The rain is falling, and the drizzle of March spring is gratifying in the eyes and fragrant in the nose.

The light rain of Qingcheng Mountain is colorful, moistening the tender green grass and staining the pink, white and purple flowers. At a glance, the grass is colored, the warm sun dissolves gold, and the canopy as if it has been washed appears extremely low and pure.

The towering peaks of the mountains pave some mystery for the depth of this smoke and rain. Halfway up the mountain, the white clouds and mist are shrouded, and the charm of the ancient times sets off all this like a fairyland. Just halfway up the mountainside, under the shade of red and verdant grass and trees, there is a secluded cave that is not big or small.

"Open the door!" Lao Tzu asked you to open the door of the cave, did you hear me!" The rude invective fell along with the smashing of pickaxes and shovels, and it seemed too abrupt and discordant in such a godly realm, "Bah, monster!" The strong man who roared happily in his voice snorted angrily and scolded again.

Seeing this, the rest of the followers also picked up the pickaxe in their hands and smashed and cursed at the entrance of the cave covered by the big stone pile.

For a while, Qingcheng Mountain, which was originally quiet, seemed to have been blown up, ping-pong, roaring and shouting, which finally created a momentum-like liveliness.

However, no matter how the mountain village man at the entrance of the cave tried his best and roared to slam the door and shout, the Fahua Taoist who sat peacefully with a straw mat in the cave just couldn't breathe.

"Real him......" Another noise that was more annoying than killing pigs and slaughtering cattle whistled past, and Fahua Daoist couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but he finally restrained this urge to scold his mother, took a breath and pinched the trick with his left hand, and put on a pose to regain his luck.

"Hey-" The good temper in the cave doesn't scold the mother, and the group of menacing people outside don't care about you, "Play dead, right?

With such a roar, I saw the villagers in the mountains and fields with pickaxes and shovels behind him rushing up, like a gust of wind, like a burst of black clouds, buzzing and smashing the stone barrier of the cave door.

There was a loud bang, and the door of the cave, which was not as tight as it looked, was finally smashed open and scattered.

The sudden loud noise startled the Fahua Daoist who was concentrating on cultivation. His three souls and seven spirits were out of his body, and he was interrupted halfway, and he didn't have time to all of them to be classified into the heavenly spirits: "Ah-" Qi Luck Dantian, a cathartic roar.

This roar was meant to bring the out-of-body soul back to its place quickly, and it was not malicious, but it still scared the reckless and ignorant intruders half to death.

After a while, the leader stabilized his breath, boldly ran a few steps over, and rushed to the Fahua bear who was sitting on the straw mat with a fork on his waist, and stared at him with tiger eyes: "Where did you come from!" That formation, if you put a tiger skin skirt around your waist and change the pickaxe into an iron rod in your hand, you will get rid of a Monkey King. Oh no, rushing to this body and this face, it should be the second senior brother.

The Fahua Daoist, whose soul had not yet fully recovered, slowly raised his head and looked at him in confusion: "Oh, that's not right. Frowning and puzzled, "You broke into my place, why did you ask me who I am, and scolded me so rudely?"

When someone saw him like this, he didn't plan to talk to him more: "Am I rude?" he pretended to be stunned, and then re-rounded his eyes that were about to crack again, "My mother-in-law said that there are gods in the cave halfway up the mountain, and she rushed over with a group of old ladies before dawn every day, and she burned paper and incense to make a vow to worship, and the feeling is that you are such a thing......" He snorted and raised his voice, "Are you tired of running here to pretend to be a ghost!"

The group of villagers behind him had already rushed over intermittently, surrounding the leader. Seeing the leader speak, they all nodded in agreement.

"What?" this time it was the turn of the Lotus Dao people, and they felt strange in their eyes. Just after coming and going, he had smoothed the conditioning of his body's qi, blood and soul, and now he frowned and muttered to himself while pinching the trick and smoothing his qi, "After two months of retreat, I have become an immortal?" He is really innocent, even he himself does not know that he "became an immortal", and it is really difficult to understand where the saying of "there are immortals in the cave" came from.