Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

It's winter outside, and in Yunnan, only the high mountains can you see a little snow. Mountains like Zhalong Mountain, which are neither too high nor too low, are still lush and green. If there were no breeze in this cave, it would even feel as hot as summer.

Coming out of the mountain, Jiang Jiuri found a rock and sat down without even thinking about getting up. He panted twice and pulled his backpack over to flip it over. "We've been out for most of the day, it's time to eat something. The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming, maybe there are fat rabbits and pheasants, I'll go take a look!"

Jiang Xinxin was speechless: "Have you forgotten that we exchanged a lot of cured meat in the village!"

Jiang Xiaoguan is a man of few words now. He picked up two pots, turned out a cured fish and a cured duck, and then looked for water to prepare cooking. Jiang Jiuri found himself drifting for a moment, so he quickly took the rice and some vegetables and followed Jiang Xiaoguan. Jiang Xinxin stayed behind to collect firewood and watch over the luggage.

At noon, there was a meal of steamed rice with bacon and white radish, accompanied by an egg soup with cabbage and wild vegetables. The aroma of the bacon attracted quite a few creatures, but because of Jiang Xiaoguan's aura, no one dared to come near and they just followed and watched.

Jiang Xiaoguan didn't care at all that various small animals followed him, as he could intimidate them with his aura anyway. Only Jiang Jiuri was a man with uncontrollable hands. While walking, he couldn't help but run into the woods by the roadside to catch any animal and rub it. He never got tired of it and had a lot of fun by himself. If they hadn't come to that miasma-filled place, he would have forgotten that they came into the mountain to find the tomb of King Xian.

Originally, they had not heard that there was a place filled with miasma here. It was the village chief who told them quietly. According to his description, there was no fixed time for the miasma to come up, and no matter whether it was sunny or rainy, the miasma would arise as long as someone went there.

Jiang Xinxin looked at the thick white miasma that was gradually rising, then looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky, and looked around for a suitable place to spend the night.

Zhang Jiuri came out of the thorn bush holding a white rabbit and called out, "Come this way. I see a flat area next to the cliff. It's sheltered from the wind and has some shelter. It's perfect for spending the night."

Jiang Jiuri found a good place. After clearing the fallen leaves on the ground, it became a good campsite. It was a bit far from the water source, but that little place was nothing to the three of them. It reduced their chances of being spied on at night.

The youngest son of the village chief was right. The miasma rising from the valley ahead really seemed to recognize people. As long as someone crossed a certain line, the miasma would come out, and it would become thicker and thicker until it covered the entire mountain and the mountain opposite.

Jiang Xinxin had excellent isolation talismans, and with one each, they safely entered the area covered by miasma without being harmed. However, the miasma was not only poisonous and blocked the vision, but also could make people lose their direction without knowing it. Even Jiang Xinxin's consciousness was suppressed within three meters. Fortunately, for Jiang Xiaoguan and Jiang Jiuri, finding the direction was a skillful job. Although the three of them deviated slightly, they finally walked out of the miasma area smoothly.

But after they came out, I heard the curses and cries for help in various languages ​​coming from the miasma, and I felt somewhat relieved.

The miasma was mainly filled with tiny insects as small as mosquitoes. Jiang Jiuri still felt a little scared after coming out. "Although these mosquitoes are as small as needles, their bites are very poisonous. Skin ulcers are the least of it. The most serious thing is that they like to lay eggs and reproduce in people's eyes. If you don't pay attention, they can blind people."

"If you don't pay attention to breathing it into your lungs, your whole body will be full of bugs!"

Jiang Xinxin frowned slightly, "Those people down there are screaming so miserably, I guess their gas masks are no longer effective."

Jiang Xiaoguan looked at Jiang Xinxin, asking her if she wanted to save people. Jiang Xinxin shook her head and told everyone to leave quickly: "Even if those foreigners came into the mountains just to study plants and butterflies, I would feel bad if they took our country's land and products to benefit from them."

Jiang Jiuri deeply agreed with this. Jiang Xiaoguan originally saw that Jiang Xinxin was in a bad mood and thought that she wanted to save people, so he just did it for the sake of his intention. Since Jiang Xinxin didn't mean that, he pretended that he knew nothing.

After climbing up a bit through the miasma area, we finally arrived at the mountain temple that the village chief Yaoer mentioned.

According to the village chief Yaoer, the several villages around them are all descendants of the tomb keepers left behind by King Xian. There seem to be many rules in the village related to the mountain temple behind the miasma. The village chiefs must use their own intelligence to pass through the miasma and reach the mountain temple. They must first give their offerings to the mountain god, and then take something from the mountain temple and bring it back as proof, so that they can become the leader who leads everyone forward.

The current village chief is more optimistic about his eldest son, who is strong and good at hunting and fishing, taking over. Although he loves his youngest son, who is smart, fair and tender and obviously not capable of doing rough work, he does not think highly of him.

However, this youngest son has his own ideas. Over the years, there have been Han people from outside and foreigners with various hair colors and eye colors who want to enter the mountain. He himself has learned a lot about things outside the mountain and wants to go out and explore the world.

That guy was a smart guy. He looked down on everyone else and only targeted Jiang Xinxin and the other two. He even secretly discussed it with his family and future wife. That's why Jiang Xinxin and the others were able to exchange a pair of shrimp-whisker bracelets for so much secret information.

There was nothing enshrined in the mountain god temple. The stone building was covered with layer upon layer of banyan tree roots. If it weren't for Jiang Xinxin's useful spiritual sense and accurate information obtained in advance, no one would have been able to tell that there was a proper mountain god temple hidden under these banyan trees!

As usual, Jiang Jiuri borrowed Jiang Xinxin's Three Poison Swords and started to do hard labor. After a while, he cleared a hole for people to pass through. The three of them walked in one after another and saw that the roots hanging down from the inside of the mountain temple had withered, and the area inside seemed to be quite large. What's more amazing is that even though it was surrounded tightly, it was only slightly darker inside than outside.

Jiang Xinxin could sense that there was indeed a proper mountain god here, but judging by the remaining divine power, he had been dead for thousands of years, and his successor had not been able to return to the throne. But even so, the villages around Zhalong Mountain had been coming here to worship for thousands of years, and the mountain god's legacy was still protecting them from the elements.