Wuling Mountain is located in a remote area of Wenzhou. Its altitude is more than 2,300 meters, the mountain is steep, the forest is green, and the top of the mountain is covered with clouds and mist all the year round.

It is rumored that more than 1,000 years ago, five brothers became immortals on this mountain, and Wuling Mountain was named after it.

"Hello uncle, may I ask Wuling Mountain, but you are going in this direction?" Fu Cheng half-bowed, pointed to the front of the road, and asked the old man sitting cross-legged on the stake beside him.

The old man was about sixty years old, wearing a slightly shabby Mao suit, holding a black dry tobacco pouch in his hand, squinting his eyes, and swallowing clouds and mist.

Hearing this, the old man opened his eyes, squinted at Fu Cheng, and said in Mandarin mixed with dialect and vernacular while gesturing: "Yes, three kilometers forward here, you can see the stream, flow through the stream, walk along the mountain road on the opposite bank for three or five hours to reach the top of the mountain, and then go down the mountain from the other side, go straight for half an hour, and then reach the foot of the Wuling Mountain." ”

"Let's go. The old man paused slightly, took two puffs of dry tobacco, and continued: "Wuling Mountain is majestic and steep, the slope starts from the foot of the mountain to increase gradually, and there is no road to excavate, which can be described as a rare place for people. ”

"What, the next life wants to climb to the top of Wuling Mountain?"

Without waiting for Fu Cheng to answer, the old man said: "If this is the case, the old man advises you to give up and go back, this Wuling Mountain is not something that ordinary people can climb, I see that you are white and clean, and your body is weak, if you want to climb Wuling Mountain, I am afraid it will be difficult." ”

Fu Cheng, a person from Yongjia, is seventy in his twenties this year, one meter eighty-one tall, looks delicate and handsome, looks like a young Asian beautiful man in a certain city martial arts, and his figure is the kind of "thin in clothes, fleshy in undressing" that most people envy, which is by no means the weakness that the old man thinks.

Since he was a child, Fu Cheng has liked the TV series "Journey to the West", watching the Monkey King flying into the sky and destroying demons on TV, and he was envious. And the elders in the family often talk about all kinds of immortal miracles in addition to being full of wine and food, which has left indelible traces in Fu Cheng's heart at a young age.

Growing up, Fu Cheng became obsessed with traveling.

However, his travels are not like ordinary people. Wherever there are fairy stories circulating, there will be his figure.

Whether it is Kunlun Mountain, the "hometown of all gods", or the "Shennongjia" where the immortals live in seclusion, or the wilderness where few people know but are said to have immortal dwellings, Fu Cheng's footprints have been left.

Therefore, with just a few words from the old man, it is impossible for a person like Fu Cheng who has an almost obsession with "immortals" to give up easily.

At that moment, Fu Cheng replied and said: "Uncle, I won't tell you, I have been fascinated by the stories of immortals since I was a child. ”

"This ...... What age are you, how can you be more superstitious than an old man like me in this life, where are the immortals in this world?" The old man's expression was surprised, and he was a little surprised by Fu Cheng's words, "Of course, it's not that the old man doesn't respect the gods, isn't there a statue of a god in the temple, and I also worship it all year round, but how can someone like you climb the mountain to find immortal traces." ”

"If you want me to say, you will go to worship the Wuling Temple in the next life, and the Wuling Temple will be built in the five nearby villages, if the Wuling Mountain is really the abode of the gods back then, ordinary people have long flocked to it, so that no one cares about it all the year round, this Wuling Mountain, in the final analysis, is just a mountain. ”

Fu Cheng understood what the old man meant, the old man believed in the name of the gods, so he would worship the statues of the gods in the temple, hoping to bless peace. But the progress of the times made him realize "atheism", so he would advise Fu Cheng to "know that he was lost".

This is obviously very contradictory, but how many people are immersed in it?

In the era of science and technology, Fu Cheng believes in science, and his yearning for "immortal traces" is by no means superstitious.

