Hearing that Fang Hong agreed, Zhang Yanyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly ordered someone to prepare the best house for the immortals to live in. Fang Hong didn't refuse, and stayed directly.

"Zhang Zhangjiao, why don't you take me to Longhu Mountain tomorrow, the poor road has not come down the mountain for two hundred years, and I actually have a feeling of rustiness here. Before Zhang Yanyu left, Fang Hong grabbed the other party and said with a smile.

"This is nature, Xiaodao is a landlord, of course, we must do a lot of landlord friendship. "Such a good thing, Zhang Yanxiao still can't ask for it, he was already thinking of a way to get close to Fang Hong, and he won't lose the pillow that was sent.

The time of the night passed in a blink of an eye, and within this night, Fang Hong's thoughts swept the Dragon and Tiger Mountain again, whether it was the Shangqing Palace, the Heavenly Master's Mansion or some horns, he carefully probed, but there was no trace. Even, in order to lure that transcendent being out, he also released his own breath. But to his disappointment, he didn't get any feedback.

"Could it be that there is really no transcendence here?" After looking for a long time, there was no movement, which made Fang Hong doubt his judgment a little. Could it be that this Dragon and Tiger Mountain was the most seriously attacked by the Mandate of Heaven because it was too powerful at the beginning, and not a single transcendent existence could be left?

The next day, Zhang Yanlu arrived as promised, and led Fang Hong to tour around, eighty-one views, thirty-six Taoist courtyards and three Taoist palaces, all of which were wandered around.

Through the side knock on Zhang Yanyu, Fang Hong didn't get the information he wanted. This Zhengyi master has no idea about the supernatural things, and what he has learned in his life is also the method of sacrifice, qi cultivation, and alchemy. In today's world of Shinto's destruction, these things of his can only prolong life.

"Shangxian, there is Elephant Trunk Mountain in front. Standing on a high place, Zhang Yanlu wiped the sweat on his forehead, pointed to a mountain in front of him and said. Elephant Trunk Mountain is one of the dragon and tiger mountains, the peak is dozens of zhang high, the shape is like an elephant hanging down its nose to draw water, no wonder it is called Elephant Trunk Mountain.

Fang Hong nodded, however, there was no Taoist temple near Elephant Trunk Mountain, and it was estimated that there would be no transcendent hiding here, so he was not interested in this place.

"Shangxian, this Elephant Trunk Mountain, not only is the peak peculiar, there is also a strange here, I don't know if you have heard of it?" Zhang Yanxiao seemed to see Fang Hong's attitude, so he changed his words and said with a chuckle.

"Oh, is there anything else peculiar? I don't know. Fang Hong was really attracted by his words, and immediately thought towards the mountain.

"On this Elephant Trunk Mountain, between the cliffs, there are hundreds of coffins. Elephant Trunk Mountain is dozens of feet high, smooth all around, impossible to climb, but this coffin is stored in the gap in the middle of the mountain. Some people have rumors that this is carried by ghosts and gods. When he said this, Zhang Yanyu quietly glanced at Fang Hong.

Needless to say, Fang Hong also found the coffin lying between the Elephant Trunk Mountain. The coffins were all made of wood, some were intact, but some were rotten.

While the two were talking, they had come to the foot of Elephant Trunk Mountain. From the bottom up, all the coffins are placed horizontally between the cliffs, but there are no roads in front and behind, which makes it easy for people to connect with ghosts and gods.

Fang Hong looked at some coffins, if he let himself use his magic power to carry them, these coffins could naturally be easily moved. But if you only use mortal means, it will be much more troublesome.

"This place is also a strange scene in my Longhu Mountain, and many great literati have been here. Zhang Yanyu introduced Fang Hong and said, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"It's really rare. Fang Hong nodded and praised him. However, these things are not beautiful to him, at most they are just two sentences of emotion.

Seeing that Fang Hong had no interest in this place, Zhang Yanxiao hurriedly changed his voice, "Shangxian, why don't we go to the Golden Gun Peak for a tour, the Golden Gun Peak mountain stone towers, like a big gun, there was a legend, this is the weapon of the gods, and the scenery is also good......

Since this Golden Gun Peak also has such myths and legends, Fang Hong will not miss it, and is ready to leave with Zhang Yanyu. However, as soon as he took a step under his feet, all of a sudden, his whole body froze, stunned in place.

"Shangxian ......" Zhang Yanyu saw that Fang Hong's face had changed slightly, so he called out tentatively, but was stopped by Fang Hong as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Fang Hong stood in place for about a quarter of an hour, when suddenly, a faint but firm beating came from his thoughts. And the source of this beating is on a dried corpse in a cliff coffin.

The heart of this dry corpse, to be exact.

"Impossible!" Fang Hong's first reaction was disbelief, his previous thoughts swept through this coffin, and he didn't find anything abnormal, but just as he was about to leave, he heard a voice beating in his heart. The voice was weak, and he thought it was a hallucination at first, but when it was the second time, he knew that it was not a hallucination.

However, if it is not an illusion, it is incredible. If a Yin God or Spirit Body could remain for such a long time, Fang Hong believed it, because as long as there were sufficient sacrifices or strong obsessions, it would be able to ensure that the will would not disperse. However, it was beyond his comprehension that a physical body could remain alive even though it had turned into a dried corpse.

Fang Hong practiced the "Taishang Tribulation Method" and "Dragon Walking Elephant Throwing Method", and his physical body had been tempered extremely strong, but he could only ensure that he lived to be more than a hundred years old, and at most his body would not decay after death. However, looking at the degree of decay in the coffin where this dried corpse is located, how can it be two hundred years, how can a person's body survive two hundred years?

"Zhang Zhangjiao, who is buried on this mountain?" After a long time, Fang Hong spoke, asking Zhang Yanyu.

"Shangxian, to be honest, who is buried on this mountain, the trail is not very clear, but these have been in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and there is no way to verify the specific source. Zhang Yanlu said with some embarrassment.

Hearing Zhang Yanxiao say this, Fang Hong's first reaction was to feel strange, how could the coffin where the dried corpse with signs of life was located be hundreds of years old at most, how could it be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. As for the rest of the coffins, it is possible.

The strangeness of this place had already attracted Fang Hong's mind, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, could it be that transcendental, hidden here? This was the first time Fang Hong had encountered a transcendent who did not exist in a mental state, and he really wanted to explore what secrets were behind this.

Moreover, if this method of delaying life can be used on oneself, can it keep one's physical body longer?