"Master, did you say that Senior Brother Yuan Hong is home?"
Qingyun asked boredly.
As soon as Yuan Hong left Yuquan Mountain, he and the master were left alone, and life became boring again.
"Maybe... we're here, right?"
Yuding pondered, and suddenly his expression changed: "How about I make a hexagram and take a look."
Xuan The sect's inheritance is extensive and profound, and can be roughly divided into five categories: medicine, medicine, fortune telling, fortune telling, and divination.
The mountain person is the way to cultivate immortality and refining Qi; the doctor is the way to prescribe medicine, cure diseases and save people; the fortune teller is often said to tell a person's fortune through the birth date;
The physiognomy is the art of physiognomy. Divination is divided into heaven, earth and people; the last divination is divination and fortune telling.
Immortals who have achieved immortality from the three teachings naturally have a lot of time to study these skills, and they basically know a little bit about them.
As for other disciples, immortality is definitely their first choice at first, but when they become hopeless after practicing, those disciples will switch to fortune telling and fortune telling.
In this way, you will be able to eat when you go down the mountain.
Yu Ding is quite interested in fortune-telling. The main reason is that he was influenced by movies and TV dramas in the past and felt that the fortune-telling posture is very handsome and has a high-level personality.
In addition, there is also a fortune-telling book in Yuquan Mountain, so he also studied it.
"Okay, okay, I used to be very good at fortune-telling!" Qingyun agreed.
Jade Cauldron nodded gently, showing his masterly attitude, took out a few gold coins, shook them in his hand and threw them down.
Qingyun asked strangely: "Why don't you pinch your fingers to read the divination?"
Yuding coughed dryly: "What do you know? It's not appropriate to pinch your fingers to read the divination today."
There is only one volume of money divination books in Yuquan Mountain. After calculation, it is indeed more handsome and more powerful. The key is that there is no textbook.
His chance of self-taught is gone.
Then he began to identify the hexagrams. After reading and studying them for a month, he was very confident in his fortune-telling.
Qingyun said: "How is the hexagram?"
Yuding laughed and said: "Shangji, good, good, good, your senior brother will definitely get home safely."
A bright smile appeared on Qingyun's face, and he said with a smile: "Then I'll be relieved."
...
A clear high cry came from the vast sky.
A golden eagle flapped its wings and flew quickly, its eyes sharp and pointed in one direction.
It is exactly what Yuan Hong changed!
At this moment, it is not planning to go home, but to a place called Qingyang Mountain.
There used to be a village with a population of more than 100 people in the mountains. Oh, and by the way, there was an old mountain spirit who had been cultivating for many years living in the mountains.
The old mountain spirit saw that there was no mountain god in the mountain, so he wanted to become a mountain god.
However, its cultivation is too shallow and its Taoism is too low. It will take a long, long time to cultivate into a mountain god. Therefore, it thought of a way to use the essence of human flesh and blood to boost its cultivation.
Later Shanjing and Qingyangzhai reached an agreement.
After hearing this from the child, Yuan Hong sympathized with these people who were coerced by the mountain spirit. At that time, he also had some moral skills, and he estimated that he could get a draw with the mountain spirit at the worst. .
If the people in the cottage are willing to help him, the two parties can join forces to help the cottage get rid of the scourge.
He had thought that after he recovered from his injury, he would join forces with the people in the village to kill the mountain spirit and eliminate the great harm, in order to repay the child's kindness.
But when he arrived at the mountain village, it was too late. The child had been given to the mountain spirit as a sacrifice.
Of course, at that time, he had not thought of taking action against the mortals in the village. He only felt sad for those who had lost their blood and courage and even their descendants could be sacrificed and eaten.
He found the mountain spirit that caused the disaster and had a great battle with it.
The situation at that time was indeed as he expected. They were equally matched, and both sides were seriously injured.
Later, people from Qingyang Village came, carrying bows, arrows, steel forks and other weapons for hunting and fighting.
He thought these people were here to help him eradicate the mountain spirits, so he safely handed his back to them.
Then, a coward shot a cold arrow in his back with trembling hands, shouting not to hurt their mountain god.
The mountain elf’s proud laughter still echoed in his heart.
At that moment, he was in disbelief and despairing. For the first time, he felt that these people were not worthy of sympathy at all and should all deserve to die.
A worthy death.
So he sent the person from the village to see the child they had just used as a sacrifice.
The result was that he was hunted down by the Xuantian Sword Sect for several months and narrowly escaped death several times.
Yuding once asked him if he regretted anything, and he said no, because he really felt that those people deserved to die.
Coming here today, there is still a cause and effect that he has been thinking about.
If he can't solve it, he will have worries and it will be difficult for him to have a clear mind, let alone become a true immortal.
The golden eagle landed on the ground, and Yuan Hong's human form appeared in a flash of light.
