Shi Xuan had come to Mount Mang in search of immortality and Mount Mang was famous for being a burial ground. In other words, it was a place where Yin Qi gathered. Therefore, considering the characteristics of ghosts, Shi Xuan went out in the evening. When the sun was about to set, he and Chu Wan'er just happened to arrive at the foot of Mount Mang.
During the day, Shi Xuan had already brewed two bowls of Qianyuan Marrow Changing Soup and prepared the corresponding medicinal bath. Chu Wan 'er wrinkled her little face and forced herself to take a small sip. She immediately beamed with joy. It was just as Master said — this medicine wasn't bitter at all, and it even had a faint sweet taste. It was much better than the ones she used to drink.
However, the two sessions in the morning and evening made Chu Wan'er complain repeatedly. Fortunately, her master Shi Xuan still had some authority, so the little girl obediently finished her training.
"Master, why are there so many tombs on this mountain?" Chu Wan'er asked Shi Xuan curiously as she stood at the foot of Mount Mang and looked at the tombs that were hidden between the trees and the mountain walls, but were still very obvious.
"Haha, this is a famous burial mountain. Wan'er, you only saw a small part of it. Those rich and powerful families are all buried at the intersection of the mountains. The terrain is beautiful and you can't see them at the foot of the mountain." Shi Xuan opened his Third Eye and pointed to a few places where Yin Qi intersected.
Mount Mang was beautiful and the yellow soil was hidden by the green trees. Although it was not high, it gathered the Qi of the earth from all directions and had a kind of vicissitudes of life.
Chu Wan'er muttered softly, "Then what is called a famous burial mountain?"
"It's the place where everyone wants to be buried after they die. They feel that if they are buried here, their loved ones will live better and better lives. Of course, I haven't learned the Dragon Acupoint Seeking Technique, so I don't know. But for us cultivators, it's far better to rely on ourselves and our true self than relying on these things." Shi Xuan explained to Chu Wan'er. At the same time, he wanted to instill in Chu Wan'er's heart that a cultivator should mainly rely on himself. External objects, such as Fengshui, etc., were only temporary aids and should not be used as a shield.
Chu Wan'er nodded as if she understood. Then, she started to ask other questions. It was not until the sky was completely dark that she stopped in fear and leaned against Shi Xuan.
"It's time to go up the mountain!" Shi Xuan said and cast a spell to open Chu Wan'er's Heavenly Eye.
"Master! Master! What kind of immortal art did you cast on Wan'er? Wan'er seems to have seen air coming out from there." After opening her Heavenly Eye, Chu Wan'er naturally saw the Yin Qi gathering on Mount Xiao. She immediately asked curiously.
Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er's hand and walked up the mountain. Their goal was the gathering place of Yin Qi. At the same time, he told Chu Wan'er, "That's for Wan'er. You can see ghosts. Hehe, don't be afraid."
"Wan'er is not afraid." As Chu Wan 'er spoke, she quietly moved closer to Shi Shuan. "Then can Wan' er see headless ghosts, bodiless ghosts, ghosts with tongues sticking out …" Thinking up to this point, her curiosity suppressed her fear. In addition, her master was protecting her by her side, so Chu Wan 'er's heart was at ease. I'm not afraid at all!
After a few turns along the mountain road, they began to see scattered graves in front of them. Because the terrain here was not very good, the people buried here were not very rich, so the graves were ordinary and could not be called mausoleums.
"Hey, master, what do you think that is? Is it a ghost?" Chu Wan'er pointed at the faint shadows behind several graves and said nervously.
"Yes." Shi Xuan took Chu Wan'er's hand and walked over. He planned to let her see it first, so that she would not encounter a century-old evil ghost later. Chu Wan'er was so scared that she needed to be held by him.
This faint, almost transparent ghost was a woman in her twenties. The place where she was buried was very new. It was not even a grave, but a hastily dug hole and buried it. Naturally, no one worshiped her. This was not a place where Yin Qi gathered. This kind of ghost that had been dead for nearly half a month basically had no memory, and was waiting to completely disperse between heaven and earth.
Chu Wan'er looked at the ghost with fear and curiosity, but the ghost did not pay attention to it at all. She just circled around the place where her body was buried and kept saying, "Child, child …" Looking at her, she was really confused and dull.
"Master, she doesn't have legs. She's floating!" Wan 'er was too short, so she didn't notice much. She proudly reported her discovery to Shi Shuan.
"Yes, yes, yes." Shi Xuan nodded perfunctorily. "So, Wan'er, you see, this ghost is not scary, right? Ghosts are not scary, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Chu Wan'er imitated him and nodded perfunctorily. At the same time, she became shorter and shorter. In the end, she squatted and looked at it. Unfortunately, there was no more important discovery.
After satisfying Chu Wan'er's curiosity and overcoming her fear, Shi Xuan took her to the first destination. After passing through several small woods and crossing several streams, they safely arrived at the first place where Yin Qi gathered. On the way, they did not see a single evil ghost, which made Chu Wan'er very disappointed!
This place where Yin Qi gathered was a very large col. There were about four or five mausoleums and gardens, all of which were majestic and grand. They were far away from each other. Behind each mausoleum, there was a tomb formed after a long period of worship. Some of them looked like big courtyards, some looked like gardens, and some even looked like mountain villas. There were snow-white lanterns at the entrance and paper-made servants standing there. After all, it was impossible for real servants to be buried here in ancestral tombs.
