Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 83 Immortal Bone Without Cold and Heat

The red cliffs of Manting Peak are steep and surrounded by green pines, like a huge green screen.

The southeast wall of the peak cliff is engraved with the word "Mantle Pavilion" written by Wu Sixue in the Ming Dynasty. It seems that the eye-catching big characters of Leyan and Broken here can be clearly seen within several miles even in a moonlit night.

There is a long weathered rock cave at the waist of the peak. Inside the cave is a huge boulder, which is completely square. The stone surface is as flat as a whetstone, just like a chessboard laid flat, but the word "Han Si" is engraved in seal script on it, which is strong and deep into the stone surface.

But tonight, the cave is brightly lit, the candles shine on the hairs, the colors are stretched, the vermilion gauze is spread on the floor, and the scent spreads throughout the cave. The chessboard stone is also full of guests, men and women, all in the form of toasting and talking. No one acted for a long time.

With the cold wind blowing outside the cave, the guests at the table slowly faced the wind, making a soft whirring sound, shaking their arms and hems, like countless moths flapping their wings and rushing towards the candle flame.

At this time, only when the people in the deep banquet accidentally turned their heads and turned sideways, would they find out in dumbfoundedness that none of the guests seated in the Eguanbo belt and Zhuchai emerald ring are living people, and they are all imaginary objects made of rice paper. real people.

The heavenly officials, Xingjun, Jintong, and fairies sitting around the cave are gorgeously dressed and stiff. Their faces are painted with thick ink and exaggerated blush, which are used to cover up the dead whiteness of the bottom of the skin. The godless eyes drawn with a little bit of ink can't stop, just maintain a fixed posture, calling for a silent feast,

The more exquisite the paper-making skills and the more lifelike the paper figurines are, the more horrific these false bodies will be; the more extraordinary the postures of these gods and the more vivid and free and easy the banquet movements, the more frightening this silent feast will be.

When these paper figurines, who were supposed to accompany the dead to be incinerated and ascended to heaven, became the same guests at the feast of the living, no matter how delicious the food was, they couldn't help savoring the smell of paper candles and the aura of the underworld...

"Reverend Yuanhua, why are you so frowning? But I didn't entertain you well?"

A void voice came from the wind, as if it came from the distant sky.

Yuan Huazi thought about it carefully, and it seems that this kind of ethereal and helpless words may come from a wisp of green smoke in the incense burner, or an old dragon in a secluded cave, but it will never be uttered by a living person.

Yuan Huazi sat in the paper figurine banquet, naturally sitting cross-legged as if lonely and empty, his eyes were lowered without paying any attention to the horror around him.

"The old man is a monk, and he doesn't drink alcohol or eat meat. I'm afraid the kindness of your master was paid by mistake."

The ethereal voice came again.

"On the Manting Peak, there has long been a miracle that the Queen Mother of the West held a feast for the immortals, and the emperor of Wuyi ruled over the immortals. Today, the immortals in this country are nothing more than imitating one or two, and set up this banquet for the immortals all over the world. They just ask real people to guide them."

The voice of the words floated vaguely in the air, and the candlelight in the cave flickered suddenly, turning into countless double images, and then slowly returning to one, accompanied by a shadow swaying into the cave.

The reason why it is said that a shadow enters is because there is only an extremely dark shadow in the cave, which looks like a maid holding a lamp. Even the extremely narrow flower shoes touch the ground, the beaded hairpin on the head shakes, and the hair on the temples flutters from the shadow. I can see clearly from above, but I didn't see the shadow's body exposed under the bright lights...

"This girl's name is Zhao Zhu'er. She was whipped to death by the evil lord at the age of 12, and she was crushed into the well and drowned. Today, she is a maidservant of ghosts. She has a wicked appearance, so she won't show her disappointment in front of real people."

Piao Miao said casually, but the shadow had already arrived in front of the chessboard stone, and a large jade plate appeared on the table without warning.

"The feast of the immortals in the world naturally has delicacies that cannot be found in the world."

