s true that Guanshan people are just freeloaders. There are really good things, but they have already taken them away. What’s the turn for you and me?”

“Hey, shopkeeper, there is no reason in this world for a farmer to have too much grain.”

 Having your mind broken.

Huamaguai is not embarrassed.

 I just feel an unspeakable pity.

If you don’t steal a coffin, what’s the difference between this and cutting someone’s heart?

You must know that there are thousands of brothers on Mount Everlasting to support.

Even if it’s just a copper plate, it’s not a loss.

In these years, if the situation is good, a bucket of oil can be dug to feed the people on the mountain for a year and a half.

But throughout the ages, the famous Dadou has been visited eight hundred times, and it has been dug into a sieve from the inside out.

 Often busy for several months.

 Finally, when we got to the bottom, we discovered that it was an empty bucket.

 This is also the reason why the Xiling lineage has always been plucked by wild geese and never gone empty.



As the person in charge of the money bag of Changshengshan, he always wanted to break a penny in half and spend it.

 There are at least dozens of coffins on the cliffs on both sides.

It looks like the coffin lid is tightly closed, and it seems that no one has done anything to it.

 If it were normal, he would have led people up the mountain with his personality.

but…

 Since the shopkeeper has spoken.

Huamaguai naturally did not dare to say more words.

He also knew how important this trip to the Kunlun Mountains was to Lao Yangren and his three brothers and sisters, and they could not delay the important event for a few coffins.

 But I want to think about it.

 The flesh still hurts.

“Okay, these few coffins have seduced your kid into this. If you go to Kunlun Mountain, you won’t be allowed to live there?”

Huama has been following me for so many years.

How could Chen Yulou not understand what he meant?

 It’s just that I want to save more, but there will be times when the harvest is not good.

“What do you mean, shopkeeper?”

Huamaguai’s heart moved.

 I seem to have thought of something, but I dare not confirm it.

“The thirty-six kingdoms of the ancient Western Regions have disappeared one by one since the Tang Dynasty. As long as you can find an ancient city, not to mention a few coffins, you won’t even need to exchange them for an imperial mausoleum.”

Chen Yulou smiled faintly.

 The thirty-six countries in the Western Regions are still collectively referred to.

Over the past several thousand years, there have been more than thirty-six ancient countries buried in the vast desert.

You must know that the ancient countries in the Western Regions were not a unified dynasty like the Han people. They basically had one city and one country. If they could have three cities, they were considered powerful.

"this…"

 Hear this.

Not only Huamaguai, but also everyone on the deck was shocked.

 My heart was beating wildly.

 My breathing became a lot faster.

 Ancient country ruins!

If you can really dig out two of them, it will be even more amazing than the royal tombs.

“Shopkeeper, please tell me earlier. You know there is such a big bucket waiting for me. I am still wondering what these hanging coffins are for.”

Huamaguai’s eyes flickered.

 It seems as if I have seen the scene of gold everywhere.

From the beginning to the end of this trip to Kunlun Mountain, he only knew that the shopkeeper was going to help the three people move the mountain.

 There is no option to fight back at all.

 So, when the shopkeeper asked him to pick out a team of at least 200 people, he felt strange.

 Think about it now.

 I am still too young.

I'm afraid that the shopkeeper already wanted to know the ancient desert city at that time.

  “I really said it.”

 “Can you still sleep, kid?”

Chen Yulou joked.

Hearing this, everyone on the boat couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

As soon as the ship passed Bingshu Gorge, the water flow returned to calm again, and there was no shaking on the deck as before.

The head of the ship came up from the cabin again at some unknown time.

 There were two guys behind him.

 Each of them carried wine, yellow paper, fish and meat.

First he signaled to Chen Yulou and the others, and then he hurried to the side of the boat, lit the yellow paper, poured the fish, meat and wine into the water, held his head in his hands and muttered something in his mouth.

 Sichuan and Chongqing are separated from Sanxiang by a river.

Although the accent is quite strong and there are many roads away.

 But Chen Yulou still heard it clearly.

 It’s nothing more than an unintentional collision and asking ghosts and gods not to blame.

Along the way to southern Yunnan, they have seen various taboos of boatmen. This kind of taboos is nothing, and it is almost not much different from folk customs.

Wait for the yellow paper to burn out.

The head of the boat let out a long sigh of relief.

　　Waving to the two men to go back to the helm, he turned back to a few people.

"Everyone, please forgive me. This is also some of the customs of us boat runners."

 The head of the boat explained carefully.

However, how could Chen Yulou and the others care about these trivial matters.

 “The boss of the ship is very polite.”

