Chapter 290: A Few Things About Mount Hua

"Sir, is this Mount Hua?" Azhenpo, who had finally calmed down from the surprise of escaping from the cage, asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's Mount Hua in this world. Have you been here before?" Yan Xu walked up the mountain slowly. A fox demon appeared out of nowhere and rubbed and whimpered around his legs, which made Azhenpo's mouth twitch.

Although we are not thousand-year-old foxes, you are Bai Daxian who has been practicing for nearly five hundred years, and a fox demon who has been practicing for almost three hundred years. Aren't you ashamed to pretend to be pure in front of me?

Bai Yun really didn't feel embarrassed. After all, she had followed her master for such a long time, and she didn't know how great an opportunity this was. If she didn't hug such a thick thigh quickly, she would be wasting her time on the example set by her ancestor Daji.

"I've been here before, but it was after the Huashan earthquake, so the topography was a little different. I only recognized it after seeing the main peaks." Azhenpo simply stopped looking at the fox demon's cuteness and answered respectfully.

"How big an earthquake would it take to change the topography of Mount Huashan?" Yan Xu asked curiously, because he had never heard of this.

"It happened during the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of years ago. I was just beginning to gain wisdom at that time. I heard about it from the elders in the clan afterwards. It is said that the earthquake affected thousands of miles away, the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, the rivers flowed backwards, and countless lives were lost. It was at that time that the elders accumulated enough good deeds by saving the dying and healing the wounded." When Azhen Po saw Yan Xu suddenly standing still with no expression on his face, she was startled and had a bad premonition, so she asked carefully.

"Sir, this world couldn't be in the Ming Dynasty." Although Azhenpo had doubts, she revealed some certainty, because the topography of Huashan Mountain had not changed due to the earthquake. It was obviously before the earthquake. The only difference was the dynasty. Judging from Yan Xu's expression, it was obviously the Ming Dynasty.

"Yes, it seems I have to ask around." Since Huashan is still there, it shouldn't pose a threat to a transcendent like him, but it's best to prepare in advance, so Yan Xu said.

"I will go down the mountain to investigate tomorrow." Azhenpo said hurriedly.

"There's no rush." ​​Yan Xu was not so panicked, because he just remembered that The Smiling, Proud Wanderer didn't mention the earthquake until the end, so there was obviously still enough time.

When they arrived at Woyun Temple, Lin Pingzhi, who had changed drastically, was practicing boxing in the open space in front of the temple. Judging from the dust wet with sweat, he had obviously been practicing for quite some time.

Although Lin Pingzhi has a very positive outlook on life and has worked very hard in practicing martial arts, he is, after all, the son of a wealthy family. He cannot be said to have been clothed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food, but he is a bit particular about his life. In addition, he has an outstanding appearance, and one can tell at first glance that he is a fair-skinned young man from a good family.

But after half a year of teaching by Yan Xu, Lin Pingzhi was shirtless, revealing his tight wheat-colored muscles. With shouts and gestures, he displayed his masculine strength. He had transformed from a happy person to a passionate one.

"Yes, it seems that you did not slack off during the time when your master was away." Yan Xu nodded in approval, because Lin Pingzhi was really hardworking and self-conscious.

After accepting him as his disciple, Yan Xu did not turn a blind eye to him. Apart from leaving the fox demon here to cast magic to stop those who wanted to go to Woyun Temple, he would also take time to visit every ten days or half a month to teach Lin Pingzhi the basics, so his progress was quite fast.

"But your muscles and bones have not yet fully grown, so you must make sure to rest, eat medicinal food every day, and don't stop practicing qigong and Tai Chi in the morning, otherwise it will affect your future." Yan Xu reminded again.

He never thought that any extreme training method was a scientific training method, especially since Lin Pingzhi was only in his teens and his muscles and bones had not yet fully grown. Excessive training at this time would only cause irreparable damage to the body.

"Yes, Master." Although it was not the first time he heard it, Lin Pingzhi never felt impatient. He only felt the love from his master.

