The mountain keeper is Jiang Yao's newly recognized master. Go down the mountain for Jiang Yao, return the barren mountain for fifty years of peace, and change Jiang Yao for fifty years without the hardships of the mountain.

It rained all night, thunder and lightning continued, and strong winds continued. Yang Jinghui, who was sleepy, fell on the kang, although he was elegant and did not snore, he still fell asleep.

The narrow kang head did not have Jiang Yao's place, and he didn't close his eyes all night, so he sat in the position where the old man who guarded the mountain before was sitting. Motionless, it became a statuette.

The mountain is full of evil spirits, and it is not only this mountain, in this kind of weather, there is always any situation, and Jiang Yao sitting in the house does not know. It's just that I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I hope that the old man can live to let me see him again, and kneel down to bow down to the righteous mountain guard.

In the second half of the night, the sky gradually brightened, the rain became lighter, the thunder faded, and the strong winds weakened. The hazy morning after the rain has washed away all the sins and filths of the world.

All the bad weather stopped, and it began to rain again. An autumn rain and a cold, and will this autumn rain really make the old man suffer from the wind chill?

"I don't know what happened to Master." Jiang Yao couldn't suppress it anymore and woke up Yang Jinghui who was sleeping.

"Xiaozheng, everyone has their own destiny and destiny. The old man chose to end up in this way, and we better respect it. Yang Jinghui sat on the kang head, looking at the hazy drizzle outside the window, so comfortable.

"I don't care about the destiny of heaven, I want to see the master for the last time, no matter what the final outcome is, I have no regrets." Jiang Yao's words were all requests to Yang Jinghui.

"Okay." Yang Jinghui nodded, and after getting up, he didn't have the slightest sleepiness, which is also the cultivation of a cultivator. Yang Jinghui then stretched out his fingers and calculated, and looked at Jiang Yao with a smile and said, "Yes, although I go down the mountain, your master is at the bottom of the mountain, it's just ......."

"Okay, big brother, let's go." Jiang Yao got up to leave, but then found a rare pen and paper in the outroom, and left a note for Ankang Shan Hang, who was still asleep.

The wind and drizzle, two people who were more than ten years apart, hurried down the mountain. Passing through the mountain road, Yang Jinghui noticed that the barren mountain really did not have a trace of evil spirit, but was full of vitality under the infiltration of rain.

"With this move of the old-timers, I'm afraid that there won't be any major events in the barren mountains in fifty or sixty years." Yang Jinghui secretly admired, but his expression was gloomy.

"How?" Jiang Yao asked puzzled.

"Manpower is better than heavenly power, and cultivation is the damage to inheritance. The old-timers are afraid that their lives will not be long. Yang Jinghui will finally just speak.

Jiang Yao didn't reply again, but just sped up the pace of going down the mountain, and Yang Jinghui, who had long legs, couldn't help but follow.

At this time, the descent is accompanied by a refreshing morning breeze, giving the outside a brisk. And Jiang Yao followed Yang Jinghui, who was holding a compass in his hand and calculating all the way, and finally found the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in a hidden cave behind the mountain.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Yao walked in disbelief to this hunched old man with a small hill and droopy eyelids.

"Yaozi, your master is ...... Mourn thou. Yang Jinghui also stretched out his hand, and then couldn't bear to say directly.

Jiang Yao never knew about the apprenticeship of this own sect, but he still knelt deep in front of the old man, kowtowed three times, and couldn't afford it for a long time.

Xu is caused by the will of God, which is really the intention of the old man. Jiang Yao, who couldn't kneel for a long time, finally found a white silk pinned between the old man's shabby clothes.

The silk reads as follows:

The faction that guards the mountain is to my end. But in the end, I was destined to receive a high-ranking disciple who glorified my sect. Or I have no chance to tell the secret, but I write it on thin silk, and I hope that the disciples will know it. Although the mountain I received has always been lied to be a barren mountain, my master once said that there is one of them, and you must not spread it in vain, but only tell your own disciples. This mountain is Zhou Mountain, and its correspondence is not Zhou. It is rumored that people who are destined to pass through this mountain and reach the Zhou Divine Mountain, can enter the heavenly realm. Guarding the mountain and inheriting it for thousands of years is the secret.

Jiang Yao read it with tears in his eyes, wrapped the handkerchief, and put it close to his body. Although it is a top-secret matter of this sect, as soon as the book is opened, Yang Jinghui reads it together.

The two of them knew the legend of the Gonggong angrily touching Buzhou Mountain back then, and they even knew that Buzhou Mountain was a mountain leading to the divine realm. It's just that both of them were surprised that a dilapidated barren mountain in the northeast was actually their way.

Jiang Yao looked at the deceased old man in front of him again, and bowed three times.

Although Yang Jinghui got up, he kept calculating. Until he waved his hand and said: "Jiang Yao, it is normal for people to be born, old, sick and dead, and besides, I just calculated that this cave is an excellent place for feng shui, and it should be chosen by the old man himself before his death." The old-timers have guarded the mountains and respected the mountains all their lives, and they are buried in this cave after leaving, which is in response to the heavenly principle of the cycle of cause and effect. ”

Yang Jinghui is a careful calculation, and then the place of burial. Jiang Yao reached out to carry the loose old master, and the mountain keeper carried it on his back, and his thin neck, which was full of wrinkles and spots, also drooped to Jiang Yao's shoulder.

walked more than ten meters away, stopped at the position pointed by Yang Jinghui, and then the two of them relied on the stone stick taught by the old man before his death, and dug a deep pit for the old man. The tools are limited, and the manpower is also limited, the two are tireless, reluctant to work day and night, and finally put the old man in the deep pit.

Jiang Yao dug with a stick, and it took a lot of effort to do it, and after the deed was done, he fell asleep in front of the old man's grave.

When Jiang Yao woke up again, Yang Jinghui beside him was also asleep.

Jiang Yao, whose eyes were black and confused, looked at the originally bright cave entrance, but it was extremely dark at the moment, and he woke up Yang Jinghui and said, "Brother Yang, do you think the outside is not dealing with it?" ”

Yang Jinghui beat his spirits and looked outside, only to feel very strange, as if he was blocked by a black curtain.

The two of them no longer hesitated, and staggered to the entrance of the cave. When I realized that there was a huge black object on the other side, I looked up and saw that there was only a few meters of light in the sky.

Between the two mountains, a line of sky.

……

In front of him, a high mountain was born.

Jiang Yao looked at Yang Jinghui, whose eyebrows were stretched, and said, "No, Zhoushan." ”