Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 408 Seeking Immortal Fortune Deep in the Southern Mountains

The Taoist priests Fangde and Wuzhi are playing chess.

They certainly saw six tourists waiting respectfully beside them as they went up the mountain.

However, they did not stop their chess game to greet them, because they had encountered this situation several times in the past few days. These people were all seeking immortality after learning that there were extraordinary beings in this world.

Master Fang De placed a black piece and chuckled softly, "How many waves is this?"

“The seventh wave.” Master Wuzhi shook his head and sighed. “I’m wondering if we should move. The number of people who have come to bother us in the last three days is more than in the past three years.”

"Yes," Daoist Fangde nodded. "If a few more groups of people come, our food reserves will run out, and we'll have to go down the mountain to buy more. By the way, how much money do you have left?"

"Three hundred and seventy-nine yuan and fifty cents." Master Wuzhi spoke while thinking, then placed a white piece. "You're out of money?"

"Yes!" Master Fangde retorted, "I still have more than two hundred yuan!"

Master Wuzhi stroked his chin. "Last time you went down the mountain, did you secretly buy some wine and drink it?"

Master Fang De curled his lip, "You're so good at math, why don't you go to the city and tell fortunes for people?"

Master Wuzhi said calmly, "Now people in the city use artificial intelligence for fortune telling, which is more accurate than mine."

Master Fangde couldn't help but laugh out loud, "The times are developing too fast! Not only do we have artificial intelligence, but we even have immortals now."

Upon hearing this, Master Wuzhi laughed, "You really believe they are immortals?"

Master Fang De raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you envious?"

Master Wuzhi countered, "Aren't you envious?"

The two old Taoist priests exchanged a smile and continued playing chess.

The two had been playing chess for decades, just for fun, without much thought. So after about twenty minutes, Master Wuzhi took two more of Master Fangde's black pieces, and Master Fangde resigned.

The defeated Daoist Fangde arranged the chess pieces, while the victorious Daoist Wuzhi took a sip of cold tea, turned his head and saw the six people stepping forward with expectant eyes, so he said directly, "You are the seventh wave. We are just ordinary people, not the cultivators you are looking for."

Master Fangde then asked, "Isn't the one who showed up a Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain? Why don't you go to Qingcheng Mountain?"

The leading man naturally couldn't say that the competition at Qingcheng Mountain was fierce; they were taking a roundabout approach. So he simply smiled and said, "Nanshan is known as the ancestral vein of Tianxia. I believe the cultivators here are definitely the most powerful."

It can talk!
Master Fangde and Master Wuzhi looked at each other and smiled.

Master Fang De tidied up the chess pieces and placed them under the stone table. Then he stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "It's getting late. It's not easy for you to come all the way to the deep mountains. Why don't you stay here tonight? I'll go make some food."

“No need, no need, we brought canned food and a tent,” a man hurriedly said.

"How many more days are you going to stay in the mountains? Do you have enough supplies?" Master Wuzhi asked with a smile, then added, "Let's save as much as we can."

The group fell silent. To conserve resources, they bought food from villagers or guesthouses after entering the mountains. It has to be said, the things the mountain people sold to them were expensive!
Master Fangde laughed and said, “It is fate that we meet. Although our house is simple, it is better than a tent. It is very cold in the mountains at night. Without a place to shelter from the wind and rain, it is not good for your health.”

"Then thank you very much, gentlemen." The group quickly expressed their gratitude.

"You're welcome." Master Wuzhi waved his hand.

Seeing that the two old men had long hair adorned with hairpins, wore long robes, and cloth shoes, and seemed to be Taoists but were not quite, the group couldn't help but ask, "Are you two old gentlemen also Taoists?"

“The paths in the mountains are not registered in the Taoist community,” Master Wuzhi said casually.

Master Fangde scooped a basin of flour out of the house, poured in water and kneaded the dough. Although he looked to be in his seventies or eighties, he still had plenty of strength in his hands and quickly kneaded a large piece of dough, which he then set aside to rest.

Then he first washed a large handful of wild vegetables, and then cut off a piece of cured pork from a local pig, slicing it into thin slices with a few quick slaps, showing off his impressive knife skills. "We'll have noodles for dinner, authentic Guanzhong-style oil-splashed belt noodles. Can you handle the spice?" Master Fangde asked.

"Yes, yes!" The group nodded repeatedly.

"Could you give me a bowl?"

Just then, a gentle voice rang out, and everyone turned around to see a young man who had just walked up the steps halfway up the mountain waving in their direction.

Gu Zhao walked up and looked at the group of four men and two women, "Are you also here to seek immortality and find cultivators?"

The single word "also" reveals his purpose.

"Are you one too?" a woman asked, answering with the same single "also".

"Immortals aren't so easy to find. These two old men are just ordinary people who live in seclusion in the mountains," a man said.

"Come on up, it's not easy for one person to go into the mountains alone." Master Fangde beckoned to Gu Zhao, then looked him up and down. "You came into the mountains dressed like this?"

At this moment, Gu Zhao was dressed casually in sneakers. Although a few spots on his clothes looked a little dirty, he was generally quite clean and tidy. But there was one more important point...

"Where's your luggage? You didn't bring anything at all, did you?" a woman asked in shock.

Gu Zhao shrugged. "The mountain road was difficult to travel, and we got lost halfway there."

"Good guy!"

"It's really not easy for you to have made it this far alive!"

"It's not that bad, this isn't exactly a no-man's-land."

"Come and have some water, take a rest." Master Wuzhi brought a bowl of water, reached out and pulled Gu Zhao up to the platform they were on, and then gave him the water.

"Thank you." Gu Zhao said thank you, drank the water in the bowl, and returned it to Daoist Wuzhi.

"Why don't you stay here for the night? Tomorrow I'll take you to that village down there and find a villager to help you get out," Master Fangde said to Gu Zhao. "You might not be able to get out on your own."

"Okay, thank you." Gu Zhao thanked him again.

Then he sat down with a few tourists and listened to them talk to Master Wuzhi, who also chatted with them casually.

"Grandpa Wu, have you ever met any cultivators in Nanshan?" A woman couldn't help but bring the topic back to cultivation.

“There are cultivators everywhere in Nanshan,” Master Wuzhi laughed, “but there isn’t a single one who can fly.”

A man scratched his head. "That shouldn't be the case. There are videos of them in Laoshan and Qingchengshan, and there are also videos of them in Xiyue. There's no reason why there shouldn't be any in Nanshan!"

"Idiot, even if they did, would they let you know?" another woman scolded.

"Sigh! Are we really going to have to venture into the no-man's-land?"

"Let's head north again tomorrow. There are many small Taoist temples on the northern slope of Nanshan Mountain. We can go and look for them."

"Fuck-"

With a few sizzling sounds of oil, Master Fangde put his spoon aside, pointed to the bowls of noodles on the counter, and said, "The noodles are ready, come and get them yourself!"

(End of this chapter)