Chapter 60 Across the Qinling

"You little doll, you seem to be struck by lightning when you talk big!" The old man frowned and questioned Rong Hui, "That ancient magic is a street style. Do you come here? That power is earth-shaking. Then display, this table, this chair, this house, that's all the place to stay! When the time comes, you will pay for it!" While talking, the boss's wife smiled and served four bowls of pita bread soaked in lamb, and two meat buns and gave them to the old man. The old man took advantage of the situation to say, "eat, eat, eat without saying anything, sleep without saying anything!" With that, he picked up the hamburger and took a big bite first.

Rong Hui was stunned. He picked up his chopsticks and asked while eating, "This... Is this what the person who can learn ancient magic say?"

Xiaoxuan also looked at Bixia with a stunned face. Bixia couldn't help stroking her forehead and responded: "I saw him compare the oil pan with several monks, and they finally burned to death. The oil in his pan was not hot. I saw with my own eyes that he only used a bowl of well water to cure people. I saw him use a bowl of lamp oil to gather the souls of the ants and send them into reincarnation. After that, don't explain and eat breakfast.

"In the oil pan, cure diseases, and attract souls?" Rong Hui was even more stunned. How did she think that the old man was a charlatan? It could be seen that Bixia believed it and didn't ask more questions. Thinking of the bear, he happily said, "Xiaohui, it's time to eat!"

The ripples rippled, and there was a bear roar. The bear drilled out of the armor and pulled the bear's head, which was very dissatisfied. When the old man saw it, he couldn't help doubting: "Ah, this bear didn't sleep well. The dark circles are so big!"

The bear seemed to have been poked to the scar, roared, stared at the old man, and grinned. Rong Hui laughed and said, "Boss, bring me what's left!"

"There are still a lot of cattle and sheep left!" The boss's wife readily agreed: "Do you want it all?"

"Two basins, don't smell it!" Rong Hui shouted, "Cut the endless steamed bun into small pieces and throw it into the basin."

"This steamed bun is melted on the outside and crispy on the inside. If it's torn, can it still be eaten? The old man couldn't hear it and held an imperang for the cat and the bear: "You little doll, it's really hard to be a spirit beast for you!" The bear was deeply convinced and agreed.

"He is picky about food, that's all he can do!" Rong Hui was proud and shouted, "Are you still wronged? Brother, are you okay? Can you be so fat? Whispering..." While talking, the boss's wife brought two basins of debris. The panda wants to eat meat, but his mouth is short and his mouth is big. When he goes down, he has to bring a lot of steamed buns. In the sound of chewing, the copper basin sounded.

The old man ate and drank enough, smoked a cigarette gun from his waist, took out paper coal and burned it with a fire knife, took a deep breath, and spit out leisurely: "A pot of smoke after dinner is as happy as a fairy!"

This cigarette was impartial and sprayed on Rong Hui's face. He happened to inhale and was choked. For a moment, his eyes were full of tears, and he beat his chest and coughed: "God...do you smoke..." Xiaoxuan and Bixia couldn't help laughing when they saw him eating, and then put down their chopsticks.

The old man was a little embarrassed and scolded Rong Hui: "You little doll, you can't even stand smoking. Do you still want to enter Qinling?" At a glance, the copper basin containing mutton was arched to the southeast corner, and the copper basin containing cattle was arched to the northwest corner, and I couldn't help sighing, "Oh... This is a big murderer!"

"What?" Rong Hui looked at the old man and seemed to smile: "Does the old gentleman still know how to tell the story?"

"You little doll, don't always look down on people. The real master is all in the people!" The old man spit out a smoke ring and pointed to the two copper basins with a cigarette rod and said, "Everything is spiritual and connected with each other. Eggs, wool, white dogs, leaves, petals... can't be divination. Think about where this is, Qinling! The land is divided into north and south, starting from the Qinling Mountains. It should have been the southern cow and the northern sheep, but this stupid bear arched the two pots in the opposite direction, which is a sign of great evil!"

