Chapter 221: Four Seasons Peak
"Boom."
The clear sky set off a muffled thunder, the sound of grinding against the accumulation of sand, gravel and earth.
The audience's eyes widened wider and wider, and a mountain suddenly rose, like the earth that was pregnant for October and couldn't wait to unload the goods.
The heads of the people were raised higher and higher, and the back of their heads was almost pressed against their backs.
The tip of the mountain soon pierced the clouds.
Although everyone couldn't see the mountain, they were reluctant to blink.
"Immortal traces, immortal traces." The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Building muttered.
He had a pilgrimage on his face, and one hand kept wrapping around the top of his grandson's head, as if he wanted to 'transmit' the fairy qi he saw to his grandson's head.
Ordinary people have similar expressions.
And the Inhumans present, especially the Inhumans who have lived at the foot of the Tang Gate for a long time.
In addition to their amazement, a strong sense of pride came out of their hearts.
Look!
This is the head of our Tang Sect who made it up!
We are the best in the world!
The Inhumans elsewhere looked at these people with envy.
There are a lot of clever people who have already secretly asked how to join the Tang Sect.
As for the family heirloom craft, will it be learned by the Tang Sect?
Laughing to death.
Everyone knows how to be immortal, and they still look at the things of our small family?
If you can learn a little bit of this immortal method, not to mention the family handicraft, it is worth it to work for the Tang Sect for a lifetime.
You Hong raised his head and looked at the new mountain between heaven and earth in a daze, "Bingwen, do you think we need to build an immortal temple on this mountain and offer Xiao Luo up?" β
"Why does Hong Ye want to do this?" Tang Bingwen's body trembled slightly, obviously surprised by Russell's methods.
"I'm afraid that our small family in Tangmen won't be able to bear it." You Hong smacked his lips and turned his head to look at Tang Jiaren.
"Jiaren, you as a master, maybe you can also have multiple golden bodies in the temple."
"......" Tang Jiaren was suddenly awakened from shock by the scene described by You Hong, he looked at You Hong with a serious look, and couldn't help but say:
"I think it's better to say goodbye. I don't have these skills, and I haven't figured out the Five Elements Yan Dan Recipe yet. β
"If you really want to be molded into gold, you really can't get on the stage."
You Hong looked at the blue magic image on Russell's body and said quite approvingly: "What you said is also true." β
"Ke'er, they're in for a good time."
"I don't want them to be able to practice like Xiao Luo, if they can have his ability, they can be regarded as being able to glorify their ancestors."
Xu Xin and the others' jaws were about to fall to the ground.
Can the Five Elements Yan Dan Recipe be practiced like this?
Isn't it all a pictogram of luck in the internal organs and meridians?
How can you really make such a move!?
But that's not all.
Russell tired the mountain to a height of five thousand meters and stopped.
The blue-bodied Dharma phase changed the spell of both hands, and opened his mouth at the same time.
A grand and majestic voice resounded in the worldβ
"Spring!"
On the yellow soil mountain, green grass first sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and grew out of the soil by brush.
Immediately after that, spring-flowering trees such as peach trees and pear trees began to grow wildly, and soon a forest of trees formed.
Red, pink, white, flowers of all colors bloom all over the branches in an instant.
You Hong accidentally tore off his beard, and Tang Bingwen and Tang Jiaren's legs and feet were a little weak.
They began to feel that the idea of building a temple for Xiao Luo became stronger and stronger.
Think about Russell's journey from studying the exercises to the present, but it has only taken three years.
Where is this talent, it is clear that the immortals descended to earth, and the stars were reincarnated!
"Master Hong, let's discuss how to build a temple, shall we?"
After listening to this, Yuhong nodded heavily.
He began to think of something else.
If he really told his ancestors about Russell, would this surprise be a little bigger?
It would be a sin to scare the ancestors.
Xu Xin stabbed Yang Lie with his elbow with a sluggish face, "Da Shao, Lingmu is the most proficient in calligraphy." β
"Tell me, how can I practice like this?"
"......" Yang Lie was also in a state of pupil earthquake.
Cultivating like this?
If he allowed the peach tree to bloom and grass to grow on the ground, he might have the ability to practice for another ten years.
But what about Russell?
It's okay to dream......
Dong Chang, You Ke, Tang Miaoxing and others have become numb.
Now, even if a monkey pops out of the mountain, they won't be surprised.
Hehehehe...... Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to see my own door open to the world.
"Summer!"
