Chapter 273: Toad Treasure Mountain Qin Ergou! North Emperor Great King Flag

The blue sky is like a plate, the deep mountains are like barriers.

"This mountain is called Geda Mountain by the locals."

Walking into the mountain, the cold air poured directly into his throat and lungs, but it was much more refreshing. Qi Delong pointed to the undulating mountain terrain and introduced it.

"Geda Mountain? It's quite descriptive," Zhang Fan nodded.

This mountain has protruding peaks and jagged rocks, looking exactly like the meat bumps on a toad's back, which corresponds to the external appearance of the "Golden Toad Holding Pearl" formation.

"This mountain is not big, not small, and that treasure land won't be more than a few feet. You've been here, you should have a clue," Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Heaven is Qi, earth is form, heaven and earth combine, creation is formed, and then all kinds of treasures fall into the red dust.

That wisp of creation Qi is only a square inch in the human body, located in the spirit platform, divine mansion, and Dantian.

In the mountains and seas, it is only a few feet, like a dragon vein dragon cave, like a dead-end blessed land.

Just like Mount Liya that day, that kind of ferocious evil land also had a cave that was a sign of evil giving birth to good, becoming the place where the previous generation of Human cultivated in seclusion.

Although this Geda Mountain is the "Golden Toad Holding Pearl" formation, the only place that can truly be called a treasure land is that few-foot-wide area.

"My brother suffered such a big loss last time, how could he return without success?" Qi Dongqiang's voice sounded at the right time.

"Shut up."

Qi Delong snorted and slapped himself hard.

"Excuse the spectacle."

"..."

"That treasure land should be in the hinterland of the mountain, in the toad's belly," Qi Delong pointed to the depths of the great mountain.

"There is a big tomb there."

"A big tomb!?" Zhang Fan's brows twitched, revealing a strange expression.

"How could there be a big tomb in this mountain?"

"Looking at the tomb shape, it's at least three hundred years old. It's a Daoist tomb," Qi Delong whispered. "I guess some senior expert must have seen that this mountain was extraordinary, so they occupied that treasure land. Not a residence while alive, a tomb after death."

"Three hundred years, this toad is still hibernating, the treasure energy is contained, the divine form has not appeared, a wisp of heavenly secret is not revealed, and that person could actually see it? How much Dao practice is this?" Zhang Fan said solemnly.

The two brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang are descendants of Mount Laojun, and after following Zhao Jiexuan, they also promoted to experts in the Great Being realm.

Such cultivation had not seen the clues of this mountain, and it was only because of the earthquake and mountain collapse that this hibernating toad revealed its divine form, and a wisp of treasure energy rushed into the sky, that he saw the wonder of this mountain.

"The heavenly secret was not revealed, and that Daoist priest saw the treasure light hidden inside. It must be a senior expert," Qi Delong said solemnly.

"Perhaps just proficient in geomancy and feng shui," Zhang Fan pondered.

If it was just proficient in geomancy and feng shui, that would be fine. But to truly possess the cultivation and Dao practice to see through the heavenly secret, how dangerous the tomb of such an existence is, it is simply unimaginable.

"Since we're here, don't think too much, let's go."

Qi Delong greeted, leading the way in front, and the two walked along the narrow and deep mountain road, arriving at the foot of Geda Mountain a moment later.

There was actually a thatched hut there, with smoke curling up, like a white line, rising into the sky.

"Someone lives here?" Zhang Fan wondered.

This place probably couldn't even install Wi-Fi.

"There is a young man living here, who usually makes a living by being a guide for hikers and raising those ox carts," Qi Delong whispered.

The last time he explored Geda Mountain, he found this mountain village young man to be his guide.

"Ergou... Ergou..."

Just then, Qi Dongqiang called out.

"Ergou?" Zhang Fan was stunned. In this day and age, someone is still called this name?

"His name is Qin Ergou!" Qi Delong whispered solemnly, and as he spoke, he pointed.

"He's over there."

Zhang Fan looked in the direction, and saw a young man standing in front of the thatched hut, looking delicate and simple, wearing a single garment, stepping on cotton shoes, breathing in and out toward the mountain.

His breathing rhythm was extremely special, his abdomen bulged violently, making strange gurgling sounds, his skin was slightly congested, and then he exhaled a breath, and his whole person's aura withered like a defeat.

Repeatedly, the light in his eyes became brighter.

"Ergou... Ergou..."

Qi Delong called twice more.

Qin Ergou felt something, stopped his movements, turned his head to look, and seeing Qi Delong, his face showed joy, and he rushed over violently.

"Brother Qi, you're here again." Qin Ergou was overjoyed.

Last time he was a guide for Qi Delong, he got a reward of 2,000 yuan, which was more than he earned in half a month on weekdays.

"Brother, this Toad Treasure Mountain is very big, I knew you couldn't finish visiting it in one go," Qin Ergou smiled honestly.

