Chapter Seventy-Three: Pressing Spring Mountain

Ye Luo and Chi Yang Zhenren left the street and headed out of the city to the east. According to the records on the map of the dense seal, you can reach the vicinity of Shanhai City in another day, but it is unknown what kind of boundary it looks like.

The two walked for a long time, and it was almost dusk, and they happened to meet a village, so they walked into the village. As soon as I stepped into the village, I was greeted by a barking dog.

"Woo Woo ......"

Ye Luo was very surprised.

"This dog's nose is too spiritual!"

Chi Yang Lao Dao smiled and continued to take steps. Passing through a fenced courtyard wall, I saw a family of five sitting at a small square table in front of the courtyard eating.

Chi Yang Zhenren sniffed his nose, stopped, his stomach began to growl, and he was embarrassed to speak. Ye Luo grinned and said, "Senior, the taste of this meal is okay!"

"It's okay, it's okay, you little, get out of the way. ”

Ye Luo turned around and walked into the gate of the fence courtyard, the three children stared with wide eyes, and the couple was also quite surprised.

Ye Luo said respectfully: "Brother, we are passing by here, and it is almost dark this day, can there be a spare house for us to stay for one night." ”

The old brother looked honest and honest, ready to say hello, the daughter-in-law next to him secretly pinched his arm, and the honest old brother stammered back: "This ...... I don't have a lot of houses here, so I really don't have a place to live. ”

Ye Luo took out a piece of broken silver and put it in the corner of the wooden table, and said flatly: "It's okay, I've been on the road for a long time, I'm hungry and sleepy, since I can't stay overnight, I will stay and eat some food, and then find someone else's house to stay overnight." ”

His daughter-in-law immediately smiled like a flower, asked the three children to sit next to him in a hurry, and beckoned Ye Luo and Chi Yang Zhenren to sit down.

Two bowls of rice were served, and a few side dishes were added from the pot.

"You eat slowly, there is still more rice, and when it is not enough, I will give you more. ”

Ye Luo held the bowl and nodded, Chiyang Zhenren didn't say a word, he just cared about eating, his mouth was full of rice grains to chew, and then he took two mouthfuls of crispy and tender meat slices that had just come out of the pot, his face was full of comfort, and the two bottles of wine in the restaurant had not been drunk, so he found a bowl by himself, poured three bowls, and handed a bowl to the honest old brother.

The three children were like little lambs, their bright eyes were always staring at the white beard of the real person and the dragon yuan on Ye Luo's waist.

The honest old man asked, "Where are you going?"

Ye Luo chewed a few times, swallowed the rice grains and said, "Shanhai City!"

The old brother looked stunned.

"Shanhai City is not a place where ordinary people can go, but there are great immortals and gods. ”

"Do you know Shanhai City?"

"But I know that this village has a great relationship with Shanhai City, and the legends of Shanhai City are familiar to the people in the village. ”

Chi Yang Zhenren was interested, turned around, crossed Erlang's legs and asked, "How do you say this?"

"Leisurely clip Tairu, climb the mountain and sea city. A glimpse of the sky, carrying a sword to the immortals. The honest old brother chanted.

"The ancient five continents, can be said to be the five sides of the world, Confucianism and Taoism in the Tai Confucian continent, Buddha Ti Xing in the Shalu continent, as for the sword cultivation, all over the rivers and lakes, after several generations, the heroes of the world from all sides of the world are traversing the five continents, just to cultivate the power of the Mahayana nine products, the way of heaven, the supervision of humanity, so that the world is the same. ”

Chi Yang Zhenren squinted his eyes and nodded: "Indeed, the people on the rivers and lakes are all to break through the realm and reach the top, but not all of them are good people, it is difficult to achieve the same!"

The honest old brother pulled a stool and sat up lean, and said endlessly: "The human heart shows good and evil, and the world is divided into good and evil. ”

Ye Luo was suddenly surprised, "Brother, I didn't expect you to live in this remote country, but you can see the situation in this world brightly. ”

The elder brother smiled honestly and said: "The people who come and go are all sword cultivators, and there are often rumors, so I hear more about them." ”

"Then how do you enter Shanhai City?"

The old brother relaxed his face and said with a smile: "Hehe, this has to pay attention to chance, I haven't seen anyone who has climbed to Shanhai City! I only heard the old man in the village say that the sword ancestor Feng Yangqing has climbed the Shanhai City in the Spring Mountain, and it is said that it is a small world of immortals, and it can only be done with the help of immortals." ”

Chi Yang Zhenren put down the dishes and chopsticks, took a toothpick in his mouth, and pulled out between his teeth.

Ye Luo didn't know where this "Pressing Spring Mountain" was, and then asked, the old brother pointed to the intersection in front of the door and said: "From here, go east for 3,000 steps, turn south and walk another thousand steps, and you will reach the heel of Pressing Spring Mountain." ”

Chi Yang Zhenren and Ye Luo left the fence courtyard and walked eastward. After crossing a stone arch bridge, the four stone lions at the head of the bridge look completely different, and one of them also holds a small lion cub, I don't know what it is.

The two discussed it for a while, and planned to directly find a place to rest in the ancient temple of Taoism for one night, after all, the sword cultivators in the world are half acquaintances.

The entrance of the village walks 300 steps, is a temple brake, the buildings inside are divided into three rows, the middle is dedicated to the gods of all walks of life, the side is a few Bodhisattva Arhats, the mountain god land lord rides a wolf and sits on a tiger, holds a stick on crutches, the embryo of the clay sculpture is glazed, the demeanor is realistic.

Pushing open the side room of the temple, there are a few clear oil lamps lit inside, and the old temple official rubs the thin cotton rope and fills the candles with beeswax. Today is not the fifteenth day of the new year, so it is dark on the altar, and the incense is not burning.

The old temple official raised his head and asked, "Incense, the flint is placed on the altar, and you remember to blow out the lamps and candles after you have finished worshipping." ”

It is also a temple, no matter how big or small, you should go and worship.

Chi Yang Zhenren lit the candlestick, burned incense, drew a phantom with his fingers floating in the air, kowtowed and returned to the side room.

The old temple official's bed was quite large, and three or four people were not crowded at all.

Chi Yang Zhenren smiled implicitly: "Old man, the poor road passes through here, and there is no night to stay, so I came to stay for one night." ”

The old temple official put down the cotton rope in his hand, patted the edge of the bed, and said with a smile: "The bed is big, but there is less bedding!"