After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Three months later, in the Hengduan Snow Mountain, the caravan walked down the steep hillside with knee-deep snow.

This is the only way from the Central Plains to the northern ice field. Only by climbing the ridge of this continuous snow-capped mountain can you get a glimpse of the coldest place in Canglan.

The map of Canglan Great World is very simple, and the land is a not-so-standard perfect circle.

The most central place is the Central Plains. This place claims to be civilized and is the source of the Canglan human race. Because of the protection of the powerful monks, it is rarely damaged by floods. It is the most prosperous place in Canglan. People born in the Central Plains are uncivilized. There is always a certain subtle contempt among barbarians.

Compared with the Central Plains, Nanban has many mountains, Dongling has many trees, and West Desolation has many sands.

And the Arctic is full of snow.

Throughout the year, only during the fire season in July, the Arctic will see the sun for a few days.

Hengduan Snow Mountain is like a sharp knife, erected at the junction of the Arctic and the Central Plains, blocking the communication between the two sides in the mortal world, but the Arctic is so rare, the black pearls produced by the sharks deep in the North Sea bloom on the top of the snow peak The fairy medicine snow lotus, or anything else, as long as you get a little bit of scum, it can be exchanged for wealth that can't be spent in a lifetime for ordinary people.

No matter how great the obstacles are, they can't stop the birds who die for food and the people who die for wealth.

This long-distance caravan of hundreds of people was one of those who died for wealth.

The owner of this caravan is a mortal born in the Central Plains. He accidentally picked up a North Sea Merman not far from his house after a flood. The Merman looked like a young child. When it was picked up, it was dying and weak. He tugged at the sleeve of the then young caravan owner and begged him to send her back to her hometown.

The owner of the caravan didn't say anything, he patted his chest and agreed, and then told him to sell the mermaid to the city lord who lived in Xiancheng.

In addition to the several immortal cities of Yuheng Dao, there are also the Sword City of Tianjian Dao and the Guanshi Immortal City of Xiaoyao Dao. The city owners of the other immortal cities belonged to the Taitai court. In the hand, layer by layer, the young mermaid girl was finally sent to the palace of Datai.

The emperor was delighted with this treasure, and even the owner of the caravan was rewarded a lot.

The boss, who didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, quickly opened a big business, while the young shark girl who was imprisoned in the palace was unhappy, and she disappeared after two years.

The emperor felt very sad. Hearing the news, the boss who was already a big businessman changed his mind, called for help, packed his bags, and planned to go directly to the Arctic to hunt a North Sea shark and come back.

For this reason, he also specially searched for contacts, and invited an old guide born in Arctic.

The old guide was surnamed Bai, and was called Mr. Bai by the people on the road. He specialized in leading people across the Hengduan Snow Mountain. Among other things, he had a big temper and asked for a lot of money, which was particularly annoying, but he was on this road. I have been a guide for more than 30 years, and I am very familiar with Hengduan Snow Mountain. Being led by him, although the boss has encountered several dangers along the way, he has survived all of them without any danger.

Yesterday they passed the snow-capped mountain ridge, and today they could probably go to the nearest snow castle to find an inn to live in. At noon, they stopped to refresh. The boss wrapped some silver fruits in a silk bag and wanted to reward the old man.

As a result, as soon as he entered old man Bai's tent, he was pushed out by the old man.

"Don't come here, you have a shark curse on you, what if you pass on bad luck to me?"

The boss dismissed old man Bai's words, and the middle-aged man who had grown a general's belly in a few years directly threw the silver fruit in his hand into old man Bai's tent, and said: "Many people have also said that I have a shark curse on me over the years. , but not only have I not been unlucky, but my luck is getting better and better, old man, if you believe this, why don't you take my sleeve and rub it for you, maybe you can also get a little bit of good luck."

"Tsk." Old Man Bai shook his head, "Give me the money, get out."

The boss frowned.

He intended to criticize old man Bai, but thought that there was still a long way for old man to lead him. After weighing the pros and cons, he didn't say anything, but before leaving, he slammed the curtain of old man Bai's tent.

The shaking of the door curtain let the cold wind pour in from the gap, and the temperature of the small tent immediately dropped to freezing point. The old man fiddled with the stove with the fire spirit stone, hugged it in his arms, and sighed slowly: "Young students, it's not that you don't want to report , before the time comes, why can't you understand?"

The boss, who had already walked a long way, did not hear his exclamation. The boss shivered, and drove the workers who were sitting and resting, and let them go on the road.

The sooner you reach your destination, the sooner you can get rid of that annoying old man.

The owner of the caravan thought so, so the caravan, which had not yet had a good time to rest, set off again slowly.

Not long after setting off, the caravan met another group of people.

It was a group of dressed... quite weird people.

This group of people wore snow-white gowns that were indistinguishable from Bai Xue when they stood in the snow. They wore white masks with no patterns on their faces, and carried a triangular flag on their shoulders.

A white snake with its body coiled together is painted on the banner. The white snake spits out snake letters vividly, as if it is hissing.