A handsome young man in white.
The scenery in the mountains is good, with lush vegetation, wild flowers everywhere, and birds chirping and apes chirping from time to time. It gives you a natural beauty when you look around.
Yuan Hong walked along a path toward the mountains.
After walking for about a stick of incense, suddenly, fog filled the forest from nowhere.
For a time, the visibility of the scenery was less than three meters.
The songs of birds and the cries of apes suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pressed the mute button.
Susususu!
There is only the strange sound of shaking leaves in the mountain forest.
Yuan Hong stopped, raised his eyes and looked around, then retreated little by little toward a tree behind him.
Just when he was about to lean against the tree, the tree behind him also changed.The bark of the tree slowly flowed out and stretched out two palms covered with green and black hair, and the sharp nails showed a strange blue-black color.
Then the upper body of a monster with a black face and fangs crawled out of the tree. It looked at the figure leaning towards it with a ferocious smile on its face and silently raised its claws.
Bang!
But just when his claws were about to fall, a white-skinned hand appeared without warning and strangled his neck.
The mountain spirit's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
What happened?
Yuan Hong slowly turned back with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, old friend."
"You..." The mountain spirit looked at the person in front of him who had just been sighted in horror. The person who cooks the feast.
Long time no see?
Who are you!
Have we met?
The mountain spirit blinked his doubtful eyes and confirmed that the master in front of him was coming for it.
Then it searched its memory carefully,
and it was very sure that it had never seen the person in front of it.
Since I haven’t seen him before, what kind of thing is he talking about, long time no see?
Then, it grabbed the pincer-like hand with two paws and tried to break free with all its strength.
But it has been practicing for eight hundred years, and its claws, which usually cut stone like wood, only produced a cluster of sparks when scratching it, leaving not even a trace.
The mountain spirit looked at its proud claws and suddenly felt a deep sense of humiliation.
Yuan Hong was a little stunned when he saw his former opponent with a humiliated look on his face, like a pheasant that had no power to fight back and could only kick its legs weakly while being lifted into his hand.
Is this... still him?
He stayed in Yuquan Mountain for six years,
but he never made a move with anyone. After all, apart from him, only Qingyun and his master were left on the mountain.
Qingyun can't beat him, and he can't beat his master, so he doesn't know how powerful he is.
It wasn’t until today when he met his former rival that he realized how powerful he was now. In just six years, his master had trained him to such a powerful level...
Yuan Hong I was shocked by the Jade Cauldron again.
"Remind me that I am..."
Yuan Hong took back his thoughts and planned to remind Shan Jing of his identity.
But the voice suddenly stopped when he looked at his hands.
The mountain spirit is dead!
Its head drooped softly on Yuan Hong's hand, with dark green blood on the corners of its mouth. Its neck shrunk several times, and its black face was red and lifeless with a look of pain.
Pinch...crushed to death!
Yuan Hong couldn't help but be silent for a moment.
Just when he was about to throw away the body of the mountain spirit, when he was about to leave, he suddenly shook his whole body and looked down at the mountain spirit again.
He thought of one of the words of his master before leaving.
Master said, if you don’t do it, it will be enough, but if you do it, you must do it.
Don't leave any chance for your opponent to come back for revenge. It's best to avoid future troubles.
Master’s words are absolutely correct.
He has no doubt about this.
This mountain spirit has committed many evil deeds and will definitely deserve to die.
But how can we avoid future troubles forever?
Yuan Hong thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he punched his left palm fiercely with his right fist.
He has enlightened again!
Then, he chanted a spell and pointed at the corpse, and a ball of flames appeared out of thin air and fell on the mountain spirit's corpse.
Then Yuan Hong followed his mentor's instructions and performed a series of operations on the mountain spirit, including burning its body, burning its soul, and cutting off its reincarnation.
"Huh..."
After doing all this, Yuan Hong let out a long breath.
After cutting off the cause and effect, he felt that his state of mind suddenly became clear, and there was no longer any worries in his heart.
"You can become an immortal!"
Yuan Hong said softly, looking up at the sky.
Thick black clouds arrived as expected.
Not long after, thunderclouds filled Qingyang Mountain, and the thunder shook the earth.
Three days later, a white light flew towards Nanfangbuzhou.
"Master asked me to find an opportunity to go to Dongwang Gong to register the immortal book after I become an immortal."
Yuan Hong's mind flashed: "But I'd better go home first after I've been away for too long. , Master asked me to guide those guys to the right path if I have time..."
A few days later.
When Yuan Hong arrived at Nanzhan Buzhou, he seemed to be able to see his hometown of Meishan and his gang of monkeys and grandchildren.
But suddenly, Yuan Hong’s expression changed.
A battlefield blocked the way forward, and the cry of killing resounded from all directions.