Shi Xuan led Chu Wan'er to one of the tombs that looked like a big courtyard. At first, the little girl did not know that it was a tomb and thought it was a normal house. When Shi Xuan explained it to her, she suddenly realized that a normal house would not have a paper man standing at the entrance. She was annoyed and felt that her intelligence had been insulted.
When they walked to the door, Wan'er kicked the paper man angrily. It looked like it was made of paper, but after it was burned during worship, it turned into a soul. Wan'er kicked through it and almost sprained her waist. If it were not for Shi Xuan, she would have fallen to the ground on the spot.
The paper man asked stiffly, "Guest, where are you from?"
Shi Xuan stopped the unconvinced Chu Wan'er and replied politely, "I want to pay a visit to your esteemed master."
The paper man did not reply. Slowly and mechanically, he pushed open the door of the tomb and walked in. After a while, just when Chu Wan'er was getting impatient and was digging the ground with her feet, an old man holding a snow-white lantern floated out. Behind him were two middle-aged men and a woman in luxurious clothes. There was also a young man and two beautiful girls, and finally, a beautiful young woman carrying a little boy of three or four years old.
"This old man's house has not had a visitor for decades. May I know why you are here?" The old man with a long white beard asked politely. After all, a Daoist who could see the tomb and come looking for him was not someone to be trifled with.
Seeing that his master was so polite, Shi Xuan replied politely, "I want to look for an orthodox Daoist and passed by here with my disciple. I thought that Mount Mang is a place where Yin Qi gathers and there should be a Daoist sect here, so I went up the mountain to look for you. Unfortunately, I am not familiar with the place, so I took the liberty to ask for your advice." Chu Wan'er was very sensible and stood beside Shi Xuan, looking like an obedient child.
The old man stroked his white beard and sighed, "Then why don't you come in and have a cup of tea? There are no orthodox Daoist sects on Mount Mang. There are only three or four small Daoist sects here. Even I, who have not seen the world, look down on them, let alone someone like you."
"Being polite is better than being in a hurry. My surname is Shi, and my name is Xuan. This is my disciple, Chu Wan'er." Shi Xuan also wanted to find out more information, but it was really impolite to stand at the door and ask questions, so he accepted the old man's invitation. "Shi Michinaga, please.
My surname is Han, and my name is Shijin. My courtesy name is Chongwen. This is my youngest son, Wenyu, and this is my youngest daughter-in-law, Madam Li. This is Wenyu's eldest son, Shouzheng, and Shouzheng's daughter-in-law, Madam Wei. This is Wenyu's eldest daughter, Yazhu, and his youngest daughter, Jingzhu. This is Shouzheng's youngest son, Jingzhu. Sigh, my second son encountered an epidemic in Nanzhou and unexpectedly, sigh, unexpectedly … "Han Shijin introduced his family members while leading Shi Xuan inside.
As for the delicate and lovely Chu Wan'er, she was loved by Madam Wei, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu. They surrounded her and teased her, which made Chu Wan'er depressed. She was not a child. Wan'er had long forgotten her fear of ghosts.
"Old Mister Han, your clan is actually the clan of a high-ranking official. No wonder you have such a magnificent tomb." Seeing that Han Wenyu was the Provincial Governor of Nanzhou, Shi Xuan complimented him. At the same time, he asked Chu Wan'er to take a seat next to him, while Madam Wei, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu floated out of the hall.
Han Shijin stroked his white beard, smiled and said nothing, but his expression was quite complacent. His second son, Han Wenyu, took over and said, "Shi Michinaga doesn't know this, but my father was promoted to the position of the Left Servant of the Minister." It turned out that this old man Han was actually the Prime Minister of a dynasty.
Seeing Shi Xuan was surprised, Han Wenyu continued, "This valley is where the ancestral grave of our Han clan is located. The few other tombs Shi Michinaga saw are the other branches of our Han clan."
At this moment, Madam Wei, Han Yazhu, and Han Jingzhu floated out of the hall with tea trays in their hands. Respectfully, they placed the tea on the trays on Shi Xuan's table, along with a few plates of rare fruits.
Han Shijin explained to Shi Xuan, "Shi Michinaga doesn't know this, but in this mansion, there are only some paper dolls, servants, and maids. They are slow and slow, so I didn't want to neglect you. Therefore, I asked these few juniors to handle these things." Perhaps it was because they hadn't had any guests for a long time, all the people of Han clan behaved very warmly.
"Not at all, not at all. It's you, Old Mister Han, who is very attentive to your guests. I am flattered." Shi Xuan was quite satisfied with this courtesy. Of course, he didn't forget to secretly check the tea and fruits with a spell. After the check was done, he signaled to Chu Wan'er to dismiss the alarm. Immediately, Chu Wan'er picked up the Dragon Eye Fruit that she had been drooling over for a long time and ate it.
"In this tomb, apart from the livestock such as cattle, sheep, and pigs that are offered during the monthly family sacrifice, there are only these offerings. Shi Michinaga, please don't take it to heart. These offerings have been left here for a long time. It's fine for us ghosts to eat them, but if you living people eat them, you might fall sick." Han Shijin explained. Seeing that Shi Xuan was very sincere in his satisfaction, he introduced the tea, "This is the Snow Bud Tea brought back from Liaobei. It's a perfect match with the cold spring behind the tomb. Shi Michinaga, please have a taste."
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