I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 119: Its external sound, the mountain-driving technique

The mountain wind was howling, and the hunter wrapped in an animal skin vest was chasing along the way.

When they go deep into the wild forest and there are more and more insects and wild animals, the hunter takes out a stick of incense from the animal skin bag and blows on it to light it.

Wisps of white smoke rose up, and the hunter took the grass fragrance as thick as the boy's arm and fumigated his body.

Only after the human smell on his body was completely covered by the strong smell of medicine did the hunter step into the deep forest where few people were.

After passing through the forest and climbing up the mountain, the hunter blew a whistle, and soon a few black spots appeared in the distant sky getting closer and closer.

"Ya-Ya--"

The howling mountain wind was accompanied by a low, hoarse noise, and several crows that were blacker than coal landed in front of the hunter.

The leading crow was old and its feathers were no longer shiny.

It landed in the front, and walked slowly, one step deep and one step shallow, until it came to the hunter.

"Shanwazi, what do you want from me?" the crow spoke.

A simple smile appeared on the hunter's dark red face.

He carefully took out a piece of cloth from his arms, which contained a dozen seeds of the herb.

The hunter picked up a grain and put it back in his pocket, and distributed the rest to the crows in front of him.

Looking at the crows in the revolving lantern eating candy beans, Xu Qing was puzzled. Aren't these crows afraid of the poison of the tongue-depressing grass?

He continued to look down. The old crow still spoke in that hoarse, smoke-like voice, but this time there was some surprise in it.

"Shanwazi, where did you find so many tongue-pressing grass seeds?"

The hunter grinned and said, "I've saved all these years. When I was little, my father always said that to others, tongue-pressing grass is a ghost herb, but to the old crows on the rocky mountain, it's a magical medicine that can increase wisdom."

"As long as we have the seeds of the tongue-pressing grass, we can ask the old crow of the Stone Mountain to help us."

Crows repay their parents, and lambs kneel to suckle. Hunters who often hunt in the mountains are obviously very familiar with the nature of these crows.

"That's true. The crows of Stone Mountain have always been like this, but there's something we must discuss first."

"Mr. Crow, please speak."

"Every matter has its own size. If what you ask is too dangerous and we can't do it, don't complain then."

The hunter smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. It's neither stealing nor robbing. For Master Xiao, it must be of only benefit and no harm."

"Is it really that simple? Tell me about it."

"I want to ask Mr. Ya to help me find someone."

"Who is it?"

"An old shepherd."

To the west of Tianjin, there is a mountain range called Yanjing Mountain, also known as Xijing Mountain.

Xijing Mountain stretches for nine hundred miles, with countless rare birds and wild beasts, as well as many scattered mountain villages.

That day, the hunter was standing on a high stone ridge, squinting his eyes at a village.

Above his head, a group of crows circled back and forth, and bursts of crow crows could be heard.

The hunter looked up and gestured, and the crows flew into the mountains and disappeared.

Outside Huangpi Village, a shepherd wearing a tattered cotton jacket passed by.

He took a few puffs of his pipe, looked at the children chasing and playing at the village entrance with a smile, and puffed out clouds of smoke from his mouth.

After the children had played enough and returned home, the hunter standing on the high stone ridge took out his hunting bow, put the arrow coated with poison on the string, and aimed from a distance at the old shepherd who was enjoying the cool air under a tree at the entrance of the village.

"Boom-"

The bowstring vibrated, and the shepherd who was smoking a pipe in the distance felt his hair stand on end. Without thinking, he rolled over on the ground.

With a thud, the powerful arrow penetrated deeply into the tree trunk behind the shepherd.

The entire arrow sank into the hole, leaving only the tail feathers trembling. The shepherd's cloudy eyes even became a little clearer because of this.

The high ground at the entrance of the village.

The hunter's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although he was hunting people in the mountains this time, he still followed his past experience and chose to hunt in the downwind direction.

He originally thought that this arrow would definitely not miss, but he never thought that it would be noticed by the other party. Even the mountain fox's sense of smell should not be so sensitive.

No wonder the immortals from Huangxiantang are unwilling to take action.

The hunter, who was sturdy and strong, was not annoyed when he missed the target.

As a hunter, the thing you have the most is patience when hunting.

He drew his bow and shot a few arrows. The hunter squinted his eyes and saw that the old man had already hidden behind a tree.

With a slight sigh, the hunter put away his crossbow with regret.

He was at a disadvantage in the first confrontation.

However, the hunter did not give up hunting. He jumped off the stone ridge, holding a hunting knife, and approached the shepherd old man at a leisurely pace.

