What kind of Journey to the West is this?

When the white fox was passing on information to them, he was constantly trying to induce them to think about the medicine garden.

For example, the death of the Qigong practitioner: the Qigong practitioner was clearly killed by the white fox, but the blame was put on the "Land of King Yu" in the medicine garden.

The white fox wanted to use An Yanxia and Hu Shanjun as shields to attract the attention of the cave wood spirits. However, he was still one step behind. Hiding in the seemingly safe side hall, he was instead targeted by the wood spirits with great effort.

As for why they target the white fox.

An Yanxia said: "It seems that the problem lies in this Huachi real gold."

Hu Shanjun said with embarrassment, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Outside the Emperor's Flowing Juice is a circle of muddy water. I tried to fly over there on the wind, but it felt like a force was pressing on my shoulders. I couldn't move at all and almost sank into the lake."

"The Emperor's Flowing Juice is the true yang within the yin, while the outside must be a turbid yin. Yang energy is clear and floating, while yin energy is turbid and heavy. Lake water is yin, and the human body is yang. It would be difficult for a mountain tiger to fly over it."

Not only Hu Shanjun found this matter difficult to handle, even Sun Wukong and Zhu Yuanshuai were helpless.

Tang Monk wanted to cross the river, but "my master's flesh and blood is as heavy as Mount Tai", "It is difficult to escape from the mortal world even if Mount Tai is as light as a mustard seed".

Hu Shanjun sighed and said, "Then there is nothing we can do!"

"That fox told me that in this cave there is a white wooden staff that Emperor Qi polished and gave to King Yu. The white staff carries King Yu's aura. If you get it, the lake water will part."

Yan Xia shrugged and said, "She probably made it up on the spot. This cave was opened over two thousand years ago. How could the wooden staff from that time have survived intact until now?"

Hushanjun was stunned and slapped his head.

That makes sense!

Thinking that he had been fooled, Hushanjun wanted to recite the spell several more times to make the fox's body full of poisonous sores.

But An Yanxia noticed a detail and suddenly said:

"Of course, that's not necessarily the case."

Hushan Jun was stunned and asked, "What kind of wood can survive for 2,600 years after being cut? I'm afraid it must be the legendary Jianmu or Bodhi tree, right?"

"No, Shanjun, I mean maybe, maybe. Is this white stick actually made of copper?"

...................

Yuwang Cave Heaven, Medicine Garden.

The white fox hid in a bush and licked its wounds.

As a ghost wandering in this ancient cave, she didn't actually need a physical body, but she did cherish this body very much.

Those who have been blind know the value of light in this world. Similarly, those who have lost their physical body cannot help but cherish their body.

This body was left behind by a fox craftsman who died 2,600 years ago. After the construction of Yuwang Cave Heaven was completed, these craftsmen were buried alive with him. As compensation, they would have intact bodies, and their children would be able to serve as assistants or apprentices to the priests, more honorable positions.

There were seventy-two craftsmen in this group. Seventy of them had been worn out by her over the past thousands of years. The remaining one had been burned to ashes by a cultivator who had intruded into the cave during a duel, leaving only a few bones.

This is the last body.

Of course, if she doesn't mind, the body of a Qi Refiner can also be controlled.

But those Qi cultivators were too tough, their bones filled with the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiendishness. She only possessed them for a quarter of an hour before she felt her souls burning. Out of the principle of not wasting anything, she simply ate the Qi cultivators' bodies, consuming their souls as well, leaving only a skeleton.

If this were viewed by the current Qingqiu Fox Clan, it would undoubtedly be a taboo and a challenge to the laws of heaven and earth.

But the white fox knew nothing - she was just a wronged ghost wandering two thousand six hundred years later.

She needs a body, a real body, the kind that combines body and soul, the kind that is alive.

But as a Yin ghost, she only has seven souls, and her body is turbid, which makes her a completely "dead person". She needs something to complement her three souls, to embed a little true yang in her turbid energy, so that she can become a "living person".

And her opportunity lies in the bowl of "Hua Chi Real Gold".

She had to get it.

anyway.

Just as the white fox was licking its wounds and recuperating, two familiar figures walked out of the stone gate.