"Toad Treasure Mountain!?" Zhang Fan was thoughtful.

"This is my friend, called Zhang Fan," Qi Delong nodded, and for this simple mountain village youth, he still had a good impression.

"Brother Fan," Qin Ergou greeted honestly.

"What were you doing just now?" Zhang Fan asked.

"I was fishing for toad Qi," Qin Ergou answered.

"Fishing for toad Qi?" Zhang Fan's brows twitched, revealing a strange expression.

"This is our family's ancestral kung fu. My grandpa said that many years ago, a Daoist priest came to our village and lived in our house," Qin Ergou told a past event.

"The Daoist priest said this mountain shouldn't be called Geda Mountain, but Toad Treasure Mountain!"

"At that time, he taught my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's... anyway, my ancestor a method. He said there is a big toad living in this mountain, and if you breathe its Qi like this every day, you can get rid of diseases and disasters, and prolong your life," Qin Ergou poured out his family's affairs.

Qin Ergou told everything about his family.

"The Daoist priest said, this is fishing for toad Qi."

Zhang Fan was thoughtful, turning back to look at Qi Delong.

In this way, the Daoist priest in Qin Ergou's mouth might be the owner of the big tomb in this mountain.

"I've seen it before, just some breathing methods to strengthen the body, nothing special," Qi Delong shook his head.

The so-called fishing for toad Qi, he had seen it when he came last time.

"The Daoist priest said, this is a very powerful Daoist method..." Qin Ergou's ears moved, hearing Qi Delong's evaluation, and hurriedly added.

"How powerful?" Qi Delong smiled lightly.

"The Daoist priest said, how powerful it is depends on what kind of person practices it, when they practice it... when the time comes, it will be very powerful..." Qin Ergou whispered.

"How powerful... how powerful..."

Qin Ergou's eyes flashed with memories.

"By the way, the Daoist priest said, if you practice it successfully..."

"You can swallow the sun and moon and reverse yin and yang!"

"A toad yawning, bragging," Qi Dongqiang couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"Alright, stop laughing." Qi Delong's voice sounded, and the smile on his face stopped abruptly.

Qin Ergou was stunned, looking blank.

"Ergou, we'll rest here for a while, help me fill these two water bags," Qi Delong said lightly.

"Brother Qi, you're going into the mountain again? This time..." Qin Ergou's eyes lit up.

Following Qi Delong for a trip, twenty red bills would be in hand. "No need for a guide this time."

Qi Delong patted Qin Ergou on the shoulder with a light smile, and the latter let out a soft "hmm," a look of disappointment rising on his face.

"Help me pack some steamed buns, we'll eat on the road."

Qi Delong took out five red bills from his bosom and stuffed them into Qin Ergou's hand.

"Brother, this is too much, the steamed buns don't need this much money," Qin Ergou panicked.

Although he really wanted to earn money, he only earned what he should earn. Five hundred yuan of steamed buns was enough for him to eat from the beginning of the year to the end.

"Take it if I tell you to." Qi Delong liked this simple mountain village youth very much.

Originally, with his cultivation, he could have already fasted, and even if he didn't eat or drink for half a month, it wouldn't be a problem. Resting here, taking steamed buns and filling water, was purely to take care of Qin Ergou.

"Thank you, brother, I'll go pack the steamed buns for you." Qin Ergou took the red bills and happily turned to run to the house next to him that was emitting smoke.

"Let's go, go in and rest for a while."

Qi Delong was familiar with the road, leading Zhang Fan into the thatched hut.

!

The house was not big, and the furnishings were quite dilapidated. A dirty Daoist robe was hanging on the wall, and some books of Daoist classics were placed on the table.

"He is also a Daoist priest?" Zhang Fan flipped through them casually.

"He is not."

Qi Delong shook his head and said: "When Ergou was very young, his grandpa sent him to Mount Zhongnan to learn the Dao..."

"Unfortunately, he was too young at the time, and they didn't accept him. Later, when he grew up, he worshipped the mountain gate several times, but he didn't have this fate."

Nowadays, being a Daoist priest is not something you can just do casually, especially if you want to practice, you not only have to look at qualifications, roots, and opportunities, but also take exams.

There are three major theoretical subjects, followed by interviews, and there are certain requirements for one's own academic qualifications.

Especially for a double-first-class sect like Mount Zhongnan, you can't just enter casually.

"Ergou has taken the exam seven or eight times, I'm afraid he has no fate in this life," Qi Delong said lightly.

"You take such good care of him, why don't you accept him?" Zhang Fan said solemnly: "Your Mount Laojun is also one of the top ten famous Daoist mountains in the world."

"Everyone has their own fate. Since he was born here and grew up here, his fate is here. I am a practitioner of the Dao, and I cannot move karma because of one thought," Qi Delong said lightly.

"Brother, what you said..."

"Shut up!"

"You just mean you have no fate with him," Zhang Fan said with a light smile.