It's just that Fu Chengxin has questions, from ancient times to the present, there are countless legends of immortals from all walks of life, but why are the "immortals" in today's world can only live in temples and not show the world?

Is this all a made-up story, and what's the point?

After all, the world's population is billions of people today, but who has ever seen the likes of immortals?

Fu Cheng's obsession with the pursuit of "immortal traces" is not to prove whether there are immortals in the world, but to understand that perhaps the so-called "immortals" are people's sustenance and yearning for beauty.

These so-called "immortal abodes" must be a beautiful destination. They are worth pursuing, exploring, and discovering the significance that has been handed down to this day.

"Thank you uncle for your advice, I wish you good health and a long life, let's say goodbye. "The old man's kindness, Fu Cheng thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"Why don't you listen to persuasion in this later life? ”

"There are five immortals on Wuling Mountain, and the five spirit immortals give five blessings, and the young descendants want to find immortal ....... On the stump, the old man smoked a dry cigarette, shaking his head and humming local singing.

Hearing the voice of the old man from behind, Fu Cheng, who had already walked out a few meters away, smiled slightly, and said in his heart: This uncle is really cute.

The pace was getting faster and faster, Fu Cheng looked ahead with blazing eyes, and said loudly: "Wuling Mountain, I'm here!"

Since the age of seven, Fu Cheng has been learning Tai Chi with his grandfather, and as he gets older, he begins to come into contact with various extreme sports. Therefore, in terms of physical fitness, it is much better than ordinary people, and it is not a problem to cross mountains and mountains.

"Hmm, it seems that this is Wuling Mountain, and it's really magnificent. ”

Following the path pointed out by the old man, after several hours of wind and dust, Fu Cheng finally arrived at the foot of Wuling Mountain.

At this time, it was nearly dusk, and Fu Cheng planned to rest in place for the night, and wait until dawn tomorrow to climb Wuling Mountain. He has many years of experience in the wilderness, and even in the middle of the deserted mountains, he is not afraid at all.

At that moment, Fu Cheng found a relatively flat ground and set up a tent against the mountain wall.

In the tent, he took out mineral water and drank a few sips, ate a few compressed biscuits, took out his mobile phone and saw that there was no signal, so he simply fell asleep.

The moonlight poured like water, and the forests were dyed with white frost.

At night, Wuling Mountain is silent, and occasionally the mountain wind blows, making the leaves rustle. In the distance, there was a faint howl of wild beasts.

Fu Cheng was awakened by a burst of urine, he turned on the flashlight that came with his mobile phone, walked out of the tent in a hazy sleepy eye, raised his head and stretched, and was about to untie his trouser belt to make it easier, when he suddenly found a pillar of light rising from Wuling Mountain.

"What's that?"

The pillar of light lasted only a few seconds before disappearing, and Fu Cheng wondered if it was because of sleepiness.

After a hurry, Fu Cheng returned to the tent, he recalled the pillar of light just now, and his thoughts were dazed.

"I guess it's some natural phenomenon. ”

He is a resolute and resolute person, since he can't figure it out, it is better to rest well and wait until dawn to find out.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the wisps of sunlight fall from the leaves to the foot of Wuling Mountain, adding a bit of warmth to this vast mountain.

Fu Cheng packed up his tent, ate a little dry food at will, and after some preparation, he began to climb Wuling Mountain.

He climbed all the way up, using his hands and feet together, step by step.

The mountains along the way become steeper and steeper, and the mountainsides are littered with dead trees, rocks, and rotten leaves.

"It seems that this place is really unattended. The sight that caught his eyes couldn't help but make Fu Cheng sigh.

He paused for a moment, drank half a bottle of mineral water, and looked up at the misty Wuling Mountain, thinking that he might be able to reach his destination after walking for another three hours or so.

So he continued to climb, his fitness was so good that he didn't feel tired for the first half of the journey.

