Lao Dao and Qin Chuan hurried slowly, and finally arrived at the Taoist Temple before dark, so tired that Qin Chuan was out of breath and didn't want to speak. At this moment, the Mataling layer of forests is dyed, the maple leaves are frost red, only this sky, sparsely populated, and there are mountains and mountains to cover, those who are not familiar with the sheep intestine trail can not enter, it is really a good paradise.

This trip into the city wanted to buy some things for the winter, and by the way to buy some food for the tooth sacrifice, who knew that the two of them stopped and stopped along the way, consuming most of their physical strength, and the sauce beef was eaten by the two of them, and the wine in the wine bag was naturally empty.

"Well, we're going to have to nibble on hemp cakes again. Qin Chuan opened the cloth bag and looked at the sauce beef, seeing that there were only two large pieces, according to the gluttony of the old way, it would be eaten up in less than three days, and the next long day of heavy snow sealing the mountain, but how to pass it, Qin Chuan's face was full of melancholy.

Seeing this, Lao Dao naturally knew what Qin Chuan was thinking, his eyes looked at the mountains in front of him, which was already wrapped in a piece of gold, and the chestnut forest not far away was also full of brown, it seemed that autumn had reached the deep mountains, if he didn't take advantage of the good weather at this time to prepare for preparations, the next days would really be as Qin Chuan said, and he was going to gnaw hemp cakes.

"The rabbit cub is leaving, he hasn't been home for a few days, he must be in the dust, so hurry up and clean up. Lao Dao squinted, looking at this thing in the mountains and really loved it, and urged Qin Chuan to say.

Qin Chuan sat on the ground, already weak, hearing the words of the old Tao, he also reluctantly got up, patted the fallen leaves on his buttocks, and walked forward without a word.

The mountain road was rugged, and it didn't seem far, but it took two hours for the two of them to walk one after the other.

The Taoist temple of this horse stepping ridge is located in the mountains at the junction of the three states, it is sparsely populated, and few people know it, and because the mountains are sinister, there are many jackals and beasts, and because there are no resources such as natural materials and earth treasures, so there is no one else except the farmers and hunters who fled in the mountains. But such a small settlement, with only a few dozen people, is not comfortable living a self-sufficient life.

But even here, the Taoist temple in Mataling is also separated by several hours from other people, because the Taoist temple is located on the top of the cliff! Only a ladder made of vines can pass through, and there is no other way, even if it is a strong martial artist, it is impossible to jump up and reach the position of the Taoist temple.

When Qin Chuan was a child, he climbed this ladder leading to the outside and always complained, saying that the old Tao why didn't he move out, with the three-inch tongue of the two, he could fool a lot of simple people, and when the time came, he would build a new Taoist temple outside the flat land, and at the same time recruit some fellow Taoists, and increase the lottery to interpret dreams.

Every time Qin Chuan asked like this, Lao Dao always pulled his beard and said: "The sky wears its firmament, the earth walks on its yellow, standing on the top of this cliff, sparsely populated, and naturally it is only one side that is pure." This is beneficial to us cultivators. Moreover, this radius of 100 miles belongs to our Mataling, which is convenient for us to get in touch with the first wisp of heaven and earth aura, help me cultivate the talisman seal, and repair the inscription. At the same time, it is also very beneficial to eliminate the stubborn diseases in your body, otherwise you would really think that I like to stay in this place where lightning strikes. ”

Qin Chuan took the old words: "Not only is it easy to be struck by lightning, but it can freeze to death in the middle of the night." Can't we really change places?"

Mata Ling is the highest point of the surrounding mountains, the weather is cold, Qin Chuan sometimes thinks that the old Tao is not enough, because he is looking for a place, fooling the simple people in the mountains, otherwise why not go to the Taoist temple in the city to interpret the dream for others? The face is full of meat, even if the secular cultivators who go to the Taoist temple to help every month, they have a lot of money, and they can often go to the restaurant to be happy, which is like himself and the old Taoist, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they can only eat meat once a month, which is really a drought and a waterlogging.

However, the old way is right, this horse stepping ridge is indeed a place that is prone to lightning strikes. There are a lot of towering trees around the Taoist temple, the branches are luxuriant, and even many of them grow on the edge of the cliff, and the roots are intertwined and self-contained. Every thunderstorm season, many towering trees are always struck by lightning, causing a lot of Taoist temples to be scorched black, but the strange thing is that Qin Chuan and the old Tao have never been injured by the thunderstorm, the old Tao said that it is for the surrounding people to untie the knots, there are a lot of good karma, but Qin Chuan never believed.

Qin Chuan and Lao Dao walked for a long time, through the scattered terraced fields in the mountains, greeted the surrounding mountain village farmers familiarly, went to a place surnamed Wang to get a newly made quilt, and then arrived at the perimeter of the vine ladder.

This vine ladder seems to hang directly from the top of the cliff, hanging in a straight line, which is terrifying. At the bottom of the cliff, it is a grassy land, a lot of small stones are exposed, it can be seen that a lot of grass has condensed dew, the mountain is slightly cold, it is easy to frost, which is very dangerous for climbing the vine ladder, if you are not careful to slip, the consequences are unimaginable.

Qin Chuan carried a heavy quilt on his back, wrapped it around his waist with a circle of small vines next to him, felt relieved, and took out a piece of vine to wrap around again, there is nothing wrong with being careful, after all, the crabs in Qingzhou have not been tasted, but they can't fall off the cliff and leave regrets.

"Old Dao, you said that in this world, there are strong people who can climb up without the help of this vine ladder?" Qin Chuan tightened the vines around his waist and asked casually. "I'm talking about people, not apes or anything like that. ”

"Yes, but you haven't seen it, and you probably won't see it again. Lao Dao said behind his back, seemingly ignoring Qin Chuan's words.

"What, is there really such a strong man? Is it feasible for the black and white two people we met in Bison Pass earlier? Qin Chuan's interest increased greatly, and he didn't climb the vines first, but turned around and asked, after all, every time he climbed this vine ladder, he was indeed frightened, if he could have the exercises to climb the cliff, Qin Chuan would rather not eat meat for half a year in exchange.

When Lao Dao heard Qin Chuan's words, he smiled slightly, showed his yellow teeth and said: "I can't do it, how can those two people be feasible? Are you a cultivator a bird or beast, so agile? This cliff is covered with moss, extremely slippery, and ordinary cultivators only use the aura of heaven and earth to hide it in their bodies, not really possess it, let alone turn it into their own aura." Can climb up without the help of this vine ladder ladder, there are indeed a few people in this world, in my impression, many sect masters of the hermit world can, the city guards of the capital can, street ghosts, wine can, and a few others can also, in addition, hehe, I'm afraid it's difficult. ”

Qin Chuan muttered, "What kind of wine?" I've never heard of it, it must have been made up by you, right?" The old man spoke too fast, and Qin Chuan didn't hear it clearly.

Lao Dao glanced at the sky, didn't bother to pay attention to Qin Chuan, and urged behind him: "Hurry up, it's almost dark."

When Qin Chuan heard this, he hurriedly started.