“We were wrong in this matter first, how can we ask you to apologize?”

Waving his hand, Chen Yulou motioned for him to relax.

I saw several people with calm expressions, especially the gentleman in front of me, who spoke softly and softly, and did not look like a bandit warlord.

 In my mind, I guessed that he was a young master of a well-known business, traveling far away to do business.

He has seen a lot of boats over the years.

 It’s just that there are indeed a lot of people accompanying us on this trip, so that’s not surprising.

“After passing Bingshu Gorge, it’s not far from Chaotianmen Pier, right?”

Chen Yulou asked casually.

“Yes, at this rate, we can arrive before lunch.”

Because it is adjacent to the Yangtze River, Yuzhou has developed water transportation since ancient times, especially the port in the late Qing Dynasty. There were ten or twenty piers outside the city.    From one row to twenty-three.

The destination of their trip is Chaotianmen.

It is one of the oldest wharves in Yuzhou City.

 After getting off the boat, you can go straight to the city gate.

“Sir, are you coming to Yuzhou for business?”

 Seeing his eyes showing contemplation, the boat's head relaxed a lot, so he took the opportunity to ask.

Chen Yulou was startled for a moment, then realized what he was doing and nodded with a smile.

 “Ordered a batch of Shu brocade.”

 Sichuan Brocade!

 Hearing these two words, a flash of shock flashed across the captain's face.

 Since ancient times, Shu brocade has been priceless but not marketable. There is a saying that one foot of Shu brocade costs one tael of gold.

 Most of the poor people cannot even see it, let alone clothing.

 He also became more and more convinced of his guess.

　　How can it afford such a business if it’s not a big name?

 No wonder so many people were hired to come.

Seeing what he said casually, the captain of the boat in front of him was obviously very restrained. After chatting for a few more words, he was allowed to return to the cabin and continue sailing.

 Sure enough.

 At noon.

 Two large ships arrived outside Chaotianmen Pier.

On the vast waters, there are countless ships, large and small, at least hundreds of ships.

There are many yellow-haired and blue-eyed foreign devils among them.

Looking at their attire, most of them were doing business at treaty ports, and there were also missionaries wearing long robes.

 Chen Yulou has no interest in these people.

but…

 Their appearance.

 It reminded him of something.

 During the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, it was a period when illegal excavation activities in the deserts of the Western Regions were most rampant.

 Foreign devils from various countries, under the guise of archeology or exploration.

 Crazy excavation of those ancient cities buried under the wind and sand.

 For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little urgent in his heart.

Although the destination of this trip is the ancient city of Jingjue, we should not be afraid of 10,000, but be afraid of the worst.

 Loulan, Xiye, and Jingjue are all civilizations derived from the Peacock River Basin.

 The damage to Loulan was so serious.

 It is difficult to guarantee whether Jingjue will escape its grasp.

 After getting off the boat and entering the dock, the group hurriedly filled their bellies, asked Huamaguai to replenish some supplies, and then set off again.

To save time.

Didn’t even go to Qingcheng Mountain.

 Instead, they directly bypassed Yuzhou and headed north to Hanzhong.

When passing through Yuzhou, there are still many mountains and dangerous peaks, but as soon as you pass through Bazhong and go north, the terrain changes visible to the naked eye, and the vast northern Shaanxi plain becomes flat.

 The team traveled under the stars and night.

 It only took three or five days to enter the territory of Hanzhong.

 Hanzhong is adjacent to the Qinling Mountains.

Standing outside the ancient city and looking to the north, you can see a mountain range stretching between heaven and earth in the distance, like an ancient giant spiritual dragon.

“The eight hundred miles of Qinling Mountains are the greatest obstacle in the world.”

“The dragon emerges from the big tent and enters the head to form stars. The clouds are vast and misty, and the **** goes against the tide. It is truly extraordinary!”

 “I’ve seen it today.”

Chen Yulou was riding on the back of a dragon horse, looking at the mountains at the end of the sky, his expression full of shock.

 The world's dragon vein.

The ancestral dragon is the Kunlun Mountains, and the middle dragon is the 800-mile Qinling Mountains.

Since the pre-Qin Dynasty, the Qinling Mountains have been regarded as a battleground for military strategists.

It is also regarded as the place where the dragon luck of the dynasty lies.

Originally, he only saw it in reading, but now after learning the mausoleum genealogy and the sixteen characters, when he looked at Qinling Mountains again, the pale characters became much clearer.

 Listen to him mumbling to himself.

Kunlun and the others didn't understand. Only Partridge Whistle's eyes were bright and his expression was full of shock.

　In order to find pearls.

