Weird cultivation of immortality starts with possessing a mysterious book

Down the mountain?

Gu Xing was confused. There were no mountains near this section of the official road?

However, when he opened the curtain, he found a high mountain standing in front of him.

The location of the carriage was not on the official road, but on a grassy area, and there were also sights that had never been seen nearby.

Is this the work of Scholar Ji?

Did he bring the carriage here without him noticing?

I don’t know the way here, how should I go back later?

But as if he guessed what Gu Xing was thinking, Shusheng Ji patted his shoulder and said on his own initiative.

"I'm already here, and you can't go back for the time being, so just follow me up the mountain."

Hearing this, Gu Xing was decisive and knew that he had no possibility of refusing, so he got out of the car with him.

Although he didn't know what Shusheng Ji wanted to do, at least he didn't show any malice.

This is also the reason why Gu Xing has not made any reaction until now.

If the other party is slightly malicious, he might be ready for a fight to the death.

Putting the carriage back, Gu Xing looked at the mountain in front of him.

The mountain is not high, but it is still a long way up the mountain.

So he asked.

"How do we get up the mountain?"

Scholar Ji put the book box on his back and said with a smile.

"Traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, it's natural to walk up the mountain with your legs."

After that, he started to go up the mountain.

Most of the foothills in this world naturally have no roads. After all, no one sets foot there at ordinary times.

But when Scholar Ji walked in front, the grass and trees gave way.

As we walked forward, our green shirt was clean, not even a drop of dew stained it.

Gu Xing looked at it, surprised, and then followed him silently.

Scholar Ji's pace was not very fast, as if he were out hiking to climb mountains. As he walked, he admired the scenery on the roadside and shared his feelings with Gu Xing from time to time.

He even recited some bad limericks from time to time.

No need to guess, everyone knows that he should have done it himself.

Gu Xing was still a listener, walking silently, listening silently, and chiming in from time to time.

However, in the wild, this kind of leisurely mood is difficult to maintain forever.

Sure enough, not long after, a skull with bone wings floated over.

When Gu Xing saw it, he immediately recalled the information about the skull.

Flying skulls are weird monsters that are usually born after a practitioner dies in a high place and the head is separated from the body.

Because this kind of weirdness comes from practitioners, it is usually at least a dangerous level of weirdness.

And the one in front of me, judging from the degree of decay of its bones, must be at least vicious and weird.

Seeing this strange thing floating towards them, Gu Xing didn't react much and just looked at Scholar Ji.

Scholar Ji said "Oh" and sighed.

"Why is there always something to disturb my mood?"

As he spoke, he opened the bookcase behind him, but no movement was seen. Even Gu Xing didn't feel any energy fluctuations.

The next moment, the flying skull turned into an afterimage and flew into the book box.

"despair!"

The book box was closed again and Scholar Ji continued to move forward.

And from beginning to end, his footsteps did not stop for a moment.

Gu Xing was silent. It seemed that this person was stronger than he thought, and he would probably have to fight to move up the realm.

And the thought of fighting to the death can probably be left behind.

There are a lot of weird things in the wild, so there are many strange things blocking our way along the way.

But there is no doubt that all these weird things went into the book box and contributed more than a dozen gray-white mist to Gu Xing.

And after walking for about a quarter of an hour, they finally reached the top of the mountain.

However, what caught their attention immediately was not the small temple in front of them, but the strong smell of meat that permeated everywhere.

"Monks eat meat?"

A trace of curiosity flashed in Gu Xing's heart, and then he followed Shusheng Ji towards the small temple.

Arriving outside the small temple, before knocking on the door, a hoarse voice came from inside.

"The donors outside, please come in directly. The old monk happened to have made a pot of meat, so we can eat together."

So, the two of them pushed the door open and walked in.

There is a small courtyard in the door. There is a stove in the courtyard. A pot of delicious broth is boiling on the stove. The aroma makes people salivate just by smelling it.

Beside the stove, there was an old monk, who was tightly wrapped in monk's robes, and his hair was a little sloppy, hanging down over his shoulders, covering his entire face.

Gu Xing took a look and discovered the problem.

From top to bottom, this man didn't seem to show a trace of skin.

"Two donors, do you want to eat?"

At this time, the old monk handed over two bowls of steaming and delicious broth.

On the way to hand it over, he lowered his head from beginning to end so that the two of them could not see his face clearly.

Although the smell was tantalizing, Gu Xing had no intention of taking it.

Does anyone know what this broth is made from.

As for Scholar Ji, naturally he would not accept it.

However, the old monk didn't get angry when the two of them refused to answer. He let out a hoarse laugh, and then swallowed both bowls of broth in one mouthful.

"Such a delicious broth, the two donors don't understand good food!"

After that, he returned to the stove and guarded his broth.

However, at this time, Gu Xing's heart was filled with horror.

Just when he was drinking the broth, the old monk showed his face.

His face was covered with black lines, and his eyes were extremely dark.

Gu Xing is naturally very aware of these abnormalities.

This old monk is a weirdo!

And its degree of weirdness is definitely not low, I'm afraid it won't be long before it completely turns into weirdness!

At this time, Scholar Ji suddenly sighed.

"A drunken monk, why are you doing this?"

The old monk was silent for a moment, then murmured.

"The only thing I like best in my life is delicious food. Now that delicious food is ahead of me, how can I hesitate to move forward even if I am crazy?"

"You, a scholar of mountains and rivers, should be able to understand my wishes."

"Indeed," Shusheng Ji sighed with emotion, but then suddenly cursed, "In this bullshit world, you have to have something you want in order for people to want to live."

At this time, he suddenly turned to look at Gu Xing and asked.

"Brother Gu, what about you, what do you want?"

What you want?

Gu Xing shook his head and then said.

"I probably just want to survive and see more of the world."

"See more of this world? That sounds good."

Scholar Ji read and suddenly sat down.

"It's just this bullshit world, what's there to see?"

As he spoke, he took out two wine gourds from the bookcase behind him and handed one of them to Gu Xing.

"drink wine?"

Gu Xing hesitated, then nodded.

So, in the small temple, one person ate meat, two people drank wine, and both remained silent.

The wine is mellow and the meat is fragrant.

The bitter wine entered his throat, and at this moment, Gu Xing felt that it had a different taste.

I don't know how much time passed. After the wine was drained and the meat was finished, Scholar Ji stood up and said seriously to the old monk.

"The Meaty Monk, I made a promise to you, and I'm here to fulfill it. Are you ready?"

"The donor kept his promise, and the old monk admired it."

The wine-meat monk sat cross-legged on the spot, put his hands together and recited the name of the Buddha.

"But the old monk is alone and has nothing to repay. He can only wish the benefactor success in his journey and get what he wishes."

After saying that, he lowered his head and became silent.