After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 302: Stone King Valley, collecting coffin fungi!
"Have you got the coffin fungus?" Chen Yang asked directly to the point.

"This one……"

He Shiwu felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

Chen Yang frowned, "What? Didn't it work? Something unexpected happened?"

He Shiwu laughed dryly. "I did encounter some accidents. Those coffin fungi are connected to the coffin. After they are taken down, they can't be stored for long and will wither soon. So I thought, I will wait until you come to pick them. I will pick the freshest ones for you, which can ensure the best medicinal effect..."

"real or fake?"

"It's true."

He Shiwu quickly replied, "Of course, there are some other problems. Although our boss has communicated with Xigong, and the konjac boss has allowed us to enter their territory on Laoguan Mountain, those coffin fungi are related to the things in the coffin..."

"Our boss said that ordinary coffin fungi are fine, but those mature ones may not be so easy to get. They may wake up the things in the coffin. Give me a little more time, and I will find a way to find one for you..."

……

After hearing this, Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He had vowed before that he could help me get the coffin fungus, but now he has slapped himself in the face.

"Forget it. I will arrive at Stone King Valley early tomorrow morning. I will figure out a solution myself then!"

Chen Yang did not make it difficult for her. After all, Huang Daolin was with her this time, and Huang Daolin had promised to help him get the coffin fungus.

"You are coming to Stone King Valley?" He Shiwu expressed some surprise.

"What, you're not welcome?"

"No no no."

He Shiwu quickly denied it, "It's just that there has been unrest on Old Coffin Mountain recently, and someone broke into the underground palace again. If you rush over here rashly, you might be in danger..."

Of course, she was not concerned about Chen Yang's safety. He Shiwu might even wish Chen Yang would die.

She was just worried about herself. After all, if something happened to Chen Yang, where would she find the antidote for the gall virus?

"Since I dare to come, I am naturally not afraid."

Chen Yang said, "Don't let your friends come out and cause trouble."

He Shiwu asked awkwardly, "Did you bring me medicine?"

A month has passed, and in the past two days, she has begun to feel unwell. She knows this feeling well, for it is the gall virus in her body that is about to break out again.

"Don't worry, I won't miss you."

Although He Shiwu failed to accomplish the coffin fungus business this time, it was just a small matter and she is still useful now.

……

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Silent all night.

The next morning, I had a simple meal.

Chen Yang, Huang Daolin and Yang Wenhui arrived at the top of the cliff in Hongxi Valley.

Huang Can, Yang Bo and others stayed in Hongxi Valley.

Laoguan Mountain is too dangerous for them. If they go there, they will just be a burden.

The three of them had to work very hard to pull the coffin up.

The other side of the cliff is too high. People with acrophobia really can't stay in such a place.

The wind is very strong on the top of the cliff. If you don't stand steadily, you might be blown down.

Looking from afar, Old Coffin Mountain is still the Old Coffin Mountain, and Stone King Valley is still the Stone King Valley.

Gray fog lingered in the valley, as if some ferocious beast was breathing out fog in it.

After many days, Chen Yang looked at Stone King Valley again, and the uneasy feeling in his heart still existed.

Perhaps because there were two old men around, this uneasiness was not as obvious as the previous two times.

"Is that the Old Coffin Mountain?" Yang Wenhui asked.

Huang Daolin nodded, "How do you feel?"

Feel?

Yang Wenhui was slightly stunned, then shook his head, "It doesn't seem like a good place to go. Is that miasma?"

In the deep mountains, the decaying animal and plant corpses, coupled with the special geographical environment, will form poisonous fog, which is called miasma.

If ordinary people accidentally inhale it, they may experience dizziness, nausea and vomiting at the very least, or even their lives may be in danger.

"Well, poisonous miasma, can you withstand it?" Huang Daolin said.

"Ah."

Yang Wenhui smiled, "I have been using poison to refine my body since I was young. Although I cannot say that I am immune to all poisons, a mere miasma cannot do anything to me..."

After all, he is a big shot in Panshan Realm and he often walked in the mountains in his early years. How could he be afraid of miasma?

"You should ask this little guy if he can bear it?" Yang Wenhui turned his gaze to Chen Yang.

