"Historical Records: Xiaowu Benji" records: "Those who enter the sea to seek Penglai will say that Penglai is not far away, and those who cannot reach it will not see their breath."

According to Qin Kun's understanding, this sentence means that people who are not qualified to enter Penglai Mountain can't even see the outline of his breath.

Since ancient times, you can look at people, feng shui, and mountains. The qi is divided into black and purple, the red main wealth, which is the gas of great wealth, the black main luck, which is the gas of great calamity, and the purple main life, which is the qi of the noble.

People have qi, and so do mountains.

Seeing Penglai Mountain, and stepping into Penglai Mountain, are two completely different experiences.

From the outside, Penglai Mountain is no different from ordinary mountains, once you step into a certain range, a refreshing breath comes to your face, purple gas lingers, good luck is the head, the fairy treasure is that kind, you arrive at this place, you are sure that you can hand over good luck.

"This taste...... I feel like I can live longer when I smell it......"

The smell of the mountain is so good, Wang Qian's nose flutters, and the fairy qi entering his nose seems to be able to turn into a trickle of clear spring, washing his heart and lungs, and he is almost intoxicated when he inhales it, and after a few more breaths, the distracting thoughts and worries in his brain disappear completely, and the real state of emptiness feels sublimated from the inside out.

The fog is vast, Wang Qian is fluttering, and no matter how fierce the competition for immortal jade is outside, it can't affect the slightest charm here.

The empty valley silk and bamboo are melodious, the waterwheel is turning, and the golden gate and jade are hidden in the mist halfway up the mountain, the mountain is not big, but it is enough to exceed Qin Kun's imagination of the immortal mountain.

Wang Fatzi turned into a small plane and circled forward like a pill, Qin Kun shook his head helplessly, he also enjoyed it, and he would not let himself go like this.

The stone steps in the forest were covered with moss, and the tigers, cranes, apes and deer roamed wantonly, and when everyone was shocked by the grandeur of the fairy in front of them, Wang Gan, who was flying, felt a pain in his buttocks and came back to his senses: "Who attacked me?!" ”

Wang Gan turned around suddenly, and found that it was a deer that bit the talisman bag behind Wang Gan's buttocks, and saw Wang Gan stop, and the deer chewed the talisman paper in the talisman bag, relishing.

Wang Gan pushed away the deer's head, the deer blinked his eyes and sniffed several other talisman bags, Wang Gan hurriedly dodged away, the deer was stupid, kicked Wang Gan with his hind legs, twisted his butt and left.

"I ...... Damn ......"

Wang Qian couldn't cry or laugh when he saw the hoof prints on his stomach: "Qin Kun, this deer is too rampant...... We might as well slaughter it. ”

"the ass. The breath of a mountain, to put it bluntly, is the gathering of spiritual things in the mountain, whether it is flowers and trees in Penglai Mountain, or tigers, cranes, apes and deer, all of them are full of purple gas, and the purple gas of that deer is extremely rich, maybe it is which immortal monarch. You are a disciple of the Dao Sect, and the Immortal Monarch dares to slaughter it? ”

High-dimensional life can enter low-dimensional cause and effect, and the spiritual objects in the mountain may really be the body of the immortal monarch, or they may have saved the life of a certain celebrity on a certain day in a certain year, month, and year, Wang Gan scratched his head, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, or he should be kicked by the fairy grandfather.

Going up the mountain, the surroundings are still full of fairy rhyme, but the atmosphere is slowly becoming weird.

It's the sound!

At first, you can still see traces of the activities of fairy beasts and spiritual creatures at the bottom of the mountain, and there are also slender figures, and the higher you go, the more deserted they become, and those golden jade universes are getting taller and taller. But the sound of silk and bamboo was far away, and those figures disappeared from time to time, and they didn't speak, just smiled, which was quite weird.

On the side of the road, a fierce tiger was lying there napping, suddenly smelled the smell of Qin Kun and a few people, looked over, Qin Kun and the others slowly approached, the tiger sneezed, seemed to not like the smell on them, got up and walked away.

"Master Qin, someone in that building is spying on us!"

