Chapter 1: The Transformation of Xuangui Mountain
The night has always been so mysterious, it has always been so charming, and it has always been so full of reverie. Everything starts at night and lasts until dawn.
The night breeze gently tickles the corners of the eyes, the hair floats gently, walking outside to enjoy the gift of the night rain, it is so gentle, caressing the face is cool and cool, sliding on the corners of the mouth salty, sweet, all the heaviness and melancholy can be washed away, may everyone in the world be happy to smile.
Although there are no stars and no moon hanging high on this night, it is strangely beautiful, the night is sultry, dark and quiet, the raindrops are dripping into the heart, and the water ripples like thoughts. People are sometimes good for forgetting, just as the night will pass quickly, leaving a faint memory, and welcoming the dawn of hope.
The weather is sunny at the beginning of the day, after the rain is as new, the mountains are picturesque, an ordinary and somewhat thin teenager walks on the mountain path, the verdant mountains are the masterpieces of nature, in it, the leaves shade the sun, submerge the figure, leaving only the wisps of fragrance, in this natural oxygen bar to share appropriately, share a tranquility, share a coolness.
The pieces of peach blossoms are ashamed of the caress of the spring breeze, and their faces are shy, pink and charming, and the bright red is amazing. There are also very low wildflowers, patches of purple, yellow, piles of white, and fierce and beautiful, and there are characters with such personalities in spring.
Outside the mountains, green trees and trees, every petal is shining with warm sunlight, and every leaf is swaying with a happy smile.
The boy walked to the field, where the small trees stood tall and staring at the sky, the wheat seedlings in the field were competing to rise tall and vigorous, and the bees and butterflies on the cauliflower were circling and dancing to and fro. The green of the leaves always makes people's hearts soft as water, the flowers are always as bright as fire, the clarity of water always makes people's hearts like a flat mirror, and the beauty of spring always makes people have a long aftertaste.
The footsteps do not stop but do not feel tired, everything in the world is only the outline of beauty.
The boy walked to the river, the water was pounding and flowing, never stopping his cheerful footsteps, looking at the large and small, black, white and white pebbles under his feet, barefoot, stepping on the hard under his feet, picking up smooth white river pebbles, and from time to time throwing down a piece of river water that fell into the crystal clear water, stirring up a circle of splashes, with an innocent appearance.
Holding a handful of water and sticking it to your face, what a refreshing feeling flows into your heart. The water is not quiet like quiet, the stone is the stone and the stone is not finished, the water is not the water heart is like stopping the water, the spring breeze is urging people to get drunk, I don't know what is the beginning and what is the end of heaven and earth.
The young man tilted his head and looked at the emerald green Xuangui Mountain in front of him, then pulled up his trousers, put on his shoes, and walked straight to the top of the mountain, the breeze was cool, and he climbed up the mountain step by step with brisk small steps, the mountain was full of all kinds of wild flowers, all kinds of rattan and weeds and branches, and the bare boulders that could be seen everywhere were accompanied by red soil, the mountain road was difficult to walk, and the young man climbed to the middle of the mountain and his forehead was slightly sweaty, so he sat on a big stone and rested for a while, and then continued to climb the mountain step by step, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
The boy stood on the top of the high mountain, looking lonely at the bottom of the mountain, the outline of the mountain is really like a huge turtle lying here motionless, everywhere the mountains are lined with rocks and cliffs.
There is a big lake in front of the mountain, the lake water is clear, there are fish, small turtles swimming back and forth in it, a small temple name by the lake says: Yuquantan Temple, a main hall, a huge square tripod incense burner in front of the main hall, a few wisps of green smoke float out slightly in the incense burner, two side halls next to the main hall, a memorial arch in front of the side hall stands on the side of the big lake and the side hall mountain rock is the entrance of the temple.
The road between the archway and the main hall is full of many Bodhisattva Buddha statues, a gray plain-clothed monk quietly sits in front of the incense burner at the entrance of the main hall silently, there is a kind of antique flavor.
There is only one isolated stupa on the top of the mountain that seems to be three layers, I don't know how many years of history, the tower is covered with moss and weeds, the mottled green bricks and old tree roots all appear to be tattered, but the tower still stands upright there, the head is raised to the sky, the tower door is a one-person size door made of green bricks, the blue bricks in the tower are depicted with various Bodhisattva Buddhas, the layers are opposite, as if guarding something, enter the ancient tower and a cool air hits, fresh and penetrating the body, feel relaxed.
Fifteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoyao has nothing to do on the weekend, and he is going to take the high school entrance examination this summer, and his grades are usually average, but this time he happened to go out by himself, relax and want to take a good look at what is strange about this ancient tower that has existed for I don't know how many years.
Listen to the adults in the village said, a long time ago, there was a legend of the immortal descending to the world to manifest the supernatural power of the Nantianmen on Leshan, at that time, the cultivation of immortals prevailed, Leshan is the famous Taoist mountain in the Central Plains, the Sui and Tang dynasties are the famous Taoist blessed land, there are Wanshou Palace, Yuzhen Palace, Xuandu Palace, Nanhai Palace, Doumu Palace, Lingying Palace, Yuxu Palace, Zixiao Palace, Zhulong Temple, Qunxian Temple, Baitai Palace, etc.