Another thunderous sound rang out.
The wind and clouds changed, and in an instant, the torrential rain poured down.
Everyone subconsciously raised their palms, but their palms did not receive a drop of rain.
A curtain of rain that blurred the vision circled the new mountain, but not a drop fell outside the mountain.
What's even more amazing is that such a heavy rain did not knock the flowers off the trees.
It's as if the rain has passed through these branches and fallen directly into their roots, their roots.
The grass and trees that had just grown were climbing up the mountain frantically in the face of the torrential rain.
The layers of green vegetation are more lush, and the grass and trees are taller and more majestic than those at the foot of the mountain, like a green umbrella.
It seems that because of these umbrellas, the rain at the foot of the mountain is pushed to the mountainside.
The vegetation at the foot of the mountain is washed by the rain and exudes a fresh green.
The rain on the mountainside is incessant, and under the tall trees, it gathers into a small river that twists and turns.
The stream flows downward, becomes a stream at the foot of the mountain, and finally becomes a trickle and disappears into the land around the mountain.
"Autumn!"
The dark clouds on the mountainside did not disperse, but the wind rose high.
The branches and leaves of the plants and trees slowly turn into the shape of thin needles, and the pines and cypresses begin to appear.
The pines and cypresses are like a group of tireless pioneers, reaching out to hold the bleak wind and climbing upwards.
The fine pieces of white clouds that pierced the mountain were scattered by the autumn wind and turned into snowflakes and fell.
"Winter!"
As Russell fell, the clouds and snow on the top of the mountain were indistinguishable from each other.
Occasionally, coniferous plants appear on the top of the mountain, like the descendants of pines and cypresses, tenacious and stationed in this territory.
Russell dissipated the Dharma on his body, and his eyes were full of this mountain and the heaven and earth above and below the mountain.
Although there is no Russell to call Qi to support, the feng shui pattern here has been established.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the fragrance of flowers, torrential rain, autumn wind and winter snow are still meticulously moving.
The whole mountain is filled with the four seasons, which seems incredible, but it gives the feeling that it is supposed to exist this way.
"Master Hong, how is it?" Russell looked at You Hong and said with a smile: "Peach blossoms, as well as snow and pines and cypresses, I have planted them for you." β
"But this mountain, you have to get some animals or something, otherwise it's too boring if only people live."
You Hong Mu nodded, Tang Bingwen wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Tang Jiaren said bluntly: "Xiao Luo, Master Hong and Senior Brother plan to build a temple for you." β
"Huh?" Russell felt that there was something wrong with his hearing, and although it was impossible for him to have a problem with his ears, he couldn't help but ask:
"What did you say, sir? Repair a temple? β
Xu Xin, who was about to come over to pat himself on the back, heard it, and immediately clapped his hands and applauded: "It's good to build the temple, our door is long, and it is appropriate to build the temple and worship it." β
The strangers around him thought so, and ordinary people were even more excited to discuss Russell's Tao.
What is the 'Creation True Monarch', the 'Four Seasons True Person', the 'Five Elements Dao Monarch', and even the 'God of Wealth' and 'Sending Sons (Pine Nuts) Arhats'.
Russell hurriedly waved his hand and said: "This is not a good thing to say, feudal superstition is unacceptable!" β
It is impossible to build a temple.
If you really want to give him up......
In case he robs the big guy's incense, his small body may not be enough for others to crush with one finger.
But......
Russell frowned, and he looked at the new mountain.
He was going to call it Four Seasons Peak.
There are four seasons on a mountain, which is convenient for the practice of the Five Elements Yan Dan Jue.
However, he didn't have much foundation in the formation, and this step was a little bigger.
Although the Four Seasons Peak in front of me has been completed, the surrounding feng shui has been affected.
I can't see anything yet, but everything is built up over time.
If the Four Seasons Peak affects the surrounding people's livelihood, it will not be good.
Russell sank down, and after carefully observing his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Master Hong, the old man, and the old family chief." β
"We have to wait for this relocation, and I have to spend a few years sorting it out."
Since Hong and the others didn't know why, Russell explained to them.
Although Yuhong didn't understand, he was very much in favor of Russell's thoughts.
"Xiao Luo, you have to do a good job, a good meal is not afraid of being late, we can't do things that hurt nature and reason for our own convenience."
"I understand, Master Hong."
Nope.
I worked overtime for four days in a row, and I had to take a break.
Write again on Saturday night.
(End of chapter)