It’s another spring and autumn.
The barren Calabash Mountain has a little more vitality and a little more aura.
At the foot of Calabash Mountain, many people are working. They look piously to the top of Calabash Mountain with deep gratitude on their faces.
Three years ago, two gods came to Calabash Mountain.
Since the immortals appeared on Hulu Mountain, in the past three years, the people within a hundred miles of Hulu Mountain have never suffered from drought or flood. Every year there is good weather and good harvests.
It's a pity that the people don't know the names of the two gods on the top of the mountain, so they can't build temples or build golden bodies for them.
As the saying goes, the mountain is not high, but it is famous if it has immortals.
After rumors of immortals spread in Calabash Mountain, there were also dignitaries in the distance. The young ranger wanted to climb the mountain to visit the immortals. However, none of these people who wanted to visit the immortals were able to reach the top of the mountain and see the common people spreading word of mouth. of gods.
At the foot of Calabash Mountain, an old woodcutter with gray hair hung his hatchet on his waist, bundled dry firewood and prepared to go home.
An adult-sized pangolin poked its head out of the forest, lifted a colorful pheasant on its scaly talons, and said to the old woodcutter, "Grandpa, take this golden pheasant back and stew it to replenish your health." "
The woodcutter was neither afraid of the eloquent pangolin, nor was he polite to the pangolin. He took the plump and colorful pheasant from the pangolin's hand and said with a smile, "Pangolin, can you climb to the top of the mountain today?"
The pangolin's face showed a humane look of decadence, and he replied dejectedly, "No. I have been trying to climb to the top of the mountain every day for three years, but when I was about to reach the top, there was always an invisible force blocking me. , and won’t let me go up the mountain. I don’t think the immortal on the mountain looks down on me, a little spirit, and I don’t have the luck to become a disciple of the immortal family.”
The woodcutter shook his head and smiled, and comforted him with sincerity, "Pangolin, don't be discouraged, and don't give up. How can gods accept disciples so easily? It's not like the gods are testing you. As long as you persevere day after day, one day you will You will climb to the top of the mountain to meet the immortals and become a member of the immortal family. As the saying goes, gold and stone are the result of sincerity."
"Really? Grandpa, you didn't lie to me?"
The pangolin's eyes lit up, and its mung bean-sized eyeballs rolled around. It looked at the old man in front of it expectantly, hoping to hear more words of encouragement from the old man.
The old man nodded affirmatively, and the defeated expression on the pangolin's human face suddenly disappeared. It waved its two short claws, as if its whole body was full of strength, and said excitedly, "I will continue climbing the mountain tomorrow, and I will definitely pass that god's test." Climb to the top of the mountain!”
The old woodcutter smiled and said nothing, looking at the pangolin with fond eyes.
The old man is a widower with no wife, children or grandchildren. Although the pangolin in front of him is a monster, in the eyes of the woodcutter, it is almost the same as his grandson. Since meeting a pangolin three years ago, the old man's life has become easier, because the pangolin will catch pheasants, hares and other animals from time to time to honor the old man. The old man does not despise the pangolin as a monster, but is happy to talk to the pangolin to relieve himself. The loneliness came and went, and the man and the monster seemed to have really become grandfather and grandson.
There is a simple thatched house on the top of the Calabash Mountain. There is a shed in front of the thatched house. The shed is covered with thick gourd vines. On the gourd vines hang seven gourds full of spirituality: red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple.
The girl stood under the shed, looking up at the seven gourds on the shed, and said with worry on her face, "Gourds, gourds, please grow up slowly, don't grow up so fast."
"Sister, is the world under the mountain really as wonderful as you say?"
"Sister, when we are born, can you take us to play under the mountain?"
On the scaffolding, several gourds were swaying constantly. They were chirping and talking, their voices were childish and milky, full of yearning for the colorful world below the mountain.
Bai Suzhen's expression became even more worried. Once upon a time, she hoped that the gourd would grow up quickly so that she would not have to cast spells to water the gourd with spiritual rain every day, because watering the gourd with spiritual rain was also a hard task for her.
But as the seven gourds grew up, Bai Suzhen was surprised to find that these gourds were spiritual and could even speak.