Huang Daolin also looked at him.

Chen Yang said, "If you can handle it, I should be able to do it too!"

He has a strong physique and is immune to Class B biological toxins. The so-called miasma is a toxin fermented by certain microorganisms, which can strictly speaking be considered a biological toxin.

The miasma shouldn't be higher than level B, right?

Huang Daolin took out a wax pill from his pocket and handed it to Chen Yang. "Your life is at stake. This is not the time to show off. Before you enter the valley, put this pill under your tongue..."

Naturally, Chen Yang didn't be polite to him.

He put away the wax ball and said thank you.

"I'll go down first, you put the coffin down."

Huang Daolin had obviously made preparations in advance. He took out a large bundle of ropes from his backpack, threw one end to Chen Yang, and held the other end in his own hand.

He just jumped up, stepped on the cliff, and ran quickly to the bottom of the cliff.

Chen Yang held the rope with one hand and stood steadily on the cliff.

This old man trusted him too much. If he loosened his grip, he would fall down and die.

"Hey, in recent years, Brother Huang Wu's cultivation seems to have become much more profound. He should be not far from the realm of creation, right?" Yang Wenhui sighed.

"Is he very powerful?" Chen Yang looked at him curiously.

He had always wanted to ask this question. Huang Daolin was a little too mysterious to him.

Yang Wenhui asked, "Don't you call him uncle? Don't you know him?"

Chen Yang shook his head. "He is the Taoist priest of Huangjia Village. I have just met him not long ago. I have only met him twice..."

"Ah."

Yang Wenhui smiled and said, "You are really careless. You have only met him twice, and you dare to follow him here?"

Chen Yang said, "Haven't I only met you two or three times?"

"How is that the same? After all, I have some friendship with your grandfather." Yang Wenhui's voice rose by two decibels. "What kind of relationship does he have with you?"

"You mean, he will harm me?" Chen Yang's eyes moved slightly.

"That's not the case."

Yang Wenhui shook his head. "Brother Huang Wu is a loyal and honest person. He didn't vent his anger on the rest of our Yang family during the Erlang Temple incident. His character is trustworthy. However, he hid it very well..."

"Hidden deep? You mean, cunning?"

"I mean, his cultivation."

Yang Wenhui said, "His cultivation is a little hard to understand. Maybe this is how the Duangong lineage is. Although he is also in the Spiritual Realm, his Spiritual Realm is different from ours. My eldest brother once competed with him and was no match for him..."

"Your eldest brother? The one who is almost in the Creation Realm?"

"Ok!"

Yang Wenhui nodded. "So, I said he hid himself very well, not showing his true identity in the mountains or in the water. He could be considered a true hermit, but not many people knew of his existence..."

At this time, Huang Daolin had reached the bottom of the cliff.

Chen Yang felt the rope lighten, and then it was pulled several times.

Looking far away, Huang Daolin was standing at the foot of the cliff, making gestures to him.

Chen Yang quickly pulled up the rope.

He tied the rope to the coffin and asked Yang Wenhui to help pull it, slowly lowering it.

The coffin is really heavy. Carrying it and hanging it make completely different feelings. The wind is strong and it sways back and forth. It’s really hard for one person to hold it.

More than ten minutes later, the coffin was successfully placed at the bottom of the cliff.

The next step is easy. Just let Yang Wenhui go first.

He was still used to being the last one to go, not because he didn't trust Yang Wenhui, but because he was always cautious.

The rope was hung on the tree next to him, and Chen Yang quickly descended to the bottom of the cliff like a nimble monkey.

……

Huang Daolin had already carried the coffin on his shoulders. After Chen Yang came down, he walked non-stop towards the Stone King Valley.

The terrain below the cliff is relatively flat, with a mixed wood forest where the trees grow very densely. There is no road, so you have to walk by yourself.

Huang Daolin walked in front, carrying the coffin on his shoulders, rushing forward.

Chen Yang and Yang Wenhui followed closely behind. It was the first time for both of them to come to this place. As they walked, they carefully paid attention to their surroundings, fearing that there might be any sudden danger.