Approaching the flock of sheep that had no smell of sheep, the big sheep surrounded the little lambs, stamping their hooves anxiously and making bleating sounds.

When the hunter came to within a few feet of the shepherd, he stopped.

"Old man, you shouldn't be harming people in my mountain. How about I make a deal for you? Return the child I kidnapped these days and promise not to set foot here again, and I'll let you go."

As he spoke, the hunter calmly took a step forward and continued to approach the shepherd.

"Haha." The shepherd boy seemed not to notice the hunter's actions. Instead, he took a step forward and said with a smile, "Young man, I didn't kidnap your child. Why are you so anxious?"

"If you want to buy sheep, then you can exchange them for some mountain treasures that you like. If you don't have any, I advise you to mind your own business."

At this time, the hunter's hand had unconsciously rested on the hilt of the knife.

The shepherd raised his pipe and took a puff.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned the pipe upside down and put it to his lips.

The mouth full of yellow teeth blew towards the smoldering tobacco in the pipe, and immediately bright sparks flew out.

"Old bastard! Your grandfather doesn't have any mountain treasures, but he does have a mountain knife!"

When the distance between him and the shepherd was shortened to within the reach of his blade, the hunter could no longer suppress his anger.

He held a machete in his hand, like a bear standing up. No one knew what method he used, but his aura suddenly rose to a level far beyond that of an ordinary warrior.

The machete was powerful and was about to split the opponent in half. Suddenly, the shepherd two steps away raised his pipe and started blowing into the hot pipe.

The whistling wind was mixed with countless sparks and smoke. Xu Qing only saw the revolving lantern go dark, and then only some fighting sounds continued.

The scene before my eyes was like watching a pantomime, except that it was the images that were silent, not the sound.

Xu Qing stared blankly, but could do nothing.

He still wanted to know what tricks the old shepherd had, but the opening puff of his pipe made him blind.

When the black screen turned bright again, only the hunter was left. He was lying on the ground, surrounded by a few birds. A crow brought dewdrops to his smoke-smoke eyes.

After a while, the hunter could vaguely see some scenery, but in Xu Qing's perspective, it was like a layer of fog, and everything was hazy. He could not recognize anything two steps away.

The old crow's hoarse voice rang out: "The shepherd was kind enough to spare your life, but your eyes are not easy to cure."

The hunter also made a hoarse sound when he heard this, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning coal in his throat.

"I'm doomed. That old man has some uncanny tricks. My internal organs have turned to charcoal. Otherwise, how could he leave so easily?"

The old crow was surprised and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you die, who am I talking to?"

The hunter laughed like a bellows.

"I swallowed a grass seed. I won't die until the tongue-pressing grass drains all the energy and blood from my body."

The old crow looked at the hunter who slowly sat up, and besides confusion, there was also some admiration in his eyes.

"The tongue-depressing grass is resistant to crows. If you want to detoxify it, just open your mouth and let me spit out some saliva, and it will come out on its own."

"But as you said, removing the poison from your body would actually harm you."

"Shanwazi, this is too difficult. I really can't help you."

The hunter didn't take it seriously. He stood up, staggered a few steps, and said, "My life is not important, but if Master Ya really wants to help, why not help me pass on some messages in a few days so that the immortals in the mountains will know."

The message that the hunter had asked to be delivered was none other than the "rumor" that Huang Xiantang had taken over the task of punishing the shepherd.

When the old crow heard this, he was obviously embarrassed.

"Mr. Huang holds a grudge very strongly. If he knew I spread rumors, he would definitely cause trouble for me."

The hunter glanced in the direction of Huangpi Village and said, "This isn't difficult. I have a way to make it agree to this personally."

Fifty miles south of Huangpi Village.

There are hunters chasing people up the mountain.

"Those of you on this side, please turn around!"

"I am a mountain dweller from this mountain. May I ask if the old immortal Huang from the Huangxian Hall of the Little Immortal Family can practice here?"

"Hehe, he calls me Xiaoxianjia, so we are also immortals!"

"Xiao Er is the Little God, then I am the Big God, and Grandpa Huang is the Old God."

"Everyone be quiet!"

Amidst the shrill cries of the children, a slightly older one spoke up to stop the noise.

The hunter glanced sideways and saw that it was a marten with dark, shiny fur imitating human speech.

"Good man, you are really good at talking. My name is Huang Laoxu, I am the immortal from Huangxiantang, and I am also the master of Huangtiao Mountain, which is fifty miles long."

Huang Laoxu's eyes rolled around and he couldn't stop looking at the game in the hunter's hand.

Those were some live pheasants.

The hunter's eyes swept over the groups of yellow-skinned people, and finally landed on Huang Laoxu: "The mountain folk disciples have paid homage to the immortals."

