A master of comedy!

Chapter 113 The Three Treasures Tree

Zhou Sheng looked at the blind old man in front of him. He saw that the old man was vigorous, dressed in plain clothes and hemp shoes, and had a peaceful and kind temperament. He looked eight parts like the statue of Lord Kuang Yu of Mount Lu.

He also saw that after his primordial spirit returned to its place, there seemed to be an invisible life force flowing towards him continuously.

"I never expected that you would be so skilled in shamanistic arts at such a young age. It's truly astonishing."

The blind old man first reached out and beckoned, and the broken dragon-headed cane flew away automatically. He then blew on it, and the break was restored without a single crack.

It remains dim and lifeless, having lost much of its spiritual essence.

He walked to a tree with his cane, stretched out his hand, and the peach tree instantly blossomed and bore fruit, with a sweet and tempting fruit falling to the ground.

He ate the peaches with gusto, juice splashing everywhere, as if he had been starving for a long time.

"Senior, I have fulfilled my promise. May I ask if you could help me find a treasure land to practice my skills?"

Zhou Sheng clasped his hands in greeting and asked the question, getting straight to the point and expressing his true feelings.

The sun was already high in the sky, and half of the Wuji day had passed; he didn't want to delay any longer.

"Of course, but..."

The mountain god coughed, seemingly a little embarrassed, and said, "In order to get rid of that game of immortal chess, I gouged out my own eyes, and I can no longer see the changes in the power of the earth's veins very clearly."

Zhou Sheng frowned and twirled the Guan Dao in his hand.

If this old man dares to deny it, then killing one or two today is the same as killing him.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he only has 30% of his magic power left and is injured. This mountain god is in an even worse state. His magic treasures have been destroyed, he has gone blind, and although his primordial spirit has returned to its place, he has wasted 22 years, his incense offerings have withered, and he doesn't have much magic power left.

"Hey, hey, young man, don't get so worked up! Calm down, calm down!"

The mountain god seemed to sense the murderous intent in Zhou Sheng's heart, his beard trembled slightly, knowing that this was an absolute killing star.

"I am the mountain god of Mount Lu. As long as I am in this mountain, I can be nourished by the earth's veins and my eyes will be restored in about a month."

"It's been too long; it must happen today."

"Then there's only one way. Do you have any money for incense offerings?"

Zhou Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly, took out a money pouch from his pocket, opened it, and said, "Is this it?"

The mountain god took a deep breath, then revealed a look of rapture, and said, "Not bad, not bad, this is it! With this incense money, I can quickly restore my eyesight!"

"Young man, how about you lend me this money first?"

"How much?"

"One hundred coins will suffice."

Zhou Sheng borrowed three strings of cash from Yao Tai Feng last time, but he didn't spend it. He originally wanted to return it to Yao Tai Feng, but she refused.

In Yaotai Feng's words, a man should always have some money to protect himself when he goes out, so as not to lose face.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy this time.

But Zhou Sheng wouldn't give it away for nothing. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "This incense money is very precious and hard to come by. I wonder what you will use as collateral, senior?"

"If all else fails, you can use your dragon-head cane."

Although he had severed the spirituality from the cane, it was still a treasure, and perhaps with proper nurturing, it could give birth to a new spirituality.

The mountain god quickly hugged his walking stick tightly and said with a wry smile, "This is my walking tool, I can't give it to you. How about this, you lend me a hundred coins for incense, and I'll grant you a great fortune, how about that?"

Zhou Sheng smiled faintly, knowing when to stop, and took out one hundred coins to hand to him.

After receiving the incense money, the mountain god chanted some mysterious incantation and pinched the coins in his hand. The coins turned into wisps of fragrant mist that flowed into his nostrils.

As the offerings of incense money continued to be consumed, the mountain god's blind eyes miraculously became clear and bright again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene surprised Zhou Sheng. No wonder it was called incense money, and could become currency for ghosts and gods; it turned out that these copper coins were made from incense.

One hundred coins, no more, no less, was enough to help the mountain god restore his eyesight and regain some of his magical power.

"Feels so good! It feels so good!"

The mountain god let out a groan of enjoyment, then looked at Zhou Sheng and laughed, "Young man, you haven't opened your nasal passages yet, so you don't know the wonders of this incense money. Once you open your nasal passages, you might as well give it a try."

"The taste of this is truly indescribable."

A strange light flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes. So, one can only refine the incense money after opening the nasal passages?

"Can you help me find the ley lines for my cultivation now?"

"Of course you can, but are you sure you want to cultivate in your current state?"

The mountain god shook his head and smiled, pointing to the bloodstains on Zhou Sheng's body and said, "In this state, you still dare to forcefully cultivate the profound methods of the Xuanmen Sect. If you die on Mount Lu, I won't care about you."

"Come with me, this is my way of repaying you for saving my life."

He leaned on his dragon-headed cane, turned and walked in a certain direction. Although his steps were unsteady, it was as if he had shrunk the distance and moved very fast.

Zhou Sheng glanced back at the chessboard not far away, then picked up his sword and followed.

He was also very interested in this so-called Immortal Chess Game, but even a dignified mountain god almost fell here, so he didn't think he could get away unscathed.

The best option is to not touch it.

……

He hadn't walked far when he suddenly felt a strong sense of vitality. The surrounding trees were lush, birds were singing, and there was a strange fragrance that invigorated him.

Even the wounds on my body didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.

Suddenly, the mountain god stopped in his tracks.

Not far away, three extremely thick and ancient trees are scattered about, their trunks straight and reaching the sky, their branches and leaves as lush as canopies. Although it is autumn, the leaves are still green and vibrant.

Two Japanese cedars and one ginkgo.

All the surrounding trees subtly surround these three trees, forming a constellation around the moon, full of vitality, intertwined like clouds.

Especially that ginkgo tree; under the discerning eye, every ginkgo leaf is crystal clear, bursting with vitality, giving back to nature.

"We've arrived. This is the Three Treasures Tree. Please wait a moment while I go and discuss something with them."

The mountain god actually used the word "discuss" and then walked towards the Three Treasures Tree, muttering something under his breath, but the content was completely incomprehensible and seemed to be not human language.

A strange light flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Before he came, he had heard that there was a wonder in Lushan called the Three Treasures Trees, which was said to have been planted by a high monk in the Jin Dynasty. The oldest of them, a ginkgo tree, has a history of more than a thousand years.

Over such a long period of time, even ancient trees can become demons, but this Three Treasures Tree seems to have chosen a different path.

They possess a vague consciousness, yet they have not become spirits or demons. Instead, they are rooted in this world, living in harmony with nature, endlessly regenerating, and giving back to all living things.

"It's done, come here quickly!"

The mountain god beckoned to Zhou Sheng, inviting him to sit cross-legged under the ginkgo tree.

The next moment, the three treasure trees simultaneously drooped their branches, like gentle hands, wrapping around Zhou Sheng, resembling a silkworm cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, streams of vitality washed over Zhou Sheng's flesh, bones, and veins like a long river, not only rapidly healing his injuries but also repairing hidden wounds and nourishing his body.

What delighted Zhou Sheng even more was that, under the influence of countless life-giving forces, the residual medicinal power from the mica formula he had taken was also completely drawn out.

His cultivation has advanced rapidly once again!

(End of this chapter)