The distance from the bottom of the cliff to the Stone King Valley is about two kilometers. After walking for more than ten minutes, the three of them arrived outside the valley.

The three peaks, like conjoined twins, stand on the body of Bamianshan Mountain. From a distance, they look like a crown.

Looking closely at this time, the three peaks are connected together, forming a valley in the middle, with only one side leaving a small exit.

The three mountains are about two hundred meters high and have a slight slope.

Seen from outside the valley, the mountain looks ordinary, covered with vegetation, with occasional exposed cliffs, and nothing special.

There was a gray mist lingering in the valley. If you look closely, you can see a hint of green in the gray mist, which looks abnormal.

miasma!

The sun had just come out and the fog had dispersed a lot, but it had not completely dissipated, and there was still a thin layer of mist. Chen Yang's heart was pounding, and he felt as if he was being stared at by some powerful beast.

Looking at the valley entrance ahead, he was a little hesitant, as if there was some huge horror hidden in the valley.

Huang Daolin carried the coffin and walked into the valley entrance without saying a word.

Yang Wenhui followed closely behind, and then Chen Yang.

Walking to the end will make it easier to escape if you encounter any problems.

Chen Yang peeled off the wax pill given by Huang Daolin, revealing a white pill. He took it out directly and held it under his tongue.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Although it is recommended to have confidence in your own physical condition, if you cannot withstand the miasma, the embarrassment is a small matter, but you will also suffer.

Inside the Stone King Valley.

The space is very large, and what comes into view is a wide flat land with almost no grass growing on it.

There are mountains on three sides, including Laoguan Mountain.

The cliff is covered with caves of various sizes, many of them, one layer after another.

It can be seen with the naked eye that many of these caves contain coffins.

Hanging coffin!

No one knows how long these hanging coffins have been stored on these cliffs. Over the long years, many of them have decayed and many have broken into scattered wooden boards.

There are not many coffins that appear to be relatively intact.

The fog hasn't dissipated yet and it's a bit hazy.

These gray and green mists look unserious at first glance and have an indescribable smell.

It smells bad, but not completely bad. It smells a bit musty, and also a sour smell of something fermented...

All in all, it’s hard to describe in one word.

Chen Yang held the pill under his tongue, and a faint fragrance was released, rushing straight to the top of his head, quickly dispelling the strange smell.

He was breathing freely, but there were no signs of poisoning.

Huang Daolin placed the coffin under the western cliff.

He raised his head and looked up the cliff, but he didn't know where he was looking.

"Is the senior at home? Twenty-seven years have passed, and I have returned it as promised!"

Huang Daolin suddenly spoke and shouted towards the cliff.

Chen Yang's face was filled with disgust.

Is that how you greet people? It's like you're just visiting neighbors.

The next second, Chen Yang suddenly felt a chill and shivered all over.

It was as if he was glanced at by some terrifying beast, and goose bumps appeared on his back.

This feeling is fleeting.

Mental strength.

The feeling just now was that someone was using powerful mental power to spy on me.

Chen Yang raised his head and looked towards the cliff. It was grey and unclear. He could not grasp the source of this mental power.

Yang Wenhui's face was also filled with surprise.

He was in the spiritual realm and could definitely feel the existence of spiritual power. Presumably, his heart was even more shocked than Chen Yang's at this moment. He stood there with his body straight, and was obviously much more respectful.

Huang Daolin didn't say anything else, but just looked at the cliff above seriously, as if he was listening to something carefully.

The being on the cliff was communicating with him.

After a moment, Huang Daolin retracted his gaze, turned back and said to Chen Yang and the others, "Xiao Yang, come with me, Yang Lao San, tie up the coffin..."

"it is good."

Yang Wenhui nodded quickly, obviously a little nervous.

"Don't be afraid, just follow me."

Huang Daolin gave Chen Yang a comforting look.

Chen Yang nodded slightly, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart. How did you see that I was scared?

Okay, it's a bit hairy.

However, it should be a normal physiological reaction.

Huang Daolin came to the foot of the cliff, tied one end of the rope around his waist, grabbed the cracks in the rocks, and climbed up the cliff quickly like a strange creature.

