You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 1: No Sixty Years in the Mountains

The clouds are endless, the mountains are long and the water is deep.

There is a bluestone path deep in the gray mountain. The path is overgrown with weeds and moss, as if woodcutters and peddlers have not stepped on these stone steps for a long time.

Walking up the path, you can see several peach trees in bloom. There is an open space between the peach trees with a thatched hut in the middle.

The small yard had everything, including a hatchet for chopping wood, a large wooden platform for placing firewood, and a chicken coop surrounded by wooden branches, except for tables, chairs, and benches for receiving guests.

There was an open space behind the thatched house with a tombstone in it. A young and handsome Taoist priest with a plain face stood in front of the tombstone and sighed deeply.

"Master, I have studied for two and a half years. When I reached the foundation building stage, apart from the Merit Dao method that can increase the power of thunder magic, there is nothing else in our scriptures. I have to go down the mountain to find a method."

The young Taoist looked to be less than 20 years old. He wore a crooked tall crown and his Taoist robe was slightly old. His right hand was behind his back and he held a Taoist scripture in his left hand. He was sighing and talking to the old man in the grave.

Some time ago, Zuo Chen traveled to this world. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old Taoist priest who was about to die.

"This is a chaotic world. The true Dharma cannot be obtained and cannot be released from the mountain!"

The old Taoist blew his beard and glared, then his head fell off his neck and landed in the arms of Zuo Chen who had just traveled through time.

Zuo Chen was almost scared to pee!
This left a psychological trauma on Zuo Chen.

After burying the old Taoist priest, Zuo Chen didn't dare to go out at all. He hid in the old Taoist priest's broken thatched house, studying Taoist scriptures by himself. He spent a lot of time and practiced diligently, and passed the Qi Refining stage and achieved the Foundation Building stage.

Then the problems came.

This Taoist scripture could only support his cultivation to the foundation-building stage, and there was no subsequent description of cultivation.

He got stuck at this point in his practice!

He let out a long sigh. He didn't expect that after staying in the mountains for so long, he would eventually have to go down the mountain to find the way to immortality.

Zuo Chen also knew that he couldn't possibly hide in the mountains forever. There were no resources for cultivation and no natural treasures in the mountains. The spiritual energy was barely sufficient, but that was all.

What's more, in the past two and a half years, Zuo Chen's mouth has lost its taste for bird!

Although fasting is allowed during the foundation-building stage, Zuo Chen is greedy.

He couldn't eat and his mouth felt tasteless. However, Zuo Chen couldn't stop his appetite, so he could only look for some delicious food to satisfy his stomach.

But before going down the mountain, Zuo Chen still felt nervous.

He is just at the foundation-building stage. In the world of cultivation, he is even worse than pigs and dogs. The old Taoist priest has been beheaded, so what is he worth?
Standing in front of the grave and sighing, Zuo Chen finally adjusted his mood.

When Zuo Chen picked up the old Taoist's scriptures, he called him Master. Now that he was about to leave the small courtyard where he had stayed for two years, Zuo Chen felt that he still had to say goodbye to the "old Taoist".

After returning to the thatched house, Zuo Chen spent some time finding a bamboo and wooden backpack, stuffed the Taoist scriptures and the dried venison wrapped in oil paper that he had dried himself into it, then he put the small bag on his back and came to the yard.

He came to the edge of the yard, looked back every few steps, and finally made up his mind and stepped out of the yard.

The next step is to venture out on your own.

I hope this world of cultivation is not so gangster.

If I'm lucky enough to produce a golden elixir, I'll just find a sect and become a small priest, where I can eat and wait for death.

As he thought about this, Zuo Chen walked down the steps covered with grass and plants. His attention was inevitably attracted by the grass and plants on the steps.

"The grass is growing so fast? Why do I feel like the stone steps are about to break?"

Zuo Chen felt something strange.

……

Huishan is 200 miles long. The mountain is high and dangerous, with lush forests. There are many villages at the foot of the mountain, and fences and wooden walls are used to separate the inside and outside of the houses.