"The first dish 'Furong Cooking Dragon Liver' was taken from the body of a dragon that fell in the Dongting the day before yesterday. The dragon's body was rotten and cut off, leaving only a two-foot-long armor under its neck. Fortunately, the dragon liver was not damaged. Today, I specially invite a piece of it. "

The origin of this dish is appalling, and the color is even more indescribable. The jet-black liver is still dripping with blood, and after being scorched by a fierce fire, it emits a strange smell that smells like a stinky, fragrant smell. It is shaped like a bamboo shoot that has never been seen before.

Yuan Huazi narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly closed them.

Just as Yuan Huazi closed his eyes and chanted sutras, the ghost maid's footsteps sounded again, and there was the faint sound of water drops falling on the ground in the air.

This time, a golden cup was placed on the chessboard stone, which was very small.

"The second way, 'Hua Diao Drunken Phoenix Brain', is obtained from the hands of sea merchants. Thousands of miles away from the stone pond, on the Danxue Mountain of the Royal Sao Kingdom, colorful Wenfeng sings and dances by itself. When you see it, the world is peaceful, and the wise are drunk Wine, I was lucky enough to have a banquet today."

The gray-white brain tissue was placed on the plate, and it was dotted with an extremely gorgeous multicolored feather. It really was a bird that the world had never seen before.

The strong smell of alcohol continuously floated up from the golden cup and penetrated into Yuan Huazi's nasal cavity, making him frown.But at this time, the paper figurine gods and jade girls next to them seem to have a little red on their faces...

"Why do real people insist that they don't drink meat and wine? Could it be that these heavenly delicacies and delicacy of gods are not in your eyes?"

The ethereal voice was a bit joking, "When Liuhe warriors came from Huixian Temple, they knew everything clearly."

"No. The old man just has a bad appetite, and he didn't underestimate his good intentions."

Yuan Huazi's emaciated body was wrapped in Taoist robes, like a dying old man, compared with the jewels and rich clothes around him, it was a bit ridiculous.

But the crowd was as quiet as an empty house, and it was obvious that he was the only living person, which added a touch of weirdness to the comic.

The scene of this feast of immortals in the world was grand, no one used their chopsticks to drink, and the dishes on the table were slowly increasing, all of which were foods that had only been heard of in fairy tales.

Among them is the green mud of Yunmen Mountain, which is said to be invulnerable to food. It is soft and pale green in color, mixed with lichen moss.

There is a plum jujube in Luyi that is as big as a fist, and blue and green like a jade, which can be used as a reference for the shadow of a person.

There are also four snacks of jade chips, cinnabar, white stone, and mica.Four fruit plates of calamus, ganoderma, dendrobium, and poria cocos, and the delicacies on the chessboard stones are all served in water and land, just like a fairyland.

"Real people."

The misty voice sounded again, "I am kind enough to collect celestial delicacies. This is an opportunity that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty couldn't get in exchange for burning his watch and paying homage here. How dare you dismiss it?"

The movement of the paper figurine in the room slowly stopped in the wind, and the arms and sleeves that were raised high also slowly fell.

"This Han sacrificial pavilion has been abandoned for a long time, and Han Wu has finally become a pile of loess. Although the old Taoist has cultivated Qi and cultivated the spirit for many years, he knows that he is not a fairy, so why force this opportunity. Your master kindly understands the old Tao, and this meal is still good. ..."

"Humph!"

With a loud roar, all the gods in golden armor and fairies in feather clothes turned their heads to look at Yuan Huazi at the same time, and the faint look in their dot-mo eyes turned from fairyland to ghostland for a while.

A strange whirlwind suddenly blew up in the stone room, gray shadows and candlelight intertwined, Yuan Huazi looked serious, and said quietly, not looking at the Zhizha Shenren who were dancing with demons.

"My lord, the old Taoist is fortunate to have borrowed the "Taiping Jing", but this fairy feast is the art of eating and nourishing in the "Lingshu Ziwen" written by the Qingtong Maharaja."

"Your Majesty must be Quanzhen's first patriarch, Qingtong Jun Donghuazi. Since he is from the same origin as the veteran Youlong Sect, why bother to force him so kindly?"

Yuan Huazi finished speaking softly, but heard the ethereal voice sounding again.

"Some things shouldn't appear in the mortal world. If you stop here, you still have a chance to turn around. It's not in vain for me to save you once."

(End of this chapter)