Journey To Longevity

Nili Pass is located in the state of Zhou, bordering Pingwan Mountain on the east and Lifeng Mountain on the west.

There are cockroaches on both sides of the mountain, strange rocks are dangerous in the sky, manpower is difficult, and the army is difficult to overcome!

And after passing Nili Pass, there will be no more steep passes in the Zhou Kingdom, only some penetrating low hills and low hills, which have always been battlegrounds for military strategists.

Originally this pass was called Li Pass, but because of the hundreds of years of fighting between Zhou and Qi, every brick and stone of the city wall here was stained with blood.

Over time, the city wall, which was originally built of blue-gray boulders, turned into an indelible mud-ink color.

In addition, the Nili is originally a hell, and there is no meaning of joy, so this place is gradually called Niliguan.

There are thousands of Chinese dynasties in Nanzhou, and there are as many mortals as a cow's hair. Even if there are many casualties in the battle between the two countries, it is difficult for those high-ranking monks of Jindan Nascent Soul to take them seriously. In normal times, this place also attracts some low-level monks who urgently need evil spirits to practice or refine weapons, and come here to collect condensed soldiers.

It's just that in the past ten days or so, after the change occurred in Nili Pass, billowing black air continued to emerge from the nearby mountains and peaks, condensed and spread to dozens of miles around, and the continuous stream of dark air From time to time, it turned into black rain after another, accompanied by the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, falling down in a patter, and a ghost creature had already taken shape at that time.

Although the place is no longer as popular as it used to be, there are gradually many monks here.

About seventy or eighty miles away from Nili Ghost Creature, there are several cities where monks gather, one of which is a mortal city called 'Wangcheng'.

The city is neither big nor small, surrounded by a city wall built along the mountains and rivers. It is more than 20 miles long and has a population of more than 200,000. It is considered a rather prosperous place. It's just that with the change of Niliguan, the residents of the city moved away one by one if they had the conditions, and went to live farther away or visit relatives.

So far at the gate of the city, there are still people with horse-drawn carts and ox carts forming a long queue, dragging their families and leaving with their mouths.

And those who stay are either hard to leave their homeland or have nowhere to go.

Contrary to this situation, it was the monk who flew to the city with the imperial weapon.

There are many restaurants and inns in Wangcheng, but the best one is Yangwanglou. The main building of wood and stone structure is nine stories high and occupies a large area. There are several gardens in the back yard. The rockery and strange rocks inside are called one strange.

The monk's imperial weapon flew over, and he saw this building at a glance, so the Yangwanglou naturally became a place for these monks to gather and communicate.

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Zhang San was originally a beggar, but because of a coincidence, he rescued Chef Huang's grandson from a human trafficker.

Chef Huang saw that Zhang San looked okay, and he was not a cheater, so he made a guarantee. Zhang San also transformed into a clerk of Yangwanglou, put on clean clothes without patches, and had his first pair of shoes in his life.

This Yangwanglou is the largest restaurant in Wangcheng, and it is usually a place for literati to talk and talk. If you want to entertain others here, you have to make an appointment a few days in advance.

In normal times, under Chef Huang's care and repayment, Zhang San can not only eat enough, but also have more oily food in those meals.

Of course, as a clerk in Yangwanglou, he is busy running around all day long, and he can't stop for a while, and the monthly payment is only one penny, one or two a year, which is not even as much as these literati. There are many tables and seats, but this kind of life is something that Zhang San never dared to think about before.

However, only a few months after this kind of good life, Zhou Qi and the two countries fought again. I heard that hundreds of thousands of people died. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people in the whole Wangcheng, and the scholars in the weekdays have disappeared. The people who came these days are all very strange. After ordering drinks and meals, they just sit there and don’t talk, like like a ghost.

Zhang San and his fellows also had nothing to do, so they had to stand outside the door to see if they could get some more guests.

When he saw someone passing by, he asked with a smile on his face. After his mouth was dry, he went back to the back kitchen and scooped some water from the big tank to drink.

When he came out of the back kitchen, Zhang San quietly glanced at the people sitting in the restaurant, and secretly slandered in his heart: "Everyone is like a dumb person. It has been one or two hours since this morning. These people can't even say a word. Never said anything."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, he had a quick wit, and suddenly remembered an old incident, that was the year before last, Xiao Caitou was beaten to death by black dogs and others in the ruined temple outside the city, and it was cold there within a few days Yes, on a hot day, frost formed in the middle of the night.

He heard the half-blind old man say that there is a ghost, and the ruined temple can no longer stay.

Thinking of it this way, Zhang San's face turned a little strange, and he walked out quickly.

"Why are you teasing that boy?" A man with a soft face said through voice transmission.

"It's just boring, how long do you have to think about. If I don't dare to go to that ghost, I'll just find someone else. If I didn't have some friendship with you two guys, I wouldn't think of calling you in the first place, so I quickly decided to go. If you don't want to go, I'll make arrangements early!" A middle-aged man with a hooked nose responded through voice transmission. He looked impatiently at the feminine man sitting with him and the big yellow-faced man.

"Are you sure that there is an ancient Xiu cave in Lishan? Isn't that just rumored by others? Moreover, judging by the size of the ghost, some powerful ghosts may have been nourished in it. No matter how anxious we are, we must prepare well, otherwise we will be afraid. There is entry but no exit." The yellow-faced man said in a deep voice.

"Afraid of the future and afraid of the future, don't hurry up at this time. When you are ready, there will be no chance. I will wait for another stick of incense. If you still can't decide, then forget it. I will find someone else." The hook-nosed middle-aged man slapped the table vigorously and said loudly.

Zhang San outside the door happened to catch a glimpse of the middle-aged man slapping the table with an angry expression on his face, but the next moment, he was smart from head to toe, because he didn't hear the sound of slapping the table, nor did he hear it. The man's voice.

"Could it be broad daylight, what the hell?" Zhang San's face turned pale.

"Interesting, there are so many fellow daoists here!"

But at this moment a voice as gentle as jade reached Zhang San's ears, and he saw a man in Confucian clothes holding a fan in his hand.

"Guest officer, do you want to eat or stay in a hotel?" Zhang San subconsciously said with a smile after he came back to his senses.

"Find me a cleaner table, and a jug of good wine, and I will reward you for the rest of the money." Zhang Shiping said, and he threw a dime to Zhang San.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Zhang San hurriedly took the silver, and he knew that the silver was about three or two weights as soon as he got it, his face burst into a smile, and for a moment he even forgot what he was suspicious of just now. Quickly led the Confucian scholar in.