Time flies and years form chapters.

Even though he is very old, Ji Jin, a veteran craftsman from Boyan Shiji, still clearly remembers his encounter with the gods at Shoushan Mountain.

I can still clearly remember the soaring figure;

The gracefulness that rides on the wind;

The thunderous roar of the sun;

And...the news of his death is rarely heard from now on.

His sightings were recorded in Shoushan local chronicles, engraved in Shoushan customs, and remain meaningful in Shoushan culture.

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Mo Chuan's eyesight was astonishing, but it was limited to ordinary people.

The tree crown, like green waves, blocked his vision. As he ran between the cliffs, his mind was entirely focused on the hunting falcon.

So after the attack, seeing no more falcon coming, he picked the fruit, jumped into the forest, and disappeared.

Not long after he walked, he stopped.

With a wave of his hand, a teapot fell on the thick withered leaves. Monk Dengcao jumped out with a flattering look on his face, cupped his hands and said:

"Master Dao, did you call me?"

"Here!"

Mo Chuan threw away one of the freshly picked green fruits.

Monk Dengcao quickly stretched out his hand to take it. Unexpectedly, even with the help of someone, the walnut-sized fruit would knock him back nine inches.

"Thank you, Master Dao, for the reward! Thank you, Master Dao, for the reward!"

Monk Dengcao was not angry but overjoyed. He carried the green fruit like a king lifting a cauldron and thanked him again and again. His posture was very funny.

"Since you are a lamp grass spirit, can you understand the method of cultivation?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Does Master Tao mean to plant this fruit core into a tree?" Monk Dengcao asked.

"I have this idea."

"Master Tao, the little monk is made of lamp grass, and the energy and blood all over his body are filled with the energy of the vegetation. He uses the energy of the vegetation to nourish this fruit core. I dare not say anything else, but it is not difficult to urge it to take root and sprout. However, if it wants to bear fruit, it is not the little monk."

This little bit of Taoism can help you ripen."

"Really? Just give it a try first and wait until Pindao sees the results."

Mo Chuan was surprised. He didn't expect that it was really feasible after he asked casually.

"Young monk, please obey the Taoist Master's decree!"

Monk Dengcao bowed quickly.

Mo Chuan nodded and put Monk Dengcao away again with a wave of his hand.

However, he looked at the scenery inside the sacrificial furnace. When he saw Monk Dengcao entering, he couldn't wait to eat the green fruit, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

His so-called cultivation theory is just lip service.

His real purpose was to use Monk Dengcao's words to identify whether the fruit was poisonous.

He has been through a lot of trouble, so he doesn't dare to trust anyone?

Using good as bait is worse than evil.

God knows, did Mr. Shi build the plank road openly but secretly visited Chencang?

Fortunately, looking at it now, it turns out that he was overthinking.

He took out a fruit and nibbled off a bit of the peel, and suddenly a burst of essence and energy, along with the sour taste, poured into his mouth and tongue.

His eyes lit up, he felt it for a while and saw nothing unusual, then he swallowed it in one gulp.

When the pulp enters the abdomen, it immediately turns into billowing energy and disperses into the limbs and bones.

He did not dare to neglect, and quickly adjusted his breath and nourished his Qi, patiently refining it.

Time is like water, passing by.

When Mo Chuan opened his eyes, there was only the last trace of afterglow left in the sky.

"One fruit, two years of practice, no wonder the lamp grass spirit is so excited."

Mo Chuan felt the newly added Taoist line and was surprised and happy in his heart.

It should be noted that he had eaten several incense sticks, but he had only been able to compete for several days, and now he could barely travel for half a year.

Now, if you eat a fruit, you will be able to practice Taoism for two years, which really surprised him!

"No wonder practitioners pay attention to opportunities. If there is no opportunity, how long will it take to survive the bottomless path just by practicing hard?"

"Speaking of which, this fruit is so mysterious. Could there be some treasure hidden under the fruit tree?"

Mo Chuan suddenly thought of the origin of the cymbal in his hand, and with a thought in his heart, he decided to explore Eagle Strike Cliff again.

At this time, the sky was already dark. Fortunately, he practiced the Three Scenery Taoist method and his eyes were like torches, so he was not afraid of the night.

When he arrived at Eagle Strike Cliff, he carefully landed next to a fruit tree and looked around carefully, but found nothing.

However, based on the mystery of the birth of the earth, it was faintly discovered that this cliff seemed to be a section of earth veins.

"Did it come from the energy of the earth's veins?"

Mo Chuan looked at the fruit trees rippling in the night wind, thoughtfully, and left quietly.

The green mountains are scorching and the stars are dim.

Mo Chuan walked through the night, followed the path in his memory, and under the guidance of Qixing, found Shi Gong without any effort.

Under the smooth mountain wall, Shi Gong smiled and cupped his hands and said: "There was a thunder, the sky was clear and the air was clear. Shi, the master of Shoushan Town, is here to thank the Taoist Priest!"

Mo Chuan raised his hand and returned the greeting: "I'm sorry to disturb you. That hunting falcon looks like a mortal body with naked eyes, but it looks like an arrow. It's really powerful."

Shi Gong laughed and said: "No matter how powerful it is, it's not as good as the Taoist Master's Thunder Method!"

Mo Chuan laughed: "If you give me a prize, please give me a prize!"

The two never talked about the fate of the three Chai brothers from beginning to end, but they talked about the ending of the villains both inside and outside their words.

Since Mo Chuan used unpredictable thunder to drive away the falcons and pick the rare and rare fruits, it naturally means that he has fulfilled his agreement and killed the villain.

"The night is long. If the Taoist master is not in a hurry, why not sit down and discuss the Tao?"

Mr. Shi pointed to the simple altar in front of the stone wall. On the altar, two pottery bowls with missing corners were filled with rootless water.

"Haha, what an honor."

Mo Chuan laughed, walked over calmly, sat cross-legged, and at the same time took out the freshly picked green fruit from his arms and handed it over.

"Pin Dao picked three of them, tasted one, and gave one as a gift. He borrowed this flower to offer to the Buddha, and treated it as a small gift while drinking wine. Fellow Taoist, don't blame Pin Tao for being stingy."

Shi Gong looked stunned and said with emotion:

"Shi has been in the mountains for more than thirty years and has never tasted the fruit of the Eagle Strike on the Cliff. Today, he has benefited from fellow Taoist friends."

"you are welcome!"

As the saying goes: A thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation.

Beside the mountain road and under the stone wall, a person and a spirit became more and more energetic as they chatted.

Mo Chuan talked about the foreign affairs in the mountain, and Shi Gong talked about the autumn in the mountain.

One is entering the Tao for the first time, and the other is staying in the mountains. Although he drinks rootless water and tastes the wind of the mountains, it is quite enjoyable to sit and talk about the Tao.

In human terms, it's just like novices pecking each other, no one should look down on the other.

Suddenly, the east is white.

"Yeah, it's dawn."

"yes!"

Shi Gong's face showed a bit of reluctance. The deep mountains are dry and silent. Only those who have tasted it can know it.

"It's time for Pindao to go, Mr. Shi. See you later!"

Mo Chuan stood up and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait."

Shi Gong kept people in his mouth.

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Chuan suddenly turned back and looked at the mountain road.

I saw two familiar figures walking over. They were the master and apprentice of the corpse exorcists whom I had just met the night before.

The pair of master and apprentice corpse exterminators obviously did not expect to see Mo Chuan here again, and their faces could not help but look strange.

Especially Young Corpse Ming, who was so excited that he subconsciously wanted to say hello, but he hesitated and turned to look at the master, and finally lowered his head sadly.
To be continued...