From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 382: Mountain Rain Seeking Immortals [asking for monthly tickets~]

In rural Shuchuan, life and death are big matters.

After notarization by an elder in the village, who promised Zheng Gang to give Old Lady Zheng a proper burial, the notary public would let Zheng Gang inherit the peach orchard and the land after the seventh day.

The touch in his heart was only for a moment, and greed immediately took over when he came to his senses. Zheng Gang was immediately ecstatic, and in order to prevent the old people from finding fault, he paid a large amount of money out of his own pocket to give Old Lady Zheng a grand burial, and the stone used to build the tombstone was all high-quality granite.

Thus, this small wooden house which had been deserted for decades suddenly became lively. Zheng Gang was dressed in mourning. Although there were no tears in his eyes, he still invited the master to recite words and pray in a proper manner.

After the grand seventh day, Old Lady Zheng was buried on the mountainside. The old people in the village had nothing to say and did the notarization with the impatient Zheng Gang.

The place where Old Mrs. Zheng was buried is surrounded by picturesque mountains and clear waters, with shady trees and sunlight filtering through the treetops. Generations of elderly people in the village sleep quietly in the mottled light and shadows.

According to Mrs. Zheng's wishes before her death, the cemetery faces the ancestral wooden house in the village.

After the first seven days, the tomb became deserted and no one came up there anymore. Weeds slowly grew on the fresh soil beside the tomb.

At some point, a little boy appeared lying on the raised mound of grave.

Compared with before, the little boy's clothes were much more tattered and he was almost naked, but the little boy didn't care.

He knew he might have misunderstood.
"You're lying. Didn't you say you were just sleeping and couldn't wake up?"

He could sense that in the narrow and dark space beneath the grave, the old man's body was rotting bit by bit.

This is obviously different from sleeping.

It's not just that I can't wake up, but that I am completely nothing, completely without anything.

When the corpse rots into dust bit by bit, when the coffin decays, and when the tombstone is weathered and unrecognizable, all traces of Old Mrs. Zheng in this world will be wiped out.

He began to clearly realize that this day would come for him as well, and he would also be buried in a dark and narrow space, and his flesh and bones would be pulverized.

Thinking of this, the little boy suddenly felt boundless fear and worry in his heart, and he almost cried.

This is death.

"Is there really someone in this world who can live forever?"

An indescribable desire suddenly arose in the little boy's heart, as if it was an instinct he was born with.

He remembered a place, a place that had come from that strange mouth, a place that tourists in the mountains often talked about,
"Baiyun Mountain!"

“That’s a place with fairies!”

"To be immortal is to be alive and not die!"

As the thought arose in his mind, the confusion in the little boy's eyes disappeared. After wiping away his tears, he became extremely determined. He kowtowed a few times in front of the old lady's tombstone, just like what he had seen, and went down the mountain.

That night, it suddenly rained heavily in the Emeishan area. Rainwater from the clouds gathered from great heights like dozens of waterfalls, pouring down like the Milky Way, and the mountains were shrouded in a hazy color.

The construction team that was about to enter the village was forced to stop the project. Zheng Gang hid in the villagers' house and heard a rumbling sound that shook the earth. It was as if the rivers on the mountain had accumulated into a mountain torrent, carrying broken ice, stunted trees, sand and gravel, and rushing down to the low-lying areas like a tidal wave.

As if the mountain god was angry, there was a loud rumbling sound in the misty rain.

When the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, Zheng Gang went out, only to see that the peach forest, which was originally full of shade, had been turned into flat ground overnight. Not even a branch or tree trunk could be seen, as if the peach forest had never appeared before.

"No, no, how could this happen!"

He crawled out of the mud like a madman and a drowned chicken. The cut of the peach wood stump above the mud was smooth, like a mirror.

Some people said that this was because the mountain god was angry and took back his gift.

Some people said that it was a flash flood that just happened to wash away all the peach trees. The big boss valued the peach forest, and the agreement also clearly stipulated that now that the peach forest is gone, the agreement is naturally invalid.

Not only that, Zheng Gang also has to face a sky-high compensation.

Later, when tourists climbed Mount Emei and explored the mountains, they never found a wild peach tree again.

But later, some people said that they had seen two extremely well-growing mountain peach trees in front of a quiet and lonely grave on the hillside of a mountain.

They said that the two peach trees cast green and pink shades all over the ground, like a canopy in the courtyard to block out the scorching sun for the lonely grave.
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July 29th, Baiyun Mountain.

The six-man team staggered to the foot of Baiyun Mountain like beggars.

"Damn, you're finally back!" Yang Xinwu, who always pays attention to his words and conversation, cursed unconsciously.

"If I don't make a name for myself next time, I will never come out to take on missions again!"

Wang Shuhuan, who has always regarded the mission point as more important than his own life, also expressed the same emotion.

Yan Fu snorted coldly, still sparing his words: "Practice hard, draw in the energy, and then get back at the place!"

Yang Jiaqi, with tired faces, and Chen Li nodded in agreement.

Having said that, although they looked a little miserable and embarrassed, several of them were holding something like a potted plant in their hands.

If you look closely, you will find that the plants in these pots are strange and do not look like normal plants.

"Well, even if you guys want to get out, there's no place like this for us to go!"

Although Liu Ming also looked tired, his eyes were bright and the purple-blue flower in his arms was extremely gorgeous.

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Ming was immediately criticized by the other five people.

"How dare you say that? It's all because of you. Why did you have to provoke that long worm for no reason?!"

"You are a human? It's fine if you provoke it, but why are you hugging its eggs? If the police from the nearby town hadn't arrived with guns, we would all have been sent away!"

Liu Ming looked embarrassed, then quickly retorted, pointing at Wang Shuhuan: "Why are you only talking about me? Wang Shuhuan got one too!"

Facing the focused gazes of several people, Wang Shuhuan remained calm: "I just want to earn more mission points. Spiritual plants can be exchanged for mission points. If I bring back a snake egg and hatch a small spiritual beast, it is much more valuable than a few flowers and plants."

“Hey, you two, Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu, when you saw the long worm getting injured, didn’t you also rush over and scream to bathe in the snake’s blood to temper your bodies?!”

The accusing voices of Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu immediately quieted down.

Well, they are all a bunch of little crazy people, no one should blame anyone else.

Chen Li and Yang Jiaqi, who have the most say, no longer have time to criticize these scumbags.

Fortunately, the nameplate for entering the mountain was not lost, and the group of crazy reporters and luxury cars in Shiyang Village and the foot of the mountain were almost gone. The six people carried the potted plants and walked into the clouds with tired steps.

After walking for several hours, the six people finally saw through the fog and the vague outline of the Baiyun Taoist Temple.

The six people found the nameplate, picked up the potted plants and ran happily to the service hall.

The Service Hall was still packed with people and extremely noisy.

The six people's unique attire immediately attracted the attention of the other disciples, who made way for them out of curiosity.

(End of this chapter)