After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 225

The bright rainbow shines on the road for thousands of miles, but the slight ripples do not move my heart at all.

Minghong Sect is the largest sect of Taoists in legend. There are many geniuses in the sect. All of them are handsome and elegant. Men are handsome and women are beautiful. They have extremely long lifespans. They can exorcise demons and ghosts, and understand the laws of nature. Those who are lucky can even ascend to become immortals.

And this Minghong Sect is located on Minghong Mountain.

But where is Minghong Mountain?

The nearly fifty-year-old noodle shop owner stretched out his hand and slapped the head of the odd-job boy who was secretly reading "Legend of the Immortals" on a bamboo chair:

"I always think about nonsense all day long. Where is the immortal?"

The little boy was at an age when he was keen on fantasizing. He watched the boss personally clean up the dishes after the guests left, and pouted his lips. He said in a nagging way, "Master, you have a lot of experience. Do you know where Minghong Mountain is?"

"How would I know? It might be from some remote mountain village. It was made up by some poor scholar. You are the only one who actually believes it!"

"What if there really is an immortal..."

The little boy looked at the half-eaten green bean cake on the table, picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth: "If there really is an immortal who cultivates Taoism, he must drink flower dew when thirsty and eat the wind when hungry."

"Hey, kid, you can't even think about it, and you're still talking about 'starving the wind', isn't that just eating the northwest wind? If you don't know, don't talk nonsense."

The little boy pursed his lips in anger.

At this moment, the door curtain was lifted, and a tall, masked man with an extraordinary temperament led the young man into the noodle shop.

The boss quickly greeted:

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

The man had a pair of cold eyes, a white towel covering his face, and said nothing. But the young man walked to the table first, wiped the table and chairs, and asked the man to sit down, and then responded:

"Two pounds of braised beef and a bowl of noodle soup."

"Okay!" The boss looked like a master and a servant, so he called out to the handyman boy, who hurried over to pour tea and water.

Ni Yangzhou sat down, still looking a little reserved.

The day-eating spider had been killed and the wronged souls in the corpse pit had been offered sacrifices. The master originally wanted to take him directly back to the sect, but he begged for some time to set up tablets for his mother and sister.

When setting up the memorial tablet, the master said it was not necessary.

After offering sacrifices to the wronged souls, their spirits have already been reincarnated, and it is no longer useful to set up the tablet at this point.

Ni Yangzhou paused while filling the soil, and said, "The grace of birth and raising, the fate of brother and sister."

The master probably didn't expect that his young apprentice would refuse, or maybe he didn't care. He didn't say anything afterwards and let Ni Yangzhou build a tomb and set up a memorial. He then took the hidden copper coins and put them in the empty house of Doctor Zhang.

Finally, all the work was done. Ni Yangzhou took one last look at the endless mountain range. There was no place left for him to linger, so he and Yan Congzhi finally set out on the journey back to the sect.

But the way back was much more troublesome than expected.

When Yan Congzhi came here himself, he flew on a sword and the whole journey took only two hours. However, when he returned, he was unable to fly the sword anymore.

There was no other reason. The new disciple had no magic power, and he had difficulty breathing even with himself blocking the attack. He became hypothermic and dizzy after flying the sword in the air for only a short while. Although his body was healthy, he looked so pale that he seemed as if his soul was about to leave him.

Yan Congzhi still found that he could not hear the other party's voice, and then he realized that the boy had endured it to the point of passing out.

Ni Yangzhou felt guilty. He didn't think he was frozen unconscious. He felt that he had consumed too much energy during the day and night and couldn't help falling asleep.

Yan Congzhi had never seen a mortal before, let alone walking with a mortal child. He never thought that the human body was so fragile.

As soon as they met, the young man challenged the wild wolf alone, and I thought he was a strong disciple who could strengthen his body.

Yan Congzhi accepted the reality. Even if he flew a sword, it would take him less than an incense stick of time to come down and let his new disciple take his time. It would be better for him to just walk on the ground.