"This is Azhen Po, a good friend of the Master. She will be staying in the temple temporarily. You can call her A-po."

"Lin Pingzhi greets Grandma." Although Lin Pingzhi had never met her, since she was a good friend of his master, she was an elder, so he bowed respectfully. "Good boy, this is the silver needle I made. Keep it close to your body. No matter how badly you are injured in the future, give it a shot. Within an hour, your vitality will not dissipate." The white immortals of Grandma Zhen are all proficient in medicine. With thousands of years of experience, it is no exaggeration to say that they are medical masters. Especially this silver needle made with the power of the immortals is a good thing for turning the tide and escaping from death. It is no exaggeration to say that it can save more lives.

The reason why Azhenpo was so willing to do so was naturally because Lin Pingzhi was Yan Xu's apprentice, so of course they had to maintain a good relationship with him.

After entering the Taoist temple, they first burned incense to Guandi, and then Yan Xu explained the situation of this world to Azhenpo.

The more Azhenpo listened, the brighter her eyes became, because this was undoubtedly a holy place for immortals, with countless incense sticks waiting for them.

Unfortunately, what limits the immortals is never the incense, but the good deeds.

It is easy to obtain incense but difficult to accumulate good deeds, otherwise the immortals would not have spent hundreds of years to achieve perfection.

"Since the immortals came to this world because of me, I will shoulder this responsibility. So no matter what the immortals want to do in this world, they must follow the rules." Although Yan Xu's tone was not strong, his will could not be disobeyed.

"My lineage follows the path of practicing medicine and dispensing drugs to accumulate good deeds. Mr. Huang, Mr. Gou, and Bai Jiaojiao, although their paths are different, they all abide by the rules. Otherwise, the Magic City would not be so peaceful. Moreover, since they have become your disciples, they will naturally be under your control." Azhenpo hastened to express her opinion.

"Well, although incense is good, too much is as bad as too little. Do more good deeds and you will have good fortune." Yan Xu's words were a bit misleading. He knew it, and Azhen Po knew it too, but in Guandi's Taoist temple, these words had to be listened to seriously.

In fact, Yan Xu was not too worried about Azhenpo and the others betraying him, as they did not dare to do so.

Not to mention the harsh contract, just signing it in the Guandi Temple was enough of a guarantee, because neither Yan Xu nor Azhen Po would think that Guandi would be helpless if there were no gods appearing in this world.

After staying for a day, Azhenpo went down the mountain and planned to go to the nearby county town to find a suitable spirit medium. This matter could not be rushed.

There are countless immortals who have been implicated because of finding an unreliable spirit medium. I don't think Azhenpo will make such a low-level mistake.

Yan Xu naturally would not worry about the immortals who had lived for hundreds of years. Besides, the best master in this world was Dongfang Bubai. If the two sides really faced off, it was hard to say whose needle was more powerful.

Yan Xu had nothing to do, so he learned about the recent changes from Lin Pingzhi.

Because the news that he settled in Huashan spread, in addition to Yue Buqun and his wife, many people from the martial arts world came to visit him.

Yan Xu was annoyed, and once he left, only Lin Pingzhi would be left in Woyun Temple, which was not safe, so he left the fox demon behind.

The fox demon was already good at illusion, and after getting the bell he gave her, she became even more powerful. No matter if it was a woodcutter who strayed into the mountains, or a martial arts master with ulterior motives, as long as they got close to Woyun Temple for a certain distance, they would be trapped in the white fog, and when they came to their senses, they would already be standing at the foot of the mountain.

Because some people saw a white fox dancing in the clouds, it was rumored that this was the guardian beast of the mountain subdued by Yuan Hua Zhenren. Only those who were recognized could climb to the peak. Therefore, although fewer people dared to go up the mountain, many more believers burned incense and kowtowed at the foot of the mountain. There was often smoke and fog, which echoed with the clouds on the top of the mountain and became a beautiful scene.

(End of this chapter)