 He once followed the previous generation of mountain movers to the Qinling Mountains.

But at that time, I was just thinking about the 100,000 ancient tombs in the Qinling Mountains, which are 800 miles away. I couldn't see through the dragon veins in the Qinling Mountains due to illness. Now, when I look at them after many years, I can only feel that the Qi pulses are falling from the sky, and the stars are flying and majestic.

 “Qinling Mountains is also a good place.”

 Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Yulou smiled.

The number of ancient tombs in the Qinling Mountains is incomparable even to Mang Mountain.

 This is the only place in the world.

　　A shovel can probably dig out a bucket.

“Then when we return, the shopkeeper will take us to see what we have to say?”

　　　Huama beat the snake and put it on the stick.

 There are countless royal tombs in this dragon-veined treasure land, let alone ordinary ancient tombs.

 It’s exciting just thinking about it.

Xiangyin is a remote and remote area.

Three generations of thieves from the Chen family, plus the three before them, Luo Laowai, Song Laowu and Peng Laizi, dug holes and dug holes everywhere like crazy. They even laid out mass graves and couldn't find even a coffin board.

"I'm not afraid of crossing the border and being driven out by those swordsmen in northern Shaanxi, who fill the mountains and forests with knives in their hands."

 “You can try it.”

 Chen Yulou spread his hands.

This guy doesn't think this piece has been robbed, does he?

On the contrary, people in Qinling have been fighting against each other since ancient times. In addition, the people in this place are fierce and fierce, and there are countless people who eat dead people.

 Until later generations.

Poaching activities are rampant in the Qinling Mountains.

Not to mention that in such troubled times, no one can survive, so why are you afraid of fighting for gold?

What's more, Xiangyin and Hanzhong are thousands of miles apart. Changsheng Mountain is said to be the leader of green forests in the thirteen provinces in the north and south. But when it comes time to divide gold and silver, who will care whether you are Changsheng Mountain or Changbai Mountain?

 Can hear the ridicule in his words.

Huamaguai scratched his head and said, "Shopkeeper, I'd better go find Brother Yang Fang first."

 When Yang Fang left that day.

They agreed to meet in the ancient city of Hanzhong.

It's just that it's not as convenient as it was in later generations. You have to go to a dental shop first to ask for directions.

Huamaguai is very good at doing this kind of thing, so Chen Yulou will naturally not stop him.

 The group of them did not choose to enter the city.

 After all, a team of two to three hundred people is so vast that it will attract countless attentions as soon as it enters the city.

Along the way, when they passed by the bandit mountain gates, they saw them from a distance and closed the gates one by one, as if they were facing a powerful enemy. It is conceivable that the defense of this big city will only become stricter.

 Chen Yulou is too lazy to cause more trouble.

 Simply led a group of people to the tea shed outside the city.

It is said to be a tea shed, but in fact, it is fully equipped with drinks and food, providing a place for business travelers to rest.

but…

They are a bunch of people.

Tall and powerful, with a strong aura and a sense of gangsterism.

 Haunted the tea drinkers.

They all checked out and left, and the crowded tea shed suddenly became empty.

 You can still fit in if you squeeze a little bit.

As for the tea shack shopkeeper, the moment he saw the two oceans, his panic, uneasiness and slight dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant, and he happily led his wife, children and children to prepare for the meal.

 Although it is the junction of Sichuan and Shaanxi.

  But the taste here in Hanzhong is obviously different from that in Sichuan and Chongqing.

 After entering the golden elixir realm.

 Chen Yulou has been able to eat Qi and live without grains.

It’s just that there are countless delicious foods in the world, how can he want to be a mountain man who doesn’t eat the fireworks of the world?

 Has a limited taste in food.

 Hitch is quite satisfied with the wine brewed by the shopkeeper.

 While having a drink, I chatted with the others at Partridge Whistle.

 While speaking.

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves at the city gate.

The vibration was so loud that the curtains hanging on the tea shed were shaking.

Chen Yulou held the wine cup and looked back. One person was tall and the other was thin. Who else could it be if it weren't Yang Fang and Huamaguai?

 No more than that.

 It is different from the previous days of being wanton and wanton.

 Having not seen each other for more than ten days, Yang Fang looked gloomy and was obviously in a low mood.

 He understood it as soon as he thought about it.

The whereabouts of the golden abacus are unknown. As a disciple, how can I keep my mind up?

“Yang Fang, you’ve finally arrived.”

“How is it, have you found your master?”

 The old foreigner pulled him to sit down.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fang's eyes became even darker, and his face was hard to look at.

 (End of this chapter)