There are Scorpion Mountain, Ant Mountain, North and South Peach Mountain, Xuangui Mountain, Xiu Mountain, etc., Scorpion Mountain, Ant Mountain, Xuangui Mountain, these mountains are all formed after the big demon of Chengjing is made by many great powers such as immortals and Bodhisattvas and uses mana to suppress the body, and the North and South Taomu Mountain is the two big mountains that Erlang Zhenjun took to lay down the immortal array to intercept and besiege the big demon.
Xiushan has a beautiful legend, the fairy Xiu'er fairy in the sky saw the suffering of the world, and the people were harmed by the big demon, causing the people to live in misery and living in dire straits, and the fairy Xiu'er went down to stop the big demon from harming people, I don't know if it was a tragic war or how?
Xiu'er Fairy was seriously injured, her mana was completely wiped out but she was rescued by a young man who chopped wood, maybe it was a long-term relationship, the two made a private lifelong agreement, Xiu'er decided never to go back, she wanted to accompany him through this life.
But the last vengeful demon captured the wood-chopping boy alive, and put forward the condition that the young man must die, and the young man committed suicide in order to prevent his beloved Xiu'er from being threatened and persecuted by the big demon, Xiu'er ignored thousands of years of practice and moved to a mountain to exhaust his life and the big demon died together, she and her beloved wood-chopping boy Lang slept together under this Xiushan forever.
Xuangui Mountain is a thousand-year-old Xuangui by the Xuangui Mountain, this ancient tower on the mountain is a long, long time ago the hanging platform Taoist Palace, the Baitai Palace of the masters and Buddhist monks used a variety of Taoism and Buddhism magic power to condense, used to suppress this Xuangui Mountain, the soil of Xuangui Mountain is red for the Xuangui flesh and blood, thousands of years ago this Xuangui often called for water for harm.
Nearby villages are often flooded, and people move to higher ground, and when the flood recedes, a stone river is formed near the mountain in front of the mountain. Zhang Xiaoyao's village is on the highest hill on the north bank of the Shihe River, named Nigang.
Zhang Xiaoyao looked around the tower except for the blue brick statues, portraits and burned incense candles can no longer see anything strange, so Zhang Xiaoyao sat at the gate of the tower and looked boredly at the distance of the mountain one village after another, looking in the direction of his home, at this moment suddenly heard the hissing sound in the grass, a small child calf thickness python is swimming in the direction of the ancient tower.
For fifteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoyao, the first time he encountered such a big python, he was so frightened that he sat there and didn't dare to move, his face was full of horror, and he heard the adults say that such a big python can swallow a little lamb, and the big python was so close to Zhang Xiaoyao's eyes that there were only five steps left, Zhang Xiaoyao closed his eyes and silently recited: "Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless." ”
Kicked hard and retreated into the ancient tower, but accidentally touched the green brick at the bottom of the tower, ah!
At this time, the python also drilled into the tower in an instant, the black and white light in the tower flickered non-stop, and a light and shadow appeared on a black and white bead, and the bead instantly disappeared into Zhang Xiaoyao's head, but the big python that rushed into the ancient tower burst directly.
The snake blood drenched Zhang Xiaoyao's head and face, and the snake gall happened to fall on Zhang Xiaoyao's bleeding head, and the snake blood and snake gall bladder were directly integrated into it, but unfortunately Zhang Xiaoyao didn't know all this, if he saw it, he couldn't be scared half to death, how could the snake gall bladder and so much snake blood disappear from his head, everything was done in an instant.
Zhang Xiaoyao dreamed that he had returned to an unknown place, the people here were so strange, they were all wearing long linen clothes and Taoist clothes, with big sleeves, as if it was ancient, this world was a world of cultivating Taoism, witchcraft, ghost arts, and Buddhism.
This continent is called Xianyuan Continent is divided into five regions, namely: the East China Sea, the North Cold Region, the West Desert Region, the Southern Territory and the Central Plains Heavenly Region, the East China Sea is basically composed of tens of thousands of islands, all kinds of people on the island come and go and even travel by big boats, all kinds of giant monsters and sea monsters cruising under the water are hideous and terrifying, and the endless ocean accounts for two-thirds of the area of the entire Xianyuan Continent.
The perennial weather in the northern cold region is bitter cold and covered with wind and snow, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, and occasionally the city buildings appear sacred and majestic.
The westernmost part of the Western Desert Domain is an endless desert, and there is occasionally the tranquility of an oasis in the desert, and only a quarter of the area close to the Central Plains Heavenly Domain has dozens of cities built to resist the invasion of wind and sand spirit beasts.
At the southernmost tip of the southern frontier is the 100,000 Great Mountain, which is full of mountains, dense forests, birds, animals, and people who worship the gods and goddesses.
Only the Central Plains Heavenly Domain is surrounded by the four domains of east, west, north and south, the soil is fertile, the aura is abundant, and the population is also very dense, any big city is tens of millions of people and is a forest of commercial buildings, restaurants, shops, business travelers and monks from the south to the north are endless, so lively, of course, there are a large part of the scattered cultivators who are cultivating in various continents, they have no sects, everything depends on themselves, they are always shopping, struggling to fight for their lives with others, and fight for their lives with the sky.