Zhongshan Shenzhu Chi

Chapter 108 Old Immortal

It had rained a few days ago, so the roads were a bit muddy.

Liang Xun jumped up and down on the spot.

"It's really different now."

Although he used to be physically strong, his knees would always ache when he jumped around.

But now, my body feels much lighter, and my knees, which used to ache, don't react at all.

He jumped once, then jumped again, like a monkey that had just received a new toy.

"What's going on?" Liang Xun was a little confused.

He stood there for a while, thinking.

In the end, he could only attribute the cause to the offering of sacrifices to the ancestors in the ancestral hall the previous night.

"It seems that our family's tradition of meddling in other people's business is accepted," Liang Xun murmured to himself.

As for the gaze of the gods, he didn't even dare to dream of it.

In this day and age, it is not the gods who need believers.

Whether it's the Zhongshan God or the Yunmeng God, they could probably burn themselves to ashes with just a glance.

"Let's hurry on while we're still feeling light; it'll be another two days before we reach the city."

Liang Xun shook his head, shaking off the random thoughts in his mind.

From the village to the official road, there is still a dirt road.

Although the road is wide enough for horse-drawn carriages, it is still a dirt road, and grass will grow everywhere after it rains.

When grass and mud are mixed together, many leeches will emerge.

Liang Xun wrapped himself up completely, and covered his face with a cloth to prevent mosquito bites.

The woods on both sides were quiet as we walked, with only the occasional sound of trees breaking.

The crisp sound of breaking made the surrounding environment even quieter.

Liang Xun felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

It was as if he had stepped into a paradise, a world apart from reality.

Until he looked up and happened to see a cluster of mosquitoes in the distance that looked like a dark cloud.

This is the remnant of midsummer.

When it's dark and there's water, mosquitoes always gather in a swarm in mid-air, and no one knows what they're doing.

The older generation says that this is them reproducing.

"Giving birth to you is nothing but a curse!"

Thinking back on the past, and the bags I carried, I felt a constant buzzing in my ears as I tried to sleep at night.

Liang Xun immediately lost his temper.

But he couldn't do anything about the mosquitoes; he could only glare at them.

But with that glare, the swarm of mosquitoes suddenly scattered.

"Huh?" Liang Xun asked in surprise.

When did I acquire this ability?

The old man was completely baffled.

However, he didn't dwell on the details and continued walking forward.

As he passed by the disintegrating swarm of mosquitoes, he finally remembered what was wrong.

No insects followed me.

That disturbing, annoying buzzing sound was nowhere to be heard.

Liang Xun removed the cloth covering her face and took a deep breath.

The fresh mountain air and water, carrying a slight chill, entered his nostrils.

In the past, he dared not breathe like this on this road, for fear that mosquitoes would crawl into his nostrils.

"That's a bit strange."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Liang Xun quickened his pace.

By morning, they had left the woods and stepped onto the wide official road.

The road was paved with stone slabs, so tightly that it seemed as if water could not penetrate it.

It is said that this official road led to the attainment of a fourth-realm cultivator.

He used divination to calculate the materials needed for the official road to Hongze City. In the end, the calculations were accurate to the last detail, which is how he attained the fourth realm of enlightenment.

Liang Xun stayed close to the edge and continued forward.

He walked slowly, step by step, steadily and firmly.

But the road beneath our feet seemed to have shrunk.

Each step is three or four meters.

Liang Xun was completely unaware.

Suddenly, several shouts came from behind him.

"Old Immortal! Old Immortal!"

"An old immortal?" Liang Xun stopped and looked around.

Although the official road was wide, there was no harvest in Hongze in August, so there were far fewer merchants traveling there.

There was no one else, only myself.

The sound of horses' hooves rose behind him.

Someone dismounted and approached him with disordered steps.

Liang Xun turned around.

A group of merchants came towards us.

"Old Immortal—" The leader was somewhat plump, with a round face and a protruding belly.

He wore a lake-green silk dress, and his hat was adorned with a bright pearl.

Wan Fuhai bowed as he approached Liang Xun.