This skill is probably better than those so-called top rock climbers.

Chen Yang waited for a while at the foot of the cliff. When Huang Daolin reached the top of the cliff, he pulled the rope and climbed up.

This cliff is not very high, about a hundred meters or so.

About thirty or forty meters from the top of the cliff, there is a larger cave entrance.

The entrance of the cave is square, obviously carved out of the stone wall by humans.

The cave is about seven or eight meters wide and more than twenty meters deep, just like a stone chamber.

In the middle of the stone chamber, there is a coffin.

The coffin was already covered with thick dust. It was made of the same golden nanmu wood and was tightly tied with iron chains as thick as wrists.

"Uncle, is this the senior you mentioned?"

Chen Yang stood at the entrance of the cave and didn't even dare to get close to the coffin.

Although there was still some distance between them, he could clearly feel an extreme oppression.

Huang Daolin just nodded without saying anything more. The two of them worked together to pull the coffin up from the bottom of the cliff.

It was carried to the middle of the stone chamber and placed next to the coffin.

After doing all this, Huang Daolin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior, I have fulfilled my promise and returned the item to its original owner. It just survived a thunderstorm the night before and was blessed..."

Huang Daolin stood beside the coffin and reported the situation to the being inside.

As he was talking, his tone changed. "I, the junior, am shameless and would like to ask you for a few corpse mushrooms. I hope you can help me..."

There was a moment of stillness in the air.

"boom."

The coffin shook slightly, and a lot of the thick dust on it was shaken off.

The sudden movement made Chen Yang's heart skip a beat.

I thought the being in the coffin was angry.

The next second, many tiny white threads were seen growing out of the cracks in the coffin.

These white threads grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into mushrooms that looked like Ganoderma lucidum. Then their surface changed from white to black and gradually took shape.

one two three four……

There are eight plants in total, all the size of an adult's palm.

It was dark and had a fishy smell.

Is this the coffin fungus?
"Thank you, senior."

Huang Daolin was delighted and immediately went forward to pick them.

"Uncle, let me do it."

Chen Yang suppressed his excitement, walked past Huang Daolin, and arrived at the coffin first.

This thing is a rare treasure, and the system will definitely give out a lot of rewards.

"Be careful and don't touch it directly with your hands."

Huang Daolin took out a dagger and handed it to Chen Yang.

Then he took out a cloth bag and placed it under the coffin fungus.

This thing is highly poisonous, so Chen Yang was naturally careful. He put the dagger close to the coffin and cut off the first coffin fungus, which immediately fell into the cloth bag.

"Ding, A-level spiritual treasure [Corpse Mushroom] found, the illustration is opened, and the reward [Qi-boosting Pill Recipe]*1 is obtained. The item has been placed in the system warehouse and can be used at any time!"

"Ding, collect 1 A-level spiritual treasure [Corpse Mushroom], experience value +1000 points."

……

System prompts followed.

It’s actually the recipe for Qi-boosting pills?
Chen Yang's eyes lit up.

Yunshen Pills are a medicine for replenishing mental strength, while Buqi Pills are a medicine for replenishing physical strength.

Qi-boosting pills are more advanced than physical strength essence. If your physical strength is within 1000 points, one Qi-boosting pill is enough to replenish the physical strength you have consumed.

For the Panshan monks below the spiritual realm, Qi-boosting pills are obviously more practical.

The system was indeed generous enough, and beyond his expectation, it actually gave him the prescription directly.

The value of this thing, like the Yunshen Pills, is completely beyond imagination.

Chen Yang's breathing became noticeably faster.

This trip to Laoguan Mountain was not in vain.

The recipe of this Qi-boosting pill alone is enough for him.

After a while, all eight coffin mushrooms were picked.

A total of 8000 experience points were brought to Chen Yang.

His eyes fell on the coffin, and he could hardly suppress his excitement. In just a few breaths, eight strains of coffin fungi grew out, and they were all A-level, powerful coffin fungi.

The existence in this coffin is extremely powerful.

If he could continue to produce coffin fungi and cut them one after another, he would be able to upgrade to a level seven mountain herder in no time.

(End of this chapter)