Calabash Fairy

Far from the vast mountains, on a fairy mountain hidden in the clouds.

"By the decree of the Dao Ancestor, a person destined to be with our Daoist sect has appeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Region. Wen Yu, go and search for him. If this person is truly destined to be with our Daoist sect, you will be able to meet him."

"Master...your good disciple has just returned, you can't send Junior Sister..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go!"

As the aged voice faded, a figure in white robes seemed to be kicked out of a celestial mountain and plunged into the sea of ​​clouds…

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Two days later, in the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

Fang Yan flipped through the book "Qingfeng Mountain God, Volume One" in his hand, sometimes covering his face and sometimes shaking his head.

Although he was used to being worshipped by the villagers of Xiahe Village, Yang Sheng's writings still made him feel ashamed.

The entire text, spanning tens of thousands of words, includes not only lengthy sections of praise but also numerous accounts of his deeds...

The problem is, there are many of them...

Fang Yan has absolutely no recollection of doing it!

Just as recorded in this book:

In October of a certain year, a woman surnamed Guo in the village suffered a difficult childbirth. It was suspected that evil spirits were at play, which angered the mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain. The mountain trembled, scaring away the evil spirits, and Guo's child was born safely.

"The mountains trembled... I'm afraid you're referring to that time when Junheng got drunk and started brandishing his sword on my mountain..."

"Achoo!! Achoo!!!"

Inside the mountain god temple, Jun Heng, who was lying on his back on the ground, suddenly sneezed twice. He rubbed his nose, sat up, and looked around with some confusion.

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Fang Yan flipped through the book for a while longer, but eventually gave up and simply closed it, tossing it back onto the table.

"However, come to think of it, this thing seems to have some connection to Shinto incense offerings..."

Fang Yan looked thoughtfully at the incense sticks of the divine path that drifted in the secret realm like smoke, containing faint golden light.

In Fang Yan's perception, these religious incense offerings were having a subtle connection with the books on his desk.

Fang Yan flipped his hand, and a small golden seal engraved with a lifelike image of Qingfeng Mountain appeared in his hand.

This is his Mountain God Seal.

As soon as the Mountain God Seal appeared, the incense offerings from the surrounding deities began to slowly gather towards it.

Don't let its small size fool you; it was this very little thing that caused Junheng to suffer a great loss back then.

This treasure can be sized at will, and when used within the Qingfeng Mountain area, it can draw upon the power of the earth's veins within a radius of four hundred miles, making it incredibly powerful and overwhelming.

With this seal, his combat power within the Qingfeng Mountain region is by no means inferior to that of a thousand-year-old demon like Jun Heng.

Junheng always thought that once Fang Yan obtained the position of mountain god of Qingfeng Mountain and the incense offerings of the gods, he would find it difficult to leave Qingfeng Mountain.

In reality, Fang Yan never used these divine offerings for cultivation. Instead, he used them all to refine the Mountain God Seal and expand the Qingfeng Secret Realm, so he was not restricted by them.

Firstly, although Fang Yan is somewhat easygoing, he is never lacking in caution.

To him, the path of the gods was nothing more than feeling his way across a river by touching stones. He was unaware of the advantages and disadvantages and had no one to guide him, so naturally he was unwilling to accept himself into it easily. His true form had always cultivated by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Secondly, these incense offerings from the gods can both enhance the power of the Mountain God Seal, the only magic weapon in his possession, and expand the Qingfeng Secret Realm. Both of these things are equally important to him.

"Yang Sheng said he wanted to spread this book, and it seems he has already started copying it... Let's just let things take their course for now."

As Fang Yan was pondering, his expression suddenly changed. He stood up, took a step, and appeared in the mountain god temple.

The next moment, he met Jun Heng's somewhat puzzled gaze from not far away, and chuckled:

"It's that fellow Daoist Shuyu from Wuyou Mountain who has arrived."

Upon hearing the name Shuyu, Junheng immediately lost interest and simply went to a corner of the mountain god temple to rest with his eyes closed.

Fang Yan smiled but didn't say anything.

Junheng and Shuyu are his only two friends now, but these two friends are completely unfamiliar with each other.

Within a thousand miles of Qingfeng Mountain, there are some plants and trees that have become spirits, but the ones with the highest cultivation are him and this pine tree spirit, Shuyu, who has cultivated on Wuyou Mountain for eight hundred years.

Fang Yan had known Jun Heng for four years, but he knew Shu Yu even before Jun Heng. As fellow plants, Shu Yu took good care of him, and he was the one who told him many cultivation tips and some knowledge that he did not know.

This person also had a chance encounter.

Shu Yu once told him that a Taoist priest once passed by Wuyou Mountain. Seeing the beautiful scenery of Wuyou Mountain, he lived on the mountain for several months and preached to the forest every day. At that time, he was still ignorant, and it was because of this that he gained spiritual wisdom.

Even after the Taoist priest left, influenced by him, Shuyu no longer looked like a wild mountain spirit; instead, his words and actions resembled those of an old Taoist priest.

But this made him seem very strange in the eyes of other fairies, and he was not well-liked.

After all, in these Hundred Thousand Mountains, where would any demons understand Taoist teachings?

Over the years, only when he met Fang Yan did Fang Yan understand what he was saying and was willing to call him a fellow Daoist. This surprised and excited Shu Yu, and he almost regarded Fang Yan as a confidant.

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Before long, a gentle, aged laugh drifted into the mountain god temple.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Yan, Wuyou Mountain Tree Yu has come to pay a visit."

"Fellow Daoist Shuyu, Fang Yan has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in for a chat."

As Fang Yan finished speaking, an elderly man with black hair and a black beard, dressed in a green robe and wearing a pine hairpin, slowly walked into the mountain god temple with a smile on his face.

But the old man's expression stiffened the moment his gaze fell on Jun Heng, and he quickly cupped his hands in greeting to Jun Heng:

"So Lord Sangun is here too, Tree..."

Before Shu Yu could finish speaking, Jun Heng waved his hand impatiently, and Shu Yu could only laugh awkwardly and stop talking.

"Fellow Daoist Shuyu, let Junheng rest here. Please come with me into the Qingfeng Secret Realm for a while."

"well."

Shu Yu nodded with a wry smile. Within this vast area, only Fang Yan could address the thousand-year-old tiger demon of the White Tiger Cave by its name without any politeness.

When any other monster sees him, they would all respectfully address him as Lord Mountain Lord, for fear of being humiliated.

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After a while, in the Qingfeng Secret Realm.

Shu Yu and Fang Yan sat facing each other at the stone table and talked for a long time. He held a teacup in his hand and looked around at the vibrant Qingfeng Secret Realm. His old face was full of emotion.

"Looking back eight years ago, when I first met Fellow Daoist Fang, you had not yet taken human form. Qingfeng Mountain was just a place overgrown with weeds. In just a few short years, not only have you successfully taken human form, but Qingfeng Mountain has also undergone such a change because of you."

"It has been several months since we last met, and I observe that Fellow Daoist Fang's cultivation and aura have improved again. This is truly a cause for celebration."

Fang Yan smiled and said:

"Over the years, I am also grateful for your guidance and help along the way. Otherwise, I would have taken many detours if I had been feeling my way across the river by feeling for stones."

Across the stone table, Shu Yu, however, did not take credit for it, shaking his head and saying:

"It's all thanks to Fellow Daoist Fang's good fortune."