"I heard that the hall worshipped in Huangpi Village is also the Huangxian Hall of the immortals. I wonder if this is true?"

Huang Laoxu said with a smile: "Within a radius of a hundred miles of Huangtiao Mountain, ninety-nine percent of the people who worship here are from my Huangxian Hall, and Huangpi Village is naturally no exception."

The hunter said calmly, "That's right. I have a small favor to ask of you. I hope the immortals can help me."

"Tell me what's going on. If it's a small matter, there's no need for me to intervene. My little immortal family can handle it."

"It's nothing serious. I just lost some small items at home a few days ago. I think they were stolen by a passing thief. I hope the immortal can find the thief and the lost items."

When Huang Laoxu heard this, he realized that it was just a trivial matter of losing and finding something, which could be given to the young immortals in the hall for training.

Huang Laoxu summoned his most talented and accomplished grandson and handed the job to him.

The little yellow-skinned boy has only been practicing Taoism for about fifty years and doesn't know how treacherous people are.

The hunter was worried that Huang Laoxu would be difficult to fool, and now seeing a little yellow wolf who was ignorant of the world coming, he had to dig a hole and let these immortals jump in.

When Xiao Huangxian first heard the hunter say that other villagers also had lost items that needed to be found, he thought it was too much trouble. But when the hunter said that any conditions were acceptable and that offerings would be necessary afterwards, Xiao Huangxian was immediately tempted.

If this mission is successful, its grandfather will look at it with new eyes, and it will be very impressive when it walks in the hall in the future.

"Good man, be so generous! Then I'll give you an old chicken from the immortal family and a basket of boiled eggs with double yolks!"

Little Huangxian didn't know what the price was for Huangxiantang to perform rituals, or how much offerings were required. He just said what pleased him.

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When the hunter heard the other lion open its mouth wide, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

A yellow fox and a chicken. Who knows how many wives and concubines the old yellow fox has married over the years, and how many children, nephews, and grandchildren have given birth to.

Besides, it is not easy to find a basket of double-yolked eggs. These are not the testicles of animals, they usually come in a pair!

The hunter had no choice but to bargain with the little yellow fairy.

And he had to lower the price, otherwise Old Huangxian would definitely notice the problem.

It's just a small thing, but you charge such a high price. Isn't it obvious that there is something wrong?

After finally finalizing the matter of sending out the horse, the hunter finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Immortal. We will give you these pheasants as a gift. If you need them in the future, we will help you."

After leaving Huangtiao Mountain, the hunter rushed all the way home. When he returned home, the deflated hunter was as pale as gold paper and was about to die.

His pregnant wife at home was at a loss as to what to do and just held his body and cried.

"Don't cry, I have good news for you. The most famous Huangxiantang in the surrounding area has promised me that they will find the lost children in the village and punish the child traffickers. When you arrange my funeral, remember to tell everyone this good news."

"But you will suffer in the future." After finishing his business, the hunter looked at his wife and his last breath dissipated with a sigh.

The righteous man sings a sad song, and the brave man cuts off his arm.

After Xu Qing finished praying for the hunter's body and looked at his revolving lantern, he found that he had nothing to do with the despicable human image that Huang Laoxu had described before.

It’s a pity that even though the righteous man put in all his efforts to obtain the Huangxiantang, he was still no match for the shepherd.

Fortunately, there is still the Cat Fairy Hall in Tianjin.

In the end, the Sutra of Deliverance gave two earth-character rewards.

One is the external sound, the other is the mountain-chasing technique.

It can hear the voices of ghosts and gods, and communicate with birds, beasts and insects. It is a wonderful method of going from deep to shallow and returning to nature.

Xuan Yu once told Xu Qing that if a demon wants to learn human language, it must first learn bird language. If it wants to learn bird language, it must learn all the bird languages ​​in the world and master all kinds of syllables before it can achieve human voice.

If people want to learn the language of birds and animals, they just need to have a clear mind, then they can feel the nature and understand what the birds and animals are saying.

Let’s look at the art of mountain hunting, which contains various practical secret methods used by mountain hunters to patrol the mountains and forests. Whether it is treasure hunting or identifying various mountain treasures and rare treasures, the art of mountain hunting has them all included.

In addition to these, it also contains many secret formulas to avoid the invasion of poisonous snakes and insects, as well as the bear-walking method to increase strength when crossing mountains and ridges, and the armor and horse talisman for lightening the body.
In just a short while, Xu Qing transformed from a town zombie who didn't know foreign languages ​​and didn't know how to survive in the wilderness, into a mountain herder who was proficient in the language of birds and animals and the art of mountaineering.

(End of this chapter)