This is the last mountain to suppress demons, and human hearts have finally defeated the immortals! All the monks in the world are heroes, everyone wakes me up from my madness!! "Grandpa, what mountain is that?" "Demon Mountain" "Suppressing the devil?" "No, press the fairy!" ………………………………………… ………………………………………… ………………………………………… "Boy, you water this broken grass every day, but in my eyes, this broken grass is worthless..."
Crash... A handsome young man was carrying a bucket of scarlet liquid and watering a small red grass. The liquid is a little sticky, it's pig blood. "As long as you give up all your emotions and desires to me, I will let you ascend to heaven in broad daylight. I will give you as much of this broken grass as you want. Be it the immortal cultivation secrets or magical treasures, whatever you want, this immortal will give it to you! If you want to cultivate immortality, I will ensure that your path will be smooth and that you will dominate the world! ..." A tempting voice floated out of the boy's mind and lingered in his ears, like the whisper of a devil. The boy just frowned slightly and pretended not to hear, concentrating on the work in his hands. The young man's name is Jiang Zheng, and he is dressed like a scholar. He had a secret, or rather a worry, since he suddenly fell ill three months ago. One night, a strange voice suddenly appeared in his mind, and it almost scared him to death at first. That strange voice in my head kept chattering about this immortal, cultivation, this immortal failed, it's impossible... It was very strange, as if someone was talking inside his head, and what was even more terrifying was that when he tried it, he could actually communicate with the other person. For a moment, Jiang Zheng felt like he was crazy! Got a strange disease! Jiang Zheng didn't dare tell anyone, for fear that he would be regarded as a madman or a fool. But after a while, he found that the strange voice in his head was annoying. But as long as you pretend not to hear it, the other party will seem to be bored and will calm down on their own.
It won't have any other impact on me, but I still open my mouth from time to time and even ask for my emotions! Jiang Zheng is a scholar and he knows all about human emotions. How could he dare to agree to the other party? If a person loses his seven emotions and six desires, is he still a human being? Soon, a large bucket of pig blood was poured all over the red grass. The scarlet pig blood seeped into the ground, and the land around the grass had turned black, emitting a fishy smell. This is because pig blood is used for watering all year round. "Who would fall for your trick?" Jiang Zheng said softly, straightened up and let out a long breath. No matter how the voice in his mind bewitched him, he remained unmoved. He stood on the edge of the cliff, looked at the sunset, then looked down at the red grass on the ground. A breeze blew, the grass swayed, and a drop of bright red pig blood slid down the leaves and fell into the soil. Jiang Zheng knew that this grass was called Chixia grass. Following his grandfather's instructions, he took good care of it and watered the Chixia grass with pig blood for more than a year, not daring to be careless for even a single day. According to my grandfather, this grass is a treasure that only immortals can eat. Once it grows ripe, I can eat it and wait for the immortal to come and recruit me as a disciple. Then I can go to the immortal mountain to seek the truth. Thinking of this, he was filled with anticipation. Cultivating immortals... this was what so many people yearned for. Would he really have a chance? "There is still some time, I can read more books" Jiang Zheng came to a crooked tree, sat down and leaned against the tree, took out a book from his arms and began to read aloud. "Haha, what's the point of studying? No matter how well you study, you are still just a mortal. If you can attain enlightenment, you can fly into the sky and hide underground, and have whatever you want, and live freely..." A sarcastic voice sounded in my mind. Jiang Zheng ignored him and immersed himself in the book, reading it with great interest. It quickly got dark. Jiang Zheng put the book in his arms with a reluctant look, picked up the wooden barrel, and walked down the mountain with his back to the setting sun... At the foot of the mountain, a village appeared in front of Jiang Zheng. At this time, the sunset was at its most intense, with occasional strange cries in the woods. The setting sun dyed the mountaintops red and also covered the village with a faint blush. Jiang Zheng was carrying a wooden bucket and walking on the widest street in the village. This was the only street where villagers did small business. But at this time the sky was gloomy and almost all the stalls were closed. "A Zheng!" Zhang Wu, who was about to close his stall, saw him and called out to him. He is a butcher in the village. He raises a few pigs at home and relies on selling pork to support his family. Sometimes when he cannot sell the pork, he will take the pork to a distant town to sell. "Brother Zhang, why are you closing your stall just now?" Jiang Zheng approached and asked with a smile. He was very familiar with Zhang Wu, and a large part of the pig blood used to water the red grass came from here. Fortunately, pig blood is considered to be dirty and worthless, so if he doesn't take it, it will be thrown away.