The white fox had envy, jealousy and hatred in his eyes. He took off the earth escape talisman from his feet and buried it, holding his breath.

Then, I heard Hu Shanjun say in shock:

"Is this really King Yu's cane? This...this...Fellow Daoist, could you please give me a closer look?"

An Yanxia snorted, "You've never seen this before! It's strange, isn't it? I stole this from the old ghost in Xiao Liang!"

"Xiao Liang's ghosts! Do they actually have such treasures?"

Yan Xia took a sip of wine to moisten her throat and said, "Of course, don't underestimate them. Back when I was a young cultivator in the foundation-building stage, I encountered two ghost-refining sorcerers. Those two sorcerers were incredibly powerful. With a wave of their hands, thousands of evil spirits swarmed in response!"

Hu Shanjun had never seen so many ghosts in his life and wondered, "Thousands of evil ghosts. Could it be that all the ghosts in Hejian have gathered together?"

"Ahem, don't interrupt. Do you know Xuanhe Sword Immortal from the Xuanyuan Great Pill Sect?"

"May I ask if it is..."

"The Returning Pill Immortal! A direct descendant of the Dan Ding Sect's founder, Zhongli Quan, and the foremost swordsman of the Three Mountains and Ten Islands!"

"He's such a hero?!"

"Oh, even such a hero was chased all the way from Bohai to Cangzhou by those two sorcerers and nearly died. I saw injustice and drew my sword to save them. I set fire to the mountains and saved a thousand evil spirits and Luo Suchang."

Upon hearing this, Hu Shanjun clapped his hands and said, "Color!"

"So, fellow Daoist, you have such a connection. I was only a demon king in Songzhou, but I had no idea there was such a vast world out there. I really should have gone out and traveled... By the way, what happened to Xuanhe Sword Immortal?"

"Luo Sushang was so grateful that she worshipped me as... Bah, bah, and taught me the Xuanyuan Great Pill Sect's magic formula."

Yan Xia stopped herself quickly to prevent herself from accidentally betraying her teacher and ancestors.

When one reaches the immortal realm, transcending the world of reality and illusion, one's conscious mind can sense the primordial spirit. If someone with whom one has a strong karmic connection thinks of one, one will sense it in some mysterious way.

Good Practice in the Mortal World: Chapter 209 [A moment of negligence leads to a wrong start]

"Tsk tsk tsk, it really is worthy of being called a fairyland. There are so many treasures here."

An Yanxia looked around and everything seemed new and exciting.

Just a step from her would turn out to be hundred-year-old astragalus and thousand-year-old ginseng.

Take a breath and you can smell the rich aroma of Cordyceps and Ganoderma lucidum.

"It's posted! It's posted!"

An Yanxia rubbed her hands together, a smile like that of an old farmer on her face.

Hu Shanjun coughed and said, "Daoyou, we still have important things to do."

An Yanxia refused to listen and reached out to pull out a ginseng root to taste it. Hu Shanjun saw this and was helpless - the lake was there, and unless An Yanxia exerted her strength, he would not be able to cross it.

But after chewing it twice, the girl's face suddenly changed and she vomited several times.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What the hell is this? It's like eating sand!"

The residue was spit onto the ground, quickly turned into gravel, and sank into the soil and disappeared.

Seeing this, Hu Shanjun laughed and said, "I've tried it before! The herbs in this herb garden will immediately turn into sand once you pick them."

Yan Xia asked, "Ginseng fruit grown in the soil?"

Hushanjun was stunned.

"What is ginseng fruit?"

"That's a spiritual root from the Zhenyuanzi Temple, the ancestor of earthly immortals. It blooms every 3000 years, bears fruit every 3000 years, and takes another 3000 years to mature. Eating one will grant you 47000 years of lifespan."

Hu Shanjun's words became incoherent, his hands trembling as he asked in surprise, "Your Excellency, do you know such a senior?"

"Forty-seven thousand years, wouldn't that mean one could become an immortal just by eating one? Such a treasure, used to refine evil spirits, would surely make one the most superior earthly immortal. No wonder, no wonder he's called the ancestor of earthly immortals!"