Along the way, the towering ancient trees are green and shady, blocking most of the sunlight, causing the forest to be dark and cold, and all kinds of living creatures are nowhere to be seen. Fu Cheng, who went up alone, added a little vitality to the silent Wuling Mountain.

There are no roads in the mountains, and Fu Cheng can only intersperse the range between the torsos of various trees.

Not only should you pay attention to the thorn bushes around you, the muddy potholes under the dead leaves, and the occasional rocks rolling down, so you must be careful to dodge.

What's more, near the top of the mountain, you are about to enter a misty area, and your view will be seriously blocked.

In this way, it is indeed as the old man said, Wuling Mountain is really not something that ordinary people can climb.

In addition to the steep nature of the mountain, the environment in the mountain forest is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Finally, when it was almost evening, Fu Cheng successfully arrived at the top of Wuling Mountain, several hours later than expected.

To his surprise, the top of the mountain was exceptionally empty.

There are no ancient trees towering to the sky, and there are no strange rocks, and all the fog is just churning in the sky, forming a mushroom cloud, leaving enough light to see the true face of Wuling Mountain.

The majestic mountain, the atmosphere is majestic, as if the heavenly immortal soil has been left in the world, standing proudly in the mountains, guarding one side.

At its top, the structure is unique, with the center concave downward, forming a bowl-shaped gap, or rather, a deep valley from which all the fog rises.

The outer edges are as smooth and neat as if they had been cut by a knife and axe.

"Nature is really a miracle, only people who really climb Wuling Mountain can experience this unique artistic conception. ”

What he saw in front of him was incredible, Fu Cheng never expected that the top of Wuling Mountain was such a scene.

"The vision of the night must have erupted from the bottom of this valley. Fu Cheng cautiously stood at the inner edge of the mountaintop, staring at the bottom of the valley.

It's just that the white fog in the valley is vast, and the bottom is not visible to the naked eye at all.

"What is going on with this white mist, it seems to be endless, the scorching sun is in the sky, and it has no intention of dissipating, as if... It seems that he is deliberately covering up the appearance of Wuling Mountain?"

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Cheng picked up a piece of gravel and threw it towards the bottom of the valley.

However, there is no anomaly in the valley, and the white fog is still there.

"It seems that we have to find a way to go down, and I don't know if there is a path to follow. ”

"It's better to pitch a tent and wait until tonight to see if there are any more visions. ”

Fu Cheng made up his mind, and just as he was about to turn around, a white pillar of light suddenly rose to the top of Wuling Mountain, and the dazzling light turned black in front of his eyes, and the whole person instantly lost his balance and fell headlong to the bottom of the valley.

It is said that one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the current situation seems to be the same.

"Your sister, is there such a big reaction to throwing a stone?"

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, forgive my son for failing to fulfill his filial piety. ”

At the moment of life and death, countless thoughts flashed in Fu Cheng's mind, although he was unwilling, he was powerless to return to heaven.

"It would be nice if I could fly away. ”

At the bottom of Wuling Valley, the milky white mist slowly rose, endlessly, like the immortal qi of the heavenly realm, permeating towards the top of the entire Wuling Mountain.

On the ground, a circular array that was almost shattered loomed in the mist.

The formation platform was built for some reason, and the whole body was black, as if it had gone through thousands of years of time, full of vicissitudes of time.

The surrounding area of the array is carved with patterns like ghost paintings, crooked, complex and cumbersome, and spreads into a gossip type from the inside out.

At this moment, the pattern on the ground suddenly floated flat like a living thing, blooming with golden light, and then forming a tornado shape hovering in the air.

On the array platform in the center of the pattern, a portal was slowly closing, and just now, it erupted into a white pillar of light thousands of meters high.

"Boom"

At the moment when the gap closed, the white pillars of light all disappeared, and the entire array disintegrated violently, and all the golden patterns were shattered in the air and disappeared.

This process only lasted a few minutes, and the entire Wuling Mountain, as if nothing had happened, was silent...