"This is too far-fetched!" Rong Hui couldn't help laughing: "Why don't we let it arch once?" Before the words fell, I suddenly heard the cat burp, so I had to give up: "Go! When you finish smoking this pot of cigarettes, we will go!" After saying that, he got up and went to the boss's wife to talk about the account.

Rong Hui and the four walked out of Zhuangzi and saw the ups and downs of Mai Tao under the morning sun, like a rolling wave. Don't become a scene, and they were also happy to walk around and eat. On the five-foot stuffin, the cat and the bear ate too much and followed for a walk. It's fun to smell in the east and smell in the west. When the four people passed by Wenji's tomb, the old man suddenly shouted, "I can't walk. I want to take a rest!" With that, he took out the cigarette gun and lit the pot of smoke.

When Rong Hui saw Xiaoxuan and Bixia frowning and seeing the mountains looking at them, he couldn't help complaining: "I said we flew in, but you won't let you. Now you have to take a few steps, you have to rest. Looking at your posture, you don't want to go into the mountain, do you?"

"You little doll, do you know that this is an ordinary mountain?" The old man spit out a smoke ring and said, "You are a living man and a monk. The yang and vitality stimulated by the spiritual power can be transmitted hundreds of miles away, don't you know? You only have a few catties and two lines, and you still fly in! If you fly in, you can't fly out!" Seeing Rong Hui's face full of glory, he borrowed the donkey and said, "My old man is back, just let him pick me up!" He said that he pointed to the bear with a cigarette rod.

"What and what? Brother's bear, I haven't ridden it yet. Why don't you ride it first? Rong Hui's face was full of consternment, and then suddenly said, "How dare you wait here for me!" At a glance, Xiaoxuan and Bixia were impatient, so they had to agree: "Okay, okay, let you ride, I'll let you ride!" The bear was stunned, roared, and stared at the old man.

The old man was refreshed and stepped forward directly on the bear's back if he didn't see it. The bear roared repeatedly and turned around a few times. He didn't leave the old man, so he had to run out. The old man laughed, grabbed the bear's neck fur in one hand and the cigarette rod in the other hand, and roared away. Rong Hui saw it, angry and funny. He thought about whether he should put the golden saddle rake on the bear and said, "Let's go too!" Keep up quickly.

The mountains in the Qinling Mountains are vertical and horizontal, and the valleys are uneven. Among them, there are not only the mud pills path opened by drug pickers over the years, but also the plank road iron cable opened by the Xianzong faction in the past. Through it, up to the top of the cliff, between the peaks, like climbing the fairyland of the sea of clouds. Down to the secluded valley, among the clusters of flowers, it is also like visiting the paradise of the world.

At noon, four people walked to a mid-mountain pavilion to rest. Rong Hui greeted everyone: "Let's have lunch here!" Seeing that the mountain road was rugged, he was afraid that the old man would hurt the bear. He took the opportunity to install a golden saddle for the bear and asked the old man, "I have passed several mountains this morning. How far will it take to arrive!"

The old man lit a pot of smoke, took a deep breath, and spit out leisurely: "This Qinling is nearly one million miles long and 200,000 miles wide. It is 72 famous mountains, and countless unknown mountains. This mountain used to be the upper house of Wuzhen Temple, but later the whole temple moved down the mountain. We are still in the front mountain and can rest in the temple tonight. When the sun comes out tomorrow, you can see the 'Chaoyang Peak' of Huashan. After crossing this mountain, the road is not easy to go. From now on, 20 mountains will be turned every day, and you will arrive in three or five days!"

"Old man, let me ask you!" Bixia looked at the old man and suddenly said, "The noble ancestors moved south. Why didn't they go to Lichuan? Instead, they came here." Xiaoxuan took out food and fed the bear. Hearing this, she also had doubts and looked at the old man.

