Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 181: Mountain and Water Blessings
"Is there any wonderful legend about that rock?"

Chu Tai looked at the wandering cultivator with some curiosity. Seeing him cough twice and look thirsty, he put his hand in his arms, turned his magic power, condensed some sweet spring water, made a tilting motion, and filled half a cup for the wandering cultivator.

The faint vitality and clear spiritual inspiration made several casual cultivators stare at them with wide eyes. The middle-aged casual cultivator in sackcloth clothes who spoke first said, "It's actually the best spiritual spring! More, more."

Chu Tai showed the stinginess of a small man. He covered the water source with his hand, poured only a little more, and then took the cup in his hand.

"You can have it if you want. If your story is attractive enough, I'll give it to you. If not, I'll drink it myself."

As he said this, he was about to pour the water into his mouth. Seeing this, the man dared not pretend anymore. He hurried forward and said repeatedly: "I promise to satisfy you, satisfy you."

As he said this, he wanted to take the cup, but Chu Tai stopped him with his hand. Several other casual cultivators beside him also spoke up one after another, asking the middle-aged man to speak faster. One of them even said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Wait a moment, the spiritual spring will dissipate."

Hearing this, the man didn't bother to ask for more and could only tell Chu Tai what he knew.

"Fellow Daoist, don't think that I have entered the ranks of cultivators now. Thirty years ago, I was also a boatman on both sides of the strait."

Hearing this, everyone present showed a look of surprise. The casual cultivator who started the conversation couldn't help but interjected, "Then you must have great luck and talent."

If you are unlucky, you will not be discovered by the monks. If you are not talented, you will not be taught any magic even if you are noticed by the monks.

Therefore, the middle-aged cultivator smiled and nodded, saying: "This is the proudest thing in my life."

When Chu Tai heard this man say that he was once a boat tracker, his eyes lit up. He suspected that this guy was a person of the previous generation who was nurtured by fate, but he did not find any problems with him.

Curious as to whether the man was bragging or something unexpected happened later, Chu Tai pretended to pour the water in the cup into his mouth, and the man hurriedly stopped him.

Chu Tai looked back at him and said with an unhappy face: "What do you mean by that? What does that rock have to do with it? If you don't explain it clearly, I won't give you this spring water. If you delay any longer, the spiritual power in this water will be dispersed. It will be wasted if you don't drink it now..."

As he spoke, Chu Tai showed a distressed expression.

Seeing this, the man looked around, pointed to the corner and said, "Let's go to the side, I'll tell you the secret, and you give me the water."

As soon as these words came out, several casual cultivators nearby began to ridicule, but the man said calmly, "This master spent the spiritual spring to obtain this secret. Why do you want to listen to it casually? Unless this master is willing to let you know."

Hearing this, Chu Tai sneered: "Don't put your little tricks on me. You don't know whether you can say it or not. Why let me take the blame? Hurry up, or I will really drink it."

Seeing Chu Tai drinking water again, he lowered his voice and said, "That rock is actually one of the spiritual objects worshipped by the boatmen on both sides of the river. The boatmen here practice a skill called "Walking Carp Swimming in Water", which emphasizes that the body is like a carp swimming in the air, and the steps are like walking on water."

"That rock looks like a leaping carp, so it is believed by many people. It gathers a little bit of human energy, and every ten years or so it blesses the boat trackers on both sides of the river, making a child more suitable for swimming. This is the best hope that the boat trackers on both sides can see."

Chu Tai showed a hint of doubt when he heard this, and said, "Really? This thing may be more important than the ability to make a living in the eyes of the boatmen on both sides of the strait. Is that what you are telling me?"

"Of course it's true, I swear. Can you give me the water now? I've lost most of my inspiration."

The man said with a look of heartache on his face. Chu Tai handed the water over hesitantly, but took it back halfway and added: "Swear again that you didn't hide anything."

Hearing this, the man hesitated for a moment and added, "That thing can only be used by boatmen on both sides of the river. If an outsider wants to get the blessing, he must have been pulling boats on the riverside for at least ten years, or have a father who has been pulling boats for twenty years."

After saying that, the man snatched the cup of water from Chu Tai and poured it directly into his mouth.

"you!"

Chu Tai deliberately made a shocked expression. The man who swallowed the water immediately said that he had told Chu Tai the secret, and then his face was intoxicated.

"It is indeed a top-quality spiritual spring. I feel that my magic power has become a little purer. If I can consume it every day, I will have a chance to become an immortal."

Chu Tai poured a glass of water into his mouth with an unhappy look on his face, and said with an unhappy look: "This thing is not so easy to collect, there is only this little bit, and it is all gone."

After saying that, Chu Tai walked out the door and looked at the rock again.

This time, Chu Tai already knew in advance that this thing was extraordinary, but he could only see a slight precipitation of the human essence Qi, but no other changes could be seen.

The light of the sun and the moon rotated in Chu Tai's pupils, and "Yuan" was gradually reflected. Only then did Chu Tai notice some slight differences.

Following the changes in "fate", Chu Tai looked at the direction of the surrounding mountains and rivers.

"So that's how it is. This rock is just a symbol. The secret method that person left behind is essentially an influence on the mountains, rivers and land veins here. The sacrifice has already begun since pulling the boat. Every step is a sacrifice to this piece of mountains and rivers, and also a change to this piece of mountains and rivers..."

"Generation after generation has left their mark on this land, making it more difficult for the alien species living in this area to survive. At this rate, in another 1,800 years, the problems with both water veins and alien beasts will be significantly reduced."

"So, are these rewards a help to the boat trackers or a compensation to them?"

Thinking of this, Chu Tai looked back at the cabin, where a middle-aged cultivator was sitting cross-legged in the corner, transferring his magic power and purifying his breath. Under the guidance of "fate", he could see that this guy really had some traces of the blessing of this landscape on his body.

"It's a pity that this blessing was stolen, and part of his spiritual feelings and vitality were also stolen. His bones should have been damaged in the process of being stolen. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to achieve anything in the future..."

Chu Tai, who understood this, took a closer look at his past and fate.

There was a faint bright yellow glow on the thin air, which was the result of his daily good deeds.

In addition to the bright yellow glow, there is also a slight grey aura, which is a manifestation of the constant presence of minor evils.

After taking a closer look at his future, we can see that he will eventually come back here to protect the mountains and rivers, coming from the mountains and rivers and returning to the mountains and rivers.

'Why……'

Sighing silently, Chu Tai stretched out his hand and used the mountain and water magic to draw a wisp of mountain and water true qi onto the man.

Then, he slightly moved the fate, and the man who was originally purifying his magic power suddenly felt that he was connected with the surrounding mountains and rivers, and the sounds of horns from both sides of the river kept reaching his ears.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

The man's breathing rhythm coincided with that of the boat trackers outside. Then his breath rose and he exhaled a few wisps of foul air. Then he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of joy.

Several casual cultivators nearby showed envious expressions, but still stepped forward one by one to congratulate.

After the middle-aged cultivator returned the greetings one by one, he said that he needed to practice for a while and continued to sit cross-legged in the corner.

It was not until midnight that the man came to Chu Tai and bowed to express his gratitude.

(End of this chapter)