"Old immortal, I am Wan Fuhai, sorry to bother you."

"Where did these immortals come from—" Liang Xun exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, yes, yes, I misspoke."

4

Wan Fuhai quickly changed his tune.

"Sir, judging from the direction you're heading, you're going to the city, aren't you? It's still quite a distance. If you don't mind, why don't you hop in our carriage and travel together?"

"Walking by the roadside, the wind is strong, the dust is thick, and the humidity is high in the mornings and evenings —"

"I—" Liang Xun couldn't speak.

In his fifty years of life, he had never seen anyone dressed in silk and adorned with pearls treat him with such respect.

"No, no. How could an old man like me be worthy of being called a master or a deity?"

Liang Xun wanted to refuse.

But the merchant, dressed in silk and adorned with pearls, and his guards remained bowed and refused to rise.

He could only say, "The journey is long, and traveling alone is not a good thing. Since you don't mind my old age—then please."

"The old man is right." Upon hearing this, the businessman stood up, his face beaming with smiles.

The guards behind him also stood up, their eyes filled with respect, awe, and longing.

The old gentleman in front of them passed by their carriages step by step.

Their steps were neither fast nor large, yet they were faster than their carriages.

They all had to ride horses and whip their whips to catch up.

Wan Fuhai led Liang Xun back to their family's caravan carriage.

Then the best and most stable carriage, which was used to entertain officials, was cleaned and handed over to Liang Xun to ride in.

Liang Xun had only ever ridden in a donkey cart in his entire life, never in such a fine horse-drawn carriage.

He could only sigh inwardly.

It's so luxurious, so spacious, and so bright.

"I wished last night for a smooth journey, and today I'm riding in a carriage?"

Liang Xun did not believe that his ancestors had such abilities.

It could only be the Frog God and Zhongshan God on the first row of the offering table.

The frog god has never performed any miracles since the statue was broken.

Furthermore, many of the Frog God's temples in Yunxi Continent were also demolished.

There is a rumor that the Dragon King of the East Sea killed the Frog God.

The only remaining possibility is that crimson dragon god statue.

"The God of Zhongshan can actually influence Yunxi Continent now?"

Why is He looking at me?

Liang Xun lay down on the soft blanket that resembled a bed.

He was used to sleeping on a hard surface, and he was used to sitting on a hard surface.

Now that I'm lying on something soft, I feel uncomfortable all over.

He simply stood up and paced back and forth in the spacious carriage.

I thought and thought, but I couldn't figure out the reason.

The soft, fluffy blanket beneath his feet almost covered his feet.

There was not a single bump underfoot, as if the carriage had not moved at all.

Liang Xun lifted the curtain and looked outside.

The sun is about to set.

"Mr. Liang, it's getting late, and we plan to walk a little further before setting up camp to rest."

"If you are in a hurry to get to the city, then we will rush there tonight."

Wan Fuhai's voice rang out from outside the carriage.

Upon hearing this, Liang Xun quickly stepped out of the carriage.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry. It's really not a good time to travel at night."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir." Wan Fuhai bowed deeply and turned to leave.

Liang Xun stood frozen in place, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.

He was truly flattered and pleased by the respectful treatment he received from others.

But this is not what he deserves.

I'm just a country bumpkin. Aside from my skills in fishing and farming, I'm not good at anything else.

Gaining power at this time is like a poor boy in a folk tale suddenly acquiring a fortune.

One must guard one's mind and not be impetuous.

Liang Xun stepped down from the carriage, intending to talk to the merchant for a while and make it clear that he was not a god.

At the same time, businessmen have many connections, so you can ask them to help you find someone.

However, neither the merchant nor the guards believed his explanation.

They regarded Liang Xun as a kind and talkative old immortal, and their words became more intimate and less distant.

The group gathered around the campfire, roasting meat, drinking tea, and chatting.

The night is deep.

The fog is getting thicker.

P.S.: I'm home now, and I'm not used to the table, chairs, and computer. I'll get used to it in a couple of days and resume updating three times a week.