"Our ancestors lived by water and grass and made a living by grazing. Although Shuzhong is good, after all, the water and soil are not satisfied. The old man spit out a smoke ring and said slowly, "At first, I wanted to gather Qin Chuan, but the Qin people were too cunning. After drawing us a place, they suddenly came to encircle and suppress us. We had to flee south at night before they strayed into this mountain. After losing more than half of the damage, he fled to Shuzhong. When I was a child, the elders of the clan took me there once, and I still remember a group of sarcophagus on the cliff. Because he went deep into the hinterland of Qinling, it was inconvenient for the old man to accompany him.

"The sarcophagus, cliff burial?" Rong Hui was slightly stunned and asked with wide eyes, "Isn't there a secret burial on the grassland? Why did you change the customs as soon as you entered the Central Plains?

"What a helpless move!" The old man sighed quietly: "Those ancestors were poisoned to death. Qinling is angry and heavy. They must be sealed on the spot and can't touch the ground. Only the sarcophagus is now hanging on the cliff. There is nothing to see there. Since you are going there, be careful!" Rong Hui felt reasonable and kept it in mind. After everyone was full, drunk and rested enough, he let the old man ride the panda and continue to climb the mountain.

In the evening, it was dark. After a burst of thunder, there was a sudden rainstorm. Rong Hui was puzzled and hurriedly asked the old man, "How does it rain!"

"Yin and Yang are exciting, and it will rain in the morning and evening!" The old man's cigarette pot was extinguished. He was a little annoyed and hurriedly urged, "It's almost here. Run!" Tighten the bear belly and pat the bear's head. The bear jumped like thunder and rushed out. Rong Hui led the way first, Xiaoxuan pulled Bixia, unfolded her body, and then followed.

After a while, the four went up to the 'Wuzhen Temple', and it was dark. Under the broken wall, in front of the shining light, there have been drug pickers spreading the reed mat and gossiping. Rong Hui breathed a sigh of relief and greeted everyone: "Friendly everyone!" Draw in.

When everyone saw the four people, they nodded one after another: "You are also good!" Some people kindly reminded: "There are still a few empty rooms in the back."

Rong Hui nodded and thanked him. He took everyone into the temple gate and saw three or five groups of medicine pickers, which had occupied the dilapidated rooms in front of the front hall and the middle hall. After careful inspection, seeing that these broken walls were mostly caused by spells, he quickly sent a voice to remind them: "Be careful, everyone, this is not a peaceful place." When I walked to the apse, I saw that on the broken corner of the wing room, there was indeed a broken tile covering my head, so I pointed to the back wind and greeted everyone over.

The rain hit the roof tiles and crackled. The bear got into the dry place, shook the fur vigorously, and shook everyone's water. The old man was soaked, untied a long rope from his waist, tied it outside the corner of the wall, and dried the wool felt. Xiaoxuan and Bixia each protected themselves with bamboo armor, but their hair was wet. Calm down, untie each other's buns, and dry them for each other.

Rong Hui saw that it was dark around him and took out a bag of wood chips. The old man shook the smoke gun. Seeing that Rong Hui was going to make a bonfire, he was shocked and quickly dissuaded him: "You can't light a fire here!"

"Why?" Ronghui was stunned and asked the old man, "You can't light the fire. You are still smoking a cigarette pot all the way!"

"The fire can't be lit, and the cigarette can be smoked." Seeing that Rong Hui didn't listen, the old man jumped his feet in a hurry and quickly said, "Zombies are afraid of the smell of smoke. Dry smoke can not only repel insects, but also suppress corpse poison. If anyone is poisoned, smokes the wound with smoke, and smokes another cigarette in his mouth, he may be able to recover his life.

"So this smoke is more poisonous than zombies!" Rong Hui muttered to himself, and no longer insisted, arranging a night duty for everyone: "Xiaoxuan, Xuhai. I, Zi Chou. Bixia, Yin Mao. Old man, just have a good rest!" It is said that these cats and bears have taken off the saddle.