Start from the old nine gates

Chapter 89 Wumeng Mountain 2
The next day, the sky was bright

As Chen Yuan walked in the village, smoke rose from the houses.

"Hello, Patriarch."

"Hello, Patriarch."

The old patriarch leaned on a cane, nodded slightly, and introduced to Chen Yuan beside him:

"You're going to Zhelongzhai. I still know this place. I went there once when I was young. It's a tribe deep in the mountains."

The old patriarch was a little emotional, and his memory seemed to float back to his youth.

"It's hundreds of miles away from here, especially the people there are very xenophobic. I only stayed for a few days before leaving."

The old patriarch turned to look at Chen Yuan, whose expression remained unchanged, sighed, and reminded him: "If you really want to go somewhere, it's best to hire a guide."

"It's not a place where just anyone can go."

The terrain in Yunnan is undulating, the climate is changeable, and the temperature difference is obvious. There are many snakes, insects, rats and ants in the mountains and forests all year round. If there is no acquaintance to guide the way, it is easy to get caught in it.

Chen Yuan had already understood this before he came.

"I understand, please trouble the old patriarch." Chen Yuan stopped walking when he heard the words.

"Who is that?"

I saw the white mist dissipating in front of me, and looking up into the distance, I saw a huge mountain towering straight up, and there were still clouds and mist wandering around.

However, what surprised Chen Yuan the most was that a young man with a longbow came out of the mountain, and several arrows in his quiver shone with a cold light.

Looking at the direction the other party was coming from, it was obvious that he had just returned.

To be able to stay intact for one night in the dark night where everyone is fearful like a tiger must be extraordinary.

"Tell him!" The old patriarch followed Chen Yuan's gaze, "His name is A Feng, he is the best hunter in our village, and he got a talisman from a Taoist master. You can walk alone in the dark."

Chen Yuan learned from the old patriarch's words.

The mountain he saw in front of him was called Wumeng Mountain.

On the mountain lived a Taoist master named Xue Daoren, who was proficient in talismans, and his talismans had the effect of exorcising snakes, ants, insects and beasts.

"Only that Daoist Xue can't see the end, and only a few people have seen it, and got the talisman given by the Tao."

As he said that, the old patriarch also had a look of envy.

For villages that rely on mountains to eat mountains, and water to eat water, having this talisman is enough for a lifetime of worry-free life.

It can even be used as a family heirloom.

It's a pity that Ada went up the mountain several times, but he never found the Taoist and got the Taoist talisman.

The combination of the words Daoist and Talisman seems to have a strange magic power. As I listen to it, my heart can't help but become interested in that somewhat mysterious Taoist Xue.

Chen Yuan, who wanted to know the location of Zhelongzhai directly and planned to leave, stopped again.

After breakfast, Chen Yuan told Gong Ruomei to rest well for a few days, and then set off towards Wumeng Mountain alone.

The sun is shining and the sky is clear.

A young man walked slowly among the mountains. The rugged land seemed to be walking on flat ground. Within a few steps, the figure had already crossed the dense forest and came tens of meters away.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that every step under their feet is accompanied by ripples, and the air spreads out like water flow.

The whole body is full of energy, which can tear the air current and turn it into Gang Qi.

Those legends of crossing the sky and stepping on the water without a trace have finally been confirmed, and they are not false.

It's a pity that such a scene was not seen by those martial arts practitioners.

"It really is a beautiful place, but it is better than countless people in the world."

Standing on a branch of a tree, looking down, one can only see clouds and mist, countless mountains criss-crossing, like a dragon winding forward.

Magnificent and magnificent, people can't help but be shocked by it.

After walking up to the top of the mountain, he looked at the edge of a cliff, where a Taoist sat cross-legged, and the strong wind blew his Taoist robe whistling.

The silver-white long hair was casually scattered behind the shoulders, like a dragon and a snake dancing wildly, surging wantonly.

Especially standing at such a far place, Chen Yuan can still feel an incomparable domineering fist from the opponent, whose desire is as high as the sky.

"Fisting is powerful, a master of martial arts." Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this Taoist leader to be a person who uses martial arts to become a Taoist."

It is a kind of realm, a kind of perception.

Different from the conventional realm, the fist intent is more about the individual, sometimes it may be just a momentary spiritual touch, imprinting the momentary state of mind on the heart, and carrying it through the heart.

A person who comprehends the meaning of boxing, when raising his hands and throwing his feet, the essence and energy are combined, captivating the heart and soul, and touching the soul.

It can be said that some masters may not necessarily understand the meaning of boxing; but those who understand the meaning of boxing must be masters.

When Chen Yuan looked over again, he saw the Taoist shaking his body.

The crackling sound of muscles and bones when getting up suddenly overwhelmed the sound of wind whizzing past the top of the mountain.

A pair of indifferent but bright eyes shot towards the place where Chen Yuan was, followed by a clear voice, "The old Taoist was fascinated by meditation for a while, but he never thought that a fellow Taoist would come."

After a few breaths, the figure of the old Taoist slowly appeared in front of Chen Yuan. He was wearing a washed white Taoist robe, with his hands slightly lowered.

Chen Yuan took a look, and then slowly said: "I just heard from the village at the foot of the mountain by chance that the resident on the mountain is a master of Taoism, so I came here to visit and look at Haihan."

"No problem, no problem. It's quite lonely for the old Taoist to stay alone on the mountain. Since someone of the same way is going to visit, I'm too happy to be in time."

"It's windy here, please go to the humble house with me." The old Taoist said, stretching out his right hand, leading Chen Yuan towards a place.

Chen Yuan followed behind the other party, shook his hand, put it on the tip of his nose, and a faint scent of fragrance permeated his nose.

"strangeness."

I hadn't noticed just now how this old man had such a strong fragrance.

It is said that when Kungfu is practiced to a high level, the body has a fragrance. Although Chen Yuan has never seen it, he knows that it is definitely not such a strong smell.

Soon, Chen Yuan was taken by the old Taoist to a place backed by a stone wall. There were several wooden houses beside the stone wall, and the roof was covered with a thick layer of thatch.

There is a fence around it, and even a few big roosters are seen walking around with their heads up in the yard.

What a paradise.

(End of this chapter)