With the speed talismans attached to his legs, Ni Yangzhou barely caught up with his master's "walking" speed.

Moreover, Yan Congzhi had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years and had already been fasting, but Ni Yangzhou really needed to eat and sleep during the journey, so they had been walking for more than ten days.

Now it's finally here.

After so much time, Ni Yangzhou was still not very familiar with his master, and they didn't say much in total. The time when he explained the mountain ghosts to him in the cave was the longest conversation between them.

Although he didn't talk much, after more than ten days, Ni Yangzhou had figured out some of his master's little habits.

For example, they like cleanliness and don’t want to attract other people’s attention.

Accompanying him to buy food was also a helpless act. The world was not good. A young man from Niyangzhou might be robbed if he bought something to fill his stomach. Later he would have to trouble Yan Congzhi to clean up the mess.

It was not possible to show up directly, as the master's appearance would attract people from the entire street to come and see him. In the end, they had to compromise and find food in a remote area, with the master following them with a mask on.

Ni Yangzhou had heard before that some ascetics could change their body shape and appearance, but he did not dare to ask his master.

Although Yan Congzhi encountered many inconveniences along the way, he managed to adapt. After all, his Taoism heart was stable, and he would solve problems when he encountered them.

Ni Yangzhou didn't get to enjoy any bustling streets along the way. He hurriedly followed his master through the mountains all the way west to the border.

It should be here soon.

The noodle shop owner brought the braised beef noodle soup to the table and placed the food in front of Yan Congzhi: "Be careful, sir."

Yan Congzhi pointed his finger at the young man and said, "Give it to him."

The noodle shop owner listened to the voice like clear spring water hitting jade and couldn't help but take a look at his face. The man had long eyebrows and thick eyelashes, and his eyes were like stars. The young man sitting opposite him had a thin and dark face, but he could be considered a good-looking man.

Not master and servant?

At this time, Ni Yangzhou took the initiative to take the food and said, "Thank you, boss. You are busy now."

The noodle shop owner then realized that he had lost his mind and was really disrespectful and impolite. He lowered his head quickly and walked aside, pulling the odd job boy who was playing with the chair back to the kitchen.

The little boy pinched his ears and shouted, "Master, Master, I am putting the chairs in place!"

"Wait until the distinguished guest has finished using it before going."

"Distinguished guest?" The little boy looked outside, and saw only a dignified figure from behind, and a dark-faced young man eating noodle soup in big mouthfuls.

"Yes, honored guest."

"If there really is an immortal, I'm afraid he would look like this."

The boss sighed and laughed at himself for being infected by the boy's dreaming habit: "Where are the monks, where are the immortal mountains..."

At this time, Ni Yangzhou finished the beef in a few bites, touched his full stomach, and was grateful for everything his master had given him - whether it was revenge or all the daily interactions.

"Master, I'm done eating."

Yan Congzhi cast his gaze on the boy's face and said "hmm":

"Walk."

Ni Yangzhou counted the coins, said something, and hurriedly followed his master.

Outside the noodle shop, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, mountains were green, and occasionally people were walking on the road. Ni Yangzhou looked far away and saw a half-walled Taoist temple built against the mountain in the northwest, with a prosperous incense and a solemn style.

"Master, how long will it take us?" Ni Yangzhou wanted to say a few more words to his master.

"Ten miles."

Ni Yangzhou pointed at the Taoist temple on the mountain wall: "But that?"

Yan Congzhi shook his head and reached out to grab the boy's arm. Ni Yangzhou subconsciously wanted to dodge, but immediately reacted and didn't dare to move.

Yan Congzhi looked down at the boy's eyes and cast an illusion with one hand. In the eyes of mortals, the two of them slowly disappeared like fog.

The little boy who came out to see the "noble man" rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled, and slowly went back to the store.

Yan Congzhi pointed to the blue sky on the top of the mountain and said, "Go up to the Taoist temple and walk another ten miles."