Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 273 Modern Mountain God 17

"Give us some real compensation. These two are to relieve you of your worries."

"We mountain spirits can't escape from the mountain, so how can we offer any valuable rewards? Hundreds of years ago, there were medicinal herbs and wild animals on the mountain, but now there's nothing truly valuable."

"Are there any unclaimed treasures buried in the mountains? I'll use them as travel expenses."

"Okay, I'll take you to dig."

This mountain spirit was really stingy. At night, after digging for half the night under the moonlight, he only dug out a wooden box the size of a palm.

Qiuqiu was too lazy to open it and said sarcastically, "I've never seen a mountain spirit as stingy as you. If you're asking for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help. The little you've given us is really not enough for the journey. Forget it, we don't want the things. You should find someone else."

After saying that, he pulled Wen Yuan and was about to leave: "Wen Yuan, let's go. We will take a plane to the Mountain Flower Province tomorrow morning. There are many mountains there, and we will always find a few people whose intelligence is about to collapse. Anyway, you will be fine in the next one or two years." After saying that, he put the wooden box back into the pit and turned to leave.

Xiao Luanshan said quickly, "This is just one reward. I've already found the other one for you. It's in that cave. Don't leave in a hurry."

As he said this, he quickly burrowed into the soil, and soon he found a jar almost as big as himself.

"Are these two enough? This one has been buried here for four or five hundred years."

Wen Yuan didn't care about these things. Seeing that Qiuqiu had compromised, he put the two things in his backpack.

We returned to the hotel at dawn. Qiuqiu was too tired to get up. He rested for four or five hours before getting up and setting off again.

This time, Wen Yuan was driving. "We're going to Mount Tai, where emperors of all dynasties have offered sacrifices. The mountain spirits should be very powerful. You're borrowing a human body now. Are you sure they won't eat you?"

"It shouldn't happen. I am the Five-Colored Blessed Land. The cost of it devouring me is too great."

"There are many benefits to eating you. Look at that little Luanshan, he has bad intentions. At first he tried to get close to you in exchange for some benefits, but when there were no benefits, he tried to dig a hole for you. Since we didn't fall into the hole, he asked for your help. He's really a demon."

"Ah."

"Tell me, why are you so stupid? Why is there such a big difference between mountain spirits?"

"It can't fool me. I can read minds."

"Mind reading is amazing, but forget it. If others knew your ability, they would have taken precautions earlier, and you would be at their mercy."

"No, I will fight back."

Qiuqiu: There's no point in chatting today. "Okay, let me see the travel expenses this mountain spirit gave me."

When I opened the sealed pottery jar, I found half a jar of copper coins inside. They were from the late Ming Dynasty and were quite valuable.

There turned out to be a secret recipe in another small wooden box. The secret recipe that has been preserved until now was engraved on purple bamboo sticks. The hemp rope that connected the bamboo sticks had long turned into dust. The text was indeed ordinary traditional Chinese characters, which Qiuqiu could recognize.

The secret recipe written on ten broken bamboo sticks was buried deep underground. No one knew what it was used for. Qiuqiu, as an alchemist, had pretty good medical skills. He could only tell that this was a tonic for nourishing congenital deficiencies, and further research was needed to determine exactly where it was used.

But why the warming and nourishing prescription was buried deep underground, Qiuqiu had no idea. At that time, in addition to bamboo slips, there were also things that turned into ashes in the wooden box, which should have explained something.

After half a day's drive, we arrived at the foot of Mount Tai in the afternoon. There were too many tourists here as it was the National Day holiday.

After finally finding a hotel to stay in, having dinner and buying tickets, Wen Yuan just stood there in a daze.

"What's wrong? Could it be the mountain spirit greeting you?"

"Yes and no. Let's go to the backyard of this temple tonight." He pointed to a place that was not a tourist attraction.

Qiuqiu was also helpless. If you live here, you have to abide by the rules. It's a bit troublesome to go there even though they don't allow you to go. Forget it, there will always be a way out.

There are ready-made stairs on Mount Tai, but Qiuqiu feels that this kind of climbing is more tiring. "I can't do it anymore. Let's take a rest."

"Look at the little girl next to you, she's not as useless as you." Wen Yuan said with a sharp tongue.

"No, I can't move my legs anymore."

"We've taken seven breaks along the way."

"We are not in a hurry to see the sunrise, so why not take a break?" After saying that, he ignored the guy who was talking without any hesitation and started drinking mineral water.

"After you finish the remaining climb, you can take some more rest." Seeing the disheveled Qiuqiu, Wen Yuan also compromised.

"What are we going there for? This is Mount Tai, where emperors of all dynasties offered sacrifices to the heavens. It has been supported by the royal families of all dynasties and its strength is extraordinary. Don't mess around."

"Let's go, I know."

Finally, they climbed to a platform and walked along the path next to it, entering a small temple shaded by green trees. Qiuqiu was about to knock on the door. The mottled wooden door swung open, revealing a little Taoist boy about ten years old. "Two guests, follow me."

The little Taoist boy led Qiuqiu and the others into an ancient small temple, where there was an old Taoist priest with a kind face. "Please come in and make a pot of tea." The little boy did as he was told.

"My fellow Taoist, how long do you plan to stay in this world?" The old Taoist looked at Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu replied unconsciously: "Three years at most."

"Three years is enough. I have a humble request."

Qiuqiu was a little apprehensive towards the Taoist priest, "Please speak."

"Take this away and find a good place for it." He took out a stone box.

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"This is the Mountain Spirit Origin Pearl that has developed spiritual intelligence!"

"Senior, I can't do anything that would damage Mount Tai, and I may not be able to take away anything from this session."

"I calculated that you are the only chance for this child to survive. After you leave, this body will die. I can transfer the vitality of this body to his, so that you can take him away. It will be of great use to you in the future." This is clearly giving out chips.

Qiuqiu still refused: "I can't do anything that is detrimental to Taishan."

The old Taoist priest laughed heartily: "This is only a part of the origin. It has no effect on Mount Tai. Don't worry, young friend." He felt more at ease with this outsider.

"Could you please tell me why you did this?"

The old Taoist priest became melancholy and said slowly: "In the last days of the Dharma, the mountain spirits are asleep and there is no power to nourish them. I don't know if they can survive until the next reincarnation. You took away a part of the origin. As long as it survives there, it can also be considered a kind of inheritance."

"Well, my place is full of sacred mountains. After the realm is sublimated, it becomes a fairy mountain. In the divine realm, it is also a divine mountain. Your ordinary mountain range may not be able to survive?"

"His roots are different. He is the Five-Colored Blessed Land, and he has absorbed the power of my merit to evolve and fuse. So, as long as he is in a place with spiritual energy, he can cultivate and evolve independently, nourishing the land. Even if he is raised in a secret realm or a mustard seed space, it will benefit both of us."