Yuán, Liáng Mountain, with an altitude of thousands of zhang, looks like an optimus prime, straight into the sky.

On the night of the full moon on August 15, the autumn breeze is blowing on the coriander mountain, and the vast sky is full of stars.

The land to the east of the top of the mountain is a flat grassland. Even in this season, the green grass on the grassland does not wither, and it always brings people a feeling of spring and vitality.

A young man's corpse, still in the middle of the grassland, lay motionless......

When he approached Zishi, he suddenly saw a sharp white light piercing the night sky, falling quickly on this grassland like a meteor, and then shooting directly at the heart of the male corpse.

Suddenly, the body of the male corpse jerked up, and the originally closed eyes opened in an instant!

Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky above, and feeling the quiet and deserted environment around him, the owner of the male corpse also began to have a clear consciousness. He sat up suddenly, frowned at the pair of neat sword eyebrows, and asked himself incredulously, "I'm not dead, I'm not dead, how ......can this be?"

Thinking about it, his head became excruciatingly painful.

"Where am I? Why am I not dead? Where are they?" he asked. It was really messy, very confused, very confused, so I simply hugged my head with both hands and thought harder.

Finally, he began to recall all the things that had happened a moment before.

The moment before, he was on the plane, their plane, flying from the city of C in China to Malaysia. As a result, halfway through, the plane suddenly encountered a strong air current, and crashed and fell to a cliff 10,000 meters below.

He still vividly remembered the ghostly howls and swishing screams in the cabin as their plane crashed down at the speed of light. However, he remained silent and did not utter a single cry. He was just terrified, hunched on all fours, nestled in the seat that was about to disintegrate. Because he fell out of love during this time, his fiancée got along with a rich and handsome man. This time he went to Malaysia, one to relax on vacation, and the other to find an affair.

Of course, his ultimate goal was to forget the woman, a woman who always disliked him for not being rich enough, no matter how good he was to her.

So, it was the pain of a broken love that diluted his fear of death.

Finally, when the huge plane was about to crash to the bottom of the cliff and everyone was about to be smashed to pieces, the cabin became silent again. He then closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

He still remembered that a moment ago, he really clearly felt that the Grim Reaper had reached out to him and was pulling him into hell with all his might.

However, at this moment, he was stunned again. Because he began to think that it was not the Grim Reaper who was pulling him on the plane.

Because instead of taking him to hell, it pulled him to this place that was out of the world......

He knew it wasn't a dream, and he was convinced that he was still alive. Because of the surrounding environment, he felt real, the wind was cold and cold, the air was fresh and cool, and from time to time there was a faint fragrance of flowers and plants hitting his nostrils. In addition, his headache has been so intense. If he had died, he would not have had these feelings.

The white moonlight sprinkled on him like broken silver, and when he calmed down a little, he could see what he was wearing again. Now he is wearing not the previous Korean autumn clothes and jeans, but a set of ancient clothes.

"I'm ...... This is ........." His heart was even more bottomless, and his spirit was even more panicked. He didn't know why he was dressed like an ancient man, and he was an ancient child!

He carefully twisted the muscles and bones of his whole body, not only did his body have no pain, but also felt light, and he could fly into the sky with a slight jump......

"Impossible, impossible. Even if I hadn't died, I would have been seriously injured. But why, I wasn't hurt at all? Could it be that I was not only reborn, but also crossed?" he couldn't find an answer, and tried his best to suppress all the negativity in his heart.

Just as he was about to stand up, a relatively strong cold wind blew in his face, blowing on his face. And this gust of wind brought a cloud of white fog that blurred his vision.

In an instinctive reaction, he quickly turned around and turned his head away.

The white mist dissipated in an instant, and then he immediately turned his face again, facing forward, and his vision returned to clear.

Someone was coming ahead, and he heard footsteps!

"Ahh

In front of him, an old man with a silver staff, white hair, white beard, white eyebrows, and white clothes appeared.

The old man's face was vicissitudes, and he smiled kindly, and he was approaching him step by step.

"Cheng Ge, you're awake. The old man spoke to him as he walked slowly.

"Hmm...... You...... Are you ......" He replied in a low voice and asked politely, staring at the old man with a blank look on his face.

His name is Cheng Ge, and the old man actually knows. So much so that in his mind, he guessed that the old man was most likely an immortal. The plane he was on crashed, but he was not injured or died, thanks to the rescue of this god.

The old man stopped when he walked three steps in front of him, and told him in a calm tone: "My name is Lingzi, and I am the guardian of this coriander mountain. ”

"Spirit, Mountain Keeper?" he heard the old man's answer, he became much calmer again, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Mountain keepers and immortals are two concepts that are very different. Is this old man humble? Or is this old man really just an ordinary person?

He just wanted to ask Lingzi for details, but Lingzhizi nodded at him again and took the initiative to tell him: "Three days ago, Hongbao reminded me that you will come today, from another distant time and space. ”

"Who is Red Berry?" Cheng Ge asked suspiciously. He listened to the name and felt like a beautiful woman.

Lingzi continued to tell him, "There are five fairy grasses growing on the mountain here, namely red leaves, green leaves, white leaves, black leaves, and blue leaves. At the same time, these five fairy grasses are also the treasures of the mountain of Coriander Mountain. ”

Suddenly, Cheng Ge was a little frightened in surprise, what kind of world did he enter even the grass could speak......

"Grass, fairy grass, talking plants?" he asked, still staring at the spirit.

Lingzi shook his head again, denied him and said, "The fairy grass is full of human nature, and its spiritual power is boundless. Each single plant can cure diseases and save people, and bring people back to life. The combination of the five plants can predict the future and reverse time and space. Either way, however, they just won't speak. ”

"...... like this" The tenacious light in Cheng Ge's eyes disappeared inexplicably, and he was thinking about something in his mind.

The spirit took another half step towards him, holding the silver staff. This time, he asked him softly, "Do you know why you're here, why don't you die?"