Yan Xia waved her hand and said, "This Immortal Zhen Yuanzi is of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods. He lives in the Wuzhuang Temple in Xiniu Hezhou. To get there, you have to travel from the Western Regions and cross the 800-li Flowing Sand River. How could I recognize him? But my great-grandmaster Zhongli Quan traveled far and wide, so he should be acquainted with me."

An Yanxia said it lightly, but Hu Shanjun wrote it all down in detail.

If you go from the Western Regions, it's in the north. You can get there by crossing the Flowing Sand River, so it must be not far away.

Based on this inference, it should be in the northeast of Xiniuhezhou, at the junction with Nanzhanbuzhou.

Over there, in the grass.

Ghosts of Xiaoliang, Xuanhe Sword Immortal, Zhongli Quan, Zhen Yuanzi...

These characters were like fairy tales to Baihu, and she couldn't help but shed tears as she mixed truth with lies.

When she was alive, it was still the era of the Five Emperors.

Gun stole the Xirang soil, Yu dredged the Yellow River, Nüjiao got married, and three generations began.

Thousands of years have passed, and these great figures have turned into a handful of yellow earth, and no one talks about them anymore!

The fox was crying here, and Hushanjun was looking at An Yanxia holding the bronze mace.

A ball of emerald green mist gathered around An Yanxia, frightening Hu Shanjun so much that he retreated repeatedly.

But the next moment, he found that the moment the mist touched An Yanxia, it turned into grass seeds and fell to the ground.

The white fox's breathing stagnated, and he immediately put aside the sadness in his heart.

"How can it be!"

"Oh no! That Taoist priest was really invited by the old Fox King. No wonder those wood spirits didn't make things difficult for her. Woe, woe! My chance!"

Swish!

The white fox dived into the grass.

In front of the lake.

The girl plunged the bronze mace into the water and heard a rumbling sound.

As soon as I stepped on it, it was as if I had cast a water-avoiding spell and was walking on flat ground.

Hushan Jundi stretched out his foot and stepped on the surface of the lake, and indeed felt that the force that was pressing him to fall to the bottom of the lake disappeared.

——That’s it!

——So it comes!

The tiger demon looked at the handful of imperial fluid in the large bluestone, his eyes burning with anger.

He is a Qi-refining master who cultivates to be an earthly immortal. Qi-refining masters absorb Qi to build their foundation, return to their innate state, and cultivate Qi to refine their evil spirits.

Relying on the incense of Yuwang Mountain, he finally achieved "returning to the original state" after more than 20 years. If he wants to cultivate the inner energy and refine the evil spirit to become a resident earth immortal, who knows how many more years he will have to waste!

The life span of a tiger is only twenty years. Even if it returns to its original state, its natural life span is only ninety-nine years.

The realm of immortals is about understanding, not seeking. If you cannot understand, you will never become an immortal even until your death under normal circumstances.

That's why Hushanjun wanted to find a scroll of immortal scriptures to gain enlightenment.

Although the immortal scripture has not been found, it has given him another hope.

"It's really a bright future after a long journey!"

It slowly bent down and lay on the ground, transforming into a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes.

Then An Yanxia said:

"It seems I was right. Tiger, with the treasure in front of us, we should also establish some rules, um... Tiger?"

An Yanxia was just thinking about how to divide this treasure into three parts and seven parts, but she heard footsteps and turned around suddenly:

A white-browed tiger brought up a gust of wind, whoosh!

Like flying, it rushed past him, leaving behind a cry:

"Each one depends on his ability!"

An Yanxia was immediately shocked. Does "each one relies on his own ability" mean that you have to run three steps first?

She cursed, "You conscienceless monster! How dare you disregard the moral code of the underworld!"

Hu Shanjun couldn't help but shout:

"Fellow Daoist, this time I owe you a favor... I really need this item! I'll return the ten taels of silver first!"

With a sweep of the tiger's tail, a shiny silver ingot flew over fiercely and blocked An Yanxia's way.

Yan Xia's eyes widened when she saw the silver ingots coming towards her.

He took out the copper mace, twisted it around and around with some skillful force, and drew a spiral in the air. The silver ingot seemed to be stuck to the copper mace and stayed on it steadily.