The boss glanced at it and quickly lowered his head.

I don't know why, but the white snake on the banner makes the boss feel very uncomfortable. The two black bean-like eyes on the raised snake head don't know what they are looking at. A creepy sense of evil.

The boss summoned Mr. Bai and asked about the origin of this group of people.

Old Man Bai wandered over with a cigarette bag, and frowned when he saw the group of people.

"People from the White Snake Cult... this is bad luck."

"White Snake Cult?" The boss wondered, "Who and what is the White Snake Cult?"

"Oh, it's a sect that believes in a god named White Snake. There were not many people in the first place. The believers are usually good at one or two hands of medicine. They used to be very popular in Snow Castle in the Arctic."

"Originally? Once upon a time?" The boss repeated these two words, feeling bad.

He complained: "Guys who claim to be gods are all trying to harm people. Five-year-old children in the Central Plains know this. Why can't you people in Beibing learn to be good?"

Old Man Bai was too lazy to care about his ubiquitous sense of superiority, and continued to explain: "But since half a year ago, the people who believe in the White Snake seem to have changed. First, there are more strong people..."

"What? Strongman?!" The boss shouted in surprise.

His shout attracted the attention of the White Snake Sect, and soon a follower of the White Snake Sect came to ask questions.

The believer was a burly man, and the white robes of the White Snake Cult believers were not so much worn by him as they were wrapped around him, stretching out the outline of muscles, as small as if they had been ripped off from someone. .

When he walked in front of the boss, the big man pushed off the mask, revealing a ferocious face with a red garlic nose and whiskers underneath.

"……"boss.

This, this, this is the face of a standard strongman.

What the caravan is most afraid of is encountering a strong man. Although he is good at seeking wealth through danger, the boss, as a fat man who does not work hard, is completely vulnerable to a strong man.

The boss trembled and asked, "Strong man, is there anything you can do?"

The big man took out a roll of white paper and spread it out. The boss raised his head tremblingly and saw that there was an eight or nine-year-old girl drawn on the white paper.

"This...a strong man, is this?"

"Have you seen her?" The big man asked in a low voice.

The boss thought carefully, the big man stared at him closely, neither of them saw old man Bai standing beside them, looking at the portrait on the scroll, with a look of astonishment on his face.

This astonishment lasted only for a moment, and the old man immediately suppressed it, returning to his usual expression of disliking cats and dogs.

The boss quickly finished his thinking and replied, "I haven't seen it before."

The big man turned around and shouted to other White Snake Sect believers not far away, "Say you haven't seen it!"

The people not far away responded, and the big man turned his head to them again and said, "Just draw this little girl, dead or alive, if any of you have seen it, report it to the White Snake Temple, and the Lord God will reward you a lot. If you can catch her , life or death, Lord Shangshen will grant one of your wishes!"

The boss didn't pay attention to the big reward that the big man said at first, but when he heard the word of fulfilling his wish, he subconsciously held his breath.

When the big man left, the boss immediately turned around and asked Mr. Bai, "Is this White Snake Spirit reliable?"

Mr. Bai was originally pondering, but his thoughts were interrupted by his questioning, and he said impatiently: "I don't believe this... I advise you to not get involved with the White Snake Cult. Since a group of believers changed half a year ago, now the White Snake He taught him to do everything, and it is said that he still has a backing from the demon head of the demonic way, and he has ruined many people's families."

"Oh," the boss didn't pay attention to Mr. Bai's warning, but sniffed out something unusual, "So, this White Snake Cult is extremely powerful in Beibing..."

Old man Bai frowned even tighter.

After a while, he stopped looking at this man who was obsessed with power and wealth, and perfunctory the boss, retreated into the caravan, and walked with his mount.

Mr. Bai's mount is a three-eyed yak, which looks like a hill, with extremely long hair that drags from its belly to the ground.

The three-eyed yak, which was as big as a hill, carried as much luggage as a hill. When they arrived at their destination, Snow Eagle Fort, they entered the inn, and the luggage unloaded from the three-eyed yak piled up in a hall.

Mr. Bai picked up a rolled blanket by himself, and directed the others: "Send it to my room."

After finishing speaking, he left the other people in the lobby with bitter faces, and walked straight away.

The old man entered his room, and put the blanket on the bed in the inner room with a gentleness that was completely different from his usual attitude.

Then he turned to let the husband of the caravan bring his things in, and drove those people away.

When he walked into the inner room again, the rolled blankets had been unrolled, revealing the sleeping little girl with her eyes closed.

But to the surprise of Mr. Bai, there was another person in the inner room.

A woman in white with a translucent body and her feet not touching the ground.

The woman in white lowered her body and stared at the sleeping little girl. When she heard him coming in, she raised her head to look.

Her face was as pale as snow, and her eyes revealed an indescribable sadness.

Old man Bai's reaction was not unpleasant.

He instantly took out a yellow talisman and hit the woman in white.

"Hey—what kind of ghost is here to haunt you!"