"Hahaha, I was just chatting with your second aunt for a while, so I got delayed." Zhang Wuhan smiled and pointed at the figure who was busy working next to him. "Second Aunt," Jiang Zheng greeted politely again. "Ah Zheng, Second Aunt still has some vegetables left. Take them home. I can't finish them all by myself. If you leave them until tomorrow, they won't be fresh anymore." After saying that, she forced a handful of food into Jiang Zheng's mouth. "That won't do. Second Aunt, you're a vegetable seller. If I take your vegetables for free, how are you going to sell them?" Jiang Zheng quickly declined. "Child, just take it if it's given to you. The neighbors are not here now, so just take it and be obedient." "This... okay," Jiang Zheng accepted it helplessly. "Ah Zheng, what do you need so much pig blood for? Why do you carry pig blood up the mountain every day?" Zhang Wu touched his head and asked puzzledly. "This..." Jiang Zheng looked a little embarrassed, hesitating. His grandfather had told him not to let anyone know about the existence of the red cloud grass. So even though Zhang Wu asked, he couldn't say it. "Zhang Wu, when Master Youcai was young, he went to the fairy mountain. Ah Zheng must have asked Master Youcai to ask for pig blood. Why are ordinary people like us asking so many questions? Even if I tell you, you won't understand." Second Aunt saw Jiang Zheng's embarrassment and spoke to help. 'Youcai' was Jiang Zheng's grandfather, Jiang Youcai. "Look, I was asking nonsense," Zhang Wuyi slapped his forehead and smiled, "I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore." "Ah Zheng, it's getting late, go home quickly, your auntie has to close the stall too." After saying that, she turned around and patted Zhang Wu, saying unhappily, "What are you waiting for, you bastard? Hurry up and close the stall!" "Okay, Second Aunt, I'll be back first." Jiang Zheng turned and left, grinning. Second Aunt was a widow, and Zhang Wu was a bachelor. Everyone in the village knew that the two were about to get together, but no one gossiped about it. Everyone thought it was a good thing. … The candle flame flickered gently, casting the shadows of the people in the room onto the wall. There was an octagonal table with several figures surrounding it. A young boy was eating the chicken in the bowl with big mouthfuls, his mouth full of oil. He was very fat. "If you are rich, eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you." A woman with a better appearance smiled and put a large piece of chicken into the boy's bowl. "Humph! Su Ning'er! Stop pretending here. You obviously know that dad has given your son the opportunity to cultivate immortality, and you must be very happy in your heart." At this time, the fat boy's mother, Song Caihua, pointed at the woman's nose angrily and said with disgust: "If you really love Youfu, then you can tell dad to let Youfu go to the immortal mountain. When Youfu returns after completing his studies, your family of three will definitely enjoy prosperity and wealth." "This..., Cauliflower sister-in-law, I don't think so. It was Dad who said that Zheng'er should go to the Immortal Mountain. If Dad changes his mind, Dashan and I have no objection."
The woman waved her hands repeatedly and said aggrievedly. She touched the man next to her with her arm, signaling her man to speak for her. "Yes, sister-in-law Caihua, if dad wants Youfu to go to the Immortal Mountain, Ning'er and I will have no objection." Jiang Dashan nodded quickly. He was Jiang Zheng's father, and he was an honest and dull man. "My mother is right. Why should my brother go to the Immortal Mountain? Why can't I go to the Immortal Mountain? I want to go to the Immortal Mountain too, and I will definitely learn more skills than my brother!" Jiang Youfu threw down the chicken leg in his hand, stood up and said with an indignant look on his face. "Youfu..." Su Ning'er looked at the young man across the table, speechless, and felt guilty for a moment. "What? You can't speak? Doesn't your son like to study? Just let him study, why go to the fairy mountain? I'll tell dad to let Youfu go later, and you don't have to act so hypocritical here!" Song Caihua spoke again, her words sharp and aggressive. "Okay..." Su Ning'er lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, "When dad comes, I'll tell him... let Youfu go to the fairy mountain, and it's good for Zheng'er to study at home." After saying that, she turned to look at her man, hoping that her man could say something for her. But the man opened his mouth and said nothing. He just sighed and lowered his head to avoid Su Ning'er's eyes.