"That's what I mean."

"Brother Qi, I've packed the steamed buns for you."

Just then, Qin Ergou walked in, carrying a bag in his hand.

"I also packed half a jar of honey for you, eat it with the steamed buns."

"Ergou, have you ever thought about leaving this place?"

Zhang Fan sat down and said suddenly.

Once these words were spoken, Qi Delong couldn't help but turn to look at him, revealing a strange expression.

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving?" Qin Ergou was stunned, then revealed a look of confusion.

"Never thought about it, I don't know where to go."

Qin Ergou's ancestors had lived in this mountain for generations. Originally, there was a village here, but it had been gone for a long time. It was said that a disaster had occurred, almost everyone died, and the rest had left this mountain village.

Only Qin Ergou's ancestors stayed behind, and they had guarded this place for generations.

His parents died early, and he had depended on his grandpa since he was very young. After his grandpa died, he had no relatives left in the world.

Leaving this place, where could he go?

Precisely because of this, he had always been thinking about worshipping under the gate of Mount Zhongnan. Perhaps, a lonely person like him was suitable to be a Daoist priest, which could be considered fulfilling his grandpa's wish before he died.

"Ergou, he's joking with you," Qi Delong hurriedly explained.

"I know..." Qin Ergou revealed an honest smile: "I didn't go to school after graduating from junior high, and I have no skills. I don't know what I can do outside."

"Ergou, I have a method here that I can pass on to you, do you want to learn it?"

Just then, Zhang Fan changed the subject and said suddenly.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing?" Qi Delong's expression changed slightly, and he asked in shock.

"Method? What method?" Qin Ergou wondered.

"Come, come here."

Zhang Fan beckoned, Qin Ergou's body shook, but he stood in place, his eyes empty, but a fluctuation came from between his brows, like ripples spreading, his Nascent Soul gradually appearing, as if awake and not awake.

"Zhang Fan, what are you doing?" Qi Delong's brows furrowed, and he shouted solemnly.

"Chang Chang Laoqi, do you know why there are temples everywhere in the world today, with incense burning constantly, while Daoist temples are hidden in deep mountains, with few people asking?" Zhang Fan changed the subject and suddenly talked about unrelated things.

The struggle between Buddhism and Daoism has existed since ancient times.

He suddenly asked, which caught Qi Delong off guard.

"You have to admit that the theoretical system of Buddhism is quite perfect. Whether it is monastic cultivation or lay cultivation, the problems encountered can always find answers in the classics."

"But the Daoist gate is different..." Zhang Fan sighed.

Daoist masters pass on, even if there are classics passed down, they use various hidden words, dark words, secret words, etc. Without master transmission to solve doubts, it is difficult to understand the meaning. Over time, the Dao is not passed to six ears, the law does not fall outside the altar, each family becomes a secret, how can my Dao flourish.

"Since I cultivated the Dao, I have studied the book 'Taiyi Golden Flower Purpose' the most," Zhang Fan sighed.

This book was written in the Song and Yuan dynasties. Some say it was Ancestor Lu descending to the world to pass the Dharma, and others say it was someone using the name of Ancestor Lu to pass this book.

"I think, perhaps it was Ancestor Lu's compassion, not wanting to see my Dao covered in dust, so he passed the Dharma again across the ages, exhausting the secrets of cultivation in this book..."

"Or perhaps in the Daoist gate, there were senior masters who saw this, cherishing the broom, how can the Dao method be passed on? So they used the name of Ancestor Lu to broaden the Daoist Dharma lineage."

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan sighed solemnly: "Chang Chang Laoqi, in today's era, the red dust is becoming more and more filthy, the end of the Dharma has arrived, where can the incense of my Daoist gate be passed on?"

Hearing this, Qi Delong lowered his head and remained silent.

"I have a bright pearl, long locked by dust and labor. Another day when the dust is gone, the light will be born, illuminating ten thousand flowers of mountains and rivers..." Zhang Fan's gaze condensed, whispering.

"If there is such a day, I am willing to illuminate the practitioners of later generations..."

Speaking to this point, Zhang Fan had no sorrow or joy in his eyes, and there was not even a half-point fluctuation.

Qi Delong looked at it, feeling a little trance-like, as if the Zhang Fan he knew and knew was no longer the Zhang Fan he knew.

"He has some fate with me..."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan pointed out, landing on Qin Ergou's brow. A wisp of brilliance suddenly arose, like the rising sun, like boiling red fire.

In a trance, Zhang Fan saw Qin Ergou's Nascent Soul. His Nascent Soul had not yet woken up, but there was a flow of airflow around him, like mist and barriers. Above the sky, there seemed to be sun and moon hanging high, hidden and not showing.

"Get the mystery, good creation!"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and a voice sounded faintly in the depths of Qin Ergou's mind.

"The method I pass on to you is called..."

"North Emperor Great King Flag!!!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 274 =====