Calabash Fairy

Chapter 104 Mr. Qiao the Clever Tongue

Qingfeng Secret Realm.

"With the expansion of the territory, the newly emerging boundary veins still need to be sorted out. At that time, the spiritual energy on Qingfeng Mountain will be able to rise to another level, which will also be of great benefit to the Qingfeng Secret Realm, which is not yet completely independent."

Fang Yan sat in the stone pavilion, constantly sensing the Mountain God Seal floating in his hand.

"Given my current level of control over the ley lines, I can sort them all out in less than three years. This should be relatively easy."

"However, I didn't expect that after the Mountain God Seal broke through, not only did its power increase greatly, but it also gained the ability to protect the fortune of Qingfeng Mountain..."

Fang Yan looked thoughtful.

He already knew from his discussion with Zhang Chenghuang that every living being and every power in the world has its own destiny, and Qingfeng Mountain is no exception.

The concept of destiny is mysterious and complex, and is related to many factors.

Those with great fortune often have many opportunities and smooth spiritual practice. They can turn bad luck into good and even bring blessings to others. On the other hand, those with declining fortune will have a series of bad luck and everything will go wrong.

Fang Yan had not learned any magical techniques to observe fortune, so he was not clear about his own fortune, but judging from the current situation, his fortune should be quite strong.

However, according to Zhang Chenghuang, this kind of magic for observing fortune is not only extremely difficult to learn, but it is also an absolute taboo to rashly probe someone else's fortune! There is also a risk of being devoured by the other party's fortune!

As for the fortune of Qingfeng Mountain, he is no longer alone. His fortune is also closely related to the four little demons on the mountain and Yang Sheng. It would be excellent to have a treasure to protect his fortune.

Fang Yan put the Mountain God Seal back into his sleeve and looked at the three books laid out on the stone table. They were the first three volumes of "The Mountain God of Qingfeng Mountain" written by Yang Sheng.

The three books on Fang Yan's desk were all original works written by Yang Sheng, and from the very beginning, they were subtly connected with the incense and religious practices of the gods.

However, as the Xiahe Village Academy spread these three books over the years, their connection with the gods and incense became closer and closer. Nourished by the incense, they became even more mystical.

He planned to give these three books to Yang Sheng, believing that his connection with them would help him achieve divine enlightenment sooner.

"Speaking of which, when Yu Zhenzi from Qingxuan Taoist Temple came to trade spiritual materials back then, his disciple surnamed Qiao exchanged three spiritual materials for these three books in the academy, intending to use them for storytelling."

Fang Yan still clearly remembers the excited look on the Qiao disciple's face as he pleaded with him to agree.

"Mr. Qiao, you're quite the smooth talker. This disciple from Qingxuan Taoist Temple is rather interesting."

Meanwhile, at Baixianglou in Gudu City.

Even during the day, Bai Xiang Lou was still quite lively, with the main hall packed with people and many others standing at the door peering inside.

An elderly man dressed in a blue robe stood on a high platform in the center of the hall. In front of him was an ancient table with a folding fan, a gavel, and a water cup.

The old man cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd below and announced in a loud voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, today we will continue the story of the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain within the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

"good!!!"

Upon hearing this, the audience, who had all come for this reason, couldn't help but cheer. After all, this was the most popular storytelling story in Gudu City at the moment, without exception.

The people of Gudu City all know, to varying degrees, that not too far from Gudu City lies a vast, endless mountain range, said to be inhabited by monsters, a place shrouded in danger and mystery.

For storytellers, it is precisely these kinds of stories that arouse people's interest and curiosity. Mr. Qiao told the story so vividly that it was as if there really was a paradise under the protection of the mountain god in the endless mysterious mountains.

"Snapped!"

As the gavel struck the table, everyone's attention in the main hall of Baixianglou was drawn to it. The old man on the high platform spoke, his clear and melodious voice resounding throughout the hall.

"After the evil spirit was beheaded by the mountain god in his wrath, the child was saved, and Peach Blossom Village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain returned to peace, until one day, the sky suddenly darkened..."

On the third floor of Baixianglou, the civil and military judges of the City God Temple were sitting at their tables, enjoying tea and listening to the storytellers below.

Wu Pan looked around with amusement.

"This disciple of Qingxuan Taoist Temple is really capable. Without using any magic, he can turn the once-prosperous Baixianglou into a teahouse just by talking."

Lu Zhang picked up his teacup, took a comfortable sip, and then said, "If I remember correctly, when he was still a mortal, he seemed to have a connection with the proprietress of this Bai Xiang Lou. This disciple of Qing Xuan Dao Temple learned storytelling from her father from a young age and also attracted a lot of customers to Bai Xiang Lou."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wupan nodded slightly and then smiled, "Lu Wenpan also visited Qingfeng Mountain a few years ago. How much of what he said is true?"

Lu Zhang put down his teacup and shook his head slightly upon hearing this. His relationship with that mountain god was not good enough for him to know these things.

"This disciple of Qingxuan Temple used that person's biography to tell his story, which must have been with that person's permission. What does it matter if it's true or false?"

"More important than this matter is that the rift between the underworld appeared thirty miles away from Ancient Ferry City yesterday. Although you and I discovered and sealed it long ago, the fact that the rift appeared in such a close area is not a good omen."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wupan's smile faded, and he said helplessly, "It's rare to have some free time today, why bring this up again?"

"But you're right, this is indeed not a good omen..."

At that moment, unnoticed by anyone, a small head peeked out from outside the Bai Xiang Lou restaurant, listening intently, its eyes growing brighter and brighter...

At night, Xiahe Village is exceptionally lively and bright, as every household brings their first handful of harvested rice to the mountain god temple and offers it before the mountain god's statue.

Under the guidance of the temple keeper, people offered incense and knelt in prayer at this solemn and dignified mountain god temple, wishing for peace and good fortune.

The mountain god festival lasted until very late, and the incense smoke that filled the top of Qingfeng Mountain continued for a whole day.

Today, Yang Sheng can personally witness the unprecedented prosperity of the temple's religious offerings.

As night fell, Yang Sheng closed the temple gates and prepared to return to his room in the side hall to rest. However, he saw the Mountain God appear under the plum tree at some unknown time, his figure shrouded in moonlight, gazing into the distance.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng quickly stepped forward, but seeing that the mountain god seemed to be pondering something, he dared not make a sound to disturb him.

As the faint sounds of prayer faded away, Fang Yan turned around and chuckled, "Yang Sheng, you've had a hard day. Remember to keep those three books I returned to you during the day with you while you're cultivating; they'll bring you benefits."

"Yes, Lord Mountain God."

Fang Yan nodded with a smile, then looked into the distance again.

Although the prayer was extremely faint, Fang Yan could still sense that it was coming from beyond the Hundred Thousand Mountains...