After the tiger left, the brown bear held up a sign and came to Qin Kun with a serious face, Qin Kun saw the words on it and replied, "Don't be nosy." ”

The sound of silk and bamboo is getting farther and farther, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, on the mountainside, there are some figures at the door of many immortals, watching them climb the mountain, and when Qin Kun and his party came to the door, they disappeared.

It's like a ghost.

"These people...... I'm afraid it's a projection, right? Chu Qianxun muttered in a low voice.

The aborigines of Sanxian Island are not yet immortals, but these people in Penglai Mountain are not sure.

There is no sound, no movement, it appears and disappears from time to time, to say that these people and those villagers are the same identity, Chu Qianxun does not believe it.

Immortal Mountain...... Everyone only now felt that even if they were in the Immortal Spiritual Mountain, they were separated from the real Immortal Immortal, and they felt even more awkward than when they stepped into the Yin Cao. The identity is different, and you don't have the qualifications to chat with them?

Two-thirds of the way up the mountain.

An open place, it seemed to be a bazaar, there were many people, as the mist appeared and disappeared, Qin Kun walked towards the bazaar, and the place he passed by, but there was no one around.

Is it a spatial dislocation?

Or is there really an invisible boundary wall here, where everyone can only see each other, but can't enter the area where the other party is staying?

In my ears, the wind is whistling. The bazaar looked very lively, but it was silent, although those people didn't get along with Qin Kun and them in the same space, they didn't seem to like the smell on them, and when they saw them coming, they avoided them one after another.

was disgusted all the way, at the end of the market, Qin Kun suddenly saw an acquaintance.

Abbot Mountain, the middle-aged scholar who once said that he had killed immortals!

"Little brother, don't come unharmed."

The scholar held the bamboo slip and sat down in a rocking chair and beckoned.

"I've seen you, sir." Qin Kun returned the salute.

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "You are very confused? ”

Qin Kun nodded: "There are so many people, why can I only hear Mr.'s voice?" ”

"There are five immortals in the universe, divided into heaven and earth, gods, men and ghosts, can you hear the ghosts talking?"

"Yes." Qin Kun replied.

"Why can't ordinary people hear it?"

Qin Kun pondered.

"Ghosts and immortals are actually still ghosts, even if they break their lives, they can't talk about immortals. Human immortals are the lowest level of immortals. For example, Xinglinjun, such as me! ”

If the middle-aged person's gaze is substantial, he will speak to the point.

The corners of Qin Kun's eyes jumped: "What does Mr. mean, these people are probably higher-level immortals?" For example, immortals? That's why I can't hear what they're saying. ”

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go." Now that you know the answer, you don't have to stay here. The five turbidities and evil qi all over the body hit the face, and it did not pollute the cleanness of the fairy mountain. ”

Qin Kun took his leave and left here.

The middle-aged man sneered: "The lackey of the Heavenly Oracle...... It's really here. I'm afraid it won't be easy to join the WTO in the future......"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding bazaar suddenly disappeared, and the middle-aged scholar appeared in a dark and dark hall, and on the throne not far away, was a vague figure.

"Lie Yukou, it seems that you have a big opinion of me?"

The figure had no fixed voice, and the sound waves were undulating, harsh or low, as noisy as a thousand accents.

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "Heavenly oracle, this kind of scary method, you don't need to play tricks on me." Since you have raised so many lackeys, given them the privilege of walking cause and effect, and are not allowed to set foot in the ranks of human immortals, what are you trying to do so much? ”

The vague figure chuckled: "Among the five immortals, ghosts do not enter the stream, and human immortals are the most humble, but some of them are more powerful than human immortals." The boundary wall of the two worlds of humans and ghosts is thinner than the boundary wall here, so naturally there will be things that don't have long eyes to make things happen. Since I want to clean up those disobedient things and stabilize the order in the world, if I arrange for you and give you merit, will you go? ”

The middle-aged scholar sneered: "Who will go to such a dirty place." ”

"But someone has to do the dirty work. So, don't point fingers at my people in the future. ”

The middle-aged scholar said indifferently: "Then remember to remind them that when I go to the world, don't meddle with me." ”

The vague figure smiled dumbly: "You are already detached, you have to enter the world to play, and it is also their duty to treat you as a pickle." ”

"You...... God, what's in it for you? ”

"It's just the duty."

"You don't miss Hongchen?"

"People who are not in the red dust, naturally they have no interest there."

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