After taking care of the gourds for a long time, Bai Suzhen could not regard these seven spiritual gourds as dead objects. Instead, she regarded these seven gourds as the younger brothers she had taken care of.
Bai Suzhen has not forgotten that the immortal said that these seven gourd sacrifices should be refined into magic weapons.
Thinking that Li Zhige was going to refine these seven gourd sacrifices into magic weapons, Bai Suzhen's face became more worried.
Squeak!
The door of the thatched cottage was pushed open, and a tall young man in a green shirt came out.
Seeing Li Zhige, the seven gourds hanging on the gourd vines of the scaffolding suddenly became quiet and did not dare to shake. The leaves of the gourds just made a rustling sound, as if they were trembling with fear.
Li Zhige took a look at the seven gourds that were about to mature, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He really planted seven gourd babies!
By sacrificing seven gourds, maybe Li Zhige would be the first to possess seven gourd spiritual treasures.
I think Li Zhige stayed in this remote Calabash Mountain to plant gourds, wasn't it just for the sake of spiritual treasures? However, as the seven gourds grew up, there was still no movement in Calabash Mountain, which made Li Zhige a little disappointed.
In the past three years, Li Zhige has become more and more sure of his guess. The huge gourd-shaped mountain under his feet is a gourd treasure!
Li Zhige tried his best to take away the Hulu Mountain.
With Li Zhige's current cultivation level, moving mountains is just a matter of course, but Li Zhige just can't move this huge gourd-shaped mountain. This gourd-shaped mountain is as heavy as a world and cannot be shaken in the slightest.
Li Zhige had reason to suspect that even if the great power of the Golden Immortal, who was equal to the sky and lived as long as the earth, came, he would not be able to shake the Calabash Mountain.
Unless it’s Daluo Jinxian!
Daluo Jinxian, Li Zhige's eyes showed a hint of yearning. Daluo, that is the existence that claims to be free and eternal in all time and space.
Unable to shake Calabash Mountain, Li Zhige only hoped that the seven gourds he planted would give him some surprises.
In the past three years, Li Zhige stayed in Hulu Mountain. When there was a drought, he would provide rain for the people near Hulu Mountain. During floods, Li Zhige would also take away the floodwater and protect the harvest of the people below the mountain.
Because of Li Zhige's existence, the people within a hundred miles of Hulu Mountain had good weather and abundant harvests, so the people devoutly believed in Li Zhige on the mountain. It's just that Li Zhige was planting gourds on the mountain, and naturally he couldn't let the mortals at the bottom of the mountain come up to disturb him.
Turning his head to look at the preoccupied Bai Suzhen, Li Zhige asked with a smile, "Xiao Bai, did that pangolin come to climb the mountain today?"
Bai Suzhen also had a smile on her face, and replied to Li Zhige in a clear voice, "Great Immortal, that pangolin is so patient. In the past three years, it has been climbing the mountain almost every day, but it always let me fight off. "
Li Zhige didn't say much. No matter how sincere and perseverant that pangolin was, he, Li Zhige, would never accept a disciple.
First of all, Li Zhige himself didn’t have any disciples.
Both, in this immortal world, disciples cannot be accepted randomly. Once a disciple is accepted, it will easily lead to cause and effect.
Bai Suzhen stopped talking.
Li Zhige ignored Bai Suzhen, who was hesitant to speak, and turned his attention to the seven quiet gourds on the scaffolding.
Soon! Soon!
The gourds that have been planted on this gourd mountain for three years are finally going to be harvested.
Before Li Zhige could show a pleased smile, a stream of purple light shot from the sky and landed in front of Li Zhige in the blink of an eye.
The stream of light fell to the ground and three figures appeared.
The leader was a handsome man with fair skin and a well-proportioned figure, wearing aqua blue robes, with a half-open chest, a jade crown on his head.
The man's dark red eyes looked at the seven gourds on the gourd vine. His natural face was like a beautiful jade. An evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he hiccupped in a hoarse voice. Once it happens, the treasure should belong to the ancestor."
Behind the man, there were two graceful and enchanting snake girls. One girl was swaying a long sapphire tail, and the other was swaying a dark golden long tail.
The two women followed the man and said in unison, with soft and charming voices, "Congratulations, ancestor!"