A swindler came to Niuzi Village today, pulling a donkey cart, pushing jars and smashing stones, making a lot of money.

During the lunch break, the hawker squatted under a tree and ate cakes, watching the children in the village while eating.

After calling out twice, several children came trotting over. The vendor smiled happily and took out several candies, giving one to each of the children.

"Is there anything interesting going on in the village?"

"There's nothing fun in the village. We just farm every day." The child chewed on a candy: "But on the mountain, my friend said there are gods!" "There are gods?" The face of the showman froze slightly.

"Yes, it is said that sixty years ago, there was an old immortal on the mountain, and he brought a young immortal with him. It turned out that whenever there was any problem in the village, the old immortal could solve it as soon as he came."

"what about now?"

"I heard that sixty years ago, a cloud appeared on Gray Mountain one night. Thunder crackled for most of the night, and then the old and young gods never came down again."

Sixty years, that’s okay.

The magician felt at ease.

Nowadays, living to 40 is considered amazing, living to 60 is rare, and living to 80 is a crime! The old immortal may have had good craftsmanship 60 years ago, but he has long since turned into a handful of dirt.

Little fairy?
I guess he has already gone down the mountain to find another way out.

Seeing that it was getting late, several voices calling for children to eat were heard in the village. The country kids stopped talking to the hawker and after responding, turned around and wanted to run, but they found that their feet could not move.

Yi Le, the stuntman, stretched out his hand and picked up a few children as if he was picking fruits.

When he grabbed the back of the children's collars, they immediately became quiet, not moving or shouting. The stuntman took out the can that he had kicked during the day and threw the children into it one by one.

This jar, which could hold a whole adult, was now stuffed with six or seven children. It was pitch black inside, with no bottom to be seen.

After that, he simply pulled the cart, humming a little tune and walked out of the village.

"It's hard to get rich by performing martial arts, but you can find opportunities under the ginseng fruit tree..."

"what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a young man's cold voice came from behind the seller.

The car stopped halfway and the driver's neck was a little stiff.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

A young Taoist priest wearing a crooked tall crown was walking down from the mountain, his eyes falling on the jar.

The cold sweat of the vendor ran down his forehead.

When did this Taoist priest come behind me?

He came down from the mountain. There is a Taoist temple on the gray mountain?!
He suppressed his surprise and smiled innocently:
"Little Taoist priest, I am just going out to make a living. We should not interfere with each other. I have two taels of silver in my pocket. Would you like to accept it?"

"Really? That's a lot."

Zuo Chen walked towards the peddler while speaking, and the peddler also smiled and stretched out his hand to the donkey cart beside him.

Suddenly he reached out and pulled out a donkey skin from the cart!
The entire donkey skin covered Zuo Chen's head!

"Falling skin and taking root! Young Taoist priest, I just need a donkey to pull the cart!"

The hawker's eyes were ferocious. His magic was so powerful that he could turn a strong man into an old ox working in the countryside. How could a Taoist priest who looked like a scholar break his magic with his head?

Seeing that the skin had been spread on Zuo Chen, the salesman felt very proud. However, before he could enjoy the excitement for a few seconds, he suddenly saw Zuo Chen tearing the donkey skin off!

"this?!"

The hawker's eyes were bigger than cowbells.

Even if one is well-trained in this art, it is impossible to break his spell by force. One can either use a paper substitute or simply do a somersault to avoid it. How can someone have the skin on his face torn off?
"You've got a donkey skin covering your eyes, but you can run."

Zuo Chen's eyes became much colder. He placed his right hand on his lips, stretched it forward, and blew a breath like a salesman.

The hawker felt a chill in his face, and for a moment he felt as if he had arrived at the Arctic. After a while, ice crystals formed on his eyebrows, his lips turned purple from the cold, and his body turned completely bloodless.

Just one breath almost froze him to death!
Taking his hand back, Zuo Chen shook his head helplessly.

"I didn't expect to run into a human as soon as I got down the mountain. This